Danny sat on one of the bean bags, seeminly intentent on ignoring the ghosts of Batman and one of his sidekicks. "Controversal opinion. Billionaires should be treated like dragons. They hoard wealth, terrorize people and generally be selfish dicks so it should be legal to break into thier homes, beat them up and take thier stuff."
Sam snorted, and Tuckers' eyes gained that particular gleam. "Oh, I would love that!" Tucker shouted seemily oblivious to the two (extra) ghosts in the room. He tapped away on his tablet as he began talking about how they could be millionaires within weeks.
The bats snooped around the room as they spoke. Obviously not caring one bit about Danny's privacy. They would share looks with eachother whenever they found something particularly concerning, like Danny's bloody med kit or the pair of Fenton works blasters lying broken and leaking ectoplasm on his bathroom sink. For some reason the ghosts were very concerned about the ectoplasm but Danny didn't get why.
He thought maybe they would be overjoyed considering they were transparent and likely very weak but instead of olabsorbing it like most ghosts would do to get stronger, they treated it like it was radioactive.
For all Danny knew, it might be.
