EPILOGUE
A few days had passed. The Mallards and the Muddlefoots were having a barbecue in Honker's yard. His family had been nonstop in thier gratitude for Darkwing Duck for saving Honker, and since they thought Drake knew him, that gratitude extended to him.
"You make sure you tell Darkwing Duck how grateful we are, now!" said Herb for about the thousandth time. "I'll do that Herb." said Drake, thinking secret identities were rather inconvenient at times.
"Tell me again how they tried to make you talk Honk." said Gosalyn. Now that the danger was over, she was full of curiosity as to what had gone on. "They threatened me, they were going to gas me to force me to talk." said Honker quietly. It was clear it was something he really didn't want to discuss.
Drake came over. "Um, Gos, why not save it for later." Gosalyn nodded. "Sorry, Honk." "It's okay." said Honker. He sat at the table, not having touched his hamburger or soda. Gosalyn left, and Drake sat down beside the boy.
"You know it's okay to still be scared. That would have been traumatic for a grown man, let alone a little boy. It would have been scary even for Darkwing Duck." He carefully avoided saying 'me', in case the Muddlefoots could hear, but it wasn't likely.
Honker looked at him. "Really?"
Drake nodded. "Really. You didn't panic, you held up, you acted like a real hero. We're all proud of you." Honker knew he meant Darkwing as well as Drake, Launchpad and Gosalyn. "Thanks Mr. Darkwing." Honker smiled.
"Shh, don't want to give my secret identity away. Now eat your burger before it gets cold, huh?" The boy nodded and picked it up.
"Hey, Drakester! Want another super triple burger?" called Herb. Drake groaned and got up. "My suit might not fit after today." he said with a wry grin. Honker chuckled. Drake went to get another hamburger, and Honker started eating his. He felt things would be different for him from now on.
THE END
Darkwing Duck and related characters are property of Disney. This work is property of the author. (C) 2007 Eric Smith.