I made and own the art above. This here is Abaddon Bushroot. He always wears dark colors, usually a full suit, and well as shoes. He also has on a hat/fedora as well.

All in all, he is a tall, dark and very dangerous looking duck, no matter what his age implies.

I had watched the episode of DuckTales - the reboot - where they showed Darkwing for the first time. I'm excited because the creator of the reboot says he has plans, something he always wanted to do, for Darkwing.

I myself have thoughts about what it could be. But, in this story, it is obviously not going like canon in the show as Darkwing is a real hero and the villains are real villains. Yet, I will add in some things from the whole thing. I also like to imagine the villains as their older designs, back from the actual Darkwing cartoon.

Also, there are going to be made up laws in this story - which may be real laws where you are at for all I know. What I am getting at is that this is in a cartoon world, there are going to be some crazy laws that are made up that I am going to be using for this. Just a warning.

-Start Chapter-

Abaddon Azazel Bushroot was many things.

Clever, sly, resourceful, ambitious, hardworking, and ambiguous were just a few things that he was.

But, he is also rude, ruthless, heartless, sarcastic, has little to no morals, and is a big troll among with many more things that could be said to describe him.

Abaddon is stingy with his love, stingy with those he is loyal to and respect. He loves wholly, so he only loves a few. But everyone else could die for all he cares, and he shows this with no regret. Abaddon Azazel Bushroot is many, many things, most of them not good or nice, but there is one thing he is not.

He is in no way stupid. 

Getting to where he was in life, having as much business as him, both on the right and wrong side of the law took guts as well as smarts. If he was stupid, he would have been a bloody stain on the wall a long time ago, not being able to live to his currant age.

That's why this whole situation burns him in all the worst ways possible.

-"Grandfather?"

"Regina?" Abaddon frowned, not having expected such a late call from his only granddaughter. Sitting in his office, doing some paperwork, Abaddon had expected a quiet night.

"Yes, this is me."

"It is late, Regain." Abaddon put down his pen, feeling something wrong. Regina was not a normal child, she would not call unless something was wrong or happening. "You should be in bed."

"I know it is late, but I just wanted to tell you something."

"Oh?" Abaddon raised a brow, interested. His granddaughter is not like other children. So, this could be either interesting or bad. "And what is so important that I need to hear right now instead of waiting to tell me in the morning?"

"What is so important?" Abaddon could hear the smile in her voice. "I just wanted to tell you that I am running away."

"What." Of all the things he expected, this was not one of them.

"You most likely haven't heard yet, living in Night Owl City mainly, but Reginald has been mutated and arrested." Regina bluntly stated this all factually, yet Abaddon could hear something dark in her tone. "I'm tired of all the abuse on him, on me. I'm not a piece of clay to be molded, I am a living, breathing duck that can see how much Mother and Father have been killing my Brother."-

That lead to a whole other conversation that made Abaddon break his desk in anger.

How could his own flesh and blood fall so far? Sure, Abaddon himself was not a saint or even a good person - He knew hell was waiting for him when he finally passes on - but at least he never once abused his family in any way shape or form. Cypress should have known better, should have known that to mentally and emotionally abuse his own son was not something that should be done. Not even Abaddon would do something like that, and his list of wrongs he has done is very much dripping in blood. Just where did he and Narcissa go wrong? He might have been too busy and Narcissa too selfish or snooty, but neither of them abused Cypress or let him get hurt. Especially not because of what his gender was of all things.

Yet, this doesn't matter any more. Not really.

Cypress is no longer his son. In fact, right after the call, Abaddon got him written out of his will and only left him a letter - one that disowns him from the Bushroot family name if he dies before he can get it done in person. He really wants to see Cypress's face as his lawyer hands over that paperwork. 

How dare Cypress harm his grandchildren, those that were the future? Yet, it is also on his shoulders for being too busy for them, too bust to see what was going on.

Abaddon will make sure to make Cypress pay for what has been done to Regina and Reginald. In blood, screams and his entire life. Abaddon will destroy him and many others for what they have done to his family.

And Lily. Abaddon always had a bad feeling about her. At first he thought she was just a gold digger, that was why he told Cypress that if he wanted to marry her, he would no longer be his heir yet still his son, as he did not want to loose his only child. Yet, it seems that his bad feeling was about something else. It was like a itch, like something was either wrong with her or it was his gut warning him to keep a eye on her. Which, he failed to do correctly. He cursed himself, he should have done better. Should have known better. But, no. Because of his stupidity, his own grandchildren were harmed. It seems like his gut was trying to let him know that Lily was not sane, not mentally healthy. Because no mentally sane woman abuses her children in any type of way.

If only he lived in St. Canard, maybe things would have been easier. Been easier to see what was going on.

Night Owl City was a few cities away from St. Canard, meaning that it is a few hours drive away from the crime ridden city. It had tall skyscrapers and was known for it's nightlife. Only a few houses and mansions were in the city, more on the edge of the city then inside of it. It was were he mainly lived, because this is where he late wife loved to shop at. Abaddon liked it as it was crime ridden as well, just not up to St. Canard's levels to his disappointment.

It made it less fun for him in the long run.

'But, maybe it is time for a move.' A smirk worked it's way up Abaddon's face, abyss like eyes staring down at the remains of his desk. paperwork scattered all over the floor along with wooden splinters. 'Just need to call the lawyers and set everything up, and then I should be in St. Canard by tomorrow if I play my cards right.'

Abaddon Azazel Bushroot was many things.

A family duck that was willing to murder, lie, cheat, and break all the laws for his family was just one of them.

The dark duck was going to shake things up in St. Canard, for better and for worse. And he was going to laugh as the flames consume the city while he and his grandchildren watch from a safe distance. All he needs to do was play his cards right and he would get what he wanted.

It was wonderful what money, blackmail, bribery, and getting your hands dirty can do. Everyone who has harmed his family was going to pay; In blood or screams, he wasn't picky.

Dean Tightbill, St. Canard University, St. Canard as a whole, Lily and Cypress Bushroot better watch out.

Abaddon wasn't known for leaving his prey or those that have wronged him alive and whole.

-Duckburg, McDuck Manson; Kitchen-

"Thank you, Brother."

"You're welcome, Sister! More eggs?"

"Yes, please."

Now, the people living in the mansion expected a lot of things when they woke up. Scrooge expected to get his tea and newspaper and then go off to the kitchen to check in on everyone. Beakley expected to just wake up everyone, and then head off to make breakfast. All triplets expected a tiring Monday, get up, eat and then head off to school. Webby expected to eat and then head off to do her studies for the day. Donald expected having to get up, force food down his kids throats and then drag them off to school.

What none of them expected was to see Reginald in a fluffy purple apron, cooking up a storm, pouring what seemed to be chocolate milk into a mug and dishing out more food to his sister. Said sister, Regina, was sitting at the kitchen island on a bar stool, sipping out of her mug and reading the newspaper with critical eyes.

It was like they walked into a scene of a wife and husband having dinner. In reverse.

"Oh!" Reginald gasped at seeing the whole group/family in the doorway. "Good morning. I-I made breakfast. S-So if y-you want some..." Reginald stuttered, becoming flustered as he tried to give all his attention to the cooking food to distract himself from the stares.

Regina glanced up from the newspaper, giving a slight smile and nod in greeting. "Good morning everyone. I hope that you all slept well?"

Scrooge was he first to snap out of it.

Shaking off his shock, Scrooge stepping into the kitchen to sit on one end of the huge kitchen island. "I had me a good sleep." He answered the duckling before turning to the older Bushroot. "Lad, care tae make me some tea?"

"R-Right away!" Reginald agreed, hurrying along to get it made.

"Let me do that." Beakley quickly made her way to Reginald while the others finally made their way to sit at the kitchen island.

