Author's Note: Implied adult situation at the end. I just didn't go into details due to the fic's rating.

Epilogue

Negaduck was in jail, Darkwing and Morgana were finally on their date, and Lena had her freedom. At present, Gosalyn, Webby, and Lena were sitting and playing with tarot cards. Gosalyn claimed she was an expert, Lena thought she was full of it, and Webby was just enjoying her sister and her new best friend playing together. She thought she could get used to this.

It looked like everything had worked out, although appearances could be deceiving. After all, evil never rested. It took vacations, but it never quit entirely. And Negaduck was too persistent and malicious to let Darkwing and Morgana enjoy their time alone for long.

But Webby wouldn't think about that. For one thing, it wasn't her problem. For another, they'd modified Negaduck's memory to erase the last few days so that he couldn't remember what Morgana had told him about Darkwing's secret identity and Gosalyn, not to mention the house. Webby thought that if Lena wanted to learn more about magic, she could probably ask Morgana. After all, Morgana was much safer and less evil than Magica de Spell.

Speaking of Magica de Spell, the sorceress was locked in the amulet, put in a stasis field, and then secured with the Fort Knox of spells. Morgana had assured them she wouldn't be getting out any time soon and they had no choice but to believe her, because otherwise, they would have serious problems down the line. Besides, Morgana was on their side, wasn't she? Webby was pretty sure she was.

All of this was distracting her from enjoying the tarot card reading Gosalyn was giving with Lena complaining and/or objecting to all of her interpretations. Webby decided to leave the whole mess be for now. She smiled, enjoying the moment and the argument. She had a home, she had her sister, she had her best friend, and there was nothing threatening on the horizon. She was happy.

Negaduck, by contrast, was livid. He was also shackled and hobbled around the jail cell. St. Canard's police had taken no chances with him, even after Morgana had beat him to a pulp. He seethed, plotting his revenge. Let Darkwing and the others enjoy their victory for now. He'd get him back. He'd get them all back.

Sitting on his uncomfortable, lumpy cot, he laughed and laughed. A sane person listening to that might've had chills go down their spine. But Negaduck hadn't been sane in a very long time.

Darkwing had asked Gosalyn if she wanted to spend the night with Webby, mostly because he'd wanted her out of the house. Still, he had pretended that this was a treat for her rather than for him and it'd worked, because she'd read into it what she'd wanted. Darkwing was half awake now, staring at Morgana under the moonlight. She was so beautiful.

"I'm sorry for the things I did, Dark," Morgana said quietly. They were sitting on the couch and her head was on his shoulder. "I never meant to hurt you. I love you. It was tearing me apart inside to attack you and the girls."

"I knew all along that you weren't yourself," he boasted and she gave him a flat look.

"Either you did and you're a jerk or you didn't and you're lying to save face," she countered. "And I bet I know which one it is."

"Uh...I'm not a jerk?" he suggested.

"Oh, Dark," she said and shook her head ruefully. "I love you so much, but you can be painfully dense."

"I can not! Take that back!"

"I'll do you one better," she purred and he was instantly at attention. Leaning forward, she brushed her beak against his and then pulled him into her arms. He wouldn't have to pick up Gosalyn until morning. They had the whole night to themselves and the house.

And he was going to enjoy every second of this.