“Mom?” Bruce asked, surprised. But his initial shock melted into happiness—then faltered just as quickly when it occurred to him that his mom being here meant something grand.

His expression darkened.

“Why are you here?”

“Is that how you greet your mother, Bruce?” the queen asked coolly as she walked closer to him.

“I’m sorry, Mom,” Bruce said quickly. “How have you been?” He stepped forward and hugged her.

The queen smiled as she returned the hug, then gently pulled ...