Inspired by Batman #16. Because it is now cannon that Bruce Wayne does not know how to eat a hamburger properly. It should also be noted that I know very little about the geography of the American southwest
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Bruce Wayne was twenty years old when he ate his first hamburger.
He was familiar with the concept of a hamburger, of course. It's a meat patty served on a bun with lettuce and tomato slices. Some versions have other toppings like cheese. Ketchup was frequently added. Hamburgers were most often served in fast food restaurants.
Which is where twenty-year-old Bruce Wayne now was. He was in the middle of his round the world tour to learn everything one could ever possibly need to know to fight crime and Gotham City and then some. This particular fast food restaurant was off the highway somewhere in the American southwest and appeared to be the only structure around for miles. That was the main reason why he had stopped there. He had hoped to reach Santa Fe before dinnertime but hadn't made it. (In fact he had no idea if he was even getting any closer to Santa Fe. Maybe practicing using the stars to navigate while driving was a bad idea. He should get out the map.)
Bruce needed dinner and there wasn't any other option around so he walked up to the counter of the fast food restaurant and ordered a hamburger. (He could feel Alfred's disgust and tried to tell himself that what the butler didn't know wouldn't hurt him)
"Also, do you mind telling me how far away Santa Fe is?" Bruce asked.
The girl behind the counter frowned. Surely this man wearing a nice dress shirt and pants could afford GPS? Or at least a map? "About five hours. Do you want fries?"
"Sure. And what direction is Santa Fe in? My GPS broke I'm afraid."
The girl nodded, accepting his explanation. "That way." She pointed. It seemed Bruce hadn't been going in the right direction for some time now.
He was the only customer in the restaurant so he didn't have long to wait for his order. He took the tray to small table and looked over his meal, immediately realizing a problem: he had no utensils. The girl at the counter must have forgotten to give him some. Sure, he could eat his meal with his hands but that would be messy, not to mention impolite. It didn't matter if there was no one to witness his improper manners except the employee who was now playing on her phone. Alfred had raised him better than that!
Bruce got up and went back to the counter. After getting the girl's attention he asked for a knife and fork. She looked confused but got him some of the plastic utensils they gave people who ordered salads. Bruce thanked her and went back to his seat.
Bruce unwrapped his hamburger and smiled before picking up his knife and fork and cutting it into bite size bits. Even if Alfred found out he had been forced to stoop to eating unhealthy fast food he could be reassured that he hadn't forgotten proper table manners.