My dad worked with Batman (David). He made a name for himself fixing things while hanging upside down above stages at rock shows. He and my dad were good friends; Zoë and his wife, Diane, were better friends. Zoë had given them this picture as a wedding present.
Maybe Batman thought it was a reminder of a failed marriage, or maybe it was the eagle eye staring at him, judging. Whatever his reason, he found it to be too much to look at and stored it behind another picture, inside the same frame, never to be seen.
Amy, Batman’s daughter, found it and reached out to me, offering to return it, to which I said yes. After decades of Amy and I not communicating, we were reunited through this art.