"O-Oh, okay..." Reginald nodded, going to the stove. Opening the oven, he pulled out a huge try of pancakes. "I made breakfast for y-you a-all. I-I kept it warm in the o-oven..."

"Sweet!" Dewy grinned at the sight of pancakes. "Pancakes for breakfast! There must be over a hundred!"

"When did you get up?" Webby asked Regina, taking the plate that Reginald offered to her.

Regina folded the newspaper back up, handing it off to Scrooge who asked for it. "We both got up at four, for the early morning news." Regina answered, scooping some of her eggs and vegetables onto her toast. 

"Four in the morning?!" Louie chocked out, jaw dropping as he stared at Regina, dumbfounded. "Who gets up that early willingly?!"

"I do." Regina bluntly stated, not looking phased at the looks she was getting. "Besides, the News told us - my Brother and I - that Grandfather will hold the public meeting this afternoon. Now, all we have to do is wait and see how this goes down, and how the public will react."

"O-Oh, I-I hope D-Darkwing D-D-Duck doesn't come hunting for m-me..." Reginald whimpered, shaking as he handed Donald a cup of black coffee. "I-I really d-don't want to be cut b-by a w-weed cu-cutter again..."

"What." Regina's eyes froze over while the others stilled in shock.

"Reginald..." Donald slowly put down his cup of coffee, looking up at the nervously confused plant-duck hybrid. "Did this so called hero actually cut you with it? No questions asked?"

"W-Well, y-yes." Reginald frowned just thinking about it. "B-But, I-I n-needed to be a-arrested for what I did, and I wasn't coming q-quietly e-either."

"But that doesn't mean he should be using deadly force on someone who is obviously unstable at the time." Regina lowly told her brother, a glare on her face that would not look uncommon on a cobra. "Legally, he can not use deadly force on you like that. He's not a cop or a specialized officer trained to deal with that kind of situation; He can't make calls like that. What if he had cut off your head? Or your roots? We have no idea how your mutation effected you, he should have just knocked you out and handcuffed you, not cut you up like you're fertilizer."

"I thought heroes were supposed to be nicer?" Webby frowned, finishing off her food. "Like, the morally good standing that everyone can look up to?"

Huey huffed, crossing his arms. "He doesn't sound like a hero. Who pulls out a weed cutter on someone, and uses it to arrest someone? Does he even have the permits to conduct arrest or use full force like that?"

"I just don't get how the police let him do that." Louie shrugged, frowning as he thought about it. "If someone here ran around in a custom, arresting and beating people up, they would get tossed in the loony bin a long time ago."

"How did he get away with it?" Dewy asked, leaning forward in interest, grin wide on his face. "If I did that-"

"You would be grounded for the rest of you life before the police could get to you." Donald cut in, steel in his voice and glare. Dewy just pouted, crossing his arms, and sliding into a slump in his chair.

"It's St. Canard." Both Regina and Reginald said, like that answered everything. Which, to be fair, did in their minds.

St. Canard is not a safe place. Corruption was all around, in sight and in the shadows. It's one of the reasons why the insane villains never leave. It's one of the only places that they can call their own because of how twisted the city is. It's home, no matter what, and it takes everything and everyone in no matter how insane they are because it was already a madhouse of a city.

Even the normal everyday citizens, to some extant, are so used to the insanity and are just as insane as the criminals/villains. 

Oh, the town has been flooded by a mutated dog anthro? Better get out the emergency stashes and boats that were saved for this occasion.

Killer toys rampaged the city while a insane jester laughs as he tried to destroy a certain toy store? Time to get the kids and stay inside to play some board games while the police and Darkwing handles it.

A electrifying rat stealing light-bulbs, calling them his babies and saying he was freeing them from slavery, and zapping others? Better walk/run the other way, ignore what you saw and heard, and forget about buying those light-bulbs or other electronics that you needed for a while.

Got held up in a hostage situation/bank robbery? Everyone goes through it at least once in the city, therapy meetings - much like the AAA - are held weekly and at any time if you can't shrug it off and go on like others can, no shame in that.

Got mugged? Just another day in the wonderful city of St. Canard.

Got stabbed/shot on the way to work? 'Tis but a flesh wound; Put a band-aid on it and walk it off, got work to do and no one has time for a little stab/gash/hole in/on the chest.

Someone robbed you? Happens to everyone, time to up the home alarm to death lasers to keep those robbers away if the guard dog isn't working, after calling your insurance agency number that you know by heart now.

Someone pulls out a knife on you? It happens, get over it - after pulling your own knife on them and having a stand down that happens every other day - or everyday for those that live in the really bad streets - for you.

Someone pulls a gun on you? It happens, either do everything and anything to survive it and tell the tale or pull out your own weapon and be ready to risk/bet/chance your life.

Someone pulls out a rubber chicken on you? Run like the devil is after you, because it is most likely QuackerJack playing dress up - if you don't recognize him on sight - again or someone that works for him.

St. Canadians are made of tougher stuff than others. The city is just plain insane and holds insaner people. They deal with more crap than any other city near them and keep going as if it never happened or is a thing of the past even if it happened just an hour ago. Things happen, strange things that you never expected to happen. Their city is within the top ten cities in the country - and Regina knows for sure that the city is within the top twenty in the whole world at the least - that have the worst crime rates, and death rates. Yet, while insane and dangerous, it is home. Even the criminals admit to that.

While they may wonder about, they will always come back to St. Canard. Where anything goes, everyone is insane - because why else would they stay and live in the city, raise their families there and risk it? -, the crime rates are too high, and the police are either corrupted or just plain incompetent. The only reasons heroes crop up is because the police can't do their jobs after all. And honestly, it makes it more fun for the criminals and villains - someone to aim to kill, and brag about if they one up the hero. It's a dangerous game that is addicting, even the civilians see it.

So, while Regina hates the fact that Darkwing pulled a weed cutter on Reginald, she knows it could have been worse. Pulling out a weed cutter is low on the list of things that could have happened. Not too low, but low enough that it is easy to place to the side for right now. Better to focus on what is going to happen than the past for right now.

"Our cities are very different." Regina eventually settled on. "Pulling out a weed cutter is very tame, if a bit unorthodox. While it should not have happend, it did. Best to move on." 'Until it can be used against him if need be.' Regina finished in her mind, knowing that the others might have a different take on it all.

Really, Duckburg just seemed so...fluffy. Safer as a whole, even with their criminals in it, compared to St. Canard. What would be normal to Regina and Reginald would seem insane to the others because they have lived different lives than theirs.

"What are your plans for today?" Regina asked aloud, wanting to change the subject.

Dewy and Louie groaned as if in great pain while Huey beamed at her.

"It's Monday, so we have school soon." Huey answered brightly, looking very excited to get to the building of learning.

"I have school work to do, but Granny is the one who teaches me." Webby told Regina, smiling happily. Then, her smile fell as something hit her. "Regina," Webby tilted her head in question. "do you have school?"

"My school is in St. Canard, and I am not going while under Sanctuary." Regina shook her head in negative. "To do so would be a fool's mistake, they would find me easily then as the school would call my emergency contacts if I was reported missing or if the parents or police called the school to see if they saw me or heard anything, warning them to keep an eye out."

"Then how will ye learn?" Scrooge asked in slight concern, browns frowned as he sat down the newspaper.

"I have Reginald for that." Regina answered, ignoring how her brother stuttered and blush at this fact. "He passed all his classes at the top and has more than one doctorate. I'm sure that he can teach better than most teachers at my school can."

"B-Besides, R-Regina can te-test out of school if she wanted to." Reginald added in, putting the kitchen utensils he used in the sink and untying the apron to take off. "O-Or a-at least a-a few g-grades."

