A/N: So…it's almost Christmas. And because I'm trying to get into the Christmas spirit, I thought I'd write a little something. I wanted to make a collection, but I just didn't have time this year. Instead, I'm posting this, and a little story on Christmas Day. Anyway, ignore my ramblings and read on!
Across the city, Christmas lights shine
Brilliantly lit trees illuminating every window
But in the sparse darkness, there is a different kind
Where malevolent crimes reach a violent crescendo
Somewhere below, there's a bat and a bird
Out to stop those who chose the wrong path
While others are sleeping, and not a creature stirs
The scum of Gotham feel the bat's wrath
In a dank, dirty alley, a young woman screams
A desperate man threatens her life
Though the victim should be sleeping, and having sweet dreams
A stranger is ready to gut her with a knife
Two figures suddenly emerge from the gray
The bat and the bird make not a sound
Unfortunately, the girl's eyes give them away
And the mugger quickly spins around
The man's eyes are wild, his cheeks flushed
The bat reasons that he will be easy to contain
But then the man gives a great, sudden thrust
And the bird doubles over and cries out in pain
The mugger and fled, and so has the girl
Yet the two heroes don't chase after their foe
While the city dreams of fairies that twirl
The little bird slowly bleeds out in the snow
A/N: Um…Merry Christmas? I know it's sadder than Christmas stories are supposed to be, but the idea hit me during the most boring history class I've ever had to attend, so do you really blame me? Maybe you do...
Well, stay tuned for my Day story. In fact, there'll probably be sporadic postings throughout Christmas Day. Mostly poems :)
I promise they'll be a lot fluffier.
~Val