Sure, Darkwing was used to raising one kid (and it was often a pain), but he couldn't imagine watching over a group of children that weren't his. He would probably end up ripping his feathers out. A lot of young girls did that sort of work for a little extra cash, though, right? Not so strange.

Anyway, she was asking for it, saying something like that. Darkwing wasn't the sort to give up the opportunity to show off, either, so it wasn't hard to get him to talk.

"Crime fighting," he stated with a crooked smile, reaching forward for another bite of food and hoping that what he said seemed dramatic and exciting to the girl.