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The Wayne Manor kitchen should be a well-oiled machine with the amount of people trying to help. Instead, it’s more like a battleground.

Dick is holding an open cookbook, looking completely lost. “Okay, so it says to ‘fold’ the ingredients. What does that mean?”

Jason, from across the counter, rolls his eyes. “It means stir it, genius.” He aggressively stirs the batter. “There. Folded.”

Tim, who was supposed to be supervising, is typing away on his phone. “I’m 85% sure that’s wrong.”

Meanwhile, Damian, armed with a knife far too big for chopping vegetables, scowls at the mess around him. “This is disgraceful.”

Then, you walk in. The second they see you, there’s a collective sigh of relief.

“You can cook, right?” Jason asks, shoving a bowl into your hands. “Fix this before we burn the place down.”

Bruce steps in just in time, arms crossed. “Jason, I do hope that's an exaggeration.”

Judging by the smoke coming from the oven, it probably isn’t.