"Really now?" Beakley raised a brow as she looked to the brown haired duckling. "So, why don't you then?"

"Yeah, I'd do it in a heart beat." Louie sighed in bliss just thinking about not having school anymore, Dewy nodding in agreement with his youngest brother while Huey looked at them with disapproval.

Regina just sighed. "For one, the parents would not let me. They want a smart daughter, but not one that is overly smart. Second, I need social interaction and learn how to mingle with others my age." Regina chuckled in humor. "The social rules and laws that everyday, sane, and normal people must follow, something that I never will understand."

"And some never will." Donald grumbled right back, drowning the rest of his coffee.

"Yeah, it's not working out." Regina sighed out, drowning her cup of chocolate milk. "Children, I have yet to understand them. Hopefully, with time and before I myself am no longer a child, I will get better at it."

Duck and duckling sighed as one. Scrooge looked them both up and down before going back to his tea. 'Of course a child acting like a adult wouldn't understand.' Scrooge silently sighed, saddened. 'She is viewing the interactions as a adult, not a child.'

It was heartbreaking to see a child unable to be a child. Hurts all the more when you know it is because of a broken home.

"While talking is all good and well," Beakley started, glancing off to the side where a clock was. "I would hurry up and eat. You boys only have fifteen minutes before you have to leave."

"Awww! But I wanted to eat another stack!"

"I haven't looked over my school work yet!"

"Is it too late to be sick?"

Regina snorted, watching the triplets. Dewy trying to shove more and more food down his throat, Huey rushing to eat as to have time to look over some papers and Louie not even rushing, just slumping and eating as if there was no time limit at all.

Sharing a glance with a amused Webby, Regina smiled.

While Duckburg was a very fluffy city compared to her home city, there was no denying that there were such interesting people living in the city, some that she would never have found in St. Canard.

'It's a shame then...' Regina looked down to her now cool plate of food. 'That I am interloper in this world.'

Yet, this interloper was willing to go to extreme lengths to make sure that her Brother will get to have a life after all that has happened to him. Even stay in a place where she should not be, to live through all that is right while she is wrong. To have the reminder that she shouldn't even be alive shoved in her face every second.

'The things I do for the ones I love...'

-A Few Hours Later, With Reginald and Regina-

"Y-You wanted t-to speak with u-us?" Reginald asked, shifting on the couch he was sitting on. Both he and Regina were in one of the sitting rooms, watching one of the News channels that will show their Grandfather's conference live.

The triplets were in school, Beakley was doing some housework, and Webby was in her room doing her own schoolwork. Not too long ago, Scrooge came into the room, asking to talk to him and Regina about something important.

That alone sent so much paranoia to Reginald.

"Yes." Scrooge sighed, waiting for Regina to sit by her Brother before going on. "Ye Grandfather, and I do not know how he got it done so fast, was able tae get Child Protective Services tae send me paperwork tae get temporary custody of Regina until this whole custody battle is fought."

"When Grandfather said he employed the best lawyers money could buy, he wasn't kidding." Regina hummed, making Reginald laugh slightly hysterically.

"Now, before I sign them, I have tae ask ye;" Scrooge steeled his heart, eyes looking right at the two sitting in front of him. "Did ye parents truly abuse the two of ya?"

Seeing Regina's eyes go cold and Reginald flinch as if hit made Scrooge know that there was some type of abusing truly going on. And while he knew it in his heart, he had to know for sure. Everything pointed to abuse, to the parents not being good parents. Yet, he had to know for sure. He had to hear the two talk about it, to know just how far this went and what he could do to help.

It took a while, but, eventually, Regina slowly spoke up.

"The parents always wanted a daughter." Regina slowly stated this as if it was a fact of life, face set like it was stone. "They always told me this. They never wanted a son, just a daughter." She snorts without any humor. "I truly shudder in fear thinking about what could have happened to me if I had been born male or was transgender. Maybe they would have finally snapped?"

Regina then sighs, leaning back on the couch, crossing her legs. "I have no idea why, but this is the core of everything; Wanting a daughter. I do not think they are mentally well, but this is their reason for everything. Or, at least, part of it or the core of it all. But, I don't know how they acted before I was born, so I can't say for sure."

Here, Reginald looked down at his folded hands in his lap. "M-Mother and Father....they didn't want me..." Taking in a deep breath, Reginald steeled himself. "I had to learn to cook at four, because they would forget to feed me. I-It was like I wasn't even there. M-Mother would forget my name, forget that I exist. F-Father was harsh on me. I-I couldn't do anything wrong, no less than the best, and even then, I was a d-disappointment." Reginald tried to smile, but it was bitter and twisted. "O-One time they had went on vacation without me w-when I was s-six, having 'forgotten' me."

"And how long were they gone, Lad?" Scrooge asked in a whisper, dread filling his heart.

"A month." Reginald sniffed, holding back the tears. "I-I thought 'This is it, they finally abandoned me'. B-But they came home one day as if n-nothing was wrong. I-I tried talking to them, b-but they just i-ignored me." Reginald sighed, slumping slightly. "T-they n-never h-hit me....b-but...."

What was left unsaid was the cutting fear, the pain, hunger and so much more. Of trying to ration food, only to run out and have to get used to the hunger pains. The doubts that swirled all around, that they were never coming back, that he had been left to die. Crying himself to sleep because of how worthless he was, because why else would his parents leave him?

It hurt all the more when they had came back, not even happy to see him alive. Father had even looked disappointed at seeing him. That day, something in Reginald died. He isn't sure what part of him it was, as so much of him has either died or broken, but it was the start in his mind.

The start of what?

The start of his sanity degrading.

Seeing how much Reginald was curling into himself, Regina decided to start up on her own side.

"They never once hit or kick me, but mental and emotional abuse is a everyday thing." Regina bluntly stated, eyes firm on the startled Scrooge. "I am not allowed to be myself, and they have been trying to train and force me to be someone who I am not. The best way I can put this is that I am a piece of clay in their minds, not their child. I am their's to mold and shape."

"What do ya mean by tha' me dear?" Scrooge's eyes were wide in horrified shock. Sure, it could be worse, but to know exactly what is has been going on isn't pretty no matter the type of abuse.

"The Parent's do not know one thing about me." Regina stated this with some twisted humor, a twisted smile coming to life. "If you ask them what my favorite color is, they will answer 'pink' when it is in fact green. If asked what my favorite game is, they will say 'tea time' or 'playing pretend' when I in fact don't have a favorite game. I prefer reading to playing, and I do not have any friends to play with." Regina shrugged. "It's like they ignore who I am, my flaws and the things they do not like about me, and change it up to fit what they want. Delusional is the best word to describe them."

"One time, when I was seven, I had found some of Reginald's old clothing." Regina began to tell the two, frowning as she thought back on it. "A few fit me, and I was tired of the dress I was in. It itched and the parents refused to let me change into something else. All my other clothing was out of my reach, so I decided to just change into some of my Brother's old clothing after finding them in a box in a closet." The duckling smiled a bit, but it wasn't a happy one. "It was a nice soft green shirt and a pair of brown shorts. The shirt even had a little monster picture on the front, it was cute in my eyes. The parent's had a different take on it."

"Is that why they burned all my old clothing and items that were left in the house?" Reginald asked softly, missing how Scrooge flinched.

"Yes." Regina sighed, rubbing her face. "They were not happy about me wearing what they deemed 'boy' clothing. The shirt and shorts were ripped off of me quickly, I was forced to take a scolding hot bath as if I was contaminated and infected with something, and then forced back into that itchy dress for the rest of the day." Here Regina's brows frowned. "Yet, the most worrying thing is that they seemed to forget about it not too long after. After burning all the clothing and items of Reginald's they could find, it was like it never happened, like I never wore such clothing or that they forced me into burning water. I do worry for their mental state, what could have happened to me if I tried to step out too much from what they wanted."

