A/N: I have had the worst time this year getting into the Christmas season. My original plan was to be in a spot in the novel I am writing to where I could incorporate the holidays, but alas that never came to pass. However, WHYJ IS GETTING A SEASON 3! So how do I celebrate? With a holiday-themed one-shot.
Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice.
Rule #1: All holiday shopping should take place at least four months before the Christmas season arrives. Failure to comply with this rule includes the risk of death by crowds and fights over toasters.
All in all, it was not one of their best ideas. Then again, sending six teenagers up against super villains wasn't that well-thought out either. Nor was allowing six teenagers of mixed genders to live together, or giving them access to weapons, or-
¨We get it, Rob," Wally clapped a hand over his friend´s running mouth. ¨This was a terrible idea. There. I said it. Happy now?¨
(¨No, actually. For the record-¨)
Artemis sighed. She was acting as a barrier between the two bickering heroes on this oh-so-lovely shopping trip. It was the twentieth of December, and the crowd at Happy Harbor´s ¨malll¨ (if one could call it that) put Black Friday to shame. There was scarecly room to breathe in the sea of shoppers, leaving the archer extremely claustrophobic. As Dick threatened his friend physical harm, Artemis sighed and put her head in her hands. She hated Christmas shopping. Correction- she hated Christmas.
Bah-humbug and all that. Say what you want, the holidays had never exactly been all that great at the Crock household. Usually Christmas called for a visit from the Gotham PD, or at the best a few bruises from her father´s ¨loving¨ fists. Artemis glanced around at her crime fighting squad and shook her head. Between missions and injuries, the Young Justice had forgotten all about the holidays. They had not put up the lights until this morning, and at M´gann´s insistence, the team had agreed on some last-minute shopping.
What. A. Mess.
Superboy was their wall of meat, plowing his way through the crowd of people, scowl ever present on his handsomely cloned face. Eventually, he placed the small Robin on his shoulders of direct him through the herd of rabid shoppers. In the end, they came out of the mall with two boxes of chocolates and a ripped t-shirt.