Not sure if I want to write more of this or not, so for now it's a one-shot!

Danny wrapped a sly arm around his wife, Samantha 'Sam' Fenton, who was busy cooking dinner. He heard a light chuckle emit from her mouth, and he reached over to kiss her cheek. Before he could, she whipped her spoon up and lightly hit him on the mouth, "Do you see a 'Kiss the Cook' apron anywhere? No. I'm busy."

The macaroni tasted pretty good, to Danny's delight, so he didn't really mind being rejected, "Aw, c'mon Sammy. Just one little kiss?"

"No."

Danny sighed; there really was no arguing with Sam, half ghost or not. He settled for resting his hands on her waist and laying his chin on her shoulder. Humming a soft melody, he swayed the two of them back and forth as she stirred the vegan hot dog and macaroni mixture. The soft green and blue paint on the wall in front of them had red crayon scribbled all over it, but not near the ground. Rather, the bright red pictures depicting the Fenton family decorated the ceiling.

A hand tapped twice at his hip, and he gave a grunt as Sam spoke to him, "Go check on James and Lilith, Danny. Can't have them getting into too much trouble, now can we?" Danny quickly pressed his lips against his wife's temple, who sighed at his antics, and released his hold on her.

Instead of taking the stairs, Danny floated upwards and let intangibility take hold of his body as he phased through the ceiling to the top floor of the house into his daughter's room. His head popped out through the floor, and he put on a wide grin as he watched his two kids play together.

Lilith held a model rocket tight in her fist, making it zoom around and making whooshing noises as she ran around the room. Her platinum gold hair, which looked white in certain lights, were becoming undone from the pigtails Danny had painstakingly put them in earlier. The three year old giggled to herself, and stumbled forward. Before hitting the ground, however, her feet lifted off the ground until she was flying. Her flying wasn't steady, of course, but she laughed all the same.

Her brother, James, had a book spread out on the floor. His dark hair covered his bright purple eyes from Danny's view, and the father took note of the symbols on colorful paper surrounding the book; one of Sam's old spellbooks. The five year old outstretched his hand, the tan skin running over the words of the book. James huffed in frustration as he realized nothing was happening.

Hands wiggled themselves around the young boy, who squealed with delight as his father threw him up in the air, only to catch him as he fell back down. Lilith laughed and flew lazily next to Danny, "Whatcha doin', squirts?"

His daughter, in all her glory smiled as beautifully as she could with her two front teeth missing, and cheerfully lisped, "I flew wif the rocket!"

He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, still having a tight grip on his son, who wasn't as skilled in his flying abilities as his sister, "I see that now! You're growing so fast!" He tickled James' sides, who giggled at Danny, "And what were you doing, little man?"

James smiled sheepishly and blushed harshly while looking away, "I wanted to try summoning Cujo…"

"Oh, my kids are both growing up so fast!" The twenty-six year old smiled brightly and gave his son a slobbery kiss on the cheek. James may not be as skilled at flying like his sister, but summoning? He was a natural at making portals, and with proper training would even have his powers rival Wulf's.

James yelped and pushed at his father while wiping his cheek on his oversized sweater, "Daddy! Stop it!"

"Nah," He began planting kisses all along the side of his son's face while Lilith laughed at them. The small girl must've felt left out, because she tackled her floating father and held on tightly to his leg. Danny gave an animalistic smile before grabbing his kids and holding them up against the ceiling. The squirmed and squealed while their father alternated giving them raspberries on their cheeks and bellies.

Before they could continue their game, the three Fentons heard Sam yell from the bottom of the stairs, "Dinner's ready! Get down here and set the table, or else you don't get anything!"

Danny winked at the two of his kids, holding James with one arm and holding his finger in front of his lips. The two children became quiet while the dad flew through the floor with the kids in tow. Setting James down as to not make any noise, he snuck up behind his wife.

