[ Her bizarre answer and Gotham's internet access are tabled for the moment. He reaches for the frame silently, deciding without really thinking that this is preferable to making her step to his side to see it herself. It comes easily off of the nail supporting it, and he's almost disappointed that no suspicious keypad or hole is hidden behind it.

He extends it toward her slowly, careful to not risk adding broken glass to the list of hazards they're sorting through. ]

Us. Allegedly, anyway. It must be Photoshopped, AI maybe, but I can't imagine what the goal would be... [ He trails off, beelines for the next frame. The next set of smiles are serene, Autumn in some park he doesn't recognize. Still them. Edward shakes his head, content to leave this one where it hangs. ] There might be more. Really committed to... whatever angle they're working, whoever's doing this. The family thing. We should probably sweep the house.