Bruce Wayne was awakened by the bouncing of his and his wife's king sized bed. He opened his eyes, and saw his two children jumping over his legs. His daughter miscalculated her jump and landed on top of his wife's legs. Selina sat up with a start. Bruce could tell she still wasn't used to being shaken awake at seven in the morning.

His five year old daughter crawled up to the top of the bed in between her parents and hugged her mother.

"Sorry Mommy." Their daughter Kaylee said in her soft, quiet voice.

Bruce smiled as his wife also smiled, and pulled Kaylee into a hug. "It's alright sweetheart. You just scared mommy. That's all." Selina said, looking over at her husband and laughing lightly.

Just then, the Wayne's eight year old son Bruce Wayne Jr. tackled his father before looking over at his mother. "Mom you're NEVER scared! Ain't she dad?" Bruce Jr. said, looking at his father.

Bruce laughed and shook his head. "I don't know about that Sport. I know I get scarred sometimes, so why can't she?"

Both children sat up instantly. "No way!" They both scream at their parents, as if they had just suggested that they really lived on Mars and not Earth.

"Oh, yes way." Selina said, sitting up. "You remember when you kids were taken by the Phantom Ghost?" She asked. Just the thought of the man, who had clearly been out of his mind when he had kidnapped both his kids and his wife, made Bruce shudder.

"Oh yea!" Bruce Jr. said, in his usual loud and rambunctious way. "That guy was a bitch!"

Both Selina's and Bruce's mouths dropped open.

"Young man where did you learn that word?!" Selina asked, grabbing his wrist in her quick, agile way before her eight year old son could escape.

"Ace taught it to me! Ace taught it to me! I promise!" He squealed.

"Oh did she now?" Bruce asked, looking at Selina. The look on her face told him that she was thinking the same thing. They had a bone to pick with their adopted teenage daughter.

But before either could tell the other how they would "talk" to their daughter, Kaylee spoke up.

"Mommy, can you tell us the story again?" She asked, looking at her mother, her favorite parent, with wide eyes.

"What story?" Selina asked her daugher, who cuddled up in between her mother and father.

"You know!" Bruce Jr. piped up. "The one about the Phantom Ghost!"

"You kids know it better than us" Bruce said. "You lived it too."

"Yea but you tell it better!" His son said.

Kids. They melt your heart Bruce thought to himself.

"Alright alright we'll tell you the story" Selina said, smiling. Her agreeal to tell the story was met with cheers from the kids.

"It all started one dark night, in an alley behind the police office…."