Sam was busy pouring glasses of soy milk for the family, her hands steady and her hair was pulled back away from her face. The halfa silently sauntered his way through the kitchen, stretched out his arms, and suddenly grabbed her waist.

But she didn't even flinch; in fact, she just leaned back and tilted her head over her shoulder to give him a small kiss on the cheek, "We've lived together for seven years, Danny. You can't scare me anymore."

"Not even a little flinch?" He grumbled softly, "Man I thought I had you that time!" Sam gave out a small snort before turning around to see her family.

Danny's bright blue eyes shone in the kitchen light, the color many shades lighter than the NASA shirt he sported. Her son, the quiet one of the family, was already next to her and got his cup of milk off of the counter. She ran a hand through his unruly hair which was much like his father's. Lilith was laughing, her body defying gravity as she floated through the air. One of the pigtails had fallen out, letting the hair freely disperse in the air. Her eyes, like Sam's, crinkled at the edges when they smiled.

All in all, Sam believed she had a beautiful and wonderful family on her hands, no matter how weird their situations could get.

The Fentons grabbed their plates, silverware, and glasses before sitting down at the table. Danny helped his daughter get down off of the ceiling while Sam got a wet cloth to clean off marker that had somehow gotten on James' face. Before long, they were all seated and happily eating together at the table, and each had thanked Sam for the meal.

It was interesting cooking for herself and half ghosts, the mother mused as she ate her meal. The woman had noticed an increase in appetite for the two children, and Danny could eat enough for three grown men and still maintain his healthy and fit figure. He had assured Sam that it was normal; after testing how long he could withstand not eating for a long period of time, Danny had realized that half ghosts took a lot more energy than regular humans. Of course, the ghostly Fentons didn't have to sleep too much; the two spouses had figured that much out in high school what with Danny's late night ghost fights and with Lily and James able to be healthy with only 6 hours of sleep.

Sam leaned on Danny's arms as they ate, "So, anything fun happen today at school, James? What about daycare, Lily-bug?"

The purple-eyes boy smiled sheepishly and spoke softly underneath his breath, "Marcus and I played superheroes on the playground today…"

Danny chuckled, "Who were you today? Batman or Superman?"

"I'm always Batman!" James said, almost exasperatedly, "Marcus has blue eyes, so he's Superman, and I'm quiet, so I am Batman!" He seemed surprised that his father even had to ask.

The two parents smiled at the young boy, who so adamantly only wanted to be Batman for any playtime involving the Justice League. Ever since Danny had taken him to let him see the Hall of Justice (from a civilian's standpoint, of course), he's become a bit obsessed with the man. Danny turned his attention to his little girl, "And what did you do in daycare today, sweetheart?"

She smiled proudly, showing off the little gap in her teeth, "I drew picture of a ghostie!"

Sam smiled at the little girl and stood up, grabbing her plate. She kissed the girl on the forehead before grabbing her daughter's empty glass, "Who was it, dear?"

"Uncle Frosty!" Danny chuckled; if only he could see the faces of the daycare teachers when she drew the drawing of the giant yeti. He watched Sam put her dishes in the sink and refill Lilith's glass with more soy milk. He grabbed his own empty plate and walked over to the sink, giving Sam an unexpected nudge with his hip. She rolled her eyes at him, but continued walking forward and handing the half-full glass to her daughter.

Danny began doing the dishes, scrubbing off every last piece of food and washing it with soap before putting it on the drying rack. He was in the middle of washing some silverware when he felt a tug on his leg. Looking down, he noticed no one was there. Danny looked on the other side to see that his son was carefully setting down his plate on the counter next to him. The father sighed, a small chuckle escaping his lips, "Man, I swear you got at least a little bit of teleportation."

He felt a hand grab his pant leg, and Lilith was there holding an empty plate with one hand and rubbing her eyes with the other, "No, you just don't pay 'ttention."

