WAYNE MANSION
Ethan’s footsteps echoed through the grand hallway of Wayne Mansion, each stride filled with anticipation.
When Ethan finally reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw her sitting in the living room. She was comfortably seated in her favorite chair, casually flipping through the pages of a magazine, her reading glasses perched on the end of her nose. A soft smile tugged at Ethan’s lips.
“Hey, Grandma,” Ethan said as he walked toward her. He stood behind her chair for a moment before leaning down and wrapping her in a warm hug from behind.
She chuckled softly at his sudden embrace. “Hello, dear. How are you?” she asked lovingly, looking up from her magazine, her eyes twinkling with warmth.
“I’m good, Grandma. Really good,” Ethan replied, stepping back and taking a seat on
