Disclaimer: Disney owns a ton of stuff including Darkwing Duck.

Thank you to: Tad Stones, Ian Brill, Jim Cummings and all associated employees who created the idea and gave life to Darkwing Duck, Darkwarrior Duck and their assorted criminal companions.

Thank you to: Phoenix Ride for the idea of Metalwing who will be appearing in his own episode in this story.

Thank you to: Gene Roddenberry for the inspiration behind Cosmoduck who also will be appearing in his own episode in this story. I laugh maniacally at how much havoc I shall have Cosmoduck wreak!

Thank you to: Gaston Leroux, Lee Falk and Ray Moore for the inspiration behind Phantom Duck. Some very dark, potent stuff is available for me to explore in this episode. I shall have a lot of fun delving into this!

Thank you to: Ian Brill et al for Quiverwing Duck. Also to Gryphinwyrm7 and Celey because I haven't got the comic yet, I've made him up based solely on their story depiction. You guys have provided me with a character challenge that I shall take!

Claimer: Dark Duck! Me! My ideas on vampires are based on years and years of research and mental extrapolation. They are unique from any other vampire that I have read or watched. I write vampires this way because that's how I want to read them.

This story is being posted on request by Phoenix Ride. Any comments, questions or advice by anyone will be greatly appreciated.

"I am the Quack in the Dark. You are now entering The Twilight Zone! I am The Quiverwing Quack!"

A/N: Please forgive my lack of formatting. The upload feature is not working very well. Pretend all author note stuff are in italics. Pretend all the extracts from the episode 'Time and Punishment' are in italics.

Chapter One: Life

"Alright, just hold it! This isn't you, I think that inside you're still Darkwing Duck." She took his arms, an affectionate expression on her face. "And you're still my dad." Affection, but she was a criminal. Darkwarrior dropped the hose and pulled out his weapon, aiming it at her.

She stuck her finger in the end of it. "I'm not afraid of your old gas gun!" His daughter announced boldly.
"Gas gun?" He repeated in surprise. "I haven't used a gas gun in years." He changed the setting of his multi-purpose weapon to missile mode so that it was obvious to her. "I should've recognised you as a bad egg from the start." He reasoned, advancing on her. "You never cleaned your room. Never helped with the dishes, never did well in school. If that isn't a list of criminal tendencies, I don't know what is."

Backing up, Gosalyn hit the wall behind her. The look on her face was tragic.
"There's no reason I shouldn't blast you into a smudge." He pointed it closer at her and she put her fingers in her ears, waiting for the explosion. "But I-I just can't do it."

Something hit his head before he could sort through this mental problem and everything went black.

Darkwarrior Duck woke up, his head was pounding. He looked around him. There was a brick wall in front of him and to his left there was green grass that lay beyond a chicken wire fence.

"Who did that?" He growled. There was no one around, and they had just left him there. "So, they think they can get away with this, do they?" He looked up at his security robots. "Identify: who clobbered me?"
"Launchpad McQuack."
"Life imprisonment was obviously too easy for him."

He looked around. Gosalyn was long gone as well. The criminal waiting to happen had escaped. If only he hadn't hesitated, he could have solved that problem. "Locate: Gosalyn Mallard."
"Unknown."
"Alright, Locate: Megavolt and Quackerjack."
"Unknown."
"So then where's the time machine?"
"Unknown."

He snarled. "It's a good job I don't pay you, you hulking pieces of useless metal. Locate: Launchpad McQuack."
"Launchpad McQuack is in transit approaching Audubon Bay Bridge."
"Oh yeah? Well, he won't get far." Darkwarrior picked up his modified weapon lying there beside him. "Let's see if McQuack knows what's happened to Gosalyn before I kill him."

"Hey, no use taking chances." Launchpad held the dinted frying pan.
"I knew you couldn't do it, dad." Gosalyn said affectionately, picking up his hat.
At any time, Darkwarrior could wake up, and then Gosalyn was finished. "I'd get going if I was you." Launchpad said as firmly as he could, yet trying to stave off the worry in his voice. They'd all be done for once Darkwarrior woke up. "He may be smiling now, but he won't be when he wakes up!"

They got the time top juiced up again and loaded up with the three travellers. Gosalyn popped up through the hatch to say goodbye to him. "Don't worry; once I get back to my own time, none of this will have ever happened."

Quackerjack popped up beside Gosalyn as she stood on the steps leading up to the hatch of the time top. "Come on, come on, come on."
Megavolt popped up a moment after him, also eager to get going and away from Darkwarrior as fast as possible.
"Are you sure it's a good idea to take them along?" Launchpad called up to her. "After all, they're hardened criminals. Maybe they should stay locked up here?"

The two criminals started begging Gosalyn. "Oh no, no, please, please take me, please, don't listen to him." Megavolt implored her.
Gosalyn shrugged. "If there's one thing that this has taught me, it's that every person deserves the benefit of the doubt. Besides, I don't know how to drive this thing." She closed the lid behind her.

With an electrical spark and hum, the time top spun into thin air.

"It didn't work ..."

Launchpad was in a fit of nerves as he drove his taxi onto the bridge. Not only had the timeline not magically changed when Megavolt and Quackerjack's time top had vanished, but he'd hit Darkwarrior over the head in order to save Gosalyn. He gulped. "Forget life and hard labour. I'm dead."

On this thought he glimpsed into his rear vision mirror. Two of Darkwarrior's security robots were honing in on him. His hands went sweaty on the wheel. It was a minute later and Darkwarrior's flyer came forwards and paralleled him on the road.

"Alright, pull over, you criminal." Darkwing pointed his missile configured gun at his old side kick.
"I thought you'd have a question for me first. We always talked on the road before; we never had to pull over to do it."
"Fine." Darkwarrior shrugged, continuing to aim his weapon at Launchpad as they hurtled along the bridge. "Where's Gosalyn?"
"She went back in time."
"With Quackerjack's time top?"
"Yes."
"With Megavolt and Quackerjack?"
"Yes."

"That's all I wanted to know." Darkwarrior fired the weapon, Launchpad swerved to avoid getting hit. As the taxi exploded, it hit the side of the bridge, smashed through the concrete barrier, and the flaming wreck went over the side and into the bay, taking the old pilot with it.

"Too easy. He was always too soft. I can't believe I ever listened to him." Darkwarrior sank back into the pilot's seat, releasing the auto pilot's control. "Now, where am I going to get another time machine?"

Gosalyn had gone back to the past, thus creating a universal parallel. That posed a different problem for Darkwarrior. In order to fix the damage that Gosalyn had caused that other universe by returning to it, Darkwarrior had to invent something that not only traversed time, but the E Space between universes.

It was a long time as Darkwarrior worked in his security lab, studying universal theorems and time travel. But finally, he had found the true problem, identified the solution, and now he had created the mechanism needed to resolve it.

The shadowy figure stood over the large buzzing contraption. Kilowatts of power rippled along the cabling. The central spherical unit glowed brightly, and all the machinery was humming. "I may not be able to fix history and make it crime free, but I can fix the failing within myself."

He took a glove off and with his bare hand he reached for a power cable. "Goodbye, Darkwing Duck!" He laughed demonically. With his other hand, he pulled the switch, electrifying himself for a long moment. "That ought to ..." he coughed, "do it." He staggered away, and fell to the floor.

The security robots hovered uncertainly around his singed unmoving form.

A/N: This story is being posted at the request of Phoenix Ride. Enjoy all! Once again, any advice, hints, questions or comments will be appreciated and utlilised to improve my writing for you as an audience. To do this, one can click on the link that says 'Review this chapter' below this line ...