I'm such trash for Dondaisy that everyone should be surprised that it took me this long to write anything related to Dondaisy. But I got this fun idea and I couldn't resist writing a first date for the pair where everything goes super wrong and super right.

"What does a woman mean when she puts that she likes to go on adventures on her dating profile?" Donald asked, glancing at Daisy as they leaned against each other.

"Usually cute generic stuff, driving around the city with someone you care about, picnicking under the stars, skinny dipping in the ocean." Donald blushed.

"So not…" He trailed off, feeling embarrassed.

"Not fighting off giant scorpions, no." They were back to back, surrounded by giant scorpions and dressed in evening attire. Daisy was wearing a stunning cerulean dress and Donald was wearing one of the only suits he owned.

"Aw, phooey. But, at least this is probably the most unique first date you've ever been on, right?"

"I don't know I once went on a date with a guy who managed to get both of our meals comped just by smiling, then he won a new car from a contest he didn't even enter and found twenty dollars in the car. Then he didn't leave a tip so I didn't go on a second date with him."

"It sounds like you went on a date with my cousin Gladstone."

"Hey, yeah, that was the guy." Donald nearly choked. He was currently going out with a beautiful woman that Gladstone hadn't managed to get a second date with? This was not how the narrative was supposed to go. Gladstone didn't get rejected.

"So, um, this might be the wrong time to bring this up, but… What are the chances of a second date?"

"Slim, if we don't start swinging now." Daisy grabbed her bag by the handle and swung it into the nearest scorpion with a force that shouldn't have surprised him. He'd seen how she took down a hitman the other day, this was basically a cakewalk for her.

As soon as Daisy sprang into action Donald did as well, letting anger override fear. These toxic creepy crawlies were NOT going to ruin his first date. Their faces turned a matching shade of red from their mutual fury and they didn't stop to catch their breath until they'd taken care of business.

Daisy stepped over a scorpion corpse, a scorpse leg crunching under her heel.

"What are the chances that we didn't miss our dinner reservation?"

"Slim. Picnic under the stars?"

"Well, I think I have room in my schedule for one more adventure today. How's my dress look?"

"Trust me, you look like a dream." A blush reached Daisy's cheeks. She felt kind of stupid, she knew she looked good, she knew she was a stylish queen, she reminded herself of that on the daily when she was doing seemingly meaningless tasks and felt decades away from her dreams.

"Thanks. You look pretty good too, for someone who just took out several scorpions."

"You did most of the work," Donald said modestly as they linked arms and headed away from the scene of the disaster.

"I know this perfect little beach spot," Donald said, "prettiest little thing, used to go there all the time to clear my head. It's kind of been my secret forever, but uh, but I want to show you." Daisy was hyper-aware of the volume of her beating heart. They'd picked up a relatively fast dinner to go and were heading towards Donald's perfect little beach spot.

"I bet you say that to all of your dates," she teased, trying not to feel so flustered.

"I would never," Donald said, putting everything on the line, "I've never felt like this about anyone before tonight." Daisy might have tightened her grip on his arm, but she was smiling too wide to say anything for a minute.

Finally, "Well, you're certainly one of the sweetest guys I've ever met, though there seem to be some occupational hazards when it comes to dating you."

Donald chuckled nervously, "One or two occupational hazards."

Daisy leaned over and kissed his cheek, "Dinner and danger? Buy one get one free is my kind of bargain." Donald blushed.

"M-most people wouldn't get this far on a date with me," he admitted.

"Good," Daisy said, "If you'd ended up with most people then we wouldn't be here tonight, and I wouldn't miss this adventure for the world."

"Me neither. Oh, here it is!" Donald had been right, his secret beach was perfect. The sand and the air were clean and you seemed to be able to see so many stars from any spot on the shore. They plopped themselves on the solitary stretch of sand and began to dig into dinner, talking about nothing and everything as they enjoyed the stars. They were just far enough from the waves that they could kick off their shoes and let the water lap against their feet. Daisy rested her head on his shoulders, pointing out all the constellations she recognized as Donald listened intently, a contented smile on his face.

They were so distracted by their dinner and the constellations that they didn't notice the creature slinking out of the depths, but when Donald's foot was grabbed by a gigantic tentacle they sure took notice.

"Here we go again!" Daisy cried, grabbing the pepper spray out of her bag and aiming for the giant squid's eye as Donald dangled, angrily thrashing. The squid retreated in agony, releasing the angry duck. He landed with a thud on the soft sand and Daisy went over.

"Are you okay?" He was staring up at her, seeming a little dazed.

"I'm more than okay, I'm amazing, you saved my life! You're incredible!" He gushed as she helped him to his feet.

"Oh, well, it's good date etiquette to not let your date be devoured by a giant squid," she said, brushing off the compliment. He laughed, but he hadn't taken his eyes off her, which was probably not the wisest decision considering there had just been a giant squid attack. However, they seemed to be in the clear.

"I don't have the best luck," he admitted.

"I noticed," Daisy laughed.

"I'd understand if you want to end this now." Donald glanced sadly at his feet. She reached for his chin and tilted it back up so that he was looking at her again.

"I'm up for a little adventure."

Donald glanced at the water, "Skinny dipping in the ocean, then?"

She swatted his arm playfully, "Maybe no more adventure tonight, though."

Donald laughed, "No promises."