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What Makes A Villain?! (Negaduck x Reader)

2017 Darkwing Duck
Negaduck x Reader
Gender Neutral!Reader

"Darkwing works alone."

That was the most famous line from the TV show. It was also the line the hack repeated every time he butted in on me saving the day. I wonder what LP, his sidekick, thought of that line.

Now I groaned, waiting to hear the dumb line. A new villain had knocked me out and tied me up. He hadn't shown his face or said anything. He was a good fighter. Better than most of the gang members around here. His cape wasn't half bad either.

Darkwing had a cape. This guy had a cape. The hack had a cape. Why didn't I have a cape? That was probably my last thought before he knocked me out.

The room filled with smoke.

"I am the terror that flaps in the night. I am the fly in your cereal. I am Darkwing Duck!"

"No, you're not," the man growled for the first time.

"Ugh, Negaduck." Darkwing crossed his arms, then turned and looked at me. "Really? You again?"

"Just untie me, you hack!" I yelled and I could feel the other duck's eyes on me.

"Ugh." He rolled his eyes, turning back to the villian. "Just hold on."

He lowered himself and lunged at the man called Negaduck. They rolled into the light. I realized that Negaduck's uniform was a copy of Darkwing Duck's only in yellow and black. It included everything from the hat and mask to the classic button up vest. Darkwing ran him off with a few kicks and punches and he walked over to untie me.

"You could've done that before and I would've helped," I mumbled, rubbing my wrist.

"No, thank you."

"He wouldn't have gotten away if both of us were fighting him," I huffed.

"You don't know that." He raised his grappling hook to the ceiling.

"Wait?" I grabbed his arm. "Who was it?"

"Negaduck?" I nodded, waiting/hoping for more. He shifted, not wanting to answer. "He's a bad guy. A really bad guy. Stay away."

The faker disappeared into the moonlight.

"You can't tell me what to do!" I shouted after him.

I started looking for him. The yellow clad duck. I want to understand why he looked so familiar and why he used Darkwing's style. Tonight I was checking an abandoned warehouse when I heard the catwalk creak behind me.

"What are you doing here?" A low growl vibrated my brain.

I spun on my heel. I was face to face with him. Negaduck. His face looked familiar, but his eyes seemed wild. He looked me over as he stepped closer, pinning me to the rail.

"You're the one that I captured the other day," he said. I balled my fist.

"I got distracted. Bet you couldn't do it again."

"Distracted?" he asked and raised an eyebrow. I didn't respond. "The other day you called that dimwit a hack. Why?"

"Uh?" I was thrown. Should he be threatening me? Though not to look a gift horse in the mouth. "He's not Darkwing. He's just pretending to be."

He hummed for a long minute, then said, "I like you."

He pushed me over the rail, and I screamed. I landed with a hard thud in a box of packing peanuts. They didn't really cushion the fall as much attach themselves to me. I pulled myself out of the box, and he was gone.