Disclaimer: I don't own any of the following characters or any of the following song lyrics (Christmas music always gets me in the Christmas spirit)

I am sorry about the update but my brain reminded me after I published this chapter that I couldn't have a Christmas special without a narrator.

I don't need a thing, Don't need the whitest snow, Or the tallest tree, Just one wish, one wish, That I could be with you this Christmas

Rosette, One Wish.

Gotham has quite the list of reputable qualities but you won't find Christmas under C, with other list items being crime and corruption. It is not a wonder as to why.

However the holiday time is a time for miracles and one may call what happened in Gotham this Christmas just that.

Our story begins on a downtown street, where we find police commissioner Jim Gordon driving home after another long day trying to bring harmony to the city with the cost of his own…

Wreaths were stuck on almost every shop door, every tree, pine or otherwise was wrapped up in strings of brightly colored twinkling lights and a fresh snow was delivered every night.

All in all, the city, Gotham City, looked very festive.

The holiday aesthetics were rubbing off on the inhabitants of the city. There was a definite spirit on the streets these days, the citizens seemed happy, even hopeful and in the smallest gestures, be it a friendly nod or smile, the people were displaying their goodwill, eager to pass it on.

He spent a lot of time on the decorated streets of Gotham but the holiday spirit eluded him.

Jim had spent too much time on the streets, and not enough time at home. He could not remember the last time he ate supper with them and it had to have been a week since he had seen his children. Last night he read over their letters to Santa while he ate alone, the carefully scribbled addresses proof that they still lived the same house.

Jim may as well be the commissioner of the North Pole.

The saddest part was that his family had become accustomed to his absence. Barbara's holiday nagging was a forgotten tradition, (However passive attacks would start when her mother arrived in town) she had given up and the sad looks in James's and Tiffany's eyes told him that they were holding out little hope of seeing their dad.

The first Christmas Jim was commissioner, he would find them sleeping on the couch, trying to wait up for him. They didn't do that anymore.

Jim thought of his own parents. Of how there was always a invitation to spend Christmas out at his uncle's farm with them and all of the other Gordon's. How Jim would love to take his family out to the place where he had spent Christmas when he was young, take James and Tiffany skating on the pond where his dad use to take him when he was a boy, bundle them up and go on a sleigh ride driven by Uncle Keith's Clydesdale horses on Christmas eve.

His mental image of his children sitting with all their cousins at a kid's table while the adults sipped wine at a larger table evaporated when his walkie-talkie started squawking, forcing him to turn the car around.

Why couldn't crime stop for Christmas?

We leave the good commissioner now and go to a loft in the Narrows. Its residents are none other then the Clown Prince of crime and his Hench wench/ girlfriend who have settled down for the night. Well at least trying to…

Harley rolled on to her side, hoping she could get comfortable enough to put her mind to sleep.

" Move again and I'm gonna kick your ass out of bed" snarled the Joker. Harley had been flipping and flopping for the past hour, you would of think she would have gotten the hint when he moved away from her. You would also think that since the two had been sharing the same bed for a while now, she would know what a light sleeper he was.

"I'm so-", she started sitting up but stopped once the Joker made good on his threat and gave her a forceful shove, sending her on to the floor.

"I can't sleep." She sighed, remaining on the floor but resting her head on the side of the bed. She waited for him to say something but of coarse he ignored her.

"Last year was our first Christmas together but since we were in Arkham we didn't even get to see each other" she stated sadly. "So I was hoping that … maybe…we could um put up a tree and have, ya know, dinner and stuff".

Harley had wanted to bring up Christmas since the start of the month but it never seemed like a good time. Though when the Joker was tired and cranky wasn't a good time, she couldn't hold this back any longer.

"Yeah, sure" the Joker propped himself up on one elbow and met her eyes, "Is that all?"

Harley began talking to a thread she was pulling off the blanket.

" Well no. I was also kinda hoping that we could invite Pam over. I know you two don't exactly get along." That was an understatement. " I don't want her to be alone on Christmas "

"The hippie is the one with the problem not me." The Joker lay back down; Harley sat shivering on the ground, not knowing if she should wait for an invitation back up. "We should ask um whats-his-name, Crane, too. Betcha he's alone"

"What about Tetch and Jones and Cobblepot and Ms. Kyle?" asked Harley.

"How about everyone?" the Joker yawned. "Even Strange and Nygma."

"So much for small"

"Small's not my nature, Harl, you know that". She bet there was a smirk on his face when he said that.

"This loft is small though"

"Talk to your buddy Oswald and see if the Iceberg Lounge is reserved."

Harley wanted to start working on the invites right now. There was more to do now that her initial plan of it being only three people had been changed to every villain in Gotham but it made it all the more exciting. This would make up for her last Christmas being spent in a padded cell.

"Will you be able to lie still now?" asked the Joker. Harley nodded and gladly climbed back in to bed, taking that as her invitation.

Maybe she had spoke to soon.

"Now I'm too excited to sleep!"

A/N: As promised, here is my Christmas special, I love Christmas. I just sort of sat down and typed it out, so its not the greatest, next chapter will be better.