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A/N: Review—and enjoy and merry xmas/nondenominational winter holiday—hehe.

The tea party went relatively well, civility managing to be retained for more than ten seconds. Finally finished with his third cup of tea, The Joker tossed the cup over his shoulder where it shattered rather audibly.

"I'm full, and I'm bored, and those two things make for excellent destruction qualities."

Batman glared, "Would it kill you to sit still for five minutes?"

"What the—what the hell do you think I just fucking did! Perform the entire nutcracker," Joker waved his hands about exasperatedly.

Batman huffed and stood up, crossed his arms and started to walk away only to trip on something. Landing flat on his face was not exactly in the plan, but when Batsy saw what his downfall was he couldn't help the giggle that escaped.

"Karaoke! Me first!"

The Joker didn't have much time to argue because almost instantly, Batsy had some song blaring and was attempting to croon the words.

"One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
One way or another I'm gonna win ya
I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
One way or another I'm gonna see ya
I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha
One day, maybe next week
I'm gonna meetcha, I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha
I will drive past your house
And if the lights are all down
I'll see who's around

One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
One way or another I'm gonna win ya
I'll getcha, I'll getcha
One way or another I'm gonna see ya
I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha
One day, maybe next week
I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha

And if the lights are all out
I'll follow your bus downtown
See who's hanging out

One way or another I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip, a slip of the lip or another
I'm gonna lose ya, I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya
One way or another I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya trick ya trick ya trick ya
One way or another I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip

I'll walk down the mall
Stand over by the wall
Where I can see it all
Find out who ya call
Lead you to the supermarket checkout
Some specials and rat food, get lost in the crowd

One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha
Where I can see it all, find out who ya call
One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha
Where I can see it all, find out who ya call
One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha
Where I can see it all, find out who ya call"

Joker cringed as Batsy took a bow—not only was the song completely obvious, the masked vigilante absolutely had to do the silly dance to go along with it.

Joker stalked up to the microphone and roughly shoved Batsy aside, "Done embarrassing yourself? Good, its my turn to do this psychotic thing."

Swiping his hair back, Joker smiled sadistically, "This one goes out to the one I love—"

"And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
You cunt, I´m not a queer
I´ll state my case, of which I´m certain
I´ve lived a life that´s full
I've traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

Regrets, I´ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did, what I had to do
And saw it through with out exemption
I planned each chartered course
Each careful step along the highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

There were times, I´m sure you knew
When there was fuck fuck fuck-all else to do
But through it all, when there was doubt
I shot it up or kicked it out
I faced the wall and the world
And did it my way

I've laughed and been a snake
I´ve had my fill, my share of losing
And now, the tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think, I killed a cat
And may I say, not in a gay way
Oh no, oh no not me
I did it my way

For what is a brat, what has he got
When he wears hats and he cannot
Say the things he truly feels
But only the words, of one who kneels
The record shows, I fucked a bloke
And did it my way"

Bowing to the imaginary crowd, Joker inhaled deeply, eyes shut.

"That's how it is done, not some cheesy one hit wonder, a classic about self achievement."

Batsy lunged for the mike and started another song, Joker scowled and joined in, both attempting to be louder than the other.

"City sidewalks, bloody sidewalks,

slick with holiday gore,

in the air there's a smell of explosives.

Children wailing, people screaming,

as they run for their lives,

from the gunman who has taken the store.

Silver bells, shotgun shells,

It's Christmas time in the city.

Rink ka-chink, hear them ring,

Today is your last Christmas day."

The End

Hope you enjoyed the psychotic moments that presented this story-

Songs are One Way or Another by blondie, My Way by Sid Vicious, and Silver Shells-takeoff of Silver Bells, Please review.