AN; Well, this is basically just an addition to the finished story, just because I felt like it, it's an epilogue and basically just fluff. hope you can forgive me.


Laughter and chatting was to be heard in the small Mallard home.

"Then what did you do?" Morgana asked intruiqed.

"A virtue of a hero sometimes have to be patience." Drake told from his position standing up on top of the table, way too busy acting out his heroics rather than just tell. "So I just waited... for hours, not saying a sound until at last!" he triumphantly clasped his hands together. "They all walked into my trap! And I took them, literately with their fingers in the honey jaws!" he exclaimed. "Another deed accomplished by Darkwing duck!" he proudly stated to Morgana's enthuastic clapping and pearl laughter.

"Dad?" an extremely bed ridden Gosalyn had found her way to the living room, her hair messy and the rest of her wearing a purple pyjamas. "What's the commotion?" she yawned rubbing her eyes. "I could hear you all the way up in the bedroom, shouldn't you be out working or something?" obviously Gosalyn was to tired to even notice that Morgana was there to.

Drake exchanged looks with Morgana and then smiled at Gosalyn. "I think we had a change of dynamics in our group." he told. "Come here Gos." he reached out a hand for her, which she slowly and uneligantly walked over to with big clumpsy steps before accepting the out reached hand to let Drake pull her up all the way on his lap. "I'm not sure what to call this.." he murmered as he held Gosalyn close to him, her sitting in his lap facing out and him holding his arms around her making sure she wouldn't suddenly drop off. "Are we.. erh?" he asked Morgana. "I mean I would like to think so."

"Depending on where you take it, yeas I would hope we can call this dating." Morgana assured.

Gosalyns eyes snapped wide-open as if it was first not she realized who Drake had been talking to, and she gaped stunned at Morgana. "You?" she asked. "And?" she turned her head to look at her dad. "But what about.. erh." she looked at Morgana. "The caped crusader." she at last whispered lowly.

"Hm Maskad Mallard how befitting." Morgana drummed looking at Drake.

"what?" Gosalyn asked. "Him?" she pointed at her father. "Nah, nah! he is so ordinary.. I mean, ever imagine him leaping from building to building?" she asked.

"Gos." Drake chuckled as he squeezed her shoulder. "It's all right she knows." he told.

"Knows that you're a brave family man or.." Gosalyn hesistated.

"I guess sort of both." Drake retrieved the purple mask from his pocket."Gos, it's fine, she knows." he laid the mask on the table for everyone to see.

"Wow." Gosalyn uttered. "How did that happen?" she asked.

"I told her." Drake honestly answered. "Imagine how complicated it would be if I didn't just tell now and would have to in about half a year." and he whispered down in Gosalyn's ear so Morgana didn't have the tiniest chance of hearing. "especially considering she is able to shoot lighting out of her fingers." he shuddered lightly.

"It's not like you to live life safe anyhow." Gosalyn shrugged.

"So Gos, remember what we talked about." Drake asked. "I guess I am dating her now, your fine with that?" he asked.

"Are you kidding me?" Gosalyn asked. "When you said dating I just assumed it would be some dumb news reporter tramp! but Morgana is so cool! what are you even still doing here?" she asked. "Go out, do stuff! what-ever you people do to stick together for more than one day!"

"Oh we will." Drake assured. "I am planning as you speak." he promised.

"By the way." Morgana curiously looked at Gosalyn. "What is your story? how did you end up being adopted by Dark?"

"Ah, that's a good one!" Drake lighted up. "A story of courage, selflessness, new beginnings and heroic acts."

Morgana looked questionable at Gosalyn, clearly expecting her to come with the truer version.

"Actually it is." Gosalyn mussed. "Dad saved me from this mop and held me protected in his lair.. it all ended in a big explosion, and I thought he had died.. honestly it was this huge!" she spread out her arms. "I thought for sure Darkwing was a goner, but then suddenly Drake just showed up at the orphanage.. and well, rest is history I supposed."

"That wasn't a very exciting way to tell about it." Drake lifted an eyebrow. "Come on Gos, your way better than that."

"I'm too tired." Gosalyn yawned in defense.

"Then it's off to bed." Drake told. "I should be out working any-way come on young lady." he lifted her down on the floor and then stood up himself. "I don't suppose we have to start all over."

