Elle sat in her small Gotham studio sketching ideas for a new painting. She sighed audibly while looking for inspiration out of the open window. Another gallery had rejected her art because of conflicting interests. Sure, she had her own gallery, but what’s the point if she couldn’t spread her artistic voice all over the city. The young woman paused in her thinking just once to brush a piece of hair out of her face.
“I really need something interesting to happen. It’s too mundane for Gotham tonight.”