DarkWing Duck Fanfiction: Orphan Fraud - 5. Conspiracy
A/N: Quite a few
reviewers pointed out that Launchpad’s parents are still alive. I
maintain the fact that you guys are all liars.
I’m kidding! I do
read the summaries for DWD, but you gotta realize I am going to let
some info slip past my fingers. So please forgive me if I overlook
certain information. It’s not on purpose, I promise you!
In reality, what
Launchpad said was probably just a mistake. He heard it wrong or
someone gave him the wrong information.
Still, something told
Darkwing he shouldn’t ignore this.
Why though? It
just didn’t make any sense. Who would go through all that trouble
just to separate Gosalyn from him? To see him in pain? Most of his
villains rather just kill him and be done with it. The person behind
this, is he/she even after him? Is he/she after Gosalyn?
Breaking and entering
wasn’t new to the dark vigilante. He did this often to obtain
evidence police left behind at crime scenes or to spy on his enemies.
However, he believed this was the first time he ever broke into a
If he was caught, he
will be charged with a federal offense.
The Bureau of Child
Protection never closes. Late at night there are certainly less
employees. Most were people who handled the phone in case a client
Did not mean this made
Darkwing’s job any easier. Ten stories high, Darkwing scaled the
brick building with considerable difficulty. He did not know exactly
how many people were inside. Every time he paused by a window still
for a breather, without fail, someone would come out of an office or
bathroom. He would have to throw himself down on the small ledge till
the person left.
Cold and aching, it
took Darkwing twenty-three minutes to scale up to the fifteenth
floor. He knew at the corner window on the far right side of the
building was Griffin’s office.
The light was off
(always a good thing) and a quick look showed no activity. Griffin
must have left for home hours ago.
It took him a few good
minutes to pick the lock on the window. There would be no alarm,
nobody places alarms on the windows this high in the buildings.
He climbed into the
dark office as quietly as possible, quickly closing the window behind
him. He didn’t want the breeze to blow off any important papers.
He went straight for
the file cabinet. He picked the lock expertly, pausing every couple
of seconds to listen for stray sounds. Lest he be found by a passing
Even though Gosalyn was
legally not his child anymore, she still carried his last name.
Darkwing flipped through the M’s, searching for her file.
we go…Mallard…” He pulled the file out with a triumphant grin.
The light switch went
The triumphant grin
cried out, staring at the purple suit wearing duck. “What are you
wished he didn’t close the window. He could have easily thrown
himself out and saved himself a buttload of trouble. He had very
little options. The window was not locked, he can still throw himself
out, but by then Griffin could cry out for help. She saw him at the
file cabinet, she’ll notice the missing file and put two and two
He could knock her out.
Do the whole Vulcan death grip bit. Except he didn’t know how to do
Then Griffin did the
unthinkable. She closed the door behind her.
“What do you need?”
She asked him, folding her arms.
Darkwing was taken
back. This…he was not expecting. “Uh?” He said dumbly.
Griffin sighed in
annoyance. “Is that the file you need, or is there something in the
computer I have to open?”
Did he walk onto the
set of The Twilight Zone? Was this really Griffin, the evil
anal social worker he was talking to?
“What file do you
have there?” She came over and snatched the file out of Darkwing’s
hands. He was too stunned to resist. “Mallard, Gosalyn…why do you
have her file for? The case is closed.”
That slapped some sense
back into Darkwing. Almost stumbling over his own words, he told her
in the most professional tone he could muster, “I have reason to
believe somebody may be after her.”
opened and closed silently. Then her eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
“No…nobody should have found out…” She muttered to herself.
“No, nobody should
have found out what?” Darkwing asked her. “What are you talking
Griffin pulled out a
clump of paper from the file and gave it to him. Still stunned,
Darkwing took the stack. Should he question her about her ethics of
giving away important papers to some freak wearing a costume?
He read off the top of
the page. The Last Will and Testament of Janice and Fred
Holy crap. This is
Gosalyn’s parents’ will.
He quickly skimmed
through the will, trying to pinpoint any possible reason why somebody
may be after Gosalyn.
