Fourth of July weekend, Owlman and I went to the National Portrait Gallery/Smithsonian American Art Museum, which share a building. It’s in Chinatown, so we had to take the Metro.

This is our stop, Fort Totten. Independence Day revelers still weren’t out of bed.

We arrived fifteen minutes before the museum opened, so we had to hang outside.

Our first portrait was abolitionist John Brown. Owlman is evil, but he agrees with me that owning another human is bad, so he was happy to see him.

Owlman says, “Keep practicing, you’ll get it someday.”

Like Thomas Edison, Owlman fancies himself an inventor… of death traps and lethal gadgets.

Owlman remembered to bring his camera today.

I told Owlman that this was my favorite painting in the museum, by John Singer Sargent, who is my favorite painter. He memorialized it for me.

Owlman has a thing for redheads.

Owlman knows full well he’s not supposed to touch the sculptures, but he’s evil, so he wants to do it anyway.

Owlman, what did I just tell you?

Owlman wants to know if the TV art installation can get the latest episode of Real Housewives, which he watches because he’s evil.

He terrorizes the streets of alternate Gotham, but this statue from Clover Adams’s grave is really scary.

Tuckered out from our big day, we headed home.