Disclaimer: I own nothing but the ideas in my head. and sometimes I wish that even they would leave me alone.
This story is dedicated to A Quest Of Scales. She gave me the inspiration to write this, and she was the beta for this.
"I don't know what to do."
"Well don't look at me."
"Why not? It's your house!"
"It may be my house but it is not my domain."
"Right... Go press a button."
"WHAT!!!! No why should I?"
"Cause you are the Batman, and you're older."
"So. Hes been teaching you to cook, you press the button."
"He hasn't taught me anything that advanced. What about the takeaway menus?"
"He took them with him."
A pause.
"That's not helpful."
"No it's not."
"Then do the responsible thing and push a button Robin."
"What? I thought you were going to."
"You're the youngest, do as I say."
The pair, stood looking into the dark gaping jaws. Both of them convinced that it was preparing to attack. They stared harder at the machine, then the machine made its move. The toast popped up. And the pair jumped back screaming like a pair of chickens.
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