Chapter1:Chapter1

My Daughter, My Life *UPDATED*

Quiver's story "Hidden Dawn" shows what could happen if Drake had amnesia, but what would happen if Gos forgot who Darkwing was and what he meant to her?

This story is the second in my DW series, following "Villain's Revolt," with two sequels, "Neighborly Secrets" (newly updated with a new ending), and "Out of Touch." Also, a word of note: this is the most angst-filled of all my stories with several traumatic events happening to our favorite Mallards. Don't worry. Everyone turns out fine in the end, and there is humor along the way.

One other thing: Quackerjack and one other character are a little OOC.

Rated T for violence and emotional scenes.

The streets reflected the lights of the surrounding buildings. The familiar roar of a motorcycle squelched the maddening sound of drips from the recent rain. The hood of the vehicle was shaped like a beak and its windshield formed the vacant eyes of a masked duck. Purple wings flanked the driver's seat. The Ratcatcher was instantly recognizable to both Saint Canard law enforcement and criminals.

Darkwing Duck screeched dangerously around a corner, hot in pursuit of the only villain unaffected by the wet weather. The watery mutated salesman, the Liquidator. Licky, as Darkwing had tauntingly nicknamed him, was taking advantage of the two-inch layer of rainwater to hydroplane down the streets on his own watery base. Although the Ratcatcher's tires struggled to cling to the drowned pavement, it stayed upright. It was outfitted for high-speed chases in all sorts of elements.

As they zoomed toward the wharf, Darkwing fiddled with one of the multiple pockets on his double-breasted coat and cape. He dug out his famous weapon of choice; a personally designed gadget engineered to fire anything stuffed into its nozzle. As he kept his eyes on the road and his target, his hand stuffed a canister of plaster of Paris into the gun. Though he seriously doubted the plaster would have time to dry in the rain on top of a watery villain, the only thing Darkwing cared about was slowing the Liquidator down. Even if it was just for a second or two…

Holding his gas gun steady on the visor, Darkwing fired. The canister exploded as it passed through the Liquidator's form, sending swirls of white fluttering through his body. Licky barely slowed.

"It'll take more than artwork to stop the likes of the Liquidator!" he called over his shoulder.

"Oh yeah?" Darkwing replied sharply as he maneuvered his bike a little closer. "Well, we're just getting started. Wait until you see the finished product! It's sure to be appealing…to a judge!"

"The jury is still out on that verdict!" the villain channeled the rain runoff into his form, rinsing out the Plaster of Paris and speeding up. Within seconds he had increased his lead by three car lengths.

The city's waterworks will never be safe as long as Liquidator's on the loose." The crime fighter narrated to himself. "That's why I, Darkwing Duck, am the plunger that unclogs the drain of crime. I am the sentinel that spies on the scurrilous scum that slipped out of the sentient hands of justice..." he paused as he noted Licky stopping. The villain abandoned his canine shape and dove into a drainage ditch, disappearing underground.

Darkwing skidded to a halt. He looked up and down the street while continuing his monologue. "The super sleuth seeks a point of entry. His eagle eyes roam every corner and crevice..." he paused as he noticed a manhole cover. "Aha! "

Darkwing flipped the heavy lid out of the way and dove boldly into the darkness, catching himself ape-like on the last rung of the ladder. Loosening his grip, he carefully stretched a webbed toe toward the floor. Interesting... The floor was completely dry. With all this rain, he'd expected to find at least a couple of inches of water. His suspicions arose. As much as he liked to keep his impeccable purple costume and white feathers spotless, he would have preferred to find a tunnel half-full of street debris and run off.

A dry floor suggested that the Liquidator had siphoned the water into himself, gaining strength. The watery mutant was probably waiting around the corner for Darkwing to waltz right into him. Well this crime fighter had a thing or two to show him! Darkwing might have blundered into the trap in the past when he was preoccupied with showing off for his fans, but he was alone and focussed now. Plus it helped that he was familiar with Licky's methods of attack.

Relying on his knowledge of every public inch of the city, Darkwing navigated the black tunnel on foot, using his other senses to seek out his foe. Though the Liquidator's form was composed entirely of water (and scientists still didn't know how he existed), the canine breathed a light plume of mist.

Darkwing felt the mist nanoseconds before hearing water rush straight for his head. He ducked and leapt forward, plunging through Licky's formless midsection. Rolling smoothly to his feet, Darkwing spun around to fire a canister of laughing gas at his foe.

