A/N

Helloooo DarkWing Duck fandom! I know it's been like virtually a year since we last updated. I apologise deeply for that. But writers block, combined with other fixations, mental and physical health, had really stopped me from writing anything DarkWing Duck related. I updated last on March 24, 2021. Hooooo boy! Yep, definitely time for an update.

My writing has significantly improved, but I do not want to re-write the rest of the story, I wanna keep it the way it is, simply because it was my 1st chapter story and I want to show the improvements I've made for the majority of you but still follow the story, here's a recap of what happened last time so you don't have to go back and reread.

Gosalyn is at the hospital with her soon to be sister Willow, she is starting to have doubts that Willow won't make it. Gosalyn is keeping positive, or at least trying to.

Can her positivity remain?

Enjoy The chapter!

Willow was sitting in a prison cell, in her wheelchair with her hospital gown on. She stared out into the empty void, tears of sadness and anger rolling down her cheeks. "Please please let me out!" She cried, begging anyone to hear her. She didn't like to feel trapped, willow wanted her freedom back!

She wondered what was going on in the outside world, had everyone given up on her? Was Mommy crying because she died? Well, if she was dead she wouldn't be in a prison cell, she would most likely be able to walk, not needing the confinement of her chair. If she were dead she would have angel wings, be wearing a white dress and have a golden halo above her head, not a hospital gown.

Willow continued to cry, begging the world to let her stay.

Back in the St. Canard children's Hospital.

Drake Mallard and a very, very anxious Jim Starling made their way to Willow with the cure in hand. Jim was very nervous, his webbed feet trembling on the hospital floor. They arrived at the reception desk, a dog woman reading a magazine. Drake rang the bell causing the dog receptionist to yelp a little before she put her magazine down and giggled out of embarrassment. " sorry about that, ah, Drake Mallard. You must be back here to see your daughter?" Drake nodded. "Yes, ma'am, I also brought a family friend of ours, is that okay?" The receptionist smiled at Jim Starling, Who awkwardly smiled back at her. She pointed them to the direction and bid them farewell.

Jim turned to Drake, puzzled. "Why did you-?" He began, immediately silencing himself as he looked down at the floor. Drake smiled, wrapping an arm around him. "Simple, you're willing to save her." Drake began. "Even if you were a villain."

"Are." The once villain corrected hesitantly. Jim really didn't feel like a good person yet, One measly deed wasn't enough to make up for the thousands of crimes he'd committed. He was a villain, always would be..

Drake smiled at his childhood hero. "It's like I said, Jim, everyone can change, even you. Start your process to change by saving your daughter."

Jim squirmed a little uncomfortably. Willow wasn't his daughter, at least, not anymore. And Vivian would never forgive him, and, frankly, he didn't deserve forgiveness, especially after he almost tried to kill his own daughter.

But soon, they arrive at Willow's hospital room, made clear by the machines doing their jobs and hard work in her room. Jim hesitated slightly, quietly looking in the room, his hands covering his beak as he saw his biological daughter for the first time, well, maybe not exactly the first time, but still. Together they both walk in her room, Vivian sitting in one of the hospital chairs fast asleep. Gosalyn was on the other side of her hospital bed, holding her hand. She turned, scowling bitterly at her father's nemesis. "NegaDuck." She seethed, in a low, menacing tone. Drake put his hands up in surrender. "Don't worry, Gos sweetheart, he's with me, he's here to help. " Jim nodded, walking over to his little girl, letting out a shaky gasp.

"….My daughter…" He said, Voice thick with tears. Jim gently placed his hand on his daughter's face, letting it linger there for a few seconds before he caressed it, his hand shaking as he felt his biological daughter shiver at his touch. "Daddy… "willow mumbles. Jim gasps slightly, and Drake nods. " I think she's referring to you, Jim… "Drake whispered.

Jim started tearing up, big, sorrowful tears dripping on his daughter's lifeless body. Drake walked over, placing his hand on Jim's back, allowing his childhood hero to cry a little. Jim sobbed, apologising over and over again, Vivian woke up to the sound of crying, she looked over to see Jim, her ex, crying, over his own daughter. She got up, walking beside him. "I can't forgive you right now, but I do see that you've changed, I may not forgive you yet, but I know my daughter will." Jim nodded, placing the cure in her feeding machine.

Jim stepped back to his daughter, taking her hen and she started crying. He squeezed it, shushing her gently. Gym quietly let go, about to exit the room. Drake wanted him to wait, but Jim had had enough. He sat in the waiting room, crying.

What had he done?

He failed.

He failed his own daughter.

And now Jim would never see her again.

But, Jim wanted to say goodbye to his daughter. So hesitantly, he got up and walked back in the room Drake rushing over to him. "Jim, are you okay? "Jim nodded, even though it was a lie. "I'd like to say goodbye, alone. "Drake nodded, gesturing the others to follow him out, as he closed the door behind him. Jim sat in the seat Vivian was occupying, taking her hand as Willow started to cry. Jim leaned over, kissing his daughter on the forehead as she cried.

"Willow, my sweet, beautiful, kind, dear daughter. I'm so sorry I tried to kill you, I don't know what possessed Daddy to do that to you, I honestly and truly have no clue. But, from now on, I solemnly swear, on all of my heart, to be a hero. Just like Darkwing Duck. I love you my sweet girl, and I will always, always carry you in my heart." Willow was starting to wake up. Jim felt a light squeeze. Jim heard her coughing a little before she spoke in her tiny little voice.

"I love you Daddy.." she spoke softly, her eyes gently opening, staring directly at her biological father. Jim gave a watery smile, interlocking his hand with his daughter. "I love you too, Willow… I always will. "Willow squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry Daddy…" she said quietly, continuing to stare at him, Jim leaned over kissing her forehead once again. "Don't apologise, sweetie… Daddy should be the one apologising, it was never your fault…." Jim said warmly.

Willow smiled. "Thank you

Daddy." She said quietly, before the medicine made her fall asleep again. Jim kissed her forehead again, before getting up and leaving without another exchange between him or Drake..

The family walked in her room again, sitting in a chair. Vivian took her daughter's hand, "Thank you, Jim."

A/N: TRIGGER WARNING!

Hey again everyone.

Yes I'm back! Now I'll explain.

Firstly, I'm so sorry for no uploads in like a whole year. I have a logical explanation for this. Truthfully, my mental health has been in one of the worst state imaginable. No, I'm not over exaggerating either, trust me, I really wish I was this time. But I'm not. My mental health got so bad that I wasn't thinking nice thoughts at all. My physical pain was getting really bad, causing my mental health to continuously drop, leaving me unsure whether I would be myself again. Thankfully, I'm no longer in physical pain. But now, my mental health is dipping in and out again, not nearly as bad as it has been, don't worry. But my mental health has been dipping in and out, something I'm not personally fond of myself, but that's just the way things are right now.

My personal life is a little mess. I don't know whether I'm coming or going, I'm just really confused right now. Lots of things have been happening in my personal life and I feel like I haven't had a single brick to actually process what's happening it's crazy how fast things are changing and I don't think I can cope. I really really don't think I can cope, but I am slowly getting through it, very, very, very slowly.

As for the story? It's going to get finished, it's going to get complete. When? I have no idea. But it's going to get finished, I promise. Just please be patient. Update will come when they can come, just give me time okay?

Thanks