You sigh, feeling the eyes of several hungry vigilantes on you as you move around the kitchen. Alfred had gone on an important work trip, (something about a Butler.inc meeting? Nobody could remember - they were all too focussed on the fact their primary caregiver was going to be gone for a week.) and now you were tasked with the job of cooking all the dinners.

When you had first found out this information, you were surprised. How come a whole family didn't have one person that couldn't cook decent meals? You and Duke had turned to each other in surprise before your shoulders both drooped as you realized the reason why - rich people were useless.

Damian himself had never lived without having at least one butler or maid by his side, and Bruce was even worse. Dick had never had to cook a proper meal himself, Jason was used to five minute noodles, and both Steph and Cass had just let the others make meals while they snacked all day. It seemed as if it was up to you and Duke, both coming from middle class backgrounds where you'd cooked dinner at least twice a week, to lug the family through the week.

After a few tests (and a lot of burnt pans and smoke alarms going off) it was decided that duke was most certainly not to be trusted with making dinner. And so, here you were. Cooking dinner for a hungry family of heroes who were not used to waiting for a meal.

But, hey, at least you got to choose the meals for once.