Scrooge's heart stopped for a moment. "Do ye think they would hav' hurt ya?" 'Worse than burning up with scolding water?' was left unsaid as he asked in a soft and gentle tone, eyes filled with nothing but worry. While Regina might not say it, they have already hurt her physically, and Scrooge paled at the thought of Regina screaming in pain, forced to be in the too hot water as they harshly scrubbed her down.

It did not escape his notice that they only said 'They never hit or kick me' or 'They never hit me', instead of saying that 'They never hurt me'. It was easy to see that the children were hurt, been hurt, by their parents - just in different ways. And some physical abuse must have happened. Scrooge can read in between the lines just fine. There was something dark, darker than what he is hearing, written in between their words.

The old duck wondered if he could handle hearing the whole, unedited truth on what went on behind closed doors in the Bushroot household. More than likely, he'd either go on a warpath and lock his doors with the two in front of him safe behind them so that no one would be able to touch them.

Some people should never become parents. Yet, Scrooge has found that usually, they are the ones that are more likely to become parents than the ones that deserve to have children.

"I once bought a superhero comic with my own money. It's a guilty pleasure of mine; comics, cartoons, and wanting to collect items having to do with them. Of course, I never got to collect anything like what I wanted and I could only watch certain cartoons - ones that I don't care for." Regina looked Scrooge dead in the eyes. "When the parents found the comic, they ripped it from my hands, started screaming and yelling that it wasn't appropriate for their 'Little Queen' and 'Perfect little girl'. They then ripped the comic up right in front of me, demanding to know where I got it. After that, I was grounded. Yet, not even two hours later, they don't mention it even as they hand me some princess books, little children's books at that, when they should know good and well that I can and like to read chapter books. That I do not need children's books because they do nothing for me." 

Regina tilted her head with a smile. "I truly believe that if I had fought back on anything, to keep that comic or those clothing, it could have gone violent - they did burn me with hot water after all, not paying and mind to my screams about it - and they wouldn't even remember it because of them blocking it out. What they don't want to see, what they don't want to know, is blocked out from their memory and minds. I had to toe the line in that house, and one step too far could mean one or both of them snapping."

Something heavy settled in the old duck's stomach as he glanced to the two siblings sitting on the couch in front of him.

'Do....do they not understand what they are saying?' Scrooge asked himself, only for him to mentally disagree with it. 'No, they understand, they just don't see just how wrong it is. They have lived with those disgraceful ducks calling themselves parents for their whole lives. They do not see how disturbing it is for others, just that it has gone on too far. The snapping point for the dear was her parents trying to do in her brother. They know it is wrong, but not how much it is. Like it was naughty, not criminal. It's normal for them.'

Abaddon had the right idea to take the steps needed to get them out of the house as quickly as he can. What if Abaddon hadn't, and then confronted everyone like he planed on doing? Would they have harmed Regina after finding out she called her Grandfather for help?

None of this painted a pretty picture, and Scrooge could see the courts having a field day with this once the custody battle truly begins. And this is not even counting Reginald's hearing in court.

But this just steeled Scrooge's resolve. He was doing the right thing. What Reginald did does not matter, not now. What Regina did and is planing to do does not matter, not with family on the line like it is. Everything will work out, Scrooge will make sure of this.

"Alrigh' then." Scrooge smiled slightly, feeling his age for once. "I'll give the call to the services. Reginald, ye be under my custody until this mess be cleared out." Then, he looked to Reginald. "Lad, I got the paperwork for ye to be under my protection and custody as well. As they haven' gone through the paperwork tae arrest ya, you be under me protection. Both of ye are under me Sanctuary."

The duckling looked him up and down, sizing him in a way no one has done in years. It was like he had been put on display for everyone to see into his very soul. But, he kept his gaze firm. He would do right by these two that have been done wrong. Then, she smiles and his breath is taken away.

That smile should not be on a duckling's, any child's, face. It was heartbreaking to see such a broken smile, eyes saying 'Why would you do this for us, what is your gain?'. Yet, there was thankfulness in there too, and it made it all the worse. Like she never expected him to take them in, most likely thinking that he was just holding them inside until he can hand them off to the police or worse - their so called parents.

"Thank you Mr. McDuck." Regina gave a nod in thanks. "You are going beyond your debt, I'll be sure to tell this to Grandfather."

"T-Thank you..." Reginald was shivering, eyes screaming his confusion on why Scrooge would go this far for them, but fearing that the older duck would take it back if he said anything aloud.

There was so much damage done to these two, so much so that Scrooge wondered if there could be one day where they would smile freely.

'The only thing I can do now is do the best I can.' Scrooge gave a nod to the two ducks before leaving the sitting room. 'All the best that Abaddon called me to repay the debt. My word is as good as gold. After all, I'm Scrooge McDuck, I can do this and more.'

It only hit Scrooge later, as he was walking to his office to make the calls needed, that not once did Regina call her parents, her's. Only 'They' and 'The Parents'.

He thinks that explains a lot about the situation. Much more than anything they had told him.

-St. Canard; Bushroot Household, Early Afternoon-

"What do Child Protective Services have to do anything?!" Lily growled into the phone, eyes bloodshot and the bags under eyes having their own bags. "I never once put a hand on Regina in such a way!"

Cypress sighed from where he sat at the couch, the TV turned down low in front of him, slumped and hands over his face.

For two days now, ever since they found their daughter's bed empty and phone left in the room, both of them tried calling everyone they could to try and find their little Queen. But soon after, the police and others were calling back; Asking some weird and suspicious questions about themselves.

Which, Cypress could understand to a extant. While there was no way Regina could have ran away - not his little girl. She was too sweet to do something like that to them, she had to been taken by some criminal while they were asleep. -, they had to look at that angle as well as others. And for a ten year old to 'ran away' from home, that usually means that something is going on in the household.

Yet, they are taking it too far. Cypress never thought that Child Protective Services would be calling, demanding to know what was going on - when nothing was going on!

"Reginald? Who-Oh! What does he have anything to do with this?!" Lily frowned deeply from where she was pacing, looking one step away from snapping. "He's an adult and a criminal!"

'Maybe I should give Father a call?' Cypress sighed, rubbing his face. But what could he say to his Father? The one person he tried to make sure had as little contact with his daughter as possible? His Father wasn't the best role model and not someone that he wanted influencing his precious little Queen.

"-Bushroot has came out now to talk about a disservice that has been done to his family."

Cypress's head shot up to look at the TV, jaw dropping at the sight of a bunch of reporters standing in front of a podium that his Father was standing on. Hurrying quickly, Cypress turned up the volume on the TV.

"In just a few moments, Abaddon Bushroot will be holding his first public conference in over twenty years! Whatever was done to his family must have been huge for this to happen. And, as this is live, we will make sure to let everyone here and know what is going on as we do."

"....Lily, you better come see this!" Cypress called for his wife, not looking away from the TV. Something inside of him told him that this wasn't a good thing. What could have happened for his Grandfather to come out in public like this? His family was fine, or at least, as fine as he knows. Cypress made sure to not let his Father know that Regina was missing. He hadn't want to involve him unless necessary.

"What is it, Cypress? I'm talking to-" Lily begain, only to freeze at the next words out of the TV.

"I am Abaddon Bushroot, third richest duck in the world, and it is safe to say that I am not happy with some of the on goings that has happened to my only family."

Lily slowly looked to the TV.

Black, dark abyss like eyes stared back as if they could see her through the screen, as if they owner knew that she was watching and wanted to consume her.

"By only family, I mean my Grandchildren. Yes, I do in fact that Grandchildren. Let me start from the beginning to clear up the confusion on all this, on why I am even here talking about this. maybe once I am done, I will feel up to it to answer any questions you might have. But only then."

