Title: "No One Like Them"
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: No one does it like them.
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"You know, most couples have their first date before moving in together and raising a child."

"Most couples don't love like we do," Darkwing retorted angrily. "Now suck gas, evil doer!" He hit the villain so hard that the impact slung the mad scientist off of the building. Instead of running after him to make sure he hadn't killed him, Darkwing smiled smugly and blew the remaining smoke off of his gun.

"DW!" Launchpad exclaimed, clearly shocked.

"He had it coming," Darkwing muttered, still uncharacteristically furious. "How dare he judge us!"

"You did kind of judge him," Launchpad started, but a smile was already pulling at the corners of his beak. His hero loved him enough to possibly kill a villain and, for the first time since he'd known him, apparently not care!

"Dad's right," Gosalyn muttered. "He got what he deserved." She peered over the edge of the skyscraper, expecting to see a splattered scientist below. Her jovial face immediately fell with disappointment. "Nah. He didn't." She grinned. "Not yet."

Darkwing slid between his daughter's foot and Bushroot's reaching fingers just in time. "Now, Gosalyn, we can't kill the bad guy, even if he is a know-it-all who really knows nothing about love." He reached down, slapped handcuffs on the villain, and yanked him back up to the top of the skyscraper. "Besides, young lady, it's past your bed time."

"Hello, Summer! Duh, Dad, really? How can you forget I'm on vacation?"

Darkwing didn't tell her that he hadn't forgotten. How could he, after all, when he and Launchpad were left with no private time together between Gosalyn constantly bouncing up between them and their nightly runs to save the world? "You still need your rest, young lady," he reprimanded instead, "and you're going to bed just as soon as we drop this bad guy off."

"Aw, Dad!" Gosalyn groaned. "Launchpad and I were gonna watch the Three Stooges marathon!"

"Another night, young lady," Dark insisted. He swiftly looked to Launchpad, whose beak was also open to complain. That one look made Launchpad immediately shut his beak. His beloved Darkwing's eyes were not glowering at him with anger. They suggested something entirely different, especially when the left one winked at him, and Launchpad suddenly couldn't wait to get home. Dark had told Bushroot right: No one loved like they did!

The End