A/n: So I've been (re)watching Darkwing Duck on Disney Plus. Forgot how good it was. And so, now I'm writing fanfiction. This is probably set somewhere just after that episode where Darkwing goes to the Negaverse (Life, the Negaverse, and Everything). Basically I just wanted to get the two Launchpad's together in the same universe and see what happens. I'm having heaps of fun writing this. I hope you enjoy reading it, and please leave me a review if you do!


"I'm not sure about this one, boss. I'll do whatever you tell me. But that portal looks… dangerous."

"Aw, don't tell me the big bad Launchpad is going to be a pussy about a harmless little portal?"

"I'm no pussy!"

"Then get your butt down there!" Negaduck slammed a fist into the big brute's shoulder.

Launchpad did not so much as flinch. A frown creased his stubbled beak as he stared into the portal that swirled about their feet.

Sometimes it took a few seconds for his orders to sink through that beefy skull. Negaduck was not keen on waiting for his minion's neurons to fire. But this would be easier if his guinea pig was cooperative. "Listen, LP," said Negaduck as he stretched an arm around his companion's broad shoulders, "I need someone over in that other Saint Canard I can trust. A scout to take care of Darkwing Duck and pave the way for my glorious reign."

A grin slowly spread across that big, dumb face. "Yeah, I can do that boss."

"Then listen carefully. And I'll try and keep it simple, stupid. Everything over there is the opposite. There's an alternate you over there too. If those nerds at the university rigged this thing up properly, this portal will dump you out within a mile of him. If everything goes to plan, I'll have access to Darkwing's world again."

"Hey, wait. Is this one of those things where you want me to replace my double? I'm a heavy, man. You need to use me to smash some skulls!" Launchpad pounded a fist into his open palm.

Negaduck snorted and rolled his eyes. "You're kidding me. You'd need a shave. And to learn some table manners. No, smash in as many skulls as you see fit. Take out some of Darkwing's allies. Find out where his lair is. I don't care. I'm giving you your head… if you know what to do with it."

"Huh?"

Negaduck grabbed Launchpad by the collar and dragged him down so they were beak to beak. "I'm tired of your screw ups and having to explain everything half a dozen times. You get over there, and you prove to me you're worth keeping around. Got it, big guy?"

Launchpad glared back at him, but Negaduck did not miss the other man's adam's apple bob up and down as he gulped. "Got it, boss." He squared his shoulders and moved back over to the portal.

Negaduck grinned. He didn't care what Launchpad did once, and if, he arrived in Darkwing's Saint Canard. He needed this idiot for one thing and one thing only.

"Still looks a little rough down there." Launchpad grumbled as he craned his neck out over the edge. "But maybe it's not really so dangerous."

"Only one way to find out." Negaduck put a foot square into Launchpad's backside. The big brute pinwheeled his arms and then toppled into the maelstrom.

Which immediately exploded into a green black geyser that splattered and hissed across the ceiling.

Negaduck dropped to the floor and pulled his hat down over his eyes. The air heated to a barely tolerable level. A rush of wind whipped and howled past him. Then with a crash and a whoosh the gale turned back on itself and rushed back towards the portal. A chair skittered across the floor beside him, caught in the vacuum.

Then the portal shut down with a very final sounding whoomph.

Negaduck cautiously peeked out from under his hat. The ceiling had been blasted black, as had the floor. The chair sat where the portal had been, blackened, and cleaved clean in two. The smell of burnt wood and feathers lingered in the air.

Negaduck whistled through his teeth as he stood to his feet. "Oh yeah, that duck is D.E.A-dead." He put his hands on his hips and stared at his failed experiment. Then he shrugged. "Guess it's back to the drawing board."


Launchpad dusted dying embers from the feathers on his forearms and hauled himself to his feet. The world tilted. "Stop it!" he demanded with a slur. The portal ride had been hectic, like being inside a green and black tumble dryer that was doing its best to catch on fire. But he wasn't going to moan about it. He'd walk it off.

Sure enough, the world settled around him. The cracked bitumen at his feet was littered with garbage. Dingy, spray-painted walls hemmed him in. For a moment, Launchpad thought the alley he found himself in was back in the Negaverse. But the sky above was a bright, clear blue, and the sound of birdsong reached him. The alleyway opened to a parking lot. Across the road was a park, which was actually green. There were children playing, and giggling. Launchpad repressed a shudder. "Yuck. What a hell hole."

And then an eerily familiar voice reached his ears. "Okay, so we need to get eggs, milk, de… er, or is that an o? I have got to stop Drake writing on my shopping list."

Next to a garish blue sedan stood… Launchpad.

Launchpad blinked and rubbed at his eyes. "What the heck is he even wearing."

His double scratched at the aviator's cap perched on his head, then shrugged. "Hey, if I make soup, he's not going to know what's in it anyway." Then, belting out a whistling tune that made Launchpad cringe, he strolled into the grocery store.

Launchpad rolled his shoulders. "Alright, then. Well, he is supposed to be Darkwing's sidekick. Maybe this whole thing is just a cover. And I can't fail Negaduck again…" Launchpad bit his lip. But no. Negaduck would not follow him in a hurry. He had most certainly pushed him through to check the safety of the portal. That ride had been anything but safe, and Negaduck was too much of a coward to come through right away until he was sure it was.

Which meant he had some time up his sleeve. "Guess I've got some work to do, but…" Launchpad rubbed his hands together as his gaze narrowed on the blue sedan. "Doesn't mean I can't have a little fun whilst I'm at it."