"Of cause not." Gosalyn yawned. "I did brush my teethes you know."

"I have to make sure she does that every night." Drake sarcastically told Morgana.

"I can't imagine why." Morgana chuckled.

"Come on kiddo." Drake picked up Gosalyn who was all ready as good as a sleep again. "I'll be right down." he told Morgana. "Stay right there." and he silently walked up the stairs leaving Morgana to marvel at what a wonderful man she had, she had been in love with Darkwing Duck for a long time, but never had she imagined this other side of the same person, but she found she liked this side a lot, it made her smile, especially as Drake came down again and she tried to imagine him in the cape carrying around Gosalyn in the same way, the picture came surprisingly easy to mind.

Morgana chuckled. "I can honestly say I could never imagine this side of you."

"Hopefully it isn't bad." Drake muttered picking up the mask on the table. "I mean.. you need to understand, Gos is my life, I can't give this up, even for you."

"That's wonderful." Morgana assured. "I understand.. and, it's good. It's really good."

"Oh thank goodness." Drake sighed relived. "Are you ready for a midnight stroll?" he then asked tying the mask up so it was good in place. "I got something to show you."

"Surprise me." Morgana fluttered with her eyelashes. "You seem to have a knack for that, and not many have been able to surprise me just a little."

"Oh I think this should count as something." Drake assured. "If the lady would allow me." he offered her and arm.

"Dark." Morgana blushed.

"And now sit here." Drake guided her to the green arm chair usually occupied by launchpad.

"Okay." Curiously Morgana sit down.

Drake jumped up in his own chair. "Hold on tight." he instructed to Morganas questioning eyes. "And go!" he hammered his fist down on the mousy statue, and for a moment they went on the usual wild quick rollercoaster ride before it stopped as abruptly as it had started and he jumped of the other arm chair in the new location, now fully dressed as the mighty Darkwing Duck. "Your okay?" he asked Morgana.

"I've been better." Morgana was clearly in a dizzy spell as she took herself to the head.

"Ah your tough, you'll get through." he offered a hand pulling her up from the arm chair. "Beside, you have to see this." he gestured out.

Morgana's eyes were wide, the room was absolutely huge computers and lab tools everywhere, many rare objects, the house she had come from wasn't something she would have immediately connected to the masked mallard, but this around her was clearly an extension of Darkwing Duck himself, in the same way her haunted house were an extension of her.

"Impressed?" Darkwing asked.

Morgana could only nod as she tried to take it all in.

"And you haven't even seen the best part yet!" Darkwing exclaimed "come over here" he guided her to a very specific square spot. "Stand still." and as he held her hands with his left, he used his right hand to hit a button on the wall, so it very quickly became apparent that the square they were standing on was really an elevator, which was going up, and before Morgana had a chance to take it all in, she was out in the open far above the city of saint canard which were lithe up by the street lamps reflecting in the river far beneath her, the moon shining full and proudly above her lighting up the entire city in it's cold moon rays.

"Dark." she whispered. "It's beautiful."

"Welcome to my world Morgana." Darkwing presented gesturing out at the view, his cape blaffing in the wind and he himself making a good figure standing there looking out, really looking as if this was his true habbitat. "Ah, this is more like it."

Morgana sort of had to agree, it was like witnessing him his own environment, though she supposed all there was to it was the two sides of the exact same coin.

"Lets get comfortable." he seemingly out of no-where swooped a blanket and spread it before pulling a communicator. "Launchpad wake up down there." he exclaimed.

"Wha, urh DW!" a voice sounded in response. "Time for patrol?"

"Not quite." Darkwing responded. "I am up on the bridge roof, and I got stunningly beautiful company, could you send up the good wine for the occasion, and I mean to good one, the one we got from the duke we saved last year."

"That must be some company." was the response. "Sending right up."

"Dark you spoil me!" Morgana exclaimed.

"I think the occasion calls for it." Darkwing guided her down on the blanket and sat beside her. "Beside I owe you." he reached for the items being send up, the two wine glasses and the bottle. "I even think it calls for some sort of toast." he handed her a glass. "But for what?" he asked.

"Oh I believe I can think of a couple of things." Morgana blinked.

"Such as?" Darkwing grinned sheepishly.

