A/N: I had this idea, and needed o get it out of my system. Should I continue? Wut do you think?

Disclaimer: I do not own Batman. Neither do I own Skye Sweetnam (that's who the song in here is by)

The crowd shouting, the lights on me, I lived for it. For five hours every night I could forget about everything and perform. It didn't matter that the spectators were drunk. It didn't matter one bit. What mattered was that they enjoyed my music. They were having fun dancing and drinking to my music. You see, I was the lead singer and guitar of Stitched Princess, the house band at Saratone's, a local bar. I smiled as I sang my closing song:

I am a new breed of doll
Psycho baby doll gone wrong
Toolbelt with a lollipop
Curling iron, Kalashnikov
I am a new breed of doll
Fighting for a brave new world
Gas mask and a magic wand
Bulldozer and tutu on
Load up, load up
March to the future
Lipstick, I might kill you or kiss ya
Baby doll gone wrong
She cries real tears
In her bed tonight
Press the button right
She will glow so bright
She bleeds real blood
Cut her with a knife
She'll fight for her life
But it's you who dies
Surprise, surprise
Catch me
Can you still believe
My name
And can't you see this
Baby doll gone wrong
I am a new breed of doll
Crash helmet and halo on
Jackhammer and my apron
Throw my head back, sing a song
I am a new breed of doll
Mace you with my aerosol
Tinkerbell and S&M
Bumper car that has a brain
Load up, load up
March to the future
Lipstick, I might kill you or kiss ya
Baby doll gone wrong
She cries real tears
In her bed tonight
Press the button right
She will glow so bright
And she bleeds real blood
Cut her with a knife
She'll fight for her life
But it's you who dies
Surprise, surprise
In her bed tonight
Press the button right
She will glow so bright
And she bleeds real blood
Cut her with a knife
She'll fight for her life
But it's you who dies
Surprise, surprise
Baby doll
I'll kick the boys and make them fall
Baby doll
I'll kick the boys and make them fall
Sugar and razor blade
Acid pink lemonade
That's how baby dolls are made
We misbehave
We misbehave
Load up, load up
March to the future
Lipstick, I might kill you or kiss ya
Baby doll gone wron
She cries real tears
In her bed tonight
Press the button right
She will glow so bright
She bleeds real blood
Cut her with a knife
She'll fight for her life
But it's you who dies
Surprise, surprise
In her bed tonight
Press the button right
She will glow so bright
She cries real tears
Cut her with a knife
She'll fight for her life
But it's you who dies
Surprise, surprise

The crowds cheers deafened me. I smiled at the wolf whistles and cat calls as I leaned over to pick up the tips. It was perfect. My eyes drifted around the crowd until they found there mark. In his usual place was our regular. He would come in right as we would come on, and leave when we were finished. He was our one and only true fan, and I planned to keep him. I smiled and waved to him. His head nodded from under his purple cap. "LEX! Are you gonna sleep on the stage!" I heard Tyson, our base, shout to me from backstage. I smiled once more at our mysterious fanatic in purple, and ran backstage.

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From underneath the hat, the Joker smiled. Alexandria Napier would be easier than he thought.