[it had been a relatively quiet patrol night, once he'd scared Bushroot off of a garden supply store heist. Darkwing was taking the Ratcatcher on its usual route around the town, in concentric circles out toward the suburbs, when he spotted a lanky figure in dark clothes trudging down the sidewalk in an otherwise serene part of town. dyed hair? dark clothes? hmmmm. he pulled the 'cycle up to the curb and idled the engine]
Isn't it a little late for someone your age to be running errands?
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Isn't it a little late for someone your age to be running errands?