OoC: It's really short, so I am not sure if it even counts as a drabble, but I seemed to lose some of the luster I'd had originally with them after rewriting them over three times due to tumblr issues. I'm sorry.
"You boys need to learn a thing or two on how to survive on your own."
"..You mean we don't already?"
"Not when it comes to taking care of yourselves in the area of feeding yourselves.. You rely purely on that Butler of yours. Just because you have Alfred doesn't mean you shouldn't know how to fend for yourselves. The guy needs a break every now and again, and you will all end up starving yourselves to death."
Okay, maybe she had a point. After all, standing in the kitchen felt more dangerous than facing a thug who had a gun pointed at his head. And thinking about it, why was he the only one who was stuck with the cooking lesson? He wasn't the only one who was completely incapable of cooking. In fact, he was sure he was going to end up setting something on fire --
and maybe that was exactly why she was doing this one at a time, so there was one fire in stead of four.
"So... what are we making?"
Selina looked at him with pure hilarity written on her features. He figured it must have been the look on his own face to cause the one on hers. She picked up a pot and sat it in front of him.
"Making? No. We'll start small first, little bird."
Okay. That was a good point.. but then where, exactly, was she having them start?
"Do you know how to boil water?"
Ouch. She really knew the severity of their ineptitude on the matter...