The front door swung open and Kara stepped inside first before Darren followed, slipping the house keys into his pockets.
Kara's eyes widened at the place. A grand foyer with polished floors, a curved staircase, and a chandelier that looked like it could crush a man if it ever decided to drop.
And was that…? She sniffed the air. Vanilla. That was the scent of vanilla in the air alongside something even more expensive.
She turned a slow circle, taking it all in.
"Okay, what the hell," she said. "You are actually bat shit rich. I'm... I'm lost for words."
She looked at him. "Should I be worried? Are you secretly building a batmobile in the basement?"
Even though he approved of the joke, Darren ignored her as he took off the coat he'd been wearing and hung it on the coat hanger by the door.
As he did, the sound of footsteps echoed loudly, coming basically out of nowhere.
Kara jerked, eyes darting toward the source of the sound.