A manhole cover overhead allowed slivers of light into the murky depths. Those thin beams of light were enough for Liquidator to see the canister flying at him. He batted it away with a club-shaped arm.

The mutant grinned as he reached for the unsuspecting duck. "Tired of technicalities tripping you up? How 'bout a pick-me-up, Liquidator-style!" He grabbed Darkwing by his leg and swung him toward the tunnel wall.

"Whoa!" Darkwing yelped right before he splatted into the concrete. Shaking off the disorientation from the blow, Darkwing launched a powerful webkick at his foe.

Licky dodged and shot back to the street surface, trailing water behind him. Darkwing found himself sitting in a shallow river.

"Drat!" he wrung out his cape and hat before racing back to the ladder. He emerged just in time to see Licky rushing down the street. He took up pursuit, stopping his motorcycle out in front of a warehouse on the dock where Licky had disappeared.

"Looks like it's time for one of my trademark entrances," Darkwing smirked.

He climbed onto the roof and slipped in around the loading crane. Locating the Liquidator next to a holding tank, Darkwing threw a blue smoke bomb at his feet.

Licky pooled into a puddle and tried to slither away. He only got so far before a pair of webbed feet appeared in front of him.

"I am the terror that flaps in the night!" Darkwing began.

"He who stops to slosh away gets to splash another day!" Licky gurgled as he turned away. Another smoke bomb blocked him, followed with a shower of plaster of Paris.

"I am the leaky faucet that keeps you awake all hours!" Darkwing continued, reappearing in front of Licky. "I am Darkwiiing...Duck!"

Liquidator resumed his canine shape and straightened to his full height, staring down the plucky mallard. "Darkwing Duck, your diatribes and dialogues normally steam me up, but tonight, nothing you say will ruin my day! Don't look now, but someone's behind you!"

"Pah! As if I'd fall for a ruse like that... Yeowch!" Darkwing jumped in the air as sparks fizzled from his tail feathers.

"How's that for an entrance," Megavolt grinned as he joined the Liquidator.

"Megavolt?" Darkwing called down from the crane he'd latched onto. "What are you doing here? I thought you'd be waiting out the storm at home so you don't short-circuit!"

"Eh, I got tired of frying popcorn," the jump-suited rat shrugged, shooting a spark from his gloved finger tip.

"Great. Now I've got two of my worst foes to handle. No matter…I can take you both before I break a sweat!" Darkwing boasted as he surreptitiously looked for something that he could use to fight back. Before Megavolt and Liquidator could reply, the door swung open and third figure stepped inside.

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo! Well, look who's here! If it isn't my favorite playmates! Who says rainy days are boring?" Quackerjack exclaimed. He paused directly under the crane hook. "Gee, Darkwing, I didn't know you could fly! What fun games we could play!"

"Sorry, but I have a hard time following the rules," Darkwing commented, firing his gas gun at the control panel.

The canister hit the button precisely. The hook dropped abruptly, barely giving Darkwing time to reset his gas gun to a grappling hook, which he used to stop his fall and plow his outstretched feet into Megavolt's chest. Too startled to react, Megavolt was easily taken down.

"Where's the fourth?" Darkwing inquired. "I thought you guys hung out together?"

Quackerjack was still getting to his feet after dodging the falling hook. He scowled at the thought…

Flashback to earlier yesterday evening…

"Yyou mean you have more of that stuff?" Bushroot stammered as he and his friends, the other Fearsome Four members, sat around the card table in their hideout.

Liquidator flashed him a smug grin. "One in ten housewives agree: 'Pinescrub' is the best multipurpose cleaner around. Just add one gallon of water per tablespoon and you'll get all your household needs done in half the time. It cleans glass, granite, linoleum, tile, grout, stainless steel, brass, and porcelain for the low cost of $60 a bottle. Reserve today, quantities are limited."

"Yeah," Quackerjack grinned. "This stuff is powerful enough to eat through steel. And that's exactly what we'll do!"

"Quackerjack's latest water gun can zap all the banks in town and then some!" Megavolt banged his fist on the table in emphasis before getting a blank look on his face. "What were we talking about again?"

Bushroot was still nervous. "Bbut Pinescrub is dangerous! I ran a few lab tests on that sample you gave me to check its environmental safety and it burned through the beaker! It killed all my daisies before I got enough water on it to dilute it! If this stuff leaked anywhere, it'd kill a block of vegetation!"

