WAYNE MANSION
Ethan was seated in the expansive living room of Wayne Mansion, his laptop resting comfortably on his lap as he clicked through a series of emails, each one blending together in an endless stream of work-related tasks.
His fingers hovered over the keyboard, typing a response to one email before pausing and moving to the next.
Just then, the soft sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway. Ethan’s grandmother entered the room. She wore a soft, knowing smile as she caught sight of him hunched over his laptop.
“Ethan, dear,” she greeted him warmly, her voice rich with affection.
Ethan snapped his attention away from the screen and smiled back, his expression softening at the sight of her. “Hey, Grandma,” he replied, his voice filled with warmth.
His grandmother’s eyes narrow
