He walked across the grounds of the richest estate in the city, heading toward the main building of the Wayne mansion.
The corridors were empty; most of the staff had retired for the night, except for the security personnel stationed along the perimeter. It was past three in the morning when he stepped inside.
A hurried knock echoed through the hall. The butler opened the door after confirming the visitor's identity and returned to inform his master.
"It's—uh, Mr. Petan, sir," the butler said, clearly surprised to see Mike at this hour.
"Let him in," Karlos replied.
Berlin had been having a late-night snack, another pregnancy craving. When Mike strode into the dining room. His face was pale, and he looked as though he hadn't slept.
"What's going on?" Karlos asked worried as his friend still seemed to be in a pretty bad shape after the accident.
"Mike?" Berlin called, rising slightly from her chair.
Karlos moved to stand beside him. "What brings you here at this hour?"