"Ah, who cares about vegetables anyway?" Quackerjack waved his hand dismissively. "This is the big one, Bushy! We'll get more loot than we can spend in a lifetime and the cops will still be cleaning up the mess! If there're any cops left, that is..."

"But that's just mean! I mean, I don't like cops anymore than you do, but you can't just kill the whole city! ... You can't do this! I won't let you kill anyone!" Bushroot slammed his leafy fist down and stood up from his chair.

The villains exchanged conniving glances.

"Sorry, Bushy, but if you're not for us, you're against us!" Quackerjack pulled a toy clown out of a sack hanging from his chair.

"Wwwhat are you going to do with that? Yyou wouldn't kill a friend, wwwould you?" Bushroot stammered, backing away.

"What! Of course not!" Quackerjack exclaimed, looking shocked by the statement, but still fingering the button on the clown. "We're not going to kill you. We're just going to ask you to sit this one out, Pal!"

Liquidator popped up beside him to put a hand on his green shoulder. "Doctors and psychologists recommend gardening for stress relief. Add years to your life and beautify your living space. Limited time offer, no returns accepted."

"But if you use that stuff, you'll kill all the plants in St. Canard! There won't be a green thing within miles and the bay will spread it to the ocean. There's no telling how many lives will be affected!"

"Say, that's an excellent idea! Let's put it in the bay! Clean out St. Canard and neighboring cities!" Liquidator exclaimed, holding up a finger.

Quackerjack clapped his hands, temporarily forgetting about his playthings and his earlier threat. "Then we'll be sure to draw out that dimwitted Darkwing Dolt! Hoo hoo! Won't our new playmate be impressed!"

"Hey, where did Bushroot go?" Megavolt asked, leaning around Quackerjack's shoulder to glance at the empty spot where their teammate had been standing. A hole in the ground signified Bushroot's route of escape.

"Ah, who cares? He can go plant a forest…" Quackerjack said dismissively before turning angry and throwing his clown across the room. A couple of cleavers bit into the wood wall..."As long as he stays out of our way!"

Present time

Quackerjack pretended to wipe tears from his eyes with a handkerchief before replying to Darkwing's question.

"Bushroot doesn't want to play anymore. He took some time off to commune with nature. So I sent him a going away present... A pair of hedge trimmers!"

"You...murdered him?" Darkwing gasped.

"No, of course not!" Megavolt replied, waving his hands in protest. "He'd been eyeing one for Christmas."

"Thaaat's right!" Liquidator announced, speaking into his hand like a microphone. "The Weed Whacker 400. Guaranteed to cut even those hard-to-reach twigs, and pluck an unwanted petal."

"Phew, that's a relief! For a moment there I thought you'd taken the 'fearsome' thing to a new level!" Darkwing panted.

"Maybe not that far, but the Fearsome Three can still take out the likes of you, Duck!" Megavolt fired another bolt from his finger.

Darkwing ducked and ran, hoping to get enough distance between them to attack from a different vantagepoint. Megavolt continued firing at him and Quackerjack wound up a posse of toy soldiers with real guns to join the chase. He also tossed in a few giant chattering teeth with heat sensors to spice up the game. As Darkwing leapt, rolled, and dodged the onslaught, Liquidator formed a puddle at his feet. Darkwing slipped and slid right out the warehouse door into the river.

The villains followed him to the pier and looked down expectantly. They knew him too well to be fooled into thinking he'd drowned. After a few strained moments of waiting, Liquidator plunged in to find the missing duck on his own terms. Megavolt and Quackerjack checked the rest of the dock to make sure Darkwing hadn't snuck out without them noticing.

"What's the plan when we find him?" Megavolt asked.

"The plan, Megs, is to take him back to my toy factory," Quackerjack replied.

"Hey, no fair! I want a piece of him too!"

"And you'll get it. While my toys have their fun, Liquidator can douse him and you can fry him! We'll play Ring-Around-The-Darkwing all night!" Quackerjack started to laugh but a voice startled him.

"Sounds like a winner," Darkwing taunted from directly behind the villains. "While we're at, how 'bout we play a little 'Hide and Seek'!"

The pair spun around in alarm, but failed to find any sign of their opponent.

