Growing up in Duckburg, you’ve become accustomed to the damn-near constant danger surrounding your everyday life, but luckily there has always been someone to save the day, or maybe a couple dozen someone’s. The McDuck family and their friends. No matter what, they’ve always been there for the citizens of Duckburg, even if they’ve caused the majority of the problems that arise.

Just like many other people in this city, you have quite a backstory with one of the members of the McDuck family, their chauffeur to be exact. It happened approximately three years ago, he had crashed his limousine into your car and basically apologized to you for thirty minutes, along with getting your car fixed after begging Scrooge to do so. The two of you had exchanged numbers and continued to talk after the incident, which eventually led to a relationship sprouting up between you two. It had ended a few years later, but he could never quite get over you. It even got to the point where he started to visit you at your day job and your night job, he’s purposefully go on missions with his friend, and your boss, Darkwing Duck just so he’d be able to come back to the headquarters and see you.

Tonight was another one of those days. You were in the lab, tinkering with some of Drake’s new gear, music blasting off the walls in your laboratory while the pair were busy fighting a group of criminals down in the city. They had come back bruised and battered, so you instinctively reached for the med-kit and walked into the main room, waiting by the secret entrance for Drake to drive his motorcycle into the base. Once inside, they slumped onto the couch and relaxed when you walked over to them, Launchpad’s eyes lighting up shamelessly and his body attempting to sit up, but ultimately falling back against the sofa. “Ah..how uh..how have you been..?”