"DW!" a voice suddenly sounded from the communicator.

"What!" Darkwing exclaimed. "Really bad timing Launchpad!"

"Sorry, but there's a riot in the city! some one is ravaging the computer lab.. destroying it, a games lap." there was silent. "A laughing Duck dressed as a Jester." Launchpad finished.

"Quackerjack!" Darkwing exclaimed. "That fiend! He won't get away with it!" he raced for the elevator before he stopped. "I guess this is the only sort of life I can offer." Darkwing smiled a little apologetic.

Morgana looked dissapointed but then at last nodded. "That's what I fell in love with." she sighed defeated.

Darkwing looked defeated at her, clearly not wanting to leave her like this, that was when he lighted up and snapped his fingers. "Come with me!" he suggested.

"What?" Morgana looked up at him.

"Me and you, the hero partners of saint Canard, we can take on Quackerjack, it will be a stroll in a park for two mighty heroes like us!" he exclaimed.

"I like that." Morgana genuinly seemed excited it.

"Launchpad." Darkwing grinned as he called down in the communicator. "Take the night off."

"But what about Quackerjack?" Launchpad asked.

"I think I have all the help I need for tonight." Darkwing told looking up at Morgana. "And afterwards I think we can handle ourselves, go keep an eye on Gosalyn for the rest of the night, my mind is entirely reserved for another lady tonight."

"Dark!" Morgana blushed furiously. "Stop it."

"Yep, entirely reserved, she must be a witch, because I just can't get my thoughts upon anything else."

"Come on stop." Morgana begged all though couldn't even hide her smile probably.

"Erh.. okay.." Launchpad hesistated. "I just go back to the house then... keep an eye on Gosalyn, I didn't know it was one of does nights she would want to tag along."

"Oh that's not the problem, I am pretty sure that's not a problem right now, see yah in the morning." he finished.

"Kay. over and out."

And Darkwing finally stuffed it away.

"HAHAHA!" Quackerjack as he jumped around, litterately trashing the place. "No more stupid computers, ruining the meaning of play time! take that! and that!" he hammered his big yellow harmer at the work shop. "No more I tell you, no more!"

"I am the terror that flaps in the night!" a very well known voice roamed the building. "I am the heart breaker of saint canard, as there is one lady I got my eyes on now, I am Darkwiiiiiiing duck!"

And the dreaded purple dressed mallard appeared in a cloud of his trademark blue smoke.

"As if I hadn't figured you would come!" Quackerjack yelled. "Soldiers! Charge him!"

Darkwing jumped to the side, avoiding all the small bullets. "Hah, you won't get me that easily."

"Dolly Dolores! Get him!" Quackerjack threw a blond curled dolly with a kissy mouth after him.

"Sorry." Darkwing easily dodged it, so it landed way behind him where it exploided. "I all ready have a date tonight, and believe me, you don't want to make her jalouse."

"Oh yeah, who?" Quackerjack asked with squinted eyes. "Knowing you it can only be some old wrinkled lonely desperate tramp."

"Oh god." Darkwing had a hard time from keeping himself from laughing. "I so hoped you would say something like that!"

"Why?" Quackerjack asked, as he suddenly was poked on the shoulder, surprised Quackerjack turned around to be faced with the tall dark green eyed witch.

"Hallo." Morgana greeted. "So I am an old wrinkled lonely desperate tramp?" she asked.

You could litterately see how Quackerjacks courage escaped him. "What? who said that?" he looked around. "Differently not me!"

"Oh I am pretty sure I heard it coming out of your mouth." Morgana answered.

"Really?" Quackerjack asked. "Njah, I can't believe that!"

But he didn't get to speak more as Morgana simply punched him, sending him flying through the air.

"Wha!" Quackerjack cried from his sitting position right in front of Darkwing. "No fair! nor fair at all, your two against one!"

"Oh grow up all ready Quackerjack." Darkwing demanded.

"Or wait a minute, I'll gues tecnically we are a couple of hundreds against two." Quackerjack mussed. "SOLDIERS! CHARGE!" he demanded them to point at Darkwing.

"Whopsie." Darkwing managed to say.. but only to witness how in a puff of magic, every singe toy soldier turned into daysis.