"Ooh, goody! A game!" Quackerjack grinned. "Now where, oh where, could he be? Is he behind the dumpster? No? Okay then, how 'bout on the roof! Oh, I know! I know! He's right behind you!" Quackerjack chuckled and spun around to point directly over Megavolt's shoulder.

"Ah! Where?" Megavolt jumped and zapped a bolt of electricity.

Darkwing laughed sinisterly, sounding like a recording for a haunted house party.

"That way!" Quackerjack pointed.

"No, that way!" Liquidator joined his companions on the dock, pointing in the opposite direction.

"I am the Terror that flaps in the night..." Darkwing's eerie voice came from the bay itself.

Liquidator and Megavolt shrank back. Quackerjack clenched his fists at the unseen crime fighter.

"Must you always do that? It's so…Oooh!" he shivered with irritation. "There's a name for people like you!"

Darkwing continued his monologue uninterrupted. "I am the piranha that nips at your fingers..."

A canister of blue smoke landed at the villains' feet. Megavolt zapped it, filling the air with both the smoke fumes and the smell of the burnt canister. The villains coughed and fanned the smoke away from their faces. Liquidator scooped up the remains of the can and threw it into the water.

"I'm not finniished…" Darkwing emphasized the word, his voice still disconnected from the rest of him. "I am Darkwiiing Duck. And you are going to clean all of that up, Liquidator, or I'm adding littering to your loong list of larcenies…"

"Got an ugly stain? Call the Liquidator Steam Cleaners and be sure to ask for wipeout rates!" The Liquidator split into numerous water monsters to seek out the crime fighter. The little creatures scurried around, but paused in confusion. Wherever Darkwing was, he wasn't on the ground.

"So, you wanna play a game, huh?" Quackerjack shook his fist.

Megavolt whimpered. "Maybe we ought leave while we can...Darkwing sounds like someone I've been trying to forget..."

Quackerjack glared at Megavolt. "Are you implying that we abandon our game before it even starts? What are you, crazy or something!"

"But what if it's 'you know who' instead? We'd be electrocuted by morning!"

"By who? That yellow jacketed malice is still in jail." (refers to "The Villains' Revolt")

"Huh? No, I'm not talking about him! I mean the future Darkwing!" Megavolt held a hand in front of his mouth and lowered his voice. "Darkwarrior…!"* (References the episode"Time and Punishment")

"Oh... Good point. But think of this, Megsy. If we catch Darkwing now, he won't be in the future!" Quackerjack reasoned.

Listening to the conversation from overhead, Darkwing activated a tracking device on his lapel. He couldn't believe he'd told Launchpad to take the night off instead of letting him come along as usual. He appreciated his sidekick's company but he liked getting out on his own every now and then. Conquering criminals on his own bolstered his confidence better than any of the training courses he put together. He just hoped Launchpad wasn't asleep on the couch. By the time his sidekick noticed the signal, Darkwing might be beyond helping.

The Liquidator was still searching for the missing mallard. After a bit, he looked back at his companions and shrugged. Megavolt was about to suggest leaving when they heard the sound of a high-powered jet slicing through the air.

"Looks like it's time for some water polo…" Quackerjack grinned at Liquidator.

Licky smirked and stretched up to the sky. "Hope you brought your umbrellas because forecasts call for a downpour!" he told the plane as he batted it with his hand.

"How about an electrical storm!" Megavolt rubbed his hands together, a current passing between the prongs on his rubber helmet. He sent a bolt shooting toward the sky. Just then, a trash can lid shot between the bolt and its target, bouncing the electricity back to the ground. Megavolt and Quackerjack dodged the falling hazards.

"Hey, no fair, who did that?" Megavolt whined.

"I'll give you two guesses," Quackerjack growled through gritted teeth. Glaring up at the skyline, he saw a slight form crouched on a roof. "I'll get you yet, Darkwing Duck! You've ruined my fun for the last time!"

Up in the Thunderquack, Launchpad was struggling to keep the plane under control. As he focused on the instruments, he heard something moving behind him.

"Ah! Get away!"

"Ooh," a familiar voice moaned. "I wish I hadn't had that strawberry and chocolate peanut butter sundae earlier…"

"Gosalyn! I thought you were in bed!" Launchpad exclaimed, risking a glance in the back. The little redhead duckling climbed out of the cargo compartment and struggled to grab onto the bench seat.

"Yeah right! As if I'm going to miss any action!" Gosalyn made her way to the front of the plane to take the copilot seat. The jet lurched sickeningly up and down.

