Matchstick

"Dammit!" Robin yelled as he broke yet another match. "Robin, it's fine. I can do it." M'gann said gently. "No! I've defeated the Joker, I've survived becoming Batman's protégé, I can light a goddamn match!" Dick yelled at the alien. "Alright. But I think lighting the candles might be a bit more efficient." She said. "I can do it!" He yelled, then cursed and threw away another matchstick.

"Robin! We need some light in here! Get the candles going!" Zatanna yelled. There had been a power outage across Providence, and the Cave had been affected, so no one could leave, and none of the lights worked. Everyone else had already lit candles in most of the Cave, and Robin had been letting M'gann do most of their assigned rooms (watching carefully to make sure the Martian wasn't severely affected by the flames), but Robin had taken up the living room, and everyone had gathered there to watch television. And Robin, apparently, had forgotten how to light a match.

''Robin, please just-" "Ha! I got it!" Robin shouted, holding up a barely-flickering yet still on fire match. "Woohoo! Go Robin!" Wally shouted, and both he and Artemis started clapping sarcastically. "Shut up!" Robin yelled. And then the match went out.

"Just take it!" He groaned, shoving the matchbox towards M'gann. "Sorry, Robin." She said, but took the matchbox and began lighting candles. He cllapsed on the couch next to Wally and Artemis, who had already begun making fun of him. He held his head in his hands. This was going to be a long night.