Another Smallville-Disney mash-up, and this time, a certain industrialist is the hero.

Disclaimer: Mickey's Christmas Carol belongs to Walt Disney, and Smallville belongs to Warner Brothers, and the characters from that and any other DC character I use belongs to DC Comics.

Clark's Christmas Carol
Chapter 1: Strange's Ghost

In Metropolis, on Christmas Eve, the stingiest man in town, Lex Luthor, walked down the street. There was no Christmas cheer in his heart though. Lex hated the whole idea of Christmas. As he walked, he passed a homeless man as he outstretched his hand.
"Give a penny for the poor sir." The man said. "Penny for the poor."
"Bah." Lex said simply before continuing to his counting house, Luthor & Strange. Luthor never bothered to paint out Strange's name.
"My partner Hugo Strange." Lex said calmly. "Dead seven years today. He was a good businessman. He robbed from the widows and swindled the poor."
Lex looked at the sign and smirked.
"In his will he left me enough money for his tombstone, and I had him buried at sea." Lex chuckled to himself.

Inside the store, Lex's bookman, Clark Kent, was about to put a thing of coal in the fire while Lex was out when he came in.
"Oh... Uh..." Clark said nervously. "Good morning Mr. Luthor."
"Kent, what are you doing with that piece of coal?!" Lex asked angrily.
"I was just trying to thaw out the ink, sir." Clark said timidly as he pointed to the ice covered ink quill.
"You used a piece last week!" Lex snapped as he grabbed the coal and tossed it in a bucket. "Now get on with your work, Kent!"
"Speaking of work Mr. Luthor tomorrow is Christmas, and I was wondering if I could have... Half the day off?"
"Christmas." Lex spat angrily as he thought. "Mm... Oh, I suppose so, but I'll dock you half a day's pay. Now let's see... I pay you two dollars a day."
"Uh, two dollars and a quarter, sir." Clark corrected.
"Oh right." Lex said. "I gave you that raise three years ago."
"Yes sir." Clark said. "When I started doing your laundry."
"Alright Kent, get busy while I go over my books, oh and I've got another bundle of shirts for you." Lex said as he tossed a moderately large laundry bag at Clark.
"Yes sir." Clark said quickly.
Lex then sat down and went over his notes as a large amount of money sat in front of him.
"Now let's see..." Lex mused. "One hundred and twelve dollars from Fine, plus his eighty-percent interest, compounded daily..."
Lex laughed as he played a little with a few coins.
"Money, money, money."
Then the door opened, and Lex's nephew and only living relative, Alexander came in.
"Merry Christmas!" Alexander called out.
"And a merry Christmas to you, Alex." Clark said as he took a break from his books to talk to Alexander.
"Bah humbug." Lex muttered.
"Merry Christmas, Uncle Lex!" Alexander called out with a smile.
"What's so merry about it?" Lex asked moodily. "I'll tell you what Christmas is, it's just another work day, and any jackanapes who thinks else should be boiled in his own pudding!"
"Ew." Alexander remarked.
"But sir Christmas is a time for giving." Clark said quickly. "A time to be with one's family."
"I say 'Bah humbug.'" Lex said stubbornly.
"I don't care!" Alexander called out. "I say 'Merry Christmas!'"
"Well said Alex!" Clark called out as he applauded.
"Kent, what are you doing?!" Alexander asked angrily.
"Uh..." Clark said nervously as he stopped clapping. "Just trying to keep my hands warm, sir."
"And what are you doing here, Nephew?" Lex asked testily.
"I've come to give you a reef and invite you to Christmas dinner." Alexander said as he handed Lex the reef.
"Well..." Lex said with a smile. "I suppose you're going to have plump goose with chestnut dressing?"
"Yup." Alexander confirmed.
"And will you have plum pudding and lemon sauce?" Lex continued.
"Oh yeah!" Alexander said with a widening smile.
"And spiced sugar cakes with candied fruit?" Lex finished.
"Yes!" Alexander said excitedly. "Yes! Will you come?"
"Are you insane?" Lex snapped. "You know I can't eat that stuff, now get out!"
"Alright." Alexander said as he put the reef on the door. "Merry Christmas!"
"And a bah humbug to you!" Lex shouted back, but Alexander had already left.
"That Alex." Clark said with a chuckle. "Always so full of kindness."
"Yeah." Lex said. "He always was a little peculiar." The door opened again. "And stubborn!"
Instead of Alexander, a very well built man was there with a man with black hair walked in.
"Oh, customers." Lex said with an excited smile. "I'll handle this, Kent."
Lex then walked up to the two.
"Yes, what can I do for you two gentlemen?" Lex asked.
"Sir, I'm Oliver Queen, and this is my associate, Bruce Wayne." Mr. Queen said. "We are soliciting funds for the impudent and destitute."
"For the what?" Lex asked.
"We're collecting money for the poor." Bruce translated.
"Oh..." Lex said. "Well, you do realize that if you give money to the poor, they won't be poor anymore."
"Well that's true." Bruce said.
"And if they're not poor anymore, then you won't have to raise money for them anymore." Lex went on, putting on a concerned front.
"Well, I suppose." Mr. Queen admitted.
"And if you don't have to raise money for them anymore, then you would be out of a job." Lex said as he opened the door, and the two walked out. "Oh please gentlemen, don't ask me to put you out of a job, not on Christmas Eve."
"Oh, we'd never do that, Mr. Luthor." Mr. Queen said.
"Well then," Lex finished, going back to his normal manner at once. "I suggest you give this to the poor and be gone!"
He tossed the wreath Alexander had given him at Bruce who caught it reflexively and slammed the door in their faces.
"What's this world coming to, Kent?" Lex asked as Clark turned to listen. "You work all your life to get money, and people want you to give it away."

