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I Can't Find My Batman Shirt!

As many of you may know, The Dark Knight Rises comes out in approximately 25 hours. If you didn't know that, that's ok. I've know this since last summer, when the bestby and I went to see Harry Potter with some of my favorite people and he clutched my hand so tight and sat straight up in his seat, gasping and saying he couldn't believe this, he couldn't believe this was real, that BATMAN was returning! It was the cutest thing I'd ever seen, but I had no idea at the time just how deep his love for Bruce Wayne went at the time, so his out of the blue excitement scared me a little bit.

Now? Now I know his Batman voice from his Bane voice from his Joker voice. I know why Bane's voice sounds like it does. I know where the Batman section of our local comic book store is. I've had to tell him multiple times that I won't kiss him when he tells me to in his Batman voice. ;) I know when a Batman commercial is coming on just from the chanting. I don't even have to look anymore. 

You know what? I love that I know these things. I love that the bestby is a nerd at heart and he shares this with me. I love his passion. I love his ability to remember little things, like all of the Joker's lines. I love how he loves Batman of all the superhero's out there. The most controversial. The one without any powers. The one with a dark side. Because who doesn't have a dark side? Who has superpowers? Not I. (Then again, I'm not a millionaire with Morgan Freeman making me awesome gadgets.)

I'm so excited to go see The Dark Knight Rises at midnight tomorrow. I'm still looking for my illusive Batman shirt. I'm going to be arriving at the theater at 10:30. I'll probably eat a whole popcorn before we're even seated. I kind of have a popcorn addiction. And I desperately hope that Bruce Wayne doesn't give Gotham everything he has, including his life as the bestby thinks is going to happen. But if it does, I'll have some tissues in my purse incase the bestby needs them. :)

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  1. Side note (because I've had the argument of if Batman is a superhero or not many times... he totally is), neither Iron Man nor Green Lantern have superpowers. As far as I can recall, neither have a "dark side," but hey. It's something.
    Also, just in case you can't find your Batman shirt, Target has some pretty ridiculously awesome ones in the Men's section. :)

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