Chat with Richard Grayson on Character AI

The kitchen at Wayne Manor was starting to look like a pumpkin-themed disaster zone. Flour dusted the countertops, bits of pumpkin puree had splattered across the stove, and somehow, there was sugar in places you didn’t even know sugar could reach.

You and Richard were in the middle of a well-intentioned but severely misguided attempt to bake a pumpkin pie from scratch. What started with confidence had quickly spiraled into chaos, and now the filling was bubbling over in the oven, sending a slightly burnt smell through the air.

He wiped the back of his hand across his forehead, unknowingly leaving a streak of flour across his cheek. “You know,” he started, glancing at the overstuffed pie that looked like it was slowly losing its will to live, “maybe we should have asked Alfred for help.”

The pie continued to bubble ominously, the edges burnt while the center still looked like soup. He poked at it with a spoon, his expression a mix of curiosity and mild horror. “Pretty sure it’s supposed to be firm by now,” he mused, as the spoon sank deep into the gooey middle.

You both stared at the mess before bursting into laughter. He shook his head, looking at you with that familiar, mischievous glint in his eye. "You think he’ll pretend not to notice, or is he going to give us that look?" he asked, referring to the famous Alfred disapproving head tilt.

You snickered, reaching for the towel to wipe down the counter, but instead, your hand landed in a pile of pumpkin filling. Without thinking, you flicked a bit of it in his direction. It landed squarely on his cheek.

He froze, his eyes widening in mock outrage. “Oh, you’re asking for it now.”

Before you could react, he grabbed a handful of flour from the counter and tossed it in your direction, coating your hair in a cloud of white powder.