The father gave a slight blush and mumbled under his breath while Sam laughed at him from the table. She scrubbed the wood down to make sure it was sanitized before plucking the plate out of her daughter's hand, "Your father doesn't pay attention, does he?" She put the plate in the sink and the dishrag on the countertop before picking up the small girl, "C'mon you two; let's get your pajamas on and then you can watch cartoons before bed, alright?"

The two children obeyed right away, Lilith clutching her mom's shoulder and James trailing close behind them. Danny chuckled as he watched the kids and his wife head upstairs. He quickly finished the dishes, and began shutting the blinds around the house. Even though they lived on the outskirts of Metropolis, the bright lights would always bother the kids as they went to bed. With the blinds shut, cartoons on, and after dinner chores done, the father sat on the couch.

A little girl cuddled up in his lap and he gave the daughter a kiss on the crown of her head as she leaned back comfortably on his chest. His wife joined him shortly after, and she sat next to him while leaning into his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around Sam's waist, and James came bounding over to sit on his wife's lap.

He gave a small peck on Sam's temple, who sighed happily against him. Danny never would've guessed he'd have made it this far in life without major incident. He had two beautiful kids, a loving wife, and lived in one of the most protected cities in the country so that he didn't need to be a superhero anymore. It was heaven being able to be here for his family.

Of course his parents didn't seem to approve of him and Sam moving out of Amity Park, Indiana to Metropolis, Delaware. But the married couple really couldn't give them the 'Phantom wants to be there for his family' spiel, seeing as they, along with Tucker, Jazz, and their kids, held that secret close to their hearts. So they had to give the lame excuse that they didn't want to constantly fear ghosts attacking their children.

Which was true, Danny supposed, but ghost attacks had went severely down in his junior and senior year of high school. Seems defeating Pariah Dark had its perks; respect enough to leave him and his family alone.

Just as the kids were about to fall asleep (and Danny as well), the doorbell rang.

The halfa blearily looked over at the time; 9:15. Who would be at their door at such a late time without calling ahead first? One of the only people who would do such a thing would be Jazz, but she was at a psychiatrist's convention, which Danny didn't even know existed, and would be happy never going to one. The only other would be Danielle, but she was on an anniversary vacation with Valerie. Before he was able to see who it was, Lilith and James had shot off of the couch to open the door.

Sam sighed and made her way to get up, but Danny pushed her back down and got up himself. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips, a smile gracing the both of them as he pulled away, "I'll go see who it is; you just need to relax."

"Relax? Me?" Sam smiled and kissed her husband once more before releasing him, "When have you ever known me to relax, Danny?" The man smiled and walked over to where his children were gaping in front of the open door.

Lilith was obviously the first one there, what with her and her seemingly boundless amounts of energy. As she turned around to find her brother, however, she noticed he was standing right next to her. Despite all that dad said, she had to admit that James' ability to be constantly silent unnerved her… whatever that meant.

James opened the door for his sister, not bothering to look up as he spoke softly to the people outside, "This is the Fenton residence, how can we help you?"

A deep chuckle filled the air, and James decided to look up (but only after his sister had reached over and crushed his foot underneath her own. Two capes filled his view, one a bright red while the other was dark as night. The purple eyes of the boy slowly climbed their way up the two men in the doorway, and his mouth slowly gaped open. A large 'S' met his view, and bright blue and yellow splashed in the mix of the red cape. But he was more concerned about the more quiet and serious hero; Batman.

Five years old, and the kid felt like he was about to have a heart attack. Batman was in his doorway! Wait until Marcus hears about this! He heard the heavy footsteps of his father, and turned his open mouth to glance behind him, "Lilith, James, what did I tell you about opening the door for...strangers…"

The two heroes took in the man in front of them. Dark hair and bright blue eyes that matched the little girl, and could pass as Robin's older brother. A NASA shirt graced him, and even seemed to be too big on the man, but the Leaguers could see the obvious physique underneath the baggy clothing. Tall, too, and the father seemed to tower over the two men. The bright blue eyes widened in shock at seeing the two heroes, and he bent down slowly, picking up both of his kids.

