"Who's idea was this?"
"I seem to recall someone saying 'I want the icicle lights this year.'"
"I said I would like them, not want." Raven corrected. "I don't even know what I'm supposed to be looking for."
Raven had been sent to the store to get the lights she had suggested and was on the phone with a very stressed out Robin who was back at the tower.
"They're lights…."
"I know, but what kind? LED? White wire? Green wire? Soft light? Remote control? There are so many different types."
"Just pick one. Whatever will be fine." Robin sighed.
"So if I get the 50 rainbow LED lights that are only three feet, Christmas-zila over there won't throw another tantrum.
She could hear Cyborg cursing and mumbling in the background at Robin's silence.
"Get the cheap normal ones. He's still fighting with the light up reindeer and I don't know how much longer until he loses it."
"Did he not already lose it when he threw the Santa one across the lawn?" She smirked, remembering how he Clark Grizwald-ed it when the lights kept flickering.
"Just please get some and come home." Robin pleaded.
"Yo, Robin! Get over here and help me take these apart!" She heard Cyborg yell.
"Save me." Robin whispered.
"Love you." She teased and hung up.
Turning her attention back at the shelves of lights, she could only look at them dumbfoundedly. Lights and electronics were not her forte.
The ones they needed, if anything, were black wired lights so they would blend in with the walls of the tower. But they only had white and green. But the green were longer than the white but more expensive.
Another box caught her attention, one with stars along with the icicles. Then one with snowflakes.
"Uhhhhh." She droned, eyes bouncing from box to box not knowing what to get.
Just as she pulled a green wired box off the shelf, her phone buzzed. She opened the message from Beast Boy to see a picture of Cyborg flipping off the reindeer he was trying to fix with the caption, "Santa's going to need a new Rudolf."
Taking that as a sign, she put the box down and got the white wired ones instead. Not knowing how many to get, she got a few of them hoping it would be enough.
As she made her way to the front yard of the tower, she stopped upon hearing the conversation taking place.
"Can you plug this into the extension cord?" Cyborg grumbled.
The sounds of frantic scampering were heard, then a pause. "We uh, don't have any." Beast Boy timidly spoke.
"Don't have any what?" Cyborg said, chillingly calm.
"Extension cords." Beast Boy squeaked.
"WHAT?! HOW DO WE NOT- WHERE- YOU'RE JUST NOW TELLING ME THAT- I'M GOING INSIDE!"
Back to the store she went.
"Hi honey." The old lady at the register greeted. "Back again?"
"Yeah." Raven sighed. "Turns out we didn't have any extension cords and you can imagine how that went."
"Oh dear." The lady winced and rang the cords up. "I very much can imagine. My husband has that same predicament every year. Swear he gets them every time, then they just vanish."
Raven nodded in understanding. "Don't know how we don't have any. Hopefully there's no more meltdowns after this."
"I'm sure it'll all sort itself out." The lady assured and handed Raven the bags. "You all do a very nice job with the lights and I look forward to seeing them when they're done."
Raven nodded in thanks and mumbled as she walked away, "if we have any decorations left that weren't harassed."
"Oh thank god, you're back." Robin practically collapsed in relief seeing Raven walk into the main room.
"I figured I'd help you guys out and went back to the store and got some more extension cords." She said, dropping the bags on the table.
"You," Robin started, "are a lifesaver. Thank you."
"Did he go back out?" Raven asked.
Robin nodded. "He went out a few minutes ago. Muttered something about setting the timers."
Raven nodded and picked the bags back up. "Alright."
"You're going out there?" Robin raised a brow.
"Yep."
"Good luck soldier."
"This musseruccins god damn fruskiss-"
"Are you still yelling at the lights?" Raven interrupted Cyborg's muttering.
He sighed. "Yes."
"I got you a present." She handed out the bags.
He looked at her suspiciously before taking them and looking inside. "Oh my god!" He gasped. "You- but- how did you?" He stopped his surprised sputtering and threw his arms around her despite her protests. "Thank you."
He let her go after a few seconds and took a deep breath. "I know I was a bit dramatic today."
She raised a brow. "A bit?"
He chuckled sheepishly. "Yeah, I know I know. This was something I loved doing as a kid with my parents, and now it's harder. I lost my cool a few times and am going to apologize."
"I understand." Raven nodded. "If you want I can help you finish before the sun goes down."
"That would be lovely." He smiled.
He pulled the contents out of the bag and stared at the lights.
"What?" Raven asked.
"You got the wrong kind."
She blinked once slowly. "What?" She repeated.
"Kidding! I'm kidding!" He laughed which earned an eye roll from her.
They were the wrong ones, but he'd make it work. It didn't matter at that moment. She went out of her way to help him and he appreciated that more than any lights could. Except maybe if that damn reindeer decided to work.