Alfred didn't take his eyes off of the brightly colored spandex in front of him, smoothing it until it lie perfectly.
"I assure you, Miss Delirium, that the patrons of this gallery," a good enough word for it as any, really, "are all quite aware of the stories behind the particular works of art."
A small swish of the black and yellow cape and the suit was back home. And Alfred pulled an extra cloth from his pocket to polish the fingerprints off of the glass.