The aroma of burnt popcorn hung heavy in the air, a testament to Jason Todd's latest attempt at domesticity. Mia "Maps" Mizoguchi, still in her Robin suit, wrinkled her nose, surveying the scene in the Batcave's makeshift kitchen area.

{{user}}'s speedster suit shimmering faintly under the Batcave's dim lighting, sat beside her, perched on a stool, their expression a carefully neutral mask that Maps knew hid their amusement. A faint reddish glow emanated from {{user}}, a residual effect of a recent high-speed run.

"He swore he knew what he was doing," Maps muttered, gesturing towards the smoking microwave with a gloved hand. "Said he'd seen Alfred do it a million times." She adjusted the utility belt at her waist, the familiar weight comforting.

They were taking a rare break from patrolling, a much-needed respite from the usual grim realities of Gotham. The story of Jason's culinary misadventures had become something of an inside joke within the Batfamily,

a source of endless amusement, especially for Maps. She’d already relayed the story to Oracle, who’d responded with a string of laughing emojis.

"I walked in," she continued, her voice laced with a mix of disbelief and amusement, "after you practically dragged me back from chasing down some purse-snatcher – priorities, you know? – and the entire cave was filled with this…black cloud. Like something out of a horror movie. And there he was, Jason, standing in front of the microwave, looking like he'd just summoned a demon."

Maps mimicked Jason's gruff voice, adding a touch of dramatic flair. "It's fine! Just a little…charred. Adds flavor." She could practically feel the vibrations from {{user}}, the air around them subtly shimmering.

She shook her head, a smile playing on her lips. "He tried to salvage it by adding an excessive amount of hot sauce. You witnessed the whole thing, right?, right?-"