As the day came to its end, Clark used a nearby lamp to keep himself warm, which wasn't too easy. He then glanced over at the clock and smiled when he saw that it was only fifteen seconds until quitting time. Finishing up his last sentence, he closed the book and got ready to head home.
"Two minutes fast." Lex remarked as Clark gulped and was about to get back to work when Lex stopped him. "Eh, never mind those two minutes. You can go now."
"Thank you, sir!" Clark said as he hopped down. "You're so kind-"
"Never mind the mushy stuff!" Lex shouted. "Just go, but be here all the earlier the next afternoon!"
"I will!" Clark said excitedly. "I will sir, and a bah hum- I mean, a merry Christmas to you sir!"
Clark then picked up the bag of Lex's shirts and walked off as all Lex said in reply was, "Bah."

At nine at night, Lex closed up the counting house and walked off to his house, which had once belonged to Strange. As Lex unlocked the door, he looked at the knocker just as it turned into Hugo Strange's face. With the same glasses and beard.
"Luthor..." Strange said in an eerie voice.
"Hugo Strange?" Lex asked in shock. "No, that can't be!"
Thinking he was just wearied from a good day's work, he touched the knocker's nose, and exclaimed in a way that frightened Lex so badly, he ran into the house. After catching his breath, he put what had happened off as stress with all the fools he had to deal with that day. He then began to walk upstairs when he heard footsteps coming up behind him. He turned, but no one was there. He went on, and again he heard the footsteps. He turned around again, but still no one was there. He looked down from the stairway, but nothing was there either. He walked on when he heard the footsteps for a third time and turned to see a shadow of a bald man with the profile of Strange. Lex shouted in shock and terror and rushed to his living room, bolting the door and hiding in his seat.
"Lex Luthor..." Strange's voice called out from the other side of the door.
"GO AWAY!" Lex shouted as a blue-white, transparent version of Hugo Strange walked in. Aside from his usually lab coat and gloves, Strange also wore a long chain with cash boxes and safes attached to it.
"Lex Lu-AHH!" Strange explained as he tripped on a lose rug and ended up landing right next to his chair.
"A bit more hazardous here than I remember." Strange said calmly as he got up and looked at Lex, apparently noticing a look of terror.
"Luthor, don't you recognize me?" Strange asked. "In life I was your partner, Hugo Strange."
Lex hadn't wanted to believe it, but looking at Strange's face, he was forced to, and that actually helped to calm him down a little.
"Strange, it is you." Lex said as his eyes widened.
"Alexander," Strange said as he stood straight up. "Remember when I was alive, I robbed the widows and swindled the poor?"
"Yes, and all on the same day." Lex said with a smile at the memories. "Oh, you had class Hugo."
"Yup." Strange said with a smug look before shaking his head. "Wait, no! No! I was wrong, and so as punishment, I'm forced to carry these chains for eternity! ... Maybe even longer. With no hope. I'm doomed! Doomed!"
Strange then turned his face to Lex.
"And the same thing will happen to you, Alexander Luthor."
"No!" Lex gasped in fear as he recoiled from the chains that were close by his chair. "No it can't! It mustn't! Help me, Hugo!"
"Tonight, you will be visited by three spirits." Strange informed Lex. "Listen to them, and do what they say, or your chains will be heavier than mine."
Lex agreed nervously as he turned nervously around.
"Farewell Alexander..." Strange called out as he walked back, making sure to be mindful of the rug. "Farewell . . ."
"Strange!" Lex called out as he remembered something about the stairway. "Watch out for that first-"
There were several loud screams and grunts as Hugo Strange's ghost fell down the stairs.
"Step." Lex finished before going off to bed.

Spooky, huh? Also, I just now realized that the title's an alliteration.