Jim tried to keep an open mind. He tried. He really did, until the trailer had concluded. He gaped, horrified. There was silence in the room until one of the ducklings began to applaud then so did the little boy in a blue suit as did Scrooge McDuck. They were happy but he wasn't quite happy, staring, stricken. The fainter applauded as well.

"That's a really interesting twist." The fainter said.

Jim gaped, in horror.

"B-b-b-but that's not me!" Jim exclaimed, pointing at the screen, hysterical.

"We did cast someone else," was the director's reply. "so of course it isn't you."

"That isn't what I meant." Jim got up from his seat then approached the poster, sighing, then turned toward the director. "That isn't Darkwing Duck," he approached the director. "That's some other duck!"

"It's an origin story for a antihero." was the director's amendment.

"Antihero?" Jim repeated, his brows hunched together. "ANTIHERO? Do you know what you're adapting? Do you know the IP? Have you watched any episodes?"

"I have and I hated it." then he added as the fainter's neck almost snapped turning his head toward him. "He is a vigilante."

"B-b-b-but this specific vigilante is a good guy." was the note by the broad duck. "That's what made him so entertaining, fighting bad guys, all alone, not doing crime with them, sometimes he worked with them to solve a problem that they made."

"Who's the good guy?" was the duck with the blue suit's question.

"There is no good guy." was the reply. "It's a study of personal demons waging against the good, making mistakes, learning, to be the good guy."

"But you need someone to be his foil!" the young duckling insisted leaping on to the table, clenching his hands, angry, glaring at the director. "How is it any entertaining when there isn't someone fighting for what's right?"

"Dewey is right, there's no fun in being evil if there isn't a good guy set in his morals between right and wrong." Scrooge replied as the boy set his hands on his hips and smiled. "We've dealt our fare share with those kind of lads."

"It's called character development." was the reply by the director turning away from the group and faced the doorway. "Welcome in the star of the show."

A young duck in a yellow buttoned up shirt, black sunglasses, with a red baseball cap entered the room with a broad grin as he withdrew his hat and sunglasses with dark blue eyes that glinted.

"H. . . huh?" His brows raised.

"You!" The fainter exclaimed, standing up, stunned.

"Mr Starling!" Jim squinted back at him. "We met at the signing. You fell on me, not the lowest thing that happened to me, but do you have any words of wisdom for playing the villain?"

Jim gaped, his eyes widening, then his teeth clenched, glaring, trembling, then lunged.

"Why you piece of shit!" Jim yelled.

Jim tackled him out of the room much to the surprise of everyone then began to punch him repeatedly at the face.

"Security!" Alistair called.

Jim was yanked off the actor by a tall bird then dragged down the corridor with a struggle, kicking and shouting, exiting the building. Jim was thrown out the front gate, crashing on to his face, dislocating his left arm, dislocating his entire bill, scowling. It felt like he was going insane, it was confusing, it was the most upsetting moment of his entire life. And it didn't make sense that it were happening to this iconic character that he loved so dearly.

Darkwing Duck had found his way by means that were dangerous, coming forth when Megavolt and Quackerjack showed up, much to his personal thoughts, insanity and experiments went wrong when it came to scientists and minds that were warped by events that drew them over the edge. All it took was one really bad day to make a supervillain.

He scowled, sulking there, until a large shadow loomed over him then lifted him up to his feet.

"Woah there, are you okay, little fella?"

Jim dusted himself off.

"Just peachy."

He rightened his arm, slid his beak down, then stormed off.

"OH, you're Jim Starling!" Then he heard a thud.

He turned around, observed him, he looked, surprisingly different. He didn't wear the familiar black vest and didn't have the short sleeved blue shirt, nor the spiky wrist bands, in fact, he wore a brown aviation jacket and a hat.

"Twins." Jim turned around then folded his arms as he walked off. "Hmmph, makes sense why I have seen two fainters recently."

"Wait a minute, you're at McDuck studios!" the broad duck pointed at him then chased after Jim. "They're actually making a Darkwing Duck reboot?"

