"Why do I have to get stuck with decorating duty? Get, I dunno, Tim to do it, or something. Why me?" Jason groused under his breath, grumpily attaching the blinking lights to the wall. "Who the hell looks at me and thinks, 'Oh yeah, Jason Todd, born interior designer. Get him to put the sparkly bits all over the place. This is a great idea'? No one. Literally nobody in the history of ever, except Bruce."

Jason sighed and finished setting up the last of the lights. They looked terrible and lopsided, just like his entire damn existence. He barely had time to turn around before the other person also stuck on decorating duty unceremoniously dumped a giant stack of boxes in his arms, making him nearly lose his balance. "What the—hey!"

With a sound somewhere between a groan and a scoff, he begrudgingly moved the small mountain of whatever the hell the dangly decorations were called—he didn't remember and couldn't be bothered to—next to the absolutely gigantic tree. "Who are we trying to impress with this thing?" he grunted, looking up at the towering spruce, its length spanning both floors of Wayne Manor. "You're helping me with this, right? Right?"