Traffic. Why had it been traffic? He really needed to get the Ratcatcher up and running if he was going to be of ANY use whatsoever here. Drake had taken the public transportation system as close as he dared, then changed into his costume in a convenient phone booth (thank you hipsters) and headed for the school.

Oops. Policemen. ... Well, maybe they were a little more receptive to heroes here in Venture City than they'd been in St. Canard. And less critical of his hat, to boot. He strode up confidently.

"You can relax, now, officers. Darkwing Duck is on the case."