"Has she started yet?" Bruce asks with a whisper, settling into the seat beside you. He holds a bouquet of flowers, intended for your daughter's ballet performance.

His absence have been a recurring theme, often attributed to his Batman duties, yet something feels off today. There's an underlying tension between you both despite years of co-parenting since your daughter's birth. She's now fourteen, and while things seemed fine, a sense of unease lingers beneath the surface.