Danny woke up, stretched and headed down to the junkyard. He was the son for two inventors after all. And he couldn't afford the flashy stuff on a government salary. It was good enough pay, but it wasn't Bruce Wayne paycheck good.
As soon as he got into downtown Gotham he heard a chorus of shouting and saw a few heroes. Batman was one of them.
"Yo Danny!"
Danny looked over and saw Tom who was pointing.
"Two crack pots with weapons keep going on about ghosts"
Danny got a bad feeling.
"Where is it? Where's that ecto scum?" Jack hollered.
"Put the weapons down, I will engage to detain you and I will use force" Superman threatened.
Jack pointed the weopen at Superman and Danny knew he had to act. He ran forward and stepped in front of his parents holding his hands out shielding them from the heroes.
"What, who are you? Is that a Clean up crew uniform?"
Danny looked down and realized he hadn't changed his clothes before leaving the house.
He sighed and put his hand down.
"It's my job" he said in a half groan.
"And these two are harmless" he said waving his hand at Maddie and Jack.
"How can we take your word for it"
"They're my parents, they are scientists who focus mostly on the paranormal"
He turned to Maddie.
"I thought you were watching dad!"
Maddie sighed.
"I was, but then he thought he heard someone say something about a ghost and he saw the heroes. I think we both got confused" she said rubbing her temple.
Danny wanted to rip his hair out.
"Ok well, next time don't point your anti-ghost weopen's at people please, thank you"
The heroes had been watching this interesting back and forth.
"They're very VERY sorry" Danny gently took the Fenton ghost blaster from Jack's hands.
"These guns aren't able to hurt humans, but they are kind of untested on other species. If your going to have them arrested I'll follow along so I can bail them out"
Superman chuckled.
"No, this seems like an honest misunderstanding. I respect your parents field of work. I just hope they work on their weopen handling."
Danny nodded giving his father a stern look. Though Jack was like a puppy, it was hard to stay mad at him for long.
"They won't be arrested then? Thank you so much for understanding" Danny said rubbing the back of his neck.
"No problem, before you go, can you tell the clean up crew that we heroes really do appreciate you all"
Danny smiled and nodded.
"Yeah I think I can do that"
"If you don't mind I would like to escort your parents home. I would also like to take a look at their weapons"
Danny was crying inside. He just wanted to relax.
"Yeah of course. Completely understandable"
"We can all take the Fenton Assault Vehicle!"
Superman gave Danny a puzzled look.
"He means the RV" Maddie chimed in.
"Dad, no. I'm sure they wouldn't want to ride in that vehicle" Danny said shaking his head.
"Ok, well, I guess we'll meet you there"
He turned to the heroes.
"I'm really sorry about them, they can be a little bit much sometimes so I'm grateful for your patience"
Superman nodded.
"Sounds like you got your hands full"
Danny laughed it off. He led them to the small house they had bought. It looked like a cross between a conspiracy theories house and an end-of-the-worlder.
As Danny led them to the portal-les lab, he got struck in the head with ecto-rang.
"Ow, not again"
Maddie shrugged.
"No matter what we do, our inventions always seem to attack our son"
Danny sighed and put the "weopen" in a closed drawer.
"Interesting. I thought it was made with ghosts in mind" Batman said with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Yeah well, I've been around too many ectoplasmic things, by now I must be contaminated" Danny said half joking as he took a glowing fishing rod from his father's hands.
Superman didn't like the sound of that. Was Danny always hurt in his parents inventions? All throughout his childhood too?
Danny did his best to explain the weopen's, his parents did better at explaining the mechanics of them. It wasn't that Danny couldn't, it was just, the inventor knows the invention better.
"Some of these weopen's appear dangerous, as long as they get them approved and promise not to make scene again, we'll let this go"
"They promise, right guys"
Maddie shook her head with a sullen expression.
"I'll make sure to keep an eye on my rather, enthusiastic husband" Maddie said.
Danny walked out with the heroes.
"Your job sounds stressful"
Danny scoffed.
"Most are. While you are fighting off lizard men we are treating citizens and making sure buildings don't collapse. There can be a lot of cars that need to be towed after a big fight in the middle of the city"
Superman nodded.
"You've opened my eyes, I hope we get a chance to discuss again like this"
Danny nodded.
"Of course"
"I have to leave, be safe out there!" Superman said before taking off.
"How long were you affected by your parents weopen's?"
Danny was taken aback by Batmans sudden interest.
"I don't really know when it started" he lied.
He knew exactly why he was the prime target of his parents anti-ghost weopen's. He, himself, was half ghost.
"Please have a good rest of your day" Danny said before parting ways with Batman.
He took the long way to the dump just to make sure he want being followed. When he sure he wasn't he rummaged to his hearts content.
Meanwhile Clark Kent was having a field day writing about the events that had just occured.
He kept out names of course, he wasn't a dirty journalist after all.
"Here you go sir" the newest member of Daily Planet.
"Thanks Weston" Clark said absently. He rarely drank coffee.
Wes leaned over Clarks shoulders.
"Ghost scientist couple" he read. A smirk formed on his face.
"Must be about those Fenton"
Clark snapped his head up at the remark.
"You know them?"
"Oh boy do I, and I have some interesting theories-"
Wes was cut off by the manager of the department who just happened to be doing performance checks that day.
"We don't deal with theories Weston, we deal with facts"
Wes scowled.
"I have plenty of evidence, but no believes me!"
Clark had to step away at that moment and ultimately forgot about Wes Weston's theory.
"I got this job just to expose Danny Fenton, and I WILL!" He vowed.