DarkWing Duck Fanfiction: Orphan Fraud - 3. Choice
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
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
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
And tonight was no
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
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
“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
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
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.
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
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.
Gosalyn muttered, seeing the bottle. She looked up into the tree and
saw two familiar eyes looking down at her.
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.”
“It was ONE vase!
One! And that crazy couple was screaming as if I broke every vase in
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.
A woman’s voice came
around the corner. “That’s the headmistress,” Gosalyn said to
“I better go,”
Darkwing climbed back up into the tree. “I’ll visit you tonight.”
Gosalyn shoved up her hand towards him.
linked the small finger together with hers. “Love you.”
headmistress appeared on the scene. “There you are, girl. We got
the AC going. Come inside.”
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
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
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.
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