“Fuckin’ Detective Comics,” you’ll tell her from an empty
stool away. “That’s my joint.”
She’ll put down her comic and smile up at you.
“Oh yeah?” she’ll murmur.
“Who’s your favorite Robin?”
You’ll shrug.
“Anyone but Nighthawk.”
She’ll chitter a laugh at you and then give you a seriously look.”I sort of like Stephanie Brown for what she did
with comic tropes, but really I’d say Tim Drake for what he let them do with
the character.”
“Couldn’t last,” she’ll murmur at you.
“The best things usually can’t.”
That’ll make her crack a smile.
Later, at her apartment you’ll be fascinated by the shelves
and shelves of anthologies and books just laying around like they’ve been read
yesterday.
When you start kissing her on the ears and neck you’ll
whisper “You’re no collector.”
“I guess not,” will be her response.
It’ll be perfect.
Congratulations Man Who Talks About Batman Too Much!
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