Quackerjack starred absolutely gobsmacked at what had happened, and then his eyes wandered to Morgana who's finger was sparking. "Oh she's litterately a witch, well I suppose Darkwings date couldn't be any less."

"Quackerjack Quackerjack Quackerjack." Darkwing shook his head. "Your just making your own situation even worse."

"Naha! I can handle the both of you!" Quackerjack exclaimed, before silencing. "How exactly am I making this any worse?"

Darkwing bowed down. "You're making her angry." he whispered. "And that's not a good place to be, come on do me a favor, call her a witch again and make it sound like it's a bad thing."

"Well she is a witch isn't she?" Quackerjack asked rather loudly. "Aren't witches supposed to be really old."

"Thank you." Darkwing smiled all over his face. "I promise, I'll visit your grave regularly."

"What?" and suddenly Quackerjack discovered the very angry advancing witch. "WHAT!" and he jumped up on his feeds. "GAAAH! RETRIEVE!"

"Let's go get him Morg!" Darkwing exclaimed.

"Love to Dark Darling." Morgana replied and they ran side by side.

Quackerjack was panicking and running as fast as he could. "I-want-to-live-I-want-to-live-I-want-to-live-I want-to-live!" so busy was he that he didn't discover Darkwing in front of him putting out a leg, convinently for Quackerjack to fall over and land directly on his stomach. "So." Darkwing asked nonchalant while looking at his nails. "Anything more you want to say about my date?" Darkwing asked. "Gotta warn you though, I'm not stupid enough to try and hold her back, or god help me, tell her what she can or can't do." he glanced at the floating Morgana. "So what do you want to say about her?"

"She's-very-magnificen- and-beautiful-and-I-am-lucky-to-even-be-beaten-by-her!" Quackerjack rambled. "In fact I am unworthy of her presence."

"I agree." Darkwing nodded. "I just need to ask, does she?" he hinted at Morgana. he turned to her. "What do you want to do with the clown?" he asked.

Morgana smiled lightly and snapped her fingers so rope appeared out of nowhere wrapping around the jester, a big bow appearing on the top and a gift card spelling out. "With Love, From Darkwing duck and Morgana Macawber."

"Morgana." Darkwing sighed grinning all over. "I know this is our first real date which probably make this highly impropriate, but I love you!"

Morgana smiled back. "Even my bad temper?" she asked a little flustered.

"Especially your bad temper!" Darkwing returned.

Morgana litterately squiled in delight as she was by Darkwing side, kissing him on the beak.

"YAHOO!" Darkwing jumped up and down as if the kiss had given him an extra charge. "Morgi Whorgi! you are just one hell of a woman!"

"Honey whompus." Morgana returned a hand running down Darkwings neck almost making him pour. "Your adorable."

"Urgh." Quackerjack groaned. "I changed my mind! I want to die!"

The two lovers did not hear him at all, to busy kissing and cuddle and call each other nick names, making Quackerjack beg for release, any kind of release.

"Come on Morg!" Darkwing pulled her with him. "Let's get out under the moonlight, let us make this one hell of a night to remember."

"Oh Dark, I think it goes without saying I could never forget this night." she held both his hands as they wanderer out on the roof, from where there was a good view over the entire city.

"I love rooftops." Darkwing murmured. "I like it best to be flying high in the air, and in the middle of the night, why anyone prefers day time is beyond me."

"I hear you." Morgana looked out taking the entire city in, not letting go of Darkwings hands. "Though half of my family can't even take sunlight without almost dying."

"Yeah I can see how that would set a damper on the fondness for sunlight." Darkwing murmured. "Honestly it's not that bad."

"Njah it's fine." Morgana shrugged. "Not nearly as magical as night time though." she sighed.

"Absolutely, gosh I'm in love with you, I know I've already said it ones, but I'm just in love." Darkwing stated.

"You can say that all night and it wouldn't be tiring." Morgana promised. "It's good to know that no matter what happens we'll have that, we are here, because we are in love, I think it's the best reason there is."

"Yeah." Darkwing smiled. "As a very wise little girl ones told me, when you'r full of spirit, everyone else tense to seem empty, so when you finally find those others, which consist of nothing but spirit, keep them close, treasure them, they are rare and invaluable, your beautiful, more importantly, you got spirit." and they both looked over the city and at the full moon.