Hi, it's me again. First I want to apologise for my inaction for the past little while.. I'm hoping at least fans of Disney/Darkwing Duck may enjoy what is my first attempt at a Darkwing Duck fanfiction. It's not going to be very long - I'm aiming for a 3 shot though it may be a 5 shot in the end. I have to say now, though - I wish I could remember watching more of D.W Duck when I was little, it's a great show! Jim Cummings has the BEST voice - some of the scenes I have watched make Drake/D.W sound really convincing as a person (eg; 'Remind me to punish you later...'). The other thing I could just die over is the family fluff. There isn't that much, from what I've seen, but it was sooo cute! My favourite examples so far are the tickling, lullaby and adoption scenes from the beginning of Darkly Dawns the Duck (Part 2) and when D.W tells Gosalyn he loves her in Dead Duck.

And general housekeeping duties: I DUN OWN ANY O' DIS STUFF. IT'S TOO AWESOME FOR ME TO OWN. Also please let me know if there's anything I can do to make the characters more in character (I could use a little advice on Launchpad, I was too afraid to include him in this chapter for fear he would be OOC - D.W has gone on a solo mission.) and advance apologies if characters are OOC! -HamPickleSandwich

Sneaking in, in the dead of night, our hero slides his way in without any noise at all! Even the rotating recliners cannot foil this avenger's plans for a quiet entrance. On the very tips of his toes, the masked mallard tiptoes into the kitchen for a delicious dinner deemed fit for Darkwing Duck; in the form of a... GOSALYN?

CRASH!

"Gosalyn Mallard, what are you still doing up in the middle of the night? You should have gone to sleep hours ago!" the masked duck cried, taking his hat off with a very unsophisticated movement. If anything was more worrying than the safety of the citizens of St. Canard, then it was the wellbeing of his daughter; and her staying up this late was no aid to her health. Gosalyn looked up from her smashed plate of peanut butter and jelly sandwich and scowled; the light from the fridge highlighted the forming bags under her eyes.

"I can't help it if I can't do my homework in an hour! My English assignment is hard!" she replied indignantly, her arms sagging as she emphasised the word 'hard'. In a moment of quiet, the crime fighter moved to turn on the kitchen light as the red haired Mallard rummaged in the fridge for a juice box. Her prize attained, she went to reprepare her meal at the kitchen table.

"You said you didn't have any English homework!" Darkwing Duck pointed out, finally, when he sat opposite the girl with his own respective sandwich. Gosalyn looked up at him tiredly; exasperation written all over her face.

"You do remember what happened the last time I told you about my English homework?" she asked, taking a bite out of her sandwich hungrily. This time, it was the father that became exasperated.

"If I recall correctly, it was you that took the Time Top and brought back my ancestors, not me." he replied coolly, taking a retaliatory bite of his sandwich. She pondered this for only a moment.

"That means that it was because of me that your ancestors were really cool and stuff, keen gear!" she exclaimed. Darkwing Duck simply stared at her, eyes narrowed. Gosalyn resumed glaring; taking a long slurp out of her juice box, before suddenly choking on it. The hands that thumped her back carefully were there instantly, true to her father's caring nature. She sputtered appreciatively.

"Since... when... do... we buy... grapefruit juice? Blech! Dad, this stuff is way too sour!" she gasped, pushing away the juice box in disgust.

"Hey, I didn't do the shopping this week, remember?" Darkwing said in defence. He returned to his chair, ignoring his sandwich. He instead observed the girl finish her midnight snack and gulp down her replacement drink (a glass of milk).

They had been together for nearly two years now. Together they had celebrated her ninth and tenth birthday, and shared one Christmas (come to think of it, he would have to think of buying presents soon...) together with his sidekick and best friend, Launchpad McQuack. During that time she had seen him stop crime (even dabbling in the crime fighting business herself) and exercise discipline on criminals and children (namely herself) alike. Despite the precarious balance between his life of crime fighting and his life of being a single parent, despite all of what Gosalyn knew and had seen, she managed to keep him grounded. It had been her spirited self that kept him grounded for the past two years.

She had already dumped her dishes by the sink and turned to leave the kitchen before she noticed him staring.

"Dad...?" she asked, waving her hand in front of his eyes. Darkwing Duck blinked and shook his head, gently slapping her hand away from his face.

"You know, Gosalyn, it's been nearly two years that we've been a family." he quipped, not caring that it was completely irrelevant to their conversation. She cocked her head.

"...yeah? So?" she said back. Darkwing Duck took a large bite out of his sandwich and chewed thoughtfully; reminiscing briefly over the night after they met, when she taught him her lullaby in the tower.

"I dunno. Just something to think about. Brush your teeth before you go to bed," he told her. She went to run up the stairs before he called out to her. "Oh, and Gos?" She turned around suspiciously. He smiled at her, taking off his mask.

"Give me a minute to change and I'll tuck you in." Drake Mallard offered, before gulping down the rest of his sandwich.