Horrific
Oh, by Azar, what possessed him to put that thing on?
He had been growing constantly over the past six months, complaining at every opportunity about the pants and sleeves that were now too short. She kept telling him to change his uniform, that he looked like an adult going Trick-or-Treating in a kid-sized costume.
"Do I really look that bad?" he had turned and asked Robin, who wisely declined to comment – which only made him realize…he probably did look that bad.
And yet he still procrastinated. Every day he would complain – it tugged here, it bunched there. Every whining comment from his mouth brought the same question from hers.
"Why haven't you gotten a new one yet?"
He never had a good answer, or even a passable excuse. Yes, they had been busy battling Control Freak - for fifteen minutes. Did that somehow make it impossible for him to do anything else during the rest of the day?
Cyborg had even offered to help him, to which he had given a noncommittal reply.
"I'll get to it."
She couldn't understand why he felt the need to be so incredibly difficult. It wasn't as if he had to change the design, the colors, anything! It could stay exactly the same, just make a bigger one.
"This freakin' spandex!" he burst out suddenly one day as they sat eating pizza. "Rae, I don't know if my boys will be able to work properly at the rate they're being squashed in this suit!"
She finally had enough. Red-faced and furious, she yelled at him, threatening to never go out in public with him again if he didn't get a new suit today.
He left quickly, a terrified look on his face. The others were surprised, certainly, at Beast Boy's…interesting comment and at Raven's reaction. But thinking about the end of his complaints left them reluctant to argue with her about being too harsh.
She had expected him to come slinking back a few hours later, wearing a new suit that fit, and apologizing for being such an idiot about it.
She really should have known by now – never expect the expected with him.
But she had assumed, had expected him to act like an adult – and that was why she was now sitting open-mouthed in shock, staring at a green-skinned, pointy-eared Superman.
"So Rae, how do I look?" he asked her, dramatically tossing the long red cape behind him. The ridiculous pose, with hands on his hips – the cheesy grin – the absurd piece of red cloth over the pants that really did look like underwear when she thought about it…
Only one word could sum up her opinion at that moment.
"Horrific."
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I wrote this one a bit differently than normal. I also used a random word generator, just for fun.
Yes, I am such a sap that I was able to turn the word "horrific" into silly fluff-fest. But that was honestly the first thing that popped into my head – Raven telling Beast Boy his outfit looked horrific.
