That slap wasn’t just directed at Miles—it was Alfred’s way of putting the entire Mercer family in their place.

Classic Alfred. No subtle digs, no veiled insults—just a blatant power move to vent his frustrations on behalf of his son.

"Kid," Alfred sneered, plucking a silk handkerchief from his assistant, "even when your father was alive, he knew better than to challenge me. And you? You’re still too green to change the game."

Miles’s ...