#goslyn

Donald to Dewey to webby

Luie to Lena and

huewy to Violet.

But I'd like to raise you this: we know who Webby correlates to in this way and its Della, not Donald.

Theres supposed to be four guys. - Goslyn anyone? And shes def gonna be louie/Featherly.

Lena is the Dewey/Donald. Shes protective, emotional, working on some insecurities.

Goslyn... is gonna be a piece of work. I've only looked at the og darkwing duck a little and that girl is some serious chaotic energy. I saw an episode where she sees DW magically turned into a bull and the first thing she asks is "can you turn him into a pudding?" And when it eventually happens she ASKS WHAT FLAVOR.

“Where were you?” Drake asked suspiciously as his daughter walked through the door about a minute before curfew. He knew, of course.

“Hanging out at Lena’s.”

“Okay, where does she live?”

“That’s classified.”

“You do realize she’s a criminal, right?”

“She steals cars, big deal. You fight people who try to destroy the city on a daily basis. Your girlfriend used to be evil.”

“That’s completely different.”

Goslyn shrugged, yawning, and Drake sighed.

* * * * * *

“I am the terror that flaps in the night--”

Lena sighed, looking up from the car she was hot wiring. “Don’t you have a banana monster to fight or something?”

“Slow night.”

“Damn. Shoulda asked Morgana to whip something up for you.”

“Hey, don’t be lazy. If you want a monster to distract me, summon one up yourself.”

“Good point.”

She waved her hand, and swirling pink energy wrapped around a nearby light pole, turning into... well, Drake wasn’t entirely sure. But the light part had teeth now.

“Thanks for the idea!” Lena called as she finally got the car started and got in, taking off down the street.

* * * * * *

“You let her get away.”

“I do not!”

Morgana rolled her eyes. “I’ve been working with Lena for over a  year. It’s entirely possible to make her stop doing something. You’re not trying.”

Drake huffed. “I just don’t want to hurt her. Out of respect for her family.”

“And, presumably, if you did hurt her you’d incur the wrath of the world’s oldest, richest, and best connected duck. Plus your daughter. Plus Bentina Beakley’s freakishly strong granddaughter.”

“Hmph. I’m not afraid of them.” Morgana raised an eyebrow. “...Okay I’m a little afraid of Webby.”

“I think she’s the one who would scare me most as well. It’s okay.”

“Can’t you talk to her? You’re her teacher, she respects you.”

“Darling, she respects you, too. If she didn’t she would have already turned you into a toad.”

* * * * * *

“I’m going out, Gos, try not to -- oh, Webby!”

“Hey Mr. Mallard!” Webby beamed. Drake looked between them for a minute.

“Is she in the closet?”

“No, I think she shadow-ported out. Can Webby stay over?”

“And Lena, I assume.” Goslyn smiled innocently. “Fine.”

* * * * * *

"DW!” Launchpad scooped Drake up into a hug as soon as Beakley let them into the mansion.

“Hey LP, hey Mrs. B,” Goslyn said as she ducked around them and hurried for the stairs.

“They’re in the den.”

She whirled on the spot and went toward the den instead. The sound of teenage laughter echoed from the room.

“She’s in there, isn’t she?”

“Yes, and you know the rules,” Beakley said sternly. “You do not try to apprehend Lena and turn her over to the police on holidays.”

“Fine.” Drake huffed. “Do you know where she’s living these days?”

“That’s classified.” Of course it was. “Move it along, kids, dinner’s almost ready.”

“It can’t be almost ready!” Dewey protested as he bounded out of the room, followed by his brothers. “The most important thing isn’t here yet.”

“Your mother and uncle are in the kitchen pretending they’re not stealing bits of turkey.”

“Not them. The pie!”

“And the people bringing it,” Webby reminded Dewey sternly. It had been months since any of them had seen Violet in person -- one of her fathers had gotten a new job in New Duck City, and she had been accepted into some super elite school thing that had her on track to start college next year.

The doorbell rang, right on schedule, and Beakley opened it to reveal Violet and her fathers. “Violeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!” Webby squealed, running across the foyer and hugging her tight.

“What is with all this racket,” Scrooge grumbled as he made his way downstairs. “Let’s get this meal going. I assume we all remember about not being enemies during Thanksgiving.”

“Of course, of course,” Lena said breezily, hugging Violet and her fathers. “There will be no car theft while I’m here.”

“I’m not asking for miracles, lass...”

* * * * * *

Three months later, Lena helped Darkwing Duck save St. Canard from being destroyed by a super bomb. A day later, Drake’s car disappeared. Two days later, it reappeared, completely fixed. When he tugged down the visor, he found a carefully painted moon with a bracelet wrapped around it, and rolled his eyes.

Best Dad ever!

Hands down one of my favorite characters, and show I ever saw growing up. The love they showed between Darkwing and his adopted Daughter was so heart warming and believable.