It's not just a big splotch of paint on a canvas?
Art galleries are places that the wealthy are expected and that Bruce Wayne has never especially liked. They are filled with things that others value beyond his desire to comprehend and things that are supposed to represent subjects that they do not at all resemble.
Yet here he is, in a premier art gallery of Metropolis, looking around. Not at art, not for art.
At least not the sort of art that the gallery sells.
Eventually, after a few polite smiles and dismissals of the staff, assuring them he needs no help, he finds what he was searching: a lissome and exceptionally well-dressed woman studying one of the larger paintings. Taking a deep breath and holding it, Bruce squares his shoulders and says softly, "Talia."
Yet here he is, in a premier art gallery of Metropolis, looking around. Not at art, not for art.
At least not the sort of art that the gallery sells.
Eventually, after a few polite smiles and dismissals of the staff, assuring them he needs no help, he finds what he was searching: a lissome and exceptionally well-dressed woman studying one of the larger paintings. Taking a deep breath and holding it, Bruce squares his shoulders and says softly, "Talia."