"Better fasten your seat belts, Gos! This could get a little bumpy!"

As soon as he said that, the giant watery palm flipped the jet upside down. Suddenly airborne, Gosalyn smacked her head on the windshield. Launchpad corrected the roll and spared a glance at his young companion. She moaned and clutched the injury.

"You okay, Gos?" Launchpad asked worriedly.

"Oooh. I'm gonna need an aspirin when we get out of this. I'm never one to get motion sickness, but this time might be an exception!" she cried.

"Yeah, me too!" he gulped.

Meanwhile, Darkwing was going through his pockets, searching for something, anything, he could use to fight. He'd used up his plaster of Paris, his instant concrete, glue pellets, oatmeal, and anything else useful against the Liquidator. He was out of ideas for dealing with Megavolt aside from his usual tactics of bantering and running around to wear down the villain's battery. As for Quackerjack... His thoughts trailed off as he got the eerie feeling he was being watched. Darkwing spun around to see Quackerjack behind him with a toy clown.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo! It's PLAYTIME!" Quackerjack laughed.

He activated the clown, which popped out three meat cleavers from somewhere in its stuffing. Walking on the blades, the robot attacked. Darkwing ducked from a swing at his head, lunged left to avoid a sideswipe, and leaped as the third clanked down where he'd been crouched.

"How do you come up with these ideas!" Darkwing exclaimed as he dove from another blow aimed at decapitating him.

"Well, some of them came from Mr. Banana Brain," Quackerjack said, drawing the said toy out of a pocket and miming its speech in a higher-pitched voice. "The rest you could call, evil genius!"

Darkwing didn't reply as he was too busy dodging the clown toy. It slashed a corner off his cape. The backhand swipe took a piece of sleeve. Darkwing wasn't sure if he was slowing down or the clown was warming up. It was getting too close for comfort with each move and the next near miss would draw blood.

Quackerjack laughed delightedly. A motion behind him caught him off guard.

"Hey! I thought the plan was to capture him, take him to your hideout, and then torture him!" Megavolt glared, before putting a hand to his chin in thought. "Or was it, lead him there first, torture, and then grab..."

"Sorry, Sparky, but I'm making the rules up as I go, and right now I wanna see him suffer..." Quackerjack started to turn back to taunting Darkwing, but Megavolt caught him off guard.

"Ooh, Don't Call Me SPARKY!" Megavolt zapped Quackerjack with a low voltage, blackening his costume. Quackerjack got up in the rat's face to snarl at him.

While the super villains were distracting each other, Darkwing took the opportunity to escape, jumping off the roof and activating his grappling hook. It caught a windowsill on the opposite building and slowed his fall. The villains noticed Darkwing's absence just as they noticed the toy clown. With no other heat signature to follow, it had turned to the nearest source. Them. Megavolt fried it and Quackerjack screamed in outrage.

Darkwing reached Liquidator and yelled up at him. "Hey, Spigotbreath! Can't catch me!"

As Darkwing had hoped, all of Liquidator's attention turned to him. Licky said something about how catching him would be easier than catching the common cold, but Darkwing was already on the run.

"About time you showed up, Dad..." Gosalyn grumbled, finally able to take a seat as Launchpad wiped the sweat off his brow.

"Phew. For a second there, I thought I was gonna have ta' crash-land this baby," Launchpad patted the jet's dash affectionately.

The engine sputtered and died down.

"Uh oh..." Both passengers whimpered. The Thunderquack dipped into a nose dive.

"Launchpad, doesn't this thing have an extra engine or something?" Gosalyn asked.

"Yeah, it did! Until Liquidator took it out!"

"Oh no."

Both screamed as Launchpad tried steering toward the bay. The nose took out a weather vane and a cupola on a roof as it picked up speed. The jet struck the water with enough force to raise the boats to pier level.

Darkwing paused and saw the Thunderquack sinking. "Launchpad!"

Liquidator plowed a fist into Darkwing's jaw. Darkwing was only down for a second before scrambling back toward the crash. Liquidator blocked him. "Bodies in motion need extra hydration!" he taunted.

"Liquidator, do something! Launchpad could be drowning!" Darkwing exclaimed.

"What's in it for me?"

Darkwing dumped the contents of his wallet. A few coins rolled at his feet and two tens fluttered down.

Liquidator laughed. "You expect me to do something out of character for twenty bucks and bus change! You'll have to do better than that!"