"What does he mean by that-!" Cypress cried out, missing how Lily dropped the phone in shock.

'....What is going on?' Lily slowly, with shaking legs and hands, picked back up the phone and went to sit down by her husband.

'Why do I feel like this is the start of something I will not like?'

-St. Canard; Mallard Household-

Drake Mallard - a short, white duck with black eyes, dressed in a peach shirt and green sweater vest - sat alone on his couch, focusing fully onto the TV. His daughter was at school, and it was a good thing. He would hate to have to chase her around when he wanted to watch the news.

As Darkwing Duck, he had to know about the on goings in the city, in his city. So, once hearing that Abaddon Bushroot was going to talk out in public in St. Canard, he knew he had to take the time to sit and listen.

It was funny how he never thought about it all. It made him wonder if he was truly fit to be a hero if something like this missed him. Even as something as simple as sharing a last name should have tripped him off, yet he never connected the two. It was a hard thing to do, but in Drake's defense, Abaddon Bushroot was nothing like the Bushroot he had met and fought.

"Let me start with my oldest Grandchild. You may know him as Dr. Reginald Bushroot, the duck who supposedly mutated himself."

Eyes going wide, Drake nearly shot up at this, growing cold at the 'Supposedly'.

'I didn't miss anything did I?' Eyes narrowing into a thoughtful glare, thoughts started to overtake his mind as he thought back to him arresting and taking down Bushroot. 'How could I miss something? It was obvious-'

"It's funny that no one questions what could drive someone to mutate themselves. Or, better yet, they never question if that was what exactly happened. Only taking a third party's information for the truth when every story has more than just one side to it all."

'Okay, maybe not so obvious.' Drake gulped, mind whirring as it tried to come up with something.

"I am sad to say that I am not close to my son, Cypress Bushroot. I tried to stay in contact after he ran off to be married, to the now Lily Bushroot, but he never seemed to want me around his family. Now, I know the truth on why this is." The dark duck on the screen nearly growled out, head coming up to show his dark eyes that had been shadowed under his hate. "I should have tried harder to get to know my Grandchildren, my Grandson and Granddaughter. Cypress, Lily, if you are listening to this, know that I now know why you tried to keep me out of your house, away from the children."

Drake gulped at those eyes. Even if he knew it was silly, it was like those eyes were accusing him. That Abaddon could see him on the other side of the screen, his eyes like the abyss. The hero could hear the pain in the older duck's voice, the darkness in it. Abaddon was not messing around, that much was for sure.

Yet, Drake had a feeling that he would not like what was coming. What was to be said next.

"I have come upon proof that Cypress and Lily Bushroot have been abusing both their children. My Grandchildren." Abaddon Bushroot in all his glory glared, face in a snarl, yet worry and self-anger was plain to see on his face. "Imagine my shock when I found this out, and started to gain proof. Yet, this explains too much to ignore. About why my Grandson, Dr. Reginald Bushroot, had snapped in a moment of insanity. But, this is not all that added into him mutating himself."

With a sinking heart, Drake numbly listened to the third richest duck talking. For once, his thoughts silent as he tried to take all of it in.

"After sending in private investigators and getting some old security video footage, as well as some old paperwork, I have found out that my Grandson has been harassed, abused, and so much more at St. Canard University. From the very three people he had targeted when his one moment of insanity had happened." Abaddon smirked grimly, eyes going shadowed. "Is it any wonder that he would go after the three that made his life hell for all these years, when his main two abusers were not there? The two doctors that were turned into plants had harmed Reginald, and Dean Tightbill did nothing to stop it. I even have reports of others filling for harassment about those two, yet the Dean did nothing as they were making him a profit that he could not ignore."

Here Abaddon opened his arms, as if showing all the proof. "Now, doesn't this paint a different picture with another side? My Gradson, Dr. Reginald Bushroot, is not a insane person. Just one that has been beaten down so low that when it all came to head, he snapped like anyone would. What's even more damning is that he did not even get a court date, a lawyer, or a notice that he would have his day in court with a jury to explain his side of things in court. They just threw him in jail to rot because of a third party's information - information that does not give the whole story. He didn't even get his one free call."

Drake was right. He didn't like what had came next.

He didn't have all the facts, never did. Darkwing is supposed to be a hero that everyone can look up to, that everyone can love and see that he would help them. Sure, while the merchandise and love he gets from the fans are great - really, REALLY great -, he's still a hero that should have known better.

Darkwing should have seen the signs of abuse. Should have asked more questions. Should have seen that there was more going on in the background. As the greatest hero ever, he should have known better.

Darkwing Duck has failed someone. Has failed someone so hard that they have snapped and came close to becoming a criminal if not for their family - the family that is not abusing them - fighting for their rights.

So, when Darkwing Duck has failed, that must mean that Drake Mallard should pick up the slack until Darkwing Duck can make this better if his civilian side can't. Learning, no matter how it leaves a bitter taste, needs to be done and can be learned from failure. No matter how many times he is going to grumble over this, Drake knows that he needs to find out the whole truth about this.

As a hero, he might have been played. While Dr. Bushroot might have committed multiple serious crimes, he might have done it under circumstances that made him eligible for help, help to get him better. Never mind that the Doctor should have never been thrown in jail without his rights read to him and getting said rights.

Justice must be done, must take place. But, how can justice happen when he doesn't know who needs it and deserves it. When did his black and white world become filled with so many colors and shades?

For now, in this life changing day, all Drake can do is watch the new numbly, blankly taking all this new information in. Shock was setting in. Serious thinking, planning, and hunting for the right and true information could come later. Right now, all that matter was what was being said on the TV.

'I pulled out a weed cutter on a abused victim.' Drake numbly thought to himself, feeling sicker and sicker as he thought about it. 'What kind of hero does that make me?'

And to think, this conference is just starting. With more and new information coming out, the more sicker Drake feels - the more he feels that he needs the truth, all sides, and that he has failed....or did he? Who was lying, who was telling the truth? How much of the grains in these stories are truthful, and how many are tainted with lies?

When did the truth become so muddled and gray?

-St. Canard; Apartment In The Central Part Of Town-

"Oh, Reginald." A tall, female white duck quietly sobbed out. Her mid-length curly brown hair swaying as she fiddled with her glasses as she tried to rub the tears away. "What have we done?"

Rhoda Dendron could only cry knowing what she did. Of course she noticed the harassment and abuse going on in the labs, she tried to stop Dr. Gary and Dr. Larson from bullying and picking on Dr. Reginald all the time. Yet, never did she report it or fight for him. Never once did she see just how far the harassment went.

"For the talks of kidnapping, it is not shocking once looking at everything." Abaddon Bushroot went on to say. "What did you think would happen? Let me paint you a picture. There is someone who has been abused, bullied, harassed and spit on for their whole life. They are at their lowest, no one ever showing them a once of romantic love - something that they crave yet only see as impossible for them. Now, here comes someone showing them kindness, sticking up for them. Thus, an attraction is born. Now, this person tries show off their work as a means to prove themselves, and it backfires so badly that they may never be able to live a normal life ever again. They snap, go after their abusers, and still, the person they are attracted to is still being kind to them and standing up for them. Who wouldn't twist what was going on in their minds in this stressful situation? Someone so lonely and kicked down clinging to what they see as a impossibility - someone so kind, loving them even if they are no longer normal?"

"Dr. Reginald kidnapped this woman because he thought it was his only chance at love, not seeing that someone could truly fall in love with him - before the mutation and after the mutation. It was either clinging to something good at that moment, or doing something even more drastic. Because, once his abusers are gone, or at least, mostly gone, what else can he do? A depressed, newly mutated plant duck hybrid, one who thinks that he life is over? With nothing to cling to, he might have just killed himself instead."

