Darkwing slipped from Launchpad's arms, flipped through the air, and landed on his shoulders. Having gained an several feet of extra height, he aimed his gun and sent the bad guys packing with his latest gadget. It filled the air with smoke, and when the smoke settled, the bad guys, minus the man that they had forced to pilot their jet, were sitting in the floor of their jet with dumbfounded expressions upon their brutish faces and tight ropes encircling them. Darkwing saluted the catman who was driving the jet, and his insider gave him a thumbs up sign before beginning to fly to the nearest police headquarters.
DW turned back to his loyal sidekick as he put his weapon away and announced with considerable bravado, "No one interrupts Darkwing Duck when he's kissing his man!" Yet he had barely returned to kissing Launchpad when another of their enemies caught up with him. "Sorry, love," he said as, shaking his head, he marched off to battle yet another foe.
Launchpad watched him go for just a second, then shrugged his shoulders and followed his hero with a grin. Being superheroes was far more than just a game. It was their life, and he knew, though DW would never admit it, that he would also come secondary to catching the bad guys. He worried about Darkwing, but coming second, after putting away the villains, was just fine with him.
He had known when he'd first fallen in love with his hero that that would be the way of their life together and had known, too, that no matter how old DW got or how many injuries he received, he'd always persist in fighting the good fight. After all, that was what heroes did, and his heroic, never-say-die nature was just one of the many countless things that DW loved about his hero. Another one, of course, was watching him actually trounce the bad guys, and he smiled to himself as he watched DW do just that yet again that night.
*squeal* And I just so love that you loved it so much!!!!!!!!! Thanks for the glowing praise, and it was my honor to fill the request! Hmm. You know, this filling request and getting glowing praise thing is getting to be rather addictive. :-) LOL
Wow, has it really been that long since the boys' show was on? It seems impossible! Any way, I'm glad you enjoyed the stories, and thank you for the reviews! :-)
Darkwing slipped from Launchpad's arms, flipped through the air, and landed on his shoulders. Having gained an several feet of extra height, he aimed his gun and sent the bad guys packing with his latest gadget. It filled the air with smoke, and when the smoke settled, the bad guys, minus the man that they had forced to pilot their jet, were sitting in the floor of their jet with dumbfounded expressions upon their brutish faces and tight ropes encircling them. Darkwing saluted the catman who was driving the jet, and his insider gave him a thumbs up sign before beginning to fly to the nearest police headquarters.
DW turned back to his loyal sidekick as he put his weapon away and announced with considerable bravado, "No one interrupts Darkwing Duck when he's kissing his man!" Yet he had barely returned to kissing Launchpad when another of their enemies caught up with him. "Sorry, love," he said as, shaking his head, he marched off to battle yet another foe.
Launchpad watched him go for just a second, then shrugged his shoulders and followed his hero with a grin. Being superheroes was far more than just a game. It was their life, and he knew, though DW would never admit it, that he would also come secondary to catching the bad guys. He worried about Darkwing, but coming second, after putting away the villains, was just fine with him.
He had known when he'd first fallen in love with his hero that that would be the way of their life together and had known, too, that no matter how old DW got or how many injuries he received, he'd always persist in fighting the good fight. After all, that was what heroes did, and his heroic, never-say-die nature was just one of the many countless things that DW loved about his hero. Another one, of course, was watching him actually trounce the bad guys, and he smiled to himself as he watched DW do just that yet again that night.
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Thankyouthankyouthankyou. I was beginning to worry that this wouldn't be filled!
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