"Why can't we use that oil?"

"Because you burnt it and almost caused a fire!" Tim had moved the pan off the fire before turning on the fan and opening the window. "You can't put oil on and leave it there! It will start a fire."

"Why don't we just put water in it than."

"It will start a grease fire." Tim sighed. "After it's cooled down we can clean it."

"Tt," Crossing his arms Damian looked over the pain before looking back at the other still determined to get a three-course meal done. "What would be a good dessert?"

"The best way to figure it out is by making a meal plan," Walking over to the island table Tim opened a small draw pulling out a paper and pen. He clicked the pen before flipping the book opened writing Dinner PLan on the top of the page. "If we plan it out we won't forget this time."

"Something that's good." Looking it over Damian seemed to be thinking it over. "He likes brownies."

"Who?" Tim asked getting closer, a clue finally popping up. "Who likes them?"

"No one! I said me you imbecile!" The teen was reaching towards the knife. "You must have misheard!"

"I misheard!" Tim held up his hands. "How about a lava cake brownie?!"

With a pause, Damian glared at him slightly less intensely before leaving the knife aline. "That will do."

"Damn," Taking a breath Tim pulled a cookbook out handing it to him. "How about we look over this before picking what to make?"

Taking the book Damian flipped it open going through the page. There had to be something here that was good enough. He found something. "What about stuffed mozzarella onion rings? Those should do."

"Stuffed onion rings," Tim wrote it down before looking. "One more to go. What do you want to make for the main course."

"Beef tacos?"

"We can use the skirt steak and make fajitas. That sounds better for a course meal?"

"Hm," Taking a minute to think it over Damian nodded. "That will do."

Writing the last of the notes down Tim handed it over to Damian. "Let's get cooking,"

"Now place the meat down, let it sear for an about two minutes," Pointing out on what to do Tim was watching closely making sure that the heat was too high or that anything was ready to randomly set itself on fire, which had happened twice so far. "Flip it over. Okay, once it's cooked move it to the cutting board to rest for ten minutes. While that's happening you can toss in the cut up peppers and onions into the pan so it can cook in with the oil and juice from the meat."

"Why should I use new oil?" Damian asked as he poked the stake with the spatula he was using, an eyebrow raised. "Would it not be better to use new oil?"

"If you put new oil your vegetables will taste like that. With this is has all the flavor of the meat. It's tastier." Picking up the cutting bored e brought it over placing it near the stove as they waited in silence for a little while. Patting the bored Tim nodded. "Time to let it rest,"

"Tt," Picking it up with the tongs set it aside. Leaving it there he walked over tossing in the peppers. He frowned when he was handed a wooden spoon before mixing the green, red, yellow and onions into the pan. As he did so he paused. "There are the Robin colors."

"What?" Walking over Tim gave a slight smile. "What do you know, they are. Uh, stir them a bit."

"How long do these take?"

"Not too long, a minute or two, just to get that flavor in them. Okay put it on medium and check your cakes." Walking over to the counter Tim picked up a towel handing it to the other. "They should be done by now, but remember to check them with a toothpick."

"I still think a fork would have done," Damain scoffed even though he got a toothpick. Opening the oven he used a towel to pull them out a little poking a part of the cake that should have been cooked through and when it came out he looked at it. "Nothing stuck."

"It's done. Pull it out and set it to cool." Tim said as he watched carefully. Once it was set aside he nodded. "Okay, finish up the peppers, a stir, then go cut the stake."

"And fold like this," Tim was showing Damian how to fold them up. He picked up a knife "And cut like this… set them like this. There you go! All done!"

Repeating the same thing Damian set up the second plate just as carefully. He moved back looking at it before crossing his arms. "Now what?"

"Now we taste it," Picking up one Tim took a bite chewing it for a second before frowning confused as the salt hit him rather hard. Looking over eyebrows still knitted together he mumbled around the food. "It's salty… did you add more salt?"

"Yes, to the peppers since they didn't have any." Picking up one of his own Damian took a bite before spitting it out. "It' ruined."

Putting it down Tim picked up a napkin spitting out the salty food into it. "You didn't have to salt again, the flavor and seasoning were already in the pan."

"Throw it away." Damian glared at the food before turning to leave. "It's useless now."

"Wait, what about the stuffed onion rings and lava brownie?"

"Throw them away too!" Grabbing the plates with the fajitas Damian threw them into the trash plates and all before stomping. "Damn, salt!"

Going over Tim pulled the plates out setting them in the sink. Alfred wouldn't be happy if the plates were being thrown out. Turning on the hot water, some soap, Tim set everything into the sink so it could soak before looking over at the leftover food.

Picking up one of the lava cakes he sat down taking out his phone to read while he enjoyed the sweet treat.

"Drake!"

"Oh my god," Tim held the phone away from his ear. He had taken the day off from school because he actually needs some rest when his phone rang just a little over nine. "What is it now?"

"I left something at home. I need you to bring it before lunch." Came the irritated voice. "It's int he fridge and has to stay cold. Bring it and meet me at the office."

"Why would I do that? I'm out right now," A lie, simple but easily made. "I'm not even home."

"According to the tracker, you are. Now bring it to me."

"What tracker?" Frowning Tim looked at his phone. "You put a tracker on my phone?!"

"I never said phone," Damian said as if it was obvious. "Now, bring it for me."

"...Yeah, okay," Tim waited for the click before quickly running his hands over his hands, arms and on his left upper arm just under the skin, he could fell a tiny hard dot. "... Bruce! Damian chipped me again!"

To K: I'm glad you liked it and hope you like this second chapter!

To Guest: Thanks!

To Inthenightguest: 8D Aww, thanks! I like writing them a lot!

To sgtwist: Oh Damian would put his name first if that ever happened lol and Tim would just end up wondering how he got there. XD

To jodyowl11: It'll be there towards the end lol and then you'll see who it is 8D