The private terminal of Neo-Luminara International Airport was eerily quiet at this early hour, with the soft morning light stretching long shadows across the tarmac.
Arthur stepped off the Osborn family jet, his black overcoat draped elegantly over his shoulders, his expression as inscrutable as ever.
The familiar hum of the city greeted him, traffic buzzing, distant chatter blending into a symphony of normalcy, punctuated by the occasional wail of a siren. Predictable. Comforting.
He squinted against the rising sun, a faint smile breaking through his stoic demeanor. Just then, he heard an excited shout in the distance:
"Big brother! Over here!"
Turning to his left, he spotted a figure leaning casually against a sleek sports car, waving enthusiastically.
Ashley leaned against the hood of her gunmetal gray beauty, arms crossed and a playful grin dancing on her lips.
