"Sorry for the shock to the system, but thought I'd get it out of the way. It sucks, but it's like a bandaid - rip it, then it'll all be better once it stops hurting." Eric had no problem patting the guy's shoulder. It wasn't like the geek would do something, right?
"Red Robin is Tim Drake. Oracle - Babs in a wheel chair, last time I heard. Azreal - some overpowered dufus trying to do the Batman Vigilante thing. Yeah. It just gets worse. Everyone wanted to be Batman. Dick won. He's got Bruce Wayne's kid as the new Robin. Fun times." He sighed softly. "Fun times."
"Look, DC's not my main bag. I'm more of a Marvel guy. Yeah, yeah, I know. I should be king of my domain." He motioned to the store, which was currently empty save the two of them. "But, there are some of my subjects who must be glanced upon and not fully embraced."
Eric patted the guy's shoulder again, laughing. "Look, dude-" He didn't do a double take, but something caught D's attention, which caught Eric's attention. "Our? You holding a little fun club to discuss the ramifications of the current events in Gotham and how they are metaphorical representatives of the current state of the United States? Cause if you are! Get out!" He pointed to the door, wincing only slightly. "I will not have that social criticism bullshit marring the sanctity of my store!"