“Was there anything else you needed done, Mr. Ghost?”

“Good for you, mate---as it turns out, us living folk do what we can to stay that way.”

❝ i think there must be a better idea, ❞ rac mumbled, sounding almost defeated. he wasn’t really used to working in a ‘team’. he did have his ‘friends’, but they would often times hang around drinking while he was doing the work-- though he did prefer it that way. 

    “ i had hoped you learned your lesson   the last time you tried to  possess me,  boston. “”   it’s less chiding,  more amused,  perhaps   --    something in the stranger,   for once,   seemed  light - hearted.    “ you don’t want to venture in there. “

ur bald

     “Boston.” He greeted the other, not passing more than a glance behind him. “It’s been some time since I’ve seen you in Gotham. What brings you back into the land of the living this time?”

‘now i’m starting to feel it.’ he says glancing up at the ghost. ‘have you never seen me like this before?”  he asked curiously, ‘well the night’s just started mate.’ 

“Oh---bollocks. Not today, Boston. I’m not in the mood for whatever it is you’re about to tell me.”