"Yeah, they never say it in the way that would actually make sense, I'll bet. They don't tell you, you might get stuck with someone who really will put a damper on things. I have a built in censor and an immediate wussifier." Eric might have winced a little with that announcement, but he ended with a smile anyway. He was usually good for a smile, even when he felt like baked shit on the sidewalk.
"No, no villain. Diana Prince. Princess Diana. Wonder Woman. Take your pick; any of them will work. But I don't answer to a single one of them." Eric shrugged, smiling. "She's glad to meet you; she's seen some of you from my memories and thinks you were very brave to take on the Bat mantle. You, of course, means Terry because we both know that you.." Here he pointed at the guy standing in front of him. "Are not Terry. Now maybe she can go back to do her nails." The wince came with a smile; he teased her, and the pain that came though worse because he had a headache wasn't meant to be anything more than a little pinch.
"Name's Eric, man." He didn't want to leave the comfy confines of his counter, but he rounded it anyway to be a good guy and offer his hand for a shake.