A/N: Okay, we're starting with a big disclaimer. I do not own DC Comics, Batman: The Brave And The Bold, or The Music Meister. I also do not own A Christmas Carol or the concept of it. But, technically at least, I do own Parsy, Prezzie and Destiny, the three spirits used in this story.
"All right, that's it!" The Music Meister exclaimed, throwing his hat onto the sofa, "No more crime!" The Music Meister had just arrived back at his hideout after escaping from Arkham Asylum, where he had been for almost a month. It hadn't been easy either; he had almost been shot twice, narrowly missed a taser, and had nearly impaled himself on the main gate. In retrospect, climbing over the gate hadn't been the best idea, but one doesn't really think about that when they're trying not to receive a bullet in the head. The Music Meister plucked the remote control from the coffee table and turned on the television, an old one with a small screen that closely resembled a box.
"And to the weather," The weather reporter said, "It looks like Gotham City's having its first blizzard tonight, so stay inside, keep warm, and tomorrow we'll all enjoy a white Christmas."
"Not much to enjoy." Music Meister grumbled under his breath as he shut and locked the door. The Music Meister wasn't usually a sour note, but his charisma had been dampened by recent events.
Oh come on. A voice in his head said. You love Christmas. The decorations, the fresh snow on the ground, the carolling. It must have been his conscience or something similar. The Music Meister turned on the heater, noticing a chill in the air, before sitting down on the sofa.
"I'm not speaking badly of Christmas, I just find it hard to enjoy when I've recently had to avoid speeding bullets." He replied, propping his feet up on the coffee table and moving his hat so it was out of harms way.
Yes, but look on the bright side. The voice replied. You're out.
"Yes, but now I don't have to worry about that ever again."
Speaking of which, are you serious? The voice asked. You can't give up crime!
"I just did." The Music Meister replied nonchalantly, focus not really on the television anymore.
But you said yourself that you're the maestro of villainy! The voice in his head exclaimed, dumbfounded. I can't believe this! The Music Meister turned the television off and lay down on the sofa, swinging his legs up.
"And I can't believe I'm talking to myself again." He replied, "I probably just need a good night's sleep." The Music Meister closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.
A/N: Yes, I know this is a shit chapter. Moving on.