Unfortunately for him,
Gos’ parents got VERY specific about who got what. Every piece of
china, every book, every single item apparently in the Waddlemeyer’s
home went to a specific person or place. They gave their books to the
library. They gave their paintings to the museum. They sold their
china pieces and expected the money to go to charity.
The will went on for
fifteen pages. After four pages of worthless rambling, Darkwing found
nothing that related to Gosalyn.
“What am I looking
for?” He had to ask Griffin.
Griffin flipped to the
very last page of the will and pointed out a small paragraph at the
It read: And to our
daughter Gosalyn, we leave her-
Darkwing did a double
take. Then a triple take. He blinked, rubbed his eyes and looked at
the page again, making sure he was reading it right.
spat out. “Two point three…is even possible to have that much
Griffin slumped into
her chair. “Now you understand my situation.”
Darkwing paused. He had
no idea his daughter has that much money. He didn’t know there was
even a will. “Does Gosalyn know about this? Does she know she’s
worth over two million dollars?”
“The problem is,
because Gosalyn is underage, she will not obtain the money until she
is eighteen years old. To make matters worse, since she is an orphan,
we can’t let that information out to every Tom, Dick, or Harry that
walks through that door. Or else everyTom, Dick, or Harry
will walk through that door.”
understand,” Darkwing began to pace. “Does her father know she is
to obtain this money?”
“Nobody knows except
for the Judge and me. In the past when adoptive parents learned their
step-kids had huge inheritance money, they would kill the
kids. It didn’t matter how long the parents had. Some even went so
far to keep the kid for a couple of years before killing them, just
to throw the police off. So nowadays, we keep this type of
information quiet until the child becomes of age.”
Darkwing said suddenly. “Did you suspect Drake Mallard of foul
Griffin did not flinch
when she said, “Of course we did.”
“Then why didn’t
you charge Mallard with conspiracy to perform murder?”
“Because then we
would have to admit why. We would have to share the Waddlemeyer’s
will. For Gosalyn’s safety, we can’t risk that. So…we took
“By calling Mallard
“We did what we had
to,” Griffin snapped at him. “Our highest priority is the child.
Anything else is collateral damage.”
Collateral damage she
says. Darkwing felt like he could strangle her, but she had a point.
As anal, cold hearted, pain-in-the-butt she was, she is basically a
He still didn’t like
“Why are you telling
me all this?” Darkwing finally said. “Do you tell all masked
vigilantes your clients’ secrets?”
She pursed her lips
thinly. Her eyes went to the side. “You probably don’t remember
this…but about two years ago an apartment building caught on fire
near the city limits.”
She was right. He
didn’t remember that.
“My son and I were
trapped on the top floor. Firefighters couldn’t get to us and I
thought we were going to die,” She looked at him. “You saved us.
You got both me and my son out of that burning inferno. And when you
left, I notice your back was burned.”
Darkwing blinked as
that memory suddenly came back to him. She, he didn’t remember. He
recalled spending the next few months in total agony. He still had
the scars to prove it.
“You’re my son’s
hero. And despite it goes everything I stand for, I do trust you. You
may be a bumbling idiot, but I think you can help.”
Did she just insult him
while complimenting him? “…Thanks?”
They went into silence.
Darkwing took this moment to go over all the information in his head.
Somebody knew Gosalyn
is meant to inherit a butt-load of money.
Somebody knew Drake had
Somebody knew Launchpad
was a close family friend.
Somebody started that
Somebody placed fake
evidence for the authorities to find.
Somebody knew Gosalyn
was going to be taken away.
Which left to only one
conclusion: Somebody is going to kidnap Gosalyn.
Darkwing went to the
window. “I gotta go the orphanage. Gosalyn could be in danger right
“She’s not at the
orphanage,” Griffin said to him. Darkwing stopped in his tracks.
“If she’s not…then
where is she?”
She pulled out another
stack of papers from the file. “Adopted,” She said simply,
passing over the papers to him. “By a Mr. Blake Aves. Papers became
final only three weeks ago.”
Darkwing snatched the
papers out of her hands frantically. They were official adoptive
papers, all stamped and signed. There was even a photo of the guy.
