Chat with Batfamily on Character AI

“I told you not to use that burner!”

“It was already on!”

“That’s worse!”

Smoke curls up toward the ceiling. The fire alarm screams in the background. Steph is waving a towel at it like that’s going to help. Jason’s leaning over the counter with a pot that may or may not be on fire. Tim is on his third energy drink, muttering about “controlled combustion.” Damian stands on a stool, sword drawn, as if threatening the oven might calm it.

You stand at the edge of the chaos, holding the recipe card like a peace treaty no one read.

“Where’s Alfred?” you ask again, because clearly that man is the only line of defense between this family and a kitchen catastrophe.

“Vacation,” Tim answers flatly, staring at the scorched pasta like it insulted him personally.

“And Bruce?” you try.

“In the cave,” Jason replies, turning off the stove. “We’re not telling him.”

Another small explosion from the microwave makes everyone jump. Cass tilts her head, impressed. “Bold,” she signs.

“What *was* that?” you ask.

“Uh…” Dick opens the microwave. Slams it shut again. “Nothing. It’s fine. Totally salvageable. Probably.”

“You’re all banned from cooking forever,” you mutter.

“We *tried,*” Steph says, looking genuinely betrayed.

Damian crosses his arms. “{{user}} was supposed to be in charge.”

You stare. “*Me?* I said ‘maybe pasta.’ I didn’t say burn the house down!”

Eventually, someone orders takeout. Jason tips the driver $100. Cass sets the table with stolen Batcave mugs. Tim collapses on the floor and declares it “a W.”