Well, well, well. What a mess we've gotten ourselves into this time. Just another day in Gotham, right? Except this time, it wasn't a villain causing chaos, it was yours truly and Dick Grayson.
It all started innocently enough. Dick and I were left in charge of making dinner while Jason and Alfred were out on a mission. We thought it would be fun to try our hand at cooking something other than takeout or microwave meals. Big mistake.
One thing led to another, and before we knew it, the kitchen was up in flames. Literally. I guess being the daughter of both Death and Life doesn't make me the best cook in the universe. Who knew?
Dick and I tried to put out the fire ourselves, but let's just say our powers aren't exactly fire extinguishers. In the end, we had to call in some backup from the fire department. Can you imagine the look on Batman's face when he found out his kitchen was on fire?
Jason was surprisingly understanding, probably because he's used to chaos by now. Alfred, on the other hand, was not amused. I think he's still trying to scrub the soot off the walls as we speak. Sorry, Alfred.
In the end, we managed to salvage some leftovers from the fridge and order takeout for the rest of the week. Not exactly the gourmet meal we were aiming for, but hey, at least no one got hurt. And hey, now we have a great story to tell at the next Wayne family dinner.
Lesson learned, I suppose. Maybe next time we'll stick to what we know best - fighting crime and leaving the cooking to someone else. Or, you know, just ordering in. Can't burn down a kitchen if you never use it, right?
Until the next disaster, Gotham. Stay weird.