There was much to be done. Even if he didn't want to do them.

First, there was a matter of his house. He had to decide whither to rebuild his home or to tear it down. If he decided to tear it down, Drake would have to go through many, many channels to keep Darkwing under wraps. How do you explain to a bunch of construction workers that there's a secret underground lair? How do you explain the rooms that are not on the blueprints?

If he chose to rebuild, there was a matter of the public eye.

People didn't trust him anymore. People didn't want him in the neighborhood anymore. Even his odd founded friendship with the Muddlefoots had been tarnished. During the days when Drake was scavenging through his ruined home, he had noticed that Honker had been staring at him through his bedroom window.

Drake waved to him. Honker looked back into his room as if a loud noise had caught his attention. Honker suddenly closed the blinds. A moment later, the blinds reopened and Mr. Muddlefoot stared through.

The two neighbors looked at each other without resentment or hatred. Mr. Muddlefoot, however, closed the blinds without a wave or a fist shake. In the eyes of Darkwing, he had no idea what that could have meant. It could mean anything. It could mean nothing.

Then there was dealing with Ms. Griffin, the stick-up-her-ass social worker. She had came by the house several times, picking up Gosalyn's clothes, school books, a few toys, birth certificate, and doctor papers. When Drake inquired about Gosalyn, Griffin sniffed at him, "That isn't your concern anymore."

Drake wanted to hit her for mentioning Gosalyn as a "that."

Then there was Darkwing. Crime doesn't take vacations and Darkwing shouldn't suddenly disappear. The crime bosses would have a field day. Usually, sometimes, Drake would take a night off for a parent-teacher meeting, a school play, or just wanting to stay home and chill. But ever since the trial, it seemed crime had suddenly wanted to pull overtime. Three times in one night, he had to stop a bank robbery…from the same bank.

And tonight was no different.

Apparently, there was a new supervillian in town. He called himself, "Ying-Yang, the master of all Chi."

Darkwing thought the name was highly inappropriate.

"Ying-Yang" wore a red kung-fu outfit with the ying-yang symbol upon it and wore very thick black glasses. He carried a cliché array of weapons, weapons like a katana, nunchucks, a bo staff and sais. He was short, he was ugly, and he looked as if he was beaten one too many times in high school.

Oddly enough, this fool was a master of martial arts. And he knew how to use his stolen iconic weapons very, very well.

Before the battle had started, Darkwing lost his hat to a flying sai. The trident like dagger had plucked his hat off, nearly missing his eye and then impaled itself into a wall.

"Very good!" Ying Yang laughed. "Not many people can avoid my flying sais of death!"

Darkwing could feel a trickle of blood run down his forehead. He went into a fighter stance, ignoring the stinging pain of the cut on his crown.

"What? No retort?" Said Ying Yang as he slowly paced around Darkwing. "No fancy insult? I heard you were the talkative type."

"I'm not very talkative, tonight," Darkwing growled. "Let's just get this over with."

"Fair enough," Ying Yang pulled out his lone katana sword and charged.

Yang swung the sword with deadly accuracy and Darkwing was having a hell of a time trying to dodge. Should he dare to try to punch or kick him, he could risk losing a limb.

Yang suddenly dropped low, swung the katana, swiping at Darkwing's exposed legs. Darkwing jumped over him, reached down in an effort to grab a weapon from Yang's back.

He accidentally grabbed his glasses instead.

He landed, cursing himself for missing. He twisted around, expecting to avoid another onslaught of blades only to find that Yang was on his knees.

"Where is it?" He mumbled, touching the ground. "Where are they?"

Darkwing looked at the glasses he held.

You've got to be kidding me…

Yang's groping hands fumbled around, hoping his hands would suddenly touch the familiar frames he's worn since third grade. His hands struck something else: a foot.

"Looking for these?" Darkwing held up the frames.

Yang smiled. "Yes. Can I have them back?"

Darkwing responded by kicking him in the face.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

It was known as the hottest day of the year. There were reports coming from all over the city that people were fainting from heat stroke. Local stores have started helping with the cause by giving out free water bottles to the public. Unfortunately for the children at St. Canard orphanage, their funding for a new air condition fell through. Their current AC machine refused to work that particular day. With no AC, the children were forced outside where most of them spent the day underneath the shades of the trees. It was too hot to play.

Gosalyn was able to find a lone tree by herself. In a heap of sweat, she collapsed underneath it's shade. "I'm melting…" She moaned to herself. "Melting…"

And as if the tree was listening to her whines, a cold water bottle fell from it's branches and landed neatly in her hand.

"What the-?" Gosalyn muttered, seeing the bottle. She looked up into the tree and saw two familiar eyes looking down at her.

"DAD!"

"Shhhhhhhhh!" Darkwing placed a finger over his beak. "I'm not dad, I'm Darkwing Duck at the moment." He jumped out of the tree, landing next to his daughter.

As soon as he landed, Gosalyn grabbed him around the waist and hugged him. The momentum threw both off balance and they landed smiling against the tree trunk. "Oh, Dad," Gosalyn muttered against his chest. She then looked up to him and scowled. "You big jerk! How come it took you so long to see me?"

"I tired to visit you earlier," He told her, still smiling. "I thought that snake woman Griffin placed you with a foster family. What happened?"

Gosalyn quickly looked away. She said something incoherently.

"What was that?" Her father raised an eyebrow. "I didn't hear."

"I was playing ball in the house and broke some stupid expensive vase."

"Gos-"

"It was ONE vase! One! And that crazy couple was screaming as if I broke every vase in their house!"

Darkwing placed a hand over his eyes. The parent inside of him wanted to reprimand her. He decided against it. He hadn't seen her in almost two weeks.

"Gosalyn!"

A woman's voice came around the corner. "That's the headmistress," Gosalyn said to Darkwing.

"I better go," Darkwing climbed back up into the tree. "I'll visit you tonight."

"Pinky promise?" Gosalyn shoved up her hand towards him.

"Promise," He linked the small finger together with hers. "Love you."

"Gosalyn?" The headmistress appeared on the scene. "There you are, girl. We got the AC going. Come inside."

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB

Darkwing did not leave immediately. One reason was because he fainted from the heat and hung limply in the tree for about an hour. The other reason was…well, because he didn't want to leave Gosalyn just yet.

After recovering from his unexpected heat stroke, Darkwing watched his daughter from a distance.

What is the right thing to do? What is the wrong thing to do?

In all, there are fifty-nine orphans. Different ages, different races, different genders. Gosalyn was one of the youngest of the kids. There are four other kids near, or her age, seven toddlers and nine babies. The rest of the orphans are teenagers. Quite a few of them looked to be almost of age.

The kids had lunch. School was taught by hired tutors and by the older orphan teenagers. The orphanage had no luxuries like video games, standard sport equipment or even fluffy toilet paper. After school, the kids helped with chores and for the rest of the night, they did whatever they wanted to do.

Gosalyn helped with changing diapers, wrote notes for kid who cannot write for themselves and even helped with chores without a fuss.

Life as an orphan is not glamorous. It is humble. It teaches kids to know what pain is. Most kids here will grow up to lead simple lives.

From his hidden corner, Darkwing began fingering one of his many buttons on his costume. His eyes narrowed in deep thought.

Since Gosalyn came into his life, her life has been in constant danger. How many times had she been in the jaws of evil? Her and her friends? How often did he miss a recital, a meeting or even pizza night because he was out battling such evil? Her curiosity could lead her to greater and bigger things. Instead, she was more focus on the criminal mind. He did not want her to grow up as a vigilante.

With that, Darkwing decided. If he wanted to protect her, to give her a happy, normal life, he had to give her up.

CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC

A/N: Really sorries that it took me so many months to update again. I have not abandoned this fic, I'm just really, really lazy. Once again, my bad.

To all my reviewers, thank alesi258 for this update. Her wonderful reviews inspired COUGHguiltCOUGH me into writing this next chapter.

Quick note: I will not involve the Muddlefoots in this fic. Why? Because I don't like them. Never have. Dunno why. They'll make an appearance, but they will not affect the storyline. There is a bigger conspiracy at hand here than just Drake and Gos' relationship. (Cue ominous music here.)

Anyhoo, R/R!