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Recognition! (Jim x Reader)

2017 Ducktales
Jim Starling/Negaduck x Reader
Gender Neutral!Reader
(Very short)

I took a deep breath, putting on my professional face. The last thing I needed was to geek out on my prime suspect. I adjusted my blazer and ringed the door bell.

"Yea. Yea. Comin'," an annoyed voice rang out from the other side of the door.

The door slung open the man that opened the door glared at me before smiling and leaning on the door frame. He was wearing a golden silk robe that barely clung to him and held a half empty martini glass.

"Are you a reporter or a fan?" he asked, eyeing me.

I put my hand on my hip to flash my badge. His mood shifted instantly but the only thing that changed was his eyes.

"Mr. Starling, I need to talk to you. May I come in or are you busy?" I asked flatly.

"Never too busy to play cops and robbers," he winked.

He spun into his house. The main floor was huge an open concept. The only wall, if you could call that, was the kitchen island. A dark case was against the far right wall next to a television that was switched off. The back wall was glass and you could see the city below. The place was beautiful but I had to stay focused. Starling had already made his way to the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of liquor. He tried to hide a limp, which he did well but I still could tell.

"What can I make you?"

"I'm on the job," I said.

"I won't tell anyone," he hummed.

"You know you're doing pretty good for someone who recently came back from the dead," I said, walking to the glass wall.

"I'll take that as a compliment," he chuckled.

I watched the twinkle lights of the city below for longer than I meant too. They were mesmerizing like their own little universe below.

"Want a tour?" he whispered in my ear.

I spun and we were face to face. He had a wicked smile. I stepped back practically touching the window.

"Not to night," I mumbled, attempting to hide a blush.

"That's wasn't a no," he chuckled into his drink. "Why are you here, detective? Not that I'm complaining."

"What happened to your leg?"

He looked me over.

"Rabid fans. You know life as an actor is so hard. Especially since my career's resurrection," he prattled.

"I wouldn't know," I said. "How'd they get past your security?"

"He's not the sharpest stick in the box," he hummed.

"Right. Well I have to ask. Where were you yesterday around 5?" I asked, circling the room. I was drawn to the dark case.

"On set," he shrugged. "You can ask anyone."

"Had you every met Ms. Alabio before you started working on the movie?" I asked, stepping closer the dark case.

"No. Can't say I had," he hummed, staying close behind me.

"Did you know anyone that wanted to hurt her or even disliked her?"

"Nope," he popped.

"Right then you should be cleared in a few," I said, reaching the case.

I gasped as a light flickered on inside of it. The original Darkwing suit was hung inside of it. I could feel his breath hum as he chuckled in my ear.

"Are you a fan, detective?"

"I might've seen the show," I mumbled.

"Not too many people remember me from my Glory days," he hummed.

"You wouldn't be lying to a police officer, would you?" I mocked.

"Never," he hummed. "So about that tour? I've got plenty of interesting shit around here."

"Tempting," I mumbled.

I started towards the door. He caught my arm and it hurt.

"I'm not one to take no as answer," he smiled.

"That's illegal," I scoffed.

For a second, I thought he was serious. His grip tightened and there was something in his that had seen only once or twice on the job. The face of a man with no empathy or regret. It chilled my blood. Then he laughed and let go.

"Fine have it your way but I have a feeling I'll be seeing you again," he laughed.

"Yes. I think you're right, Mr. Starling," I said, nearly out of breath.

"Call me Jim," he said, walking out with me.

"Good night, Mr. Starling," I waved.

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