WAYNE MANSION
Ethan was lying on his bed, scrolling absentmindedly through his phone when a knock on the door broke the silence. His gaze shifted toward the door. “Who is it?” he called out.
“It’s me, Helen,” came the familiar voice.
He immediately sat up. “Come in.”
Helen stepped into the room, her face a mixture of concern and relief. She closed the door behind her, then turned to look at him. “How are you feeling?”
Ethan opened his mouth to answer, but before he could utter a word, Helen strode forward and wrapped her arms around him tightly. For a moment, Ethan was caught off guard, but he quickly returned the hug, his arms encircling her slender frame.
“I’m fine,” he murmured into her hair, his voice calm and reassuring.
Helen pulled back slightly but kept her hands on his sho