Darkwing tried slipping past his foe, but Licky pulled him back. "You've got to let me go! Our rivalry isn't worth losing a life!"

"Make me a deal and I'll fish out the whole plane! Can you do any better?"

"Alright fine! I won't take you to jail! I'll let you rob whatever you want!"

Licky crossed his arms and grinned devilishly.

Darkwing'd had enough and charged right through Licky's torso, shrugging off his cape and hat as he ran. He dove in and breaststroked to the barely protruding jet wing. Taking several deep breaths, Darkwing dove for the safety release on the cockpit. It was jammed.

Darkwing banged his fist against the glass and froze. Launchpad was in the back, hoisting a small form over the water level. Launchpad met Darkwing's eyes and frowned.

"GOSALYN!" Darkwing screamed, bubbles pouring from his mouth.

Darkwing rammed his shoulder against the bulletproof glass unthinkingly. Then he remembered the hatch on the bottom of the jet and tugged on it. Launchpad pounded from the other side. The water pressure was too much for either of them.

Launchpad tapped out "SOS". Darkwing hammered back, but belatedly remembered "SOS" and "GO" were the only Morse code signals Launchpad knew.

As a last resort, Darkwing tried his gadgets, even going so far as to use one of his buzz saw cufflinks, but the battery quickly fizzled underwater. He was out of air and ideas.

He felt something tap his shoulder and turned to see Licky's face hovering beside him. Darkwing surfaced and Licky followed him up.

"My daughter's down there! She doesn't deserve to die! Please, I'll do anything you want! Anything! Just help!"

"Well in that case..." Licky dove down.

Drawing all the water into himself, Liquidator grew to behemoth proportions and easily lifted the crippled plane to shore. Tearing off the cockpit cover, Licky vacuumed out the water and deposited the wet passengers on the pier.

Launchpad immediately started CPR on Gosalyn as Darkwing scrambled toward them.

Quackerjack snuck behind the unaware hero, but Licky held him back.

"What are you doing? Now's our chance!" Quackerjack snarled.

"What could be more heart wrenching, more agonizing, more devastating than holding the life of a child in your hands? Darkwing is suffering more now than any physical pain will ever cause him. Let him have this moment to himself. I've got his word that he'll do anything I ask. And no hero goes back on his word, including Darkwing Duck!"

Quackerjack thought this over before grinning and rubbing his hands together. "Well then, that's another game altogether..."

"Gosalyn! My little baby! Come on, Pumpkin, come back to me!" Darkwing pressed on Gosalyn's chest for the fifth time.

Launchpad stood off to the side, worriedly wringing his flight cap. Finally Gosalyn gasped and coughed up a stream of water. Darkwing scooped her into his damp arms and held her close.

"You're alive! Thank heavens, you're alive! Oh, Gos, I thought I'd lost you..."

"Boy, that was a close one, DW. Who'd have thought Liquidator would be the one to save the day?"

"Don't remind me..." Darkwing groaned, still cradling his little girl. "This never should have happened."

"You're telling me!" Launchpad exclaimed indignantly. "I thought the Thunderquack's design was flawless. Who'd a thought one little latch would make that much difference."

"No, I mean Gos shouldn't have been here in the first place! You should have left her home!" Darkwing snapped.

Launchpad's face fell. Fighting tears, he choked out his explanation. "I'm sorry DW, but I didn't even know she was with me until I got here. I told her to buckle up right after Liquidator hit us."

"Never mind. As soon as we get home, I'm handing this case over to S.H.U.S.H. I don't know what Liquidator wants from me, but it can't be anything good. I'm not giving him a chance to call it even."

Gosalyn started to stir.

Darkwing teared with relief as he watched her beloved face turn toward his. She met his eyes and he felt warm all over, despite the cold from his soaked suit. But something wasn't right... Gosalyn's eyes weren't quite focussed as she stared dully at him.

"Gos, Honey...?"

She stared at his face for several more moments. Then her whole body tensed and she shrieked! Darkwing jumped to his feet, thinking some horrible creature had snuck up on him, but nobody was there. Not even Launchpad. Looking back at Gosalyn in confusion, he saw her staring at his face again. When they made eye contact, her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

"Gee, what made her do that, DW? Gos never fainted before..." Launchpad wondered aloud, scratching his head.

Darkwing stared, crestfallen. "I think she was afraid of me..."