A loud knock greeted Bruce in his library. He exhaled the smoke before calmly responding to the door.
"Come in!"
When the door opened, he was surprised to see the figure of his son, Nathan. He was dressed in a simple sweatshirt, with neatly combed hair and thick glasses, wearing trousers. He seemed a bit pale, with a white bandage wrapped around his hand.
Nathan smiled and entered the room. "Father, how are you?"
"Nathan? What brings you here?" Bruce asked, puzzled.
For almost fifteen years, Nathan was the person Bruce didn't want to leave the house, so he didn't expect him to come to New York and follow him.
"Why does it seem like you don't want me to visit, dad?" Nathan's voice teased.
Bruce wondered why his father's tone didn't seem welcoming to his visit.
Could it be that his brother Draymond had stolen his father's attention?