Her sobbing grew at this. If only she had seen something sooner, had worked harder or tried harder at making sure that those two doctors were in line. But, in the end, she had failed. She was blind, never seeing the pain Dr. Reginald was in.

And, she made it all worse. Maybe if she tried talking him down, it would have been easier. Or better yet, had filled charges against the University for what they have done to him before this whole mess started. He had - still is most likely - been a sweet duck. One who loved plants so much, had a gentle way about taking care of them. Rhoda had not once seen one mean bone in his body until he mutated himself.

Dr. Reginald Bushroot was someone she always admired. He had helped the entire world with his studies and experiments. Helped saved lives and done so out of the goodness of his heart, using his winnings to conduct more experiments and studies on how to help with the usage of plants and vegetation. Not even winning the highest award he could made him brag, he was always so humbled.

It hurt to know that the humbleness was from abuse. That not even the whole world could see that he had been hurt so much that insanity, even just a moment of it, was so close at hand. Just needing another push.

It must have all boiled until it started spilling over. And she helped make the pot spill over.

Reginald might have truly loved her, or he may have just been clinging to the only kind person he has or was in the area. Rhoda may never know, but what she does know is that this should have never happened. The abuse should have been noticed a long time ago. Even if she was never in love with him or viewed him in a romantic light, it didn't change that she saw him as a friend.

'Are people so selfish, so blind that they ignore the signs right in front of them?' Rhoda asked herself with a sniff, shaking as she tried to hold back the next wave of tears that wanted to come out. 'Am I truly that blind? Or was it because of my job?'

She knew that speaking out would get her fired, it wasn't hard to tell. Dean Tightbill only cared about the profits, about what could make him the most money. And while Reginald's work was some of the best and helped the world the most, it wasn't expensive or made a ton of money. Reginald mostly relied on prize money, his pay check as the university's botanist, donations and loans to fund his work and studies. The University, and more importantly, Tightbill, didn't make a ton of money off of Reginald if any at all. 

Dr. Gary and Dr. Larson on the other hand, loved to butter up Tightbill, and their work would make sure that Tightbill would make more than a little bit of money if their project ever made it into production and the public's good graces.

Did she really want to work under such a person? If this could happen to others, that just means it can and will happen again. Did she truly, without a doubt, want to keep working in such a place? Could she ignore this once more? Did she want to?

'No....' Rhoda slowly shook her head in negative, watery eyes watching the TV. 'No I don't.'

Needless to say, the very next day, she turned in her resignation with no regrets. No longer would she work on St. Canard university.

It'd take a long time before Rhoda was ever able to look herself in the eyes in the mirror. Not when all she can see is Reginald looking back at her with his watery sky blue eyes, ones that screamed for help that would never come until it was too late.

-St. Canard University; Dean's Office-

"St. Canard University should have seen the signs. The Dean, Dean Tightbill, should have stopped the harassment as soon as he saw it. Yet, he didn't. Makes me wonder why. Does he have something to hide? Or was he, himself, apart of the harassment?"

"THAT NO GOOD SON OF A-" A short white duck in a three piece brown suit with a black bow tie exploded, nearly tearing out the rest of his red hair out of his already balding head. "Just who does this duck think he is?! Telling me how to run MY university?!"

It was safe to say that Dean Tightbill was not having a good time or day. And he knew that the future, starting just tomorrow, was going to get worse.

"Is it not questionable that Dean Tightbill wanted to fire Dr. Reginald before his actual firing, when taking in account of him ignoring or actively participating in the harassment? I have reports from others working at the University that state that Dean Tightbill was always complaining about Dr. Reginald. About how his experiments were not 'profitable' enough. There are also cases of him threatening Dr. Reginald with his job at the University multiple times."

It was like the dark duck was mocking him on TV. That damned smirk on the other's beak was enough to make his blood boil beneath his feathers.

"This is not even touching on what Dean Tightbill had hid. If he can ignore or even participate in Dr. Bushroot's harassment, then what else had he ignored or done that he doesn't want others to know about? I'm sure that if the police were to do a thorough sweep of his records, house and bills, that something wrong will show up."

'If they were to find out-!' Tightbill harshly snarled right back at the screen showing the third richest duck in the world - and most likely, one of the most dangerous ducks in the world.

'These Bushroot's are going to ruin me!' Eye twitching, Tightbill could only growl as he watched the news. Knowing that his whole world was going to crumble sooner rather than later. But, Tightbill didn't get where he was today by just giving up.

What Abaddon was saying was just words. Words that could be backed up, but only if they go that far. No, all Tightbill has to do is ruin Abaddon and the rest of those brats before they can fully run his name in the mud. It shouldn't be hard to make that Reginald pay for doing this to him. Easy as pie to make it so that the public wants them dead.

Well, only if he doesn't kill them first.

"Hahah....HAHAHAHAHA! You want to play this game with me?! I'm sure that this will be a profitable time for me at the end!"

-St. Canard; Cat Lane, Apartment 250-

"We have discussed my Grandson's past, his mutation, possible reasons, and actions done against him, now it is time to talk about my other grandchild; My Granddaughter, Regina Bushroot. Abuse does not only happen to one child after all, and abuse comes in many different forms. What shocks me is that the school systems, the teachers that they have had, never once noticed anything wrong. Or, if they had, never once said a thing about it or against it."

A old graying orange cat anthro sat on a plush love-seat, watching the news with weary and watery eyes. Her hair was done up in a bun, and she was wearing a yellow sweater over top a blue dress that stopped at her ankles.

Ms. Katton had been a elementary school teacher for a long time now. She had taught kindergarten for two decades, and has seen many children come into her classroom.

She, in fact, was the kindergarten teacher to both Bushroot children.

"My own Granddaughter called me, telling me she could not take it anymore. Could not take the abuse to her and her elder brother. Could not take the fear and doubts. Could not take staying with the two people who would have hurt her worse if she had been born male instead of female. A young duckling, not even a teen yet, had to watch her own parents break her brother because of something he could not control and try to change her into something she was not. My Granddaughter said that they treated her like clay. Something to mold into what they deem fit. She was to be their perfect little girl, and she feared acting out of line. Lily and Cypress do not see her as their daughter, they see her as something they can mold into whatever they please. There is only so much a little girl can do when her own parents try to emotionally and mentally manipulate her into being a different person."

The old cat could recall when Reginald Bushroot first walked into her classroom.

The young duckling had been with his Mother at the time. Yet, Ms. Katton could remember Mrs. Bushroot's cold eyes as she practically dumped the boy into her classroom, never once looking back as she left him in there, crying. Reginald always seemed to try his best to make his parents proud, but not once did she recall them even smiling at Reginald - who, as he got older, started to flinch away from them.

She then remembered when Regina Bushroot came into her classroom.

The young girl had walked in with her head held high, ignoring her own Mother who looked at her with bright eyes. Ms. Katton thought to how the youngest Bushroot never once looked to her Mother, who had to be practically dragged out of the school. Regina never once said a good thing about her own parents, eyes always too old for her young face just staring blankly when asked about them.

'Abuse comes in all forms. Not all abuse is hitting someone. Sometimes, it is the silent abuse, the abuse that is filled with words rather than violence, that is the most deadly for no one can truly see it until it is too late.' Ms. Katton bit her lip, closing her eyes. 'No child should have to fear going home.'

"She had told me rules that she had to follow, she had told me how she had to wear a mask in her own home in fear that it might set off her own parents. But, there are also a lot of things she didn't say. It is the things she did not say that are the more worrying. Regina had to grow up too early. My own Granddaughter had to step up when the adults that were supposed to be watching after her didn't. I have already contacted Child Services and my lawyers, she will not be staying another night in that house unless a Judge forces it. I will be fighting until death to make sure that doesn't happen."

