It was an unusually quiet night in St. Canard. The kind of night that felt almost wrong in its stillness—no daring jewel heists, no rampaging supervillains, not even a common purse snatcher to chase down the darkened streets. The neon lights of the city hummed softly, their glow reflecting on the empty sidewalks, while a gentle breeze stirred the calm waters of the bay.
On any other night, the skyline would be filled with the sounds of sirens, explosions, and the unmistakable battle cries of a certain masked mallard. But tonight? Tonight, there was nothing but peace.
Perched high above the city on the edge of a rooftop, Darkwing Duck stood with his cape billowing dramatically—out of pure habit, of course. He had been watching, waiting, expecting something to shatter the illusion of tranquility. But as the minutes dragged on, even he had to admit… St. Canard might actually be having a normal night for once.
From a nearby ledge, Launchpad McQuack leaned lazily against a water tower, stifling a yawn.“Y’know, DW, I think this might really be a slow night. Maybe even too slow,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Not that I’m complainin’ or anything! But maybe we could—uh, I dunno—relax for once?”
Darkwing scoffed, folding his arms. “Relax? Launchpad, the criminal underworld never sleeps! There could be a villain plotting this very second, waiting for us to let our guard down!” His eyes narrowed as he surveyed the streets below. But there was nothing. No alarms. No suspicious shadows lurking in alleyways. Just an ordinary, peaceful night.
And for once… maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing..