Gosalyn at last seemed to have come to her senses as she sat on Drakes lap and was now just plainly starring at the couple in front of them, it was impossible to guess what was going on inside of her head, her face-expression was just to blank. Drake how-ever, was clearly furious but kept it in.. barely.
Mr. Waddlemeyer still looked like quite the wreck, as if any little incident was a cause for trouble, any little suggestion was able to make him jump, he kept pulling in the tie as if he didn't like it and more than ones his hand reached for the pocket with his glasses only for him to think better of it and leave them.. the Mrs. Waddlemeyer however, acted out like quite the drama queen as she teary eyed told her story.
"Oh it was absolutely horrible." the woman cried wiping her eyes with a handkerchief. "Cut out from the world, I tried to contact people outside I really did, I even send a bottle post, but I assume it never got that far, but at least we had each other Percival."
Mr. Waddlemeyer sighed deeply, before at last just padding her own the back in a pretty awkward manner. "There there, it's over now." he told and stopped padding her, his eyes returning to Gosalyn.
"Your right." Mrs. Waddlemeyer said. "time to look to the future, start a new! settle down! With my beautiful daughter." she smiled vaguely. "Gosh Gosalyn, not even in my imagination could I have imagined you would be so pretty." she sniffed. "Dolly your perfect, uh that reminds me, I got something for you." the woman opened her hand bag, and out of it she pulled a dolly.. with long blond curly hair and a pink dress which she reached towards Gosalyn. "Say hallo to Charlotte, every little girl's best friend."
Gosalyn starred at the doll for some time, and then at last reached over and accepted it to sit back on Drakes lap loosely holding the doll as if she didn't cared her eyes still as transfixed on the couple.
"We really do hope to start over." the man.. Percival told. "Have a nice little house, regular jobs without any more danger, become a family again." his brows furrowed as he swallowed, then his eyes closed as his hand tightened. "We need you with us." he told. "And I really want to learn to know you." at that he opened his eyes again and took a glance as to make sure the woman wasn't watching him, before he shortly pulled up the glasses to peer through them and look at Gosalyn, his face lightening a little bit up before he returned the glasses to his pocket.
"wait.. this can't really be happening can it?" Drake asked. "She.. she's staying here, you can't just take her."
Mr. Waddlemeyer sighed his face having completely faltered again, but it seemed like now that he had the word he kind of wanted to continue, sparing his wife or something. "I don't wish to take her by force, I wish she would go by herself, but think about this, your a single father, you would loose this battle." he told gravely.
"I have never given up a fight without even trying." Drake told sternly.
"You could end up in a lot of trouble." Mr. Waddlemeyer continued. "every inch of your personal record and history would be checked, you would be monitored your job reviewed, it will be a tough fight." he bit his beak.
Gosalyn gasped horrified by that piece of information, Drake however stayed calm. "I will need to talk this over with my daughter." he told sharply and stiffly. "This day have barely begun and yet we are all ready stressed out! can we please have some time to ourselves?" he asked.
Hooter nodded from the corner where he had been standing in the shadow of the massive Grizlikoff. "Mr. Mallard is entitled, this has been stressful enough, however I would suggest that we set up another meeting soon, hopefully all ready Monday."
"Fine." Drake waved them off. "Just please get out."
"Fine then." the woman sniffed annoyed. "Though." her eyes turned to Gosalyn. "I've been waiting for so long.. can't I please just have a hug, please." the woman begged.
Gosalyn sighed deeply as she crawled down from Drakes lap, wandered over to the woman and at last just gaver her a hug, the woman beaming all over her face a tear even threatening to escape her eye.
Mr. Waddlemeyer looked sadly at Gosalyn. "It really warms my heart to see you again, to see you grown up so fine." he told sincerely. "I just wish the circumstances had been better... I really do wish" he empathised his words.
"That's all right mr. Waddlemeyer." Gosalyn mumbled. "It's not your fault."
The woman looked positively heartbroken. "Can't you call him dad?" she asked. "And I'm your mom."
Gosalyn's eyes darted to Drake in the couch, and he looked positively heart broken. Gosalyn opened her mouth but not a word came over her beak and at last her eyes dropped to the floor.
"Come now." Mr. Waddlemeyer took his wifes hand guiding her outside. "She'll know us soon enough."
"Mr. Mallard." Hooter shortly nodded at Drake, Grizlikoof saluting him with a hand, and also they were on their way out.
Finally Drake, Gosalyn and Launchpad were alone again.
Gosalyn looking down on the pink dressed doll in her hand.
"You don't fancy that thing do you?" Drake asked.
"I absolutely hate it, it's hideous." Gosalyn threw it on the couch. "But the intention was good." she shrugged.
"Gosalyn, they wont have you.. I promise."
"Maybe it wont be so bad." Gosalyn cut him off. "They need me, it'll be a real family."
Drake looked stunned at Gosalyn. "You mean.. You want to stay with those people?"
"Sure, why not?" Gosalyn shrugged. "One house hold may be as good as the next one."
"But.. but.." Drake was absolutely lost for words. "You can't! You are supposed to stay here."
"Njah you'll be fine, you could become a full time Darkwing again." she told wisely.
"But I.. I.." Drake stammered, before he closed his eyes sinking together. "I need to think." he defeated wandered out of the room to the kitchen.
"Gosalyn, you can't mean that!" Launchpad looked bewildered at the little duckling. "Aren't we your family."
"Launchpad you heard the crazy lady!" Gosalyn gritted her teethes. "If I say I want to stay dad is going to fight with everything he's got, of cause he will, he's dad! and then Shush would be monitoring him, see his personal record, everything! they would find out! everything!" she exclaimed spreading out her arms. "And then it's bye Darkwing Duck, no more masked vigilantly, he may even go to prison, then it's better this way." she said surely. "Please Launchpad, help me out here."
Sadly Launchpad regarded her as she looked pleadingly back at him. "Okay then." he sighed. "But you would sure be missed."
"Njah you'll get by fine, you won't have to worry about me following you everywhere." she smiled despite tears starting to appear in her eyes. "And you'll be there to look out for dad." she grabbed Launchpads leg now crying. "I couldn't recognize those two just a little, I don't know them!" she sniffed.
concerned Launchpad patted her on the back. "You don't need to go through with this."
"Yeas I do." Gosalyn cried. "Just don't tell dad why, I'll miss you guys.. so much!"
"Me too." Launchpad sadly sighed. "Me too."
And so after a whole weekend of Gosalyn assuring Drake that she wanted to try to make it work with her real parents Drake had to do the incredible heart wrenching acts, of signing paper.. giving up his daughter. Gosalyn would move in with her real parents all ready next Saturday.
That week... the street was curiously masked mallard free, and the house of the mallards oddly quiet.
"DW.." Launchpad hesistatingly approached the depressed duck.
"what?" Drake asked.
"Well I was just thinking.. You'll only have Gosalyn for another two days, I think you should take advantage of that.. don't you?" he asked.
Drake sighed. "I guess." then he stopped. "You know your right." he stood up. "I'll regret this forever if I just sit here!"
"That's the spirit." Launchpad cheered.
"Don't wait up for us!" Drake yelled as she rushed up the stairs. "Gosalyn!" Drake called as he smacked up the door.. to blink by the sight of the surprisingly neat room now as all the stuff was down in boxes.. apparently Gosalyn had been so busy trying to distract herself that this was done surprisingly efficient.
"Dad?" Surprised Gosalyn looked up from her bed.
"Grap your coat, we're going out!" Drake stated.
"Going where?" Gosalyn asked.
"First to the hockey game." Drake started. "Then the hippo burger and then we end with a Zombie vs. vampire tomatoes three, just in time for you to be incredible late for bed."
Gosalyn blinked. "Isn't all those things incredible bad for me?" she asked.
Drake shrugged. "Well I suppose there will be two well trained agents to keep you good and straightened up, beside you're probably going to sneak into that movie somehow at some point any way." he stated grimly. "Come on! we're going! and that's that."
Gosalyn blinked once again. "Okay then." she said a little unsure. "If you really insist."
Surprisingly the evening went so well that both parts had totally forgotten why they had it by the end of it.
"Did you see all that blood?" Gosalyn asked. "And that Professor Van Heavensing sure was awesome."
"I thought he was a bit dry and dusty." Drake shook his head. "I mean, a real hero wouldn't have taken so long."
"A real hero like you?" Gosalyn asked with a lifted eyebrow.
"Well, when you put it like that." he grinned.
Amused Gosalyn shook her head. "Lucky for the city I guess."
"Lucky indeed." Drake proudly crossed his arms posing as he walked.
Gosalyn chuckled and leaned into him as they walked. "Don't stop being a hero, that's all your good at."
"Of cause I'll never stop." Drake stated. "Have you ever seen my run from a fight?"
"No." Gosalyn admitted. ".. Don't ever forget me."
"Gos!" Drake halted. "Of cause not! I could never forget you! Don't you dare forget me!" he sat down on her knee. "I can't see you, you know, something about complications but.." he fumbled in his pocket before he finally drew out a purple looking stick. "This is a communicator, it goes straight to my systems, just press." he pressed at it as you would normally press a pen to make it write. "And this red light here will blink and you know it's turned on, then you just speak into it." he moved it to his beak. "And voila." his voice seemed to come from both his mouth and pocket at the same time. "I'll be there in a instant." he pressed the stick again so the red light turned off. "Though, it's for emergencies only. Try and remember that."
Wide-eyed Gosalyn looked at the little purple pen, and then reached for it. "Thanks dad." she whispered.
Drake regarded her sadly, wanting to make the moment as good as possible, that was when he got the idea and pulled a well-known fedora hat out of seemingly no-where and dropped it on his head.
"What was that for?" Gosalyn asked.
"To keep you dry from the rain." Drake shrugged.
"What rain?" Just then it slowly started sizzling down.
"That rain, I have spend so many nights out here that I can tell what the weather is going to do next." Drake told rather smugly.
"Liar, it was a lucky guess." Gosalyn stated clearly.
"Perhaps." Drake shrugged.
"Now you're getting all wet." Gosalyn pointed out.
"I'll manage, not like it's the first time." Drake shrugged.
"Come on, just take the hat." Gosalyn rolled her eyes.
"Njah it's yours." Drake shrugged.
"Wait, your giving it to me?" She asked.
"Sure why not, I got more at home." Drake shrugged. "That one is the original though... well, second original, the first one wasn't even really mine and looked different, a bit to tacky."
"Your impossible." Gosalyn shook her head.
"Yeah, well, you to!" Drake stated. "Come on dolly princess time to go home."
"Ew, Dolly princess? that's so sugar sweet that it makes me sick!" Gosalyn stated.
"Well, life with it, that's what Mrs. Waddlemeyer is going to call you constantly for sure."
"Oh no." Gosalyn grimaced.
"And you're going to have lots of pink dollies and pretty princess dresses." Drake continued.
"I give you princess dresses!" Gosalyn stated going back in fighting position.
"Pff, this is my home court, the city of saint canard in the middle of the night, do you really think you can catch me in this setting?" Drake asked.
"Hell yeah, your no match for me Darkwing!" Gosalyn stated.
"My aren't we a little pretentious?" Drake asked. "As I seem to notice, you're the one with the fedora, oh no!" he obviously over dramatized the act playing the game. "That means to you must be Darkwing, I Quackerjack have been caught red handed, I better take a run for it!" and he twirled around to start running towards home. "You'll never catch me Darkwing!"
"oh yeah!" Gosalyn had caught on. "We'll see Wack-Jack! I'll get you in minutes!" and she zoomed after her father.