The old teacher wondered why she never once noticed the abuse. Why she never spoke up when she saw Reginald flinch away from his own parents or when Regina looked so weary, like the young duckling had been through war even if she had only been five years old at the time.

'Excuses.' Ms. Katton realized with a start. For every thing she noticed wrong, her mind excuses up for every single time.

Every time Reginald had flinched, she had told herself it was just him being nervous like usual. Every time he had looked weary and ravenous, she had told herself that it was because he was a little boy, most likely not eating his vegetables - telling herself it was because he loved them too much to eat them. Every time the children were too harsh - it was bullying, no other words for it, Ms. Katton knew this - on him, she had thought to herself that he had to get used to it as he was a little boy, that he just had trouble making friends and that would change with age.

Every time Regina looked blankly at her parents of had trouble with others her age, she told herself that it was because she was so smart, of course she has trouble socializing. Every time Regina acted much too old for her implied age, she just brushed it off as Regina being way ahead of other children mentally naturally. Every time Regina was bullied, she didn't do a thing because she was afraid of Regina. She could recall the time Regina tried to tell her how to do her job, listed a very valid reason for her to do it, yet she didn't because in her mind, here was a child telling her, an adult, what to do.

What can she say though, when that child is not actually a child anymore because of the actions of the ones that were supposed to protect her - herself included.

Ms. Katton failed as a teacher, more than once and most likely more than she knows about. The old cat has failed children. Just how many died because of her failings? Just how many did not make it through the cracks?

Not having a answer scared her just as much as having one would.

'Maybe....' Ms. Katton looks to the screen with tired, sad and watery eyes. 'Maybe it's time to think about retirement.'

-St. Canard, Abaddon Bushroot-

"I will stop at nothing to make sure that my Grandson gets his rights, time at court and to let everyone hear his side of his story. I will stop at nothing to make sure that my Granddaughter has a safe home to go to at the end of the day." Abaddon's dark eyes took in the enraptured reporters and citizens listening to him. "I will now take a few questions. Wait to be called on, do not shout as I will not answer."

A ton of hands shot up at this. Taking all them in, Abaddon eventually pointed to a female, green duck with large bleach blond hair.

"Roxanne Featherly." Roxanne introduced herself shortly before shoving her recorder up as she asked her question. "There are reports of Regina Bushroot going missing. Do you know where she is, if you know about all this other horrifying information?"

Hiding his satisfaction at her words of this all being 'horrifying' information - It shows that they are on his side, if only a little bit. They can see what is wrong, they will fight with him if push comes to shove. Just a little more, with some time and proof, and the city will be fighting with the ones trying to stop Abaddon from getting what he wants. - Abaddon gave nothing away on his face. "Regina called me before she left. I was able to convince her to go as for Sanctuary. I will not say where as of yet, but do be assured that Child Services do know where she is at. In fact, just before this conference started, they have asked someone to act as her temporary guardian until the matters of custody are settled."

"And what of Reginald Bushroot breaking out of prison?"

"He didn't break any laws when he left." Abaddon smirked at the shocked looks he got. "The paperwork was never filed and they never convicted him. They just tossed him in a cell. Because of how his rights were violated and how they never did the right paperwork, Reginald was in his right and within the laws to just walk out of the jail. Next person....you. The one with black hair."

"Bianca Beakley." Abaddon raised a brow at that. Wasn't that bodyguard of Scrooge's called 'Beakley' too? "Are you saying that Darkwing Duck was in the wrong with what he did? Is he not a hero?"

'Ah, a crow looking for it's next meal.' Abaddon mentally snorted at the lady looking for some juicy gossip to make into a 'horrible truth'. "What Darkwing Duck does is admirable, especially in a city like St. Canard. But, he is still just a duck no matter how you look at it. There is no way he could have gotten all the sides to the story. I can not speak for him of course, you'd have to ask him for yourself on what he did and felt."

There. He made sure that everyone knew that he had some positive thoughts on Darkwing, yet still did not call him a hero and made sure to point out that Darkwing is also just a normal duck as well. Then, he shifted the rest of the questions, and what the other was implying, onto Darkwing himself to answer.

Abaddon has been playing this game for far too long for someone to trap him in a game of words.

"And you are doing this just out of the goodness of your heart?" Bianca's eyes gained a sly gleam. But Abaddon knew how to make this work for him. "You haven't been out in so long, and yet now, suddenly you are all for showing yourself...."

"I know about the rumors about me. I know how others think about me and feel about me. I know I haven't gone out into the public for some time until now. But there is one thing above all else that I am." Abaddon lifted his head, eyes dark yet having a fire in them for all to see. "I am a Grandfather. I love all my grandchildren with all that I am. I have failed them once, I will not fail them again. I do not care who gets in my way, I will move them. I haven't gone out in public as I did not have a reason too. Well, this is more than a reason. Ask any good parent or grandparent and they would agree with me."

Before the reporter could go on, Abaddon pointed for the next one to go.

"John Barker." A young dog anthro started nervously. It was easy to see he was new at the job. "W-What are your plans if you do get custody of your granddaughter? If your grandson goes free and is placed under you as well?"

"For my Grandson, it is simply trying to make sure he can have the life he wants. As normal as it can be for him." Abaddon then smirked, as he saw his opening. "For my Granddaughter, no matter what happens, I am naming her my Heiress. Even if I don't win custody, she will be my heiress, for all my wealth, companies, and estates."

There was a pause. The watchers all silent as they processed this.

Then, they exploded.

"Mr. Bushroot, what do you mean by that?!"

"Why are you picking her to be your heiress?!"

"Mr. Bushroot! Mr. Bsuhroot! When will you step down?!"

"What age will she be when she takes over?!"

"Is this the reason why you are fighting for custody so badly?!"

Questions of all types were being screamed out, yet Abaddon didn't answer a single one. He had already stated he wouldn't answer them if they shouted at him - they'll figure it out eventually. But, for now, Abaddon stands back and watches the chaos around him with dark satisfaction.

He has made the first move. Now it was time to see how the other players react and move.

-Duckburg, Scrooge's Mansion, Living Room-

"....Heiress?" Regina muttered aloud with wide eyes.

Reginald gave a nervous chuckle. "I-I guess I should say c-congratulations?"

"I don't know if it is something to congratulate." The duckling turned her attention away from the chaos on TV, and instead looked up at her older brother sitting next to her with wide eyes. "Don't you want to be heir? Besides, there are other people that would be a better fit than me!"

Humming, Reginald smiled gently down at his sister. "Sister, I never wanted to be his heir. I never even thought about being it. Besides, I think he picked you because of how much alike the two of you are yet have enough differences to make it so that you make the companies and work even better than he did."

"I think you are giving me too much credit, Brother." Regina sighed, her mind whirling at the implications that her Grandfather has said. Heiress. Meaning, whatever her Grandfather owns, unless stated otherwise in his will, it will go to her. His jobs, his companies, his estates would be under her control when he dies or passes it on to her. Regina is not conceited enough to even think she knows what is going on in her Grandfather's head, but she knew he was always looking for a heir or heiress just in case.

'Maybe he knew that Cypress and Lily would never allow me to be named heiress, so he didn't say anything. If that's the case, he would have been waiting until I was legal age or looking for someone else to train. But, with how young I am and with the parents mostly out of the way, it gives him time to train me up.' Regina's eyes narrowed in thought. 'And I have a feeling that Grandfather deals in a lot of the darker aspects of life, business included. So, this must seem like the perfect opportunity for him. Never mind with naming me heiress, the Judge might think on that as well when deciding on who gets custody over me. But, that could be a double edge sword.'

Her Grandfather was playing a game on a level that Regina could not even begin to see. This amazes her, yet worries her. But, she is his blood through and through, maybe it was time to start playing her own game if the need comes.

