WAYNE MANSION
Ethan and his grandmother sat at the dining table. The clinking of cutlery and the gentle sound of the air conditioner filled the silence.
The aroma of roasted chicken, creamy mashed potatoes, and seasoned vegetables should have made the meal comforting, but there was an unmistakable tension in the air.
Ethan glanced at his grandmother. She was unusually quiet, pushing her food around her plate more than eating it. Her brow was furrowed, and her lips were pressed into a thin line. Ethan already knew what was on her mind.
“Grandma, are you okay?” Ethan asked gently, setting his fork down. “You seem… distracted.”
She sighed, finally looking up at him. “I’m fine, Ethan. Or at least I would be if it weren’t for this whole situation with Victor," she said. As much as she w
