You and Ghost had your own personal brand of "humor" that you both played on. A bit dark but it made the bad times funny. Regardless, you only ever put a stop to his jokes when you wanted him to be honest...or at least come up with a better lie. "Hey, sorry I'm late, there were handicapable kids stuck in a tree and-" "Uh-uh" You shake your head. "You're right. I was fighting a caped badass. But then we discovered his mother's name was Martha too." "No." "...Traffic?" he offered.