AN: You know how I said I was taking a holiday? I lied. I WAS going to take a holiday, but while I was posting my Sherlock Christmas thing, I thought I'd try it Scarecrow-style. This is a real song. Sing to the tune of 'The Twelve Days of Christmas'.
"The first thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me, is finding a Christmas tree."
Jonathan Crane has never had a Christmas tree. He doesn't see the point, either. It's a dying tree that might catch on fire because of all the lights on it. La-dee-dah.
All the same, Kitty wanted a Christmas tree. So here they are, looking for a halfway decent one. He is not impressed by any of them.
"Is this really necessary?"
"Yes. Now be quiet and help me."
God, you really are whipped.
Shut up, Scarecrow.
She's practically got you eating out of her hand!
She does not. This is called compromising. You should try it sometime.
Whatever, Jonny. I don't 'compromise'.
Which is why she likes me more than you.
Asshole.
Hah. He'd won that argument, and they both knew it.
"God! Gotham has no trees!"
What was she talking about? There were trees everywhere! Maybe not good trees, but still.
"Kitty…"
"To the Wal-Mart!"
"What-? Why?"
"We're getting a fake tree."
A fake tree? Really? Whatever. As long as it wasn't hot pink.
THE END