Jim's head was lowered, scowling, heading for the nearest bus stop.

"Not sure whether or not to call it a Darkwing Duck reboot." was his admission.

"What's wrong with the movie?" was the broad's reply.

Jim rubbed his shoulder as he turned around facing the towering giant.

"Have you seen the Zorro film, the really good one, the masterpiece, the one where those two, Elena and Alejandro, fall in love during a sword fight, right then and there."

"OH, that was entertaining!"

"Okay, now remember that scene where he lit fire in the form of Z?"

"Yeah!"

"Now imagine everyone is running away from him and the only barest hint of Darkwing Duck is a comment about how dangerous it is to flap in the night and he's referred to as the Darkwing."

The giant stared at him with his large beak fallen, utterly stunned, shocked.

"That---but---he isn't a villain."

He looked up toward the giant.

"It's the new generation's Darkwing Duck, hell," he shrugged. "maybe they'll get it right in a couple decades, or in a Lego Darkwing Duck movie." he turned his back to the giant then walked on. "And I can return to voice him, maybe not."

Jim looked aside as he headed toward the sidewalk.

"They'll be parodying the new Darkwing Duck. Not the old. At this point, they won't make a Darkwing Duck movie with the old cast." he shook his head looking down. "I doubt they'll make a animated movie featuring Darkwing Duck after everyone is mostly familiar to the dark and edgy kid."

"There has to be a way of showing them how great the old--"

"The original." Jim cut him off.

"The original Darkwing is." Launchpad amended.

"Listen, fainter." he sat down on the bus bench.

"Launchpad McQuack," was his reply. "I'm Launcher McQuack's clone."

"Okay, Launchpad---A, ho hey, a, a clone." his head bobbed up. "A CLONE?" he squinted at Launchpad as he lowered his brows. "A clone?"

"We're two totally different people." Was Launchpad's reply.

"How did you ---"

"Launcher."

"--- Launcher come around to getting cloned?" he lifted a brow as he tilted his head. "That's the stuff of science fiction!"

"Mad scientists aren't exactly exclusively pinned down to the pages or screens of fiction." Launchpad shook his hands as he chuckled. "Totally worth getting abducted and cloned!" he held his palms open as he stretched his arms out as he smiled. "Got to have a thing with Launcher!" he laughed as he finger gunned back at the shorter duck then briefly laughed. "I can hook you up with her, she is excellent, ready to give opportunities--"

"Launchpad." Jim laughed, in mirth, his shoulders shaking with laughter. "I'm vain but not that vain."

"Offer is always on the table!" Launchpad said.

"Darkwing Duck is a masked clown with a cape to Hollywood." he looked toward the studio then back. "Going back there is a long humiliation conga just waiting to happen and my ego can't take that."

Launchpad looked aside then became defiant as he shifted his attention upon Jim.

"Then I'll do it myself. Fans have more power these days. Cancelled the sequel to the Mummy 2017 with bad word of mouth."

Jim lifted his brows. He remembered the god awful trailer. Screaming. The jump scare. It was appalling enough to avoid and rewatch the original.

"It was an abomination for a sequel." he clenched the side of his head as he recalled it, feigning horror, while shuddering.

"It's a reboot, not a sequel."

Launchpad grimaced as he sat down alongside Jim then sighed.

". . . Jim, they had the book of amun-ra in it as a easter egg." Horror slipped onto Jim's features. "Got a refund after the movie was over." Launchpad's mood perked up with a smile. "There's better movies to watch, like the original trilogy, the prequel with the scorpion king, the first movie, and the second movie."

"Those are two different franchises." Jim shook his finger from side to side. "the scorpion king has five movies," he folded his arms. "and it'll have to take the original actor who loves The Scorpion King to turn things around."

"You've seen ALL FIVE?" Launchpad exclaimed, stunned.

"I keep giving them a chance and getting subsequently disappointed." he shook his head then looked up toward Launchpad. "You can cancel it in a year when it's out in theaters."

Launchpad looked upon him in pity then got up and walked away.