#duckales

should actually totally read this fic @mountain-deweys made for me for secret santa this year BCUZ it WAS VERY GOOD n AMAZING and EVERYBODY should read it okay 😳

(This one was tough to write, I’m gonna be honest! I’m not familiar enough with D’Jinn to write him properly, so apologies if this fic is a little awkward! It’s also pretty long compared to my other two so far- idk if that’s good or bad lol)

14. “Please don’t tell me you filmed that.” “Of course I filmed it.” Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera and D’Jinn

He really hadn’t meant to bother with patrol tonight. After all, Mister McDuck had said he could work whatever hours he was comfortable with. But something in his gut told him that he needed to go out, and M’Ma always trusted her gut, so he should, too.

Right?

It took a few hours of just wandering Duckburg, taking selfies with teenagers as he brought them home from a long night out, or the occasional fight that broke out in front of the shabby downtown bars before anything interesting happened…and, boy, was it interesting.

The suit immediately alerted him to a police call in progress in the lower districts of a “suspicious man” wandering the storefronts. Fenton alerted police that he was en route, worried about Beagle Boys or even an armed robber. But when he landed on West Thrasher Lane, what he saw was far more from the “suspicious” man that had been reported. A jackal dressed in robes was wrestling with the guy Fenton must have heard about over the comm- dressed in all black, a hat and mask covering most of his face. He noticed a broken store window, with a few bags of valuables and merchandise sitting beside it.

“You will not be plundering from this establishment today, thief!” The jackal shouted, doing his best to try and immobilize the perp.

Fenton snapped out of his observation and into action, holding his hand out towards the two, “Step aside, civilian, while I deal with this crook!” Two separate pairs of eyes fell on him, one wide with recognition and fear, and the other narrowed in suspicion.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” The man growled, before grunting as the criminal kicked him in the stomach and scrambled up to stand.

In Fenton’s defense, he panicked. He shot the web towards the two, determined not to lose his perp, and caught the jackal in the net as a mistake, and then it all went downhill from there.

The criminal and vigilante both yelled out in alarm, and Fenton raced forwards to help- only to get a knife nearly impaled in him as the man broke the net and knocked him off balance, teeth bared in defense.

“An accomplice! It seems I underestimated this town’s criminals…” He pressed the knife just below his bill, in the one spot that did not fully cover his neck, “Speak your purpose, metal man!”

“Uh…Uh- Gizmoduck!” Fenton blurted out, trying his best to keep still, “Gizmoduck! I work with the police!”

“A clever ruse, Gizmoduck. Attempting to seem like a hero in order to infiltrate your law enforcement and better steal from the good citizens of this town.” The jackal pressed the knife closer, eyes glinting in annoyance, “ I am Faris D’jinn, and I- HEY!”

The criminal looked up from where he was gathering his bags and booked it down a side alley. D’jinn sprang into action, holstering his knife and running after the man. Fenton let out a sigh of relief, before getting up to follow after him.

Out of the corner of his mask, he spotted a group of teenagers waiting by the bushes, each one with their phone in hand. His stomach dropped, and he called out as he raced by them, “Please tell me you didn’t film that!”