With his daughter in his right arm and his son in his left, he called over his shoulder, "Sam? You remember how I was telling you to relax?"

The two men could hear a woman's voice from beyond the doorway, "Losing your memory at twenty-six Danny. That's pretty sad."

"Can you please take the little ones upstairs, love?" Sam knew something was wrong. Danny, although he had an entire arsenal full of embarrassing nicknames for her, had always opted for Sammykins or Sammy when calling her an affectionate nickname. Love seemed to be much too formal for him, and she took the hint by grabbing the Fenton Wrist Ray out from underneath the couch and putting it on. It was a stylish bracelet, and deadly, at least to ghosts. To humans the most it could do would be leave a major bruise and maybe a scorch mark.

She turned off the television and walked calmly over, straightening her clothes as she walked over. Seeing the two heroes, she stopped in her tracks, pausing midstep. She shook her head to clear it, and slung James onto her back and Lilith onto her front. The wife gave a small glare to the men at the door before kissing her husband on the cheek, "I'll make sure they stay in bed, and I'll be right down, alright?"

Danny hummed and nodded. The three men gazed at each other as they heard the woman's footsteps become farther and farther away, and when they heard a door shut, Danny moved aside and gestured them to come in, "I'll take you to the kitchen, where we can discuss why the two of you came here."

Superman had to admit; he was slightly jealous of the set up Mr. Fenton had. Two kids, a wife, and a nice home? He wished someday he and Lois would be able to have the same. Looking around the kitchen as Mr. Fenton made them coffee, a sudden noise broke the silence.

Samantha Fenton walked through the doorway, and after sharing a small glance with her husband, sat down across from Batman and Superman. She crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair, showing the two men that she was the obvious one meant for negotiations, "So, two heroes on the Justice League decide to go and visit a citizen and their family in their home," She uncrossed her legs so she could lean forward and rested her arms on the table, "I don't get it."

Danny, holding two cups of coffee plus two more in the crooks of his elbows sat down next to his wife. He gave the men their respective cups, and carefully handed Sam her Ghostbusters mug. Kissing her forehead softly before turning to the two men, he raised his eyebrows, "It's alright, I suppose. But you mind calling ahead before scaring our kids to death?" Or at least more dead, I guess.

Batman curled his hand around the mug, but didn't take a sip, "Mr. Fenton, we need to talk about-"

"Woah, woah, woah!" The father set down his coffee cup and raised his hands up in a mock surrender, "Enough with the Mr. Fenton; that's what people call my dad. You should just call me Danny."

The darker superhero paused a moment before continuing, "There's been a problem in Gotham, and I trust you are familiar with this." He took out some files and handed it to the couple across from them.

Sam took it first and opened it up. Both Fentons' eyebrows rose up in surprise, and began reading the files quickly. Danny was shocked; Skulker, Box Ghost, Technus, and Johnny 13 and Kitty have all been spotted in Gotham. He greedily let his eyes practically absorb the page, and Sam was reading along with him. The two looked almost comical, Superman decided. When one was finished with the page, they would sit and wait for the other before turning. It was rather cute.

The wife of the family tore her eyes from the files to meet those of Batman, "What does this have to do with us?"

The hero took a sip of the bitter coffee, "Those beings have been found stealing in Gotham, and nothing we do affects them. Our attacks go right through them, and seeing as you are the closest family we know that has lived in Amity Park, we came to you."

"That's not all," Danny mused, "You came here because you know who my parents are."

The cowled man gave a slight smirk, "Yes. Your parents are ghost hunters, and have been known to deal with these ghosts before. We didn't have time to go all the way to Amity Park, so we came to you." The halfa nodded, a slight smile across his face.

"So you want us to put our children in danger to help you fight?" The man's smile suddenly went dark, darker than Superman had thought the seemingly cheerful man could be, "I'm sorry, but I can't just go to Gotham and leave my family behind."