Launchpad searched the aisles of the grocery store for what he'd eventually determined was 'deodorant.' He snatched a spray can off a shelf and grinned in triumph. "Got ya. But you are definitely not going in the soup. Heheh."

Crime had taken a bit of a dip the last half of the week. It meant he could get on top of the groceries. Maybe get some meals into the freezer. When there were two men who spent half the night tearing around Saint Canard chasing baddies, and one growing kid who could consume an entire stack of pancakes and then ask if she was going to get bacon and eggs with that, in the house, it paid to have something stashed that was easy to make and better than toast. Launchpad's freezer meals always seemed to last forever. Although, sometimes Launchpad thought that was because DW preferred the toast.

He ended up getting a bit more food than he had originally intended. "Are you sure you can carry all of those?" the register attendant asked him.

"No problemo." Launchpad hefted the two overstuffed grocery bags to his chest. He grinned out through a bunch of celery leaves and winked.

The attendant slowly raised her eyebrow. "Have a good day, sir."

Launchpad weaved his way across the parking lot. Lifting the haul was the easy part. But the grocery bags were so overstuffed he could barely see where he was going. "Not the first time I've been flying blind." Every time he caught sight of the blue sedan through the celery, he course corrected.

"Ow!" Launchpad grumbled as his shin collected the tail gate. "There she is." He had to boot the car twice before his foot found the tail gate catch, and then he dumped the groceries in back.

He threw himself into the driver's seat, tore into reverse, then scraped the undercarriage on the gutter out of the parking lot. Someone honked. "Sorry, I got to get home to make soup!"

Launchpad tapped the steering wheel, hummed to himself, and glanced in the rear-view mirror. "Huh? I thought I shaved this morning. Wait…"

Launchpad spluttered as his scarf tightened about his throat. Warm breath blew down his neck. "Keep driving. And no funny business."

"Air…" His scarf loosened just a little.

"Take us off the highway." There was something familiar about that voice. "Pull into a sidestreet."

Yeah. Right. Launchpad pulled into a slip lane off the highway as he'd been instructed. "So, you wearing a seatbelt?"

"I don't need no pussy seatbelt…"

As the slip lane dipped down, Launchpad gunned it. The incline was just enough to get a bit of power out of the four-cylinder engine. His assailant yelped, and there was a heavy thud as his he slammed into the roof.

Launchpad gagged as his air cut off completely. He struggled, one hand wresting the steering wheel back and forth to keep them on course, the other grappling with the material now looped tightly about his throat. He slammed on the brakes. He had previously determined the trajectory of any loose items in the sedan on more than one occasion. He ducked. Tins and bottles took flight. Some thudded into the man in the back, eliciting more grunts and curses. The rest bounced harmlessly off the windshield.

Launchpad got out and, teeth gritted, hauled the man in his rear seat out by the collar. "Next time pick on someone your own size!"

The guy slammed balled up fists on Launchpad's arms and broke his grip. "That was the idea."

Launchpad took a step back and put up his guard. Both men froze, facing each other in a fighting stance.

Launchpad's fists loosened. "You… You look just like me…"

"What the hell was that?" His mirror image barked. "You trying to kill us both?"

"Mom and Dad never said anything about me having a twin."

The man that looked like him straightened his dishevelled jacket collar with a quick tug. "Okay. That was actually a half decent move. Maybe you're not as domesticated as I first thought."

"Who are you?" Launchpad demanded.

"Is that stupid cap cutting off circulation to your brain? I'm you, genius."

The gears in Launchpad's head grated over. "The Negaverse. DW told me… you work for Negaduck."

"There you go. Heh. Guess I'm not as stupid as everyone keeps telling me."

"What are you doing in Saint Canard? I mean, our Saint Canard."

The other Launchpad flicked a celery leaf from his shoulder. "Not the groceries."

"Okay, okay… I'm talking to another me. Perfectly normal. So, you work for Negaduck. But that doesn't mean you're a bad guy, right? I mean, you're me… Heheh." Launchpad tugged at his scarf.

His double dragged him towards him, so they were pressed beak to beak. "Why are you giggling?"

"I am very uncomfortable right now."

Launchpad released him with a snort. "Great. That's his bloody laugh. I'm glad we're supposed to be opposites. But you listen up, pal. You're going to be more than uncomfortable when Negaduck gets here."

"Negaduck's back?" Talking to himself was weird as. But he had to pull it together and focus. Launchpad jabbed a finger into his double's chest. "I'm not going to let him hurt DW!"

Launchpad grinned. "There's the guy who nearly sent me through his windshield. Relax, Negaduck isn't here. Yet. He sent me, his top man, through ahead of him. So, you're not going to have to worry about him hurting your 'DW'. Because by the time he gets here, this Launchpad will have put Darkwing Duck at the bottom of Audubon Bay."

Launchpad threw a punch.

His double shielded his chin with broad forearms, then clapped Launchpad in the side of the head with a right hook that sent him sprawling across the bonnet of the sedan. "Negaduck will be awhile," he said, as he backed away. "So, in the meantime we're going to play a little game. I'm coming for Darkwing Duck. Let's see if his sidekick who I've heard so much about can stop me."

Launchpad hauled himself upright, hands balled into first. But his head still spun. By the time the world settled enough he could stand without toppling over, the doppelganger had disappeared.

"Launchpad!" It would've been amusing, screaming his own name. Had his heart not been hammering in his chest. His double had gone. But he had been no figment of his imagination. "I've got to warn DW."

Tins and bottles clattered across the pavement as Launchpad dove back into the sedan and raced towards home.