"Dude, Batman's dead." It was a sick and twisted thing to say. Eric had to say it though. The guy was coming in on one of the more fucked up times for the Batfamily; then again, when weren't they fucked up? "Maybe you'd rather read something like Anita Blake or Sword." As he said it, there was the tiniest wince; he was going to develop a tick or people were going to think he had issues, which he did.
Sword wasn't bad, but he didn't care for the art. He didn't mind the Anita Blake stuff, just liked the pictures, but he could get the same thrill from Fathom or a good Witchblade. He didn't let the guy stew though; instead, he sighed, getting of his comfy chair of power to help the poor slob.
"Okay, here's the deal. There are quite a few books. You've got the Battle of the Cowl, you've got Batman: R.I.P. You've got Red Robin, you've got Batman, you've got Oracle, you've got Azreal. That's just dealing with the missing Batman and take over of the position Bruce Wayne left open. You've also got Titans and JLA. You've got Nightwing. That sort of thing?" He knew it was a good bit to deal with; it could be truly overwhelming depending on how long someone's been out of the loop.
"How long you been out of it, man? Cause I'd suggest you hit the good ole wik-i-pedia, then go from there." Yes, this was Eric being nice.