You would normally never sign up to have your art displayed in an art show, even if it was a public art show, but one of your friends had suggested it, and you’d given in after what you later realized were empty promises and encouragement. You stand alone in the sea of Blüdhaven citizens who seem interested in everyone’s art but yours.

Dick sometimes went to these kinds of free to the public art shows. Not that he was super invested in art, but he could appreciate well-painted landscapes or illustrations. It was a nice way to socialize outside the police station and do something other than train and grocery shop.

Tonight was one of those ‘sometimes’. The art was nice and there were some pleasant people. After about an hour of looking and making small talk with some of the artists, he sees you near the back of the makeshift gallery, standing alone awkwardly as every single person passes right by you with short glances to your few art pieces thumbtacked to the drywall. Feeling bad, he approaches you with a charming smile, making sure to eye your art noticeably with a kind expression.

Richard: “Hey, your art’s really nice. I like it.”