"I am taking care of a teenage boy with the metabolism of like twelve teenage boys," he laughed. "Besides. I'm a decent cook. I just didn't have time back home. You try carrying the weight of Gotham and her heroes and see how much energy you have to chop a vegetable when you can just microwave something or order take out instead? Alfred made sure I could fend for myself."
He winked and went to the fridge to start the leftovers warming up in the oven.