He looked a lot like
Launchpad. Large pronounced chin, thick shapely chest and hair so
black it resembled velvet. The only thing that this guy and Launchpad
did not share was Launchpad’s warm eyes. This guy gave Darkwing the
“You let this guy
adopt Gosalyn?” Darkwing said baffled. “He looks like the poster
child for the America’s next serial killer.”
checked out. No history of violence, no criminal past. He does not
know about Gosalyn’s inheritance and even if he did, it would not
“Because Mr. Aves is
a millionaire himself. He does not need the money.”
Darkwing leaned on the
window still. One hand holding the adoption papers, the other rubbing
the headache that was coming. Once again, nothing made sense. His
lead suspect suddenly became his most unlikely suspect. It took him a
moment to bring up images of Aves in his mind, but he did. He knew
Aves was a millionaire. He had heard his name occasionally during
giant charity balls the city throws every couple of months. Why go
through all the trouble to adopt Gos if he could make that much money
in a month?
him he shouldn’t leave this alone.
Griffin broke the
silence. “Do you believe Aves is dangerous?”
Darkwing frowned. He
had no evidence, he had no motive, he had no reason to suspect Aves.
Perhaps he was just another lonely guy who wanted a child of his own.
Who says only women get maternal instincts? And Drake couldn’t ask
for a better person to take care of Gos. A rich man who can give her
anything she wanted; a great education, a guarantee college degree, a
secured job, a respectable title in the world.
His gut was screaming
finally said. “I don’t know why, but I do believe Aves is
observed him before saying, “Okay then. What do you want me to do?”
“Yes, do,” She
snapped at him. “Geez, I would think you be on top of this.”
She wanted to help him?
Tonight was just full of surprises.
“Are you sure you
want to help me? You could get in a lot of trouble-“
“What did I say? The
child comes first. Everything else, including me is collateral
“But your son-“
“He’ll be taken
care of. Either by my ex-husband, my four sisters, my two brothers,
my fourteen cousins or my best friend. Now will you stop stalling and
tell me what to do?”
This woman was scary.
And he’s seen some pretty freaky things. After all, he’s been to
the Negaverse and back, he’s died before, he battled alien space
creatures, yet nothing scared him more than this woman. He should put
her in costume and send her to fight crime.
The most dangerous
place in the world is between a mother and her child.
said, trying to figure out what he could use her influences for. “I
need Aves financial records. Does he have any unusual debts? Does he
gamble a lot? Has any of his companies gone under in the past few
years? I need…any police records on him. Parking tickets, jury
duty, has he ever been suspect of fraud? I also need a list of names
of close contacts. I want to know if they have any financial
said without hesitation. “How shall I contact you once I get
contact you. So if you get caught, you can say I stole everything.”
Darkwing went to the
window, opened it and paused before leaping out dramatically.
“Hey…thanks for all your help. I really appreciate it.”
“No problem,” She
said, shrugging his thanks off. “But I gotta know; why the special
interest in Mallard?”
Darkwing panicked for a
Holy crap! She knows
who I am!
He played it cool.
“He’s my friend.”
He jumped out the
window. He pulled out his grappling gun, shot off the hook. It struck
a corner, went taunt and he soared into the night.
Griffin watched him
with fascination as he disappeared behind a building. Leaning on one
hand, she sighed, “Why are all the good ones always…tch, enough
of this. I got work to do.” She closed the window, making the
effort to leave it unlocked and went to her computer. She had a long
night ahead of her.
A/N: Wow, could you
believe I wrote this in one day? Wow! I have no life! Dies a little
Anyhoo! To alesi275: I
love your reviews. I seriously do. You make me feel smarter when I
read them. And sometimes dumber, because I have re-read them to fully
understand. You give me too much credit, you seriously do.
And don’t worry, I
call all my peeps girls. Why? Because I’m an asshole, that’s why.
Ha ha! But yes, DW could go back living in the tower, but Drake
Mallard cannot just suddenly disappear off the map. Griffin still has
to collect Gos’ mail and stuff. And trust me, this whole conspiracy
thing is going to blow up DW’s face. Just when you think you
figured it all out, I’ll pull the rug from underneath you and then
point and laugh.
And sorry…No Honker.
He’ll make an appearance at the last chapter, but he won’t be in
this fic. Sorry. He should be in here, but he won’t.