Superman held his hands up; this wasn't how this was supposed to go, "We aren't asking you to fight, Danny. We're asking for help."

"I'm not leaving," Danny said, wrapping a hand around his wife's. He couldn't leave, "Because of my parents, we constantly live in fear that some ghost will try and enact revenge against my family."

The two heroes looked at each other. Superman could already tell what his partner was thinking; they couldn't be ghosts. Ghosts didn't exist. But both let it slide, seeing as it was something that the man had grown up on with his parents being 'ghosthunters.' Batman then did something that Superman didn't think he would do, "You can take them with you."

Sam hooked an ankle around Danny's ankle and nudged it upwards. It was an easy enough message for Danny to understand, "And our kids?"

"They'll be safe," Superman said.

Batman continued for his fellow leaguer, "You can come to Rhode Island. We have people there that can house you while you teach us-"

"Who said we'd be teaching?" Danny raised his eyebrows.

The dark man continued, "We aren't asking a civilian to fight. You should expect to bring weapons over to Happy Harbor, where you will teach us how they work so that we can defend ourselves and other citizens."

The two lovers looked at each other. Was it worth it? They'd be risking so much; their safety, their children's safety, and the hiding of Phantom. Hell, he was supposed to be avoiding this! Danny would be risking the Justice League finding out his secret. But the way Sam looked at him, he knew that he had to do what was right. Not only was his moral compass telling him to, but his obsession was going crazy. Protecting people… Batman sure knew how to push his buttons. Sam nodded to him, knowing what Danny's ultimate decision would be.

But Danny didn't say yes. No, instead he looked passed the two heroes and hollered, "James, Lilith! Get down here please; I know you're at the top of the stairs."

Two pairs of loud feet came bounding down the stairs, and Superman was surprised that he couldn't hear them earlier. A small white-haired girl and a dark-haired boy poked their heads through the doorway of the kitchen. The daughter smiled widely, showing her missing teeth, "Are we gonna go on a field trip?"

Sam got up, "I thought you two were in bed."

The kids gulped as their mother walked toward them and picked them both up with ease. Batman raised an eyebrow; that's got to be at least seventy pounds, and to be able to pick them up that easily? The woman's got to be strong, "C'mere, family meeting."

"We can leave so you guys can discuss," Superman suggested.

Sam and Danny thanked them, and the two heroes left the room to go into the living room. Danny picked up James and held him on his hip while Sam did the same to Lilith. He squeezed his son close to him as he spoke softly in Esperanto, "What should we do?"

The little children both shrugged, and James answered for the both of them, "Can't we just drop off the guns and come back home?"

Sam sighed, "It's not that easy," she murmured, "It sounds like they want us to help train the Justice League to fight against ghosts." Her Esperanto didn't come as easily to her, seeing as she had to learn it fairly quickly when her kids would slip into it. Apparently speaking dead languages was one of the main ways to communicate among other ghosts.

"Daddy, what do you think?" James questioned.

The man leaned his head against his son's shoulder, and groaned. His eyes flashed a bright green, making his son smile; it had been so long since his father had fought ghosts for a greater purpose when he wasn't sparring against them for training, "Not only is it the right thing to do, but my core is going crazy right now. We should accept and do this job quickly."

"What if they find out?" Lilith choked out. She was easily the most easily frightened of the bunch, and after overhearing what her dad had told her mom what happens to ghosts caught by the government, she's been very cautious.

Sam kissed her daughter's forehead, "They won't find out, Lily-bug." The small three-year-old buried her head into her mother's shoulder, "Daddy and I will make sure they never find out about us, okay?"

Lilith only nodded at her, and Sam realized that was the most she was likely going to get. The mother nodded at Danny, who called out, in English, "Okay, we've made a decision." He adjusted James on his hip as he walked through the door to see the two heroes standing behind his couch.

The two looked at the family of four, and Danny sighed before running a hand through his hair, "You'll need to give us time to pack."