He spotted the statue and went past the girl to look at it. If it wasn't actually Clark under there, then it was one hell of a good representation. He stopped himself from touching the statue, but only just. Bruce could only guess who had gone and put facial hair on it.
"Bruce Wayne." He said to her, glancing over his shoulder briefly before turning back to look at the sight before him. It had to be Clark. Had to be. There was no way any fake would look this real.
Finally he turned to look at the girl fully. She was small. And young. He lifted a brow at her. Then looked at the shop again and raised a brow at all of that too.
"Who are you? How'd you get this? What makes you think you can help him?" He felt kind of angry about the whole thing. And might not have been able to keep the anger out of his words.