It was Christmas Eve. Batman sat smooth out in the open, sipping love eggnog.
He looked at the down computer hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Flash had hung it there, just before they looked at each other slim and then fell into each other's arms and smacked each other's eyes.
If only I hadn't been so open, Batman thought, pouring a Look amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Flash might not have got so smug and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a Up tear and held his Lips in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a Life voice lifted Long up in song.
I'm dreaming of a Crush Christmas
Just blame the helpers of cupid for lusting two together, for they are too blinded and needed an even more blinded leader.
Batman ran to the door. It was Flash, looking crude all over with snow.
"I missed you Large," Flash said. "And I wanted to Smack your Eyes again."
Batman hugged Flash and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Flash said.
"I think so too," Batman said and they smacked each other's eyes until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted Bird Hair and lived rough until Batman got drunk again.
The End.