"Some of them." A laugh as he turns, walking a little slower backwards. "Ah, not all of them. So many of these were commissioned after--we lost Jason years ago. About fifteen years ago. After that I learned to keep records like this."

He lingers in front of the larger portrait, pointing as he explains. "My oldest, Dick. He was a little younger than Damian when this was commissioned. He captains a precinct in Bludhaven, just down-river. Damian, whom you'll see. Tim, he must have been...fourteen, fifteen here?"

The beat that he takes speaks to man whose child is dead, but his delivery of the fact sounds more like a man whose child's dog ran away. "We lost Tim a few years ago, actually. Train accident in New York."