A/N- Well, here it is. The wrap up to the series of "Where's Darkwing?" and "Where's Negs?" This is just a short little ditty to kind of just get all of the character's ducks--pardon the pun--in a row, as it were. I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer- I don't own Darkwing Duck or any related characters. They all belong to Disney!
Where His Loyalty's At
The moon was full on this dark St. Canard night as Quiverwing Quack had finally broken away from the watchful eye of her father. She had received a rather peculiar message to meet an "old acquaintance" down in the warehouse district. The message had been delivered to her via the crime that her father, Darkwing Duck, was now currently investigating. Lucky for her his "ever-watchful" eye had missed the invite.
Now doing nothing but aimlessly wandering about the dark district, she came upon a single open warehouse. Quiverwing knew, just as ever other citizen of St. Canard did, that the warehouse district was owned and used by various industrial million, billion, and trillionaires. Because of this, all warehouses were locked tight when not in use. With a determined chin, she made her way into the open warehouse.
Not far inside, she found her mysterious messenger waiting for her. Dressed in his familiar black, red, and yellow outfit, Negaduck grinned at her.
"I might've known," Quiverwing said, shaking her head. "What do you want?"
"Oh, I just thought I ought to clear the air between us before I commit my next crime," he said.
"That's very nice of you."
"Watch it, kid."
Quiverwing held up her hands and shook her head. "Just saying. And the clear the air of what? I'm not getting what you mean."
"Well, I know I've been a little wishy-washy concerning my working with you do-gooding types. I just wanted to let you know that I'm a villain, through and through," Negaduck said, nodding his head once as if he had just stated something profound.
Quiverwing smiled and shook her head. "You mean you drug me halfway across the city just to hear that?"
"Well, it was important."
"Whatever. Like you were even on my speed dial for help anyway," she said, turning to leave.
"What's that mean? It's not like I didn't help you. In fact, if you recall, just a month ago I helped ol' Dipwing save you!"
"Yeah, and he told me why too. Basically, it boils down to the fact that you want to make sure that you'll have a worthwhile opponent in case Dad drops out of the superhero biz, one way or another. Trust me, Negs, you didn't call me here to tell me anything new. I already knew that your villainy days were far from over."
Negaduck seemed slightly put off by that statement. Almost wounded.
"You mean, I didn't fool you at all?"
"Well," Quiverwing considered. "You did fool me back when you helped me rescue Dad. But the second time…nah. You know the old saying."
"A leopard can't change his spots, right?" Negaduck grinned.
Quiverwing grinned back at him. "Nope. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. See you at your next crime?"
Negaduck laughed. "It's a date."
With no fear of turning her back on him, Quiverwing simply walked away.
End Notes: I hope that didn't seem too terribly pointless. It's just, while writing the two stories this is set after, I began to question whether Negaduck was really good or bad in these stories. Well, I came to the inevitable conclusion that of course Negs was evil! I just had to let Quiver find that out one last time. Well, see you next Darkwing fic! Thanks for reading!