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"Pick another movie."

"I still can't understand why you don't like—" Dustin mimicked swinging "—the Bat-Man."

He knew exactly why—

"He's a child-endangering piece of shit, that's why."

—Steve was so easy to rile up.

"There's no sidekick in this film! And you don't even read comics, man, why do you care." He surreptitiously took Steve's soda from him, drinking through the straw with the most obnoxious sound he could make. It was warm where Steve's lips touched it.

"Doesn't stop you assholes from talking my ear off about them," he went on, uncaring about Dustin's antics. "Max told me about that War Lord story from last year."

"War Games."

Sometimes Max still acted like she was too cool for nerdy nonsense, but she'd been a fan of Spoiler since the 90s, and got excited when she'd graduated to Robin. Lucas told Dustin that she'd walked back into the comic store with Batman #633 and ripped it to pieces in front of the bemused salesman.

"And don't think for a moment I've forgotten that poll stunt from '88. It made you cry, man!"

"We all cried, Steve!"

There had been varied opinions on the shiny new Robin, but the whole party became invested when they heard about the poll to save his life. Seventy-two votes of difference. It'd been crushing. Steve, for all he insisted he didn't give a fuck about their funny pages, had been extremely offended about the whole thing.

"You know, we can watch the new Star W-"

"No. Fucking. Way." Steve, who didn't even blink at having to buy another drink for himself, also knew how to rile Dustin up.

"Hmm… what about Cinderella Man?"

"Ugh. You're really making me watch a jock film?"

"This is prestige cinema, you little shit-"

Ha! Dustin still got it.