Sighing, Regina pushed the heavy thoughts for later. Now was the time to listen and watch the reactions of the public to try and see where they stand.

"How do you think the ones who brought you in will react to all this?" Regina lightly asked Reginald, not wanting to send the other into a panic attack.

"O-Oh, I d-don't know." Reginald lightly cupped his face, looking lightly worried. "I-I hope th-that Darkwing D-Duck doesn't find me! A-And the police-!"

"I wouldn't worry about the police, not with Grandfather working on it." Regina quickly assured. "Darkwing Duck and his sidekick is mostly stationed in St. Canard too."

"...Sidekick?" The plant-duck hybrid blinked in confusion at this, turning his head to look down at his sister. "I don't remember Darkwing having a sidekick....did that change since I've been m-mutated?"

'Well, that's a difference.' Regina blankly thought to herself before replying. "No...I just thought that he had to have one with all the work he does. One duck can only do so much after all."

It never really hit her just how different everything could be. Not only in Duckburg, but in St. Canard. 'Did...Did Launchpad never meet Darkwing?' Regina hummed to herself in thought. 'Because he was always such a fan from what I recall. But, if he never once met DW, then it stands to show that he doesn't have a sidekick or it is someone different. This world is so different from the ones I remember that I don't think there is a point in relying on what I thought was certain.'

Best to not think about it now, just let life come to her. Less headaches that way. At least one bright side to this, is that Regina knows for sure that what Abaddon is doing and saying is killing a few lives without even needing a weapon. She can only hope that Cypress and Lily are two of those people.

".....How much do you want to be that the parents are having heart attacks?"

"L-Little Sister....that's a sucker's b-b-bet."

-With Lily And Cypress In Their Home, St. Canard-

"WHO DOES THAT NO GOOD BAST-" Lily exploded out, eyes on fire.

Cypress was blankly staring at the screen, eyes wide and mouth wide open.

Lily dove to the phone, screaming at the other person on the line.

"Who do you think you are to take my daughter from me?! No, I don't want to hear it! And to give her custody, even temperately, to someone else?! I'll take you all to court, you little shi-!"

'Why.....why would you do this?!' Cypress mentally screamed and howled at his Grandfather's image on the TV in front of him. 'Was everything else not enough?! Lily was right about you, you're nothing but trouble! You poisoned my little girl's mind against her own parents! Father-No, you already said I wasn't your son. Abaddon, then, why would you do this?! Tearing apart this family for your own selfish gain!?'

Not once did the two think about their other child while they broke and screamed.

-Duckburg, Scrooge's Mansion, Scrooge's Office-

"Yes, I will accept." Scrooge said on the phone, signing tiredly the last piece of paperwork that would make him temporary guardian of Regina, and stating that he was offering the two protection until he called it off. This way, they didn't have to stay cooped up in his mansion.

While he listened to the woman on the phone, his eyes were on the screen of the office TV in the corner of the room.

Abaddon stood there in the screen, looking as cool as a cucumber and like he didn't just ruin some lives, turned some heads, and broke more than on set of rose colored glasses.

'That dangerous, old, daffy duck.' Scrooge could help but chuckle fondly at it though. 'Who would have thought you would be such a family duck? You seem so cold and untouchable that I bet that no one even knew you had a family after your son ran and your wife passed on. It's a good look on you, being one.'

Scrooge turned his attention back to the still talking woman on the other line and paperwork, face much more softer than what it had been.

-End Chapter-

In the Ducktales reboot, Darkwing is a TV show - an old one at that. Launchpad idolizes and grew up with the show, making him into who he is today - someone who plays it dangerous and listens to his gut. Before, I was going to have Launchpad be DW's sidekick still with him having a day job of being Scrooge's driver/pilot, yet, after watching the new episode, I changed my mind.

Here, DW is a hero, a real one. Yet, he is more famous than how he was in his original cartoon, with him having his own merchandise and such. I think that in a crime ridden city like St. Canard, they would popularize DW for doing more than what the cops are doing. So, here, he is still conceded and a bit of a narcissist, but he has the popularity to back it up. Makes it worse in some ways now that I am thinking about it. He has the popularity to back him up, making it worse when he failed and his overall narcissism.

And here, Launchpad has yet to meet Drake or DW because of Launchpad getting a job as Scrooge's driver and pilot. With the job, he never lived in his plane in St. Canard, and is more stationed in Duckburg than St. Canard, because he always has to be near in case Scrooge calls him in for a job.

Regina, of course, has no idea of this. She knows DW is more popular, and has seen his merchandise, but she thinks that Launchpad is DW's sidekick still. It's only when Reginald says he has never met Launchpad does she truly start to think on it all - her thoughts landing on the big bird anthro never meeting his hero. 

But, it is almost a butterfly effect, just not with Regina's direct or indirect influence. It's more along the lines of how Launchpad made a different choice, getting a different job maybe, that lead him to never officially meeting DW and getting the job as sidekick and/or living with him. DW instead has a different sidekick that is going to be revealed later on.

This just shows how different this whole life is to Regina, and shows her that even information she has gotten from her last life, might not mean much or is wrong.

Now, while Reginald did was wrong, if you read the later comics, the kinda newer ones, he didn't actually kill Dr. Gary and Dr. Larson. He turned them into plants, not killed them. Plants are living and alive, even if they are not up to human levels. It is found out in the comics that Dean Tightbill decided to use them in a villainous plan to make a ton of money for himself. So, while Reginald did hurt them viciously and most likely mentally killed them, he didn't physically kill them. So, murder and man/duck-slaughter charges are off the table. Not that the public knows this. Yet, the police never notice that the two bodies are gone until someone points it out - which was never done in the comics, yet will happen in this story later on.

And if people were to find out about Tightbill keeping the two doctors, it could spell trouble for him.

Tightbill is going to be a enemy for the Bushroot's here, or at least, Abaddon, Regina and Reginald. As they are trying to run his name through the mud and ruin whatever success he has had in the past years while Reginald was working under him in the University. He has also done some very shady things in the past that he doesn't want others to know about, let alone the shady things he is doing in the present.

Rhoda is feeling guilt over not doing more to help Reginald, thinking that because she did not do more to help before the crap hit the fan, that it is her fault. It's not fully her fault, it's a little bit of everyone's fault, even Reginald's. It's a mess that has spiraled way out of control. Even Reginald's past schools and the teachers are at fault for not noticing the abuse as they are trained to see such things. But I digress. She could have gone through the proper channels after seeing that Reginald was getting harassed, but then again, Tightbill might pay them off or made it look like she is lying. It's a grey area that is hard to navigate.

But, because of this guilt, as well as common sense to not want to work under such a person, she quits her job at the University. With such heavy guilt, when she looks at herself all she can see is Reginald asking for help. It's not healthy, but after being kidnapped by him and finding out why he did such things, it messed with her and not in a good way. There is a lot going on in her head, and it'll take a long time before she gets better and feels better.

Unless, of course, she talks to Reginald - which could make things worse or better for the both of them. I don't know if I will do this, but I will say this now; I am not pairing up Rhoda and Reginald, even if they do somehow meet up and talk to one another once more.

Also, Abaddon is saying truths, half-truths, and even exaggerating some points - while other facts are all truth and bluntly stated, with it all being impossible to tell which is which, but all of it can be backed up by something. He is trying to get the public on his side, all the while having proof to his claims so that nothing comes back to bite him in the butt. The sad - good thing for him - is that he barely has to exaggerate with the abuse and such. But, he is pointing fingers and is willing to tear others down as a means to get what he wants, and is doing so in his speech. Abaddon is not a nice duck, but he is a family man, so he is more than willing to destroy lives to get what he wants and make sure his family is safe.