Here comes Santa Claus! Here comes Santa Claus! Right down Santa Claus Lane! He's got a bag that is filled with toys for the boys and girls again.


Mother Baldwin's plane didn't get in for another hour; Jim had time to stop in briefly at M.C.U and pick up some paperwork. Justifying it as a productive way to spend time at the airport if her flight got delayed.

M.C.U was as decorated as it could be. A small Christmas tree wrapped in silver tin foil and gold balls stood almost proudly in the corner. It wasn't much but it somehow brightened up the grayscale room quite a bit.

One person didn't think so.

A redheaded woman sat in a holding cell, glaring at the tree as if it had just grabbed her ass at the bar.

Why wasn't he called? A super villain was sitting in their holding cell and the police commissioner had no idea.

Her emerald eyes snapped from the tree to him.

"Hello, Gordon" Poison Ivy greeted. He responded with a small nod of his head.

Detective Anna Ramirez came in to his peripheral vision. Jim turned to her but before he could ask…

"She was caught trying to start a fire in a Christmas tree yard. She was taken to precinct 14 but once they realized who she was they brought her over to us so she's two minutes longer then you" Ramirez explained, with unease but that just be because of the stare he was giving her.

If it weren't for the hair, Gordon wouldn't have recognized her either. Poison Ivy wasn't dressed up in her usual attire, instead just everyday "civilian" clothes.

"Oh darlin' its been longer then that" Poison Ivy sassed.

"You won't be here too much longer" Jim told her. He herded Anna in to an adjacent meeting room and shut the door.

As luck would have it Gerard Stephens was already in there. Jim must have had that ill-informed annoyed look on his face still because once again before he could say anything…

"I already phoned Arkham, we can transfer her as soon as we're ready" Gerard said. "We have this under control."

Jim checked his watch. He now had fifty minutes before he had to pick up Barbara's mother, but that included the twenty-minute drive to the airport. He should just stick to his original plan; pick up whatever papers he needed and go. But precinct 14 was located in the Narrow's and that thought just gnawed at him. News travels fast in that part of town.

"We got this, Jim" Stephen's reiterated. Anna only nodded with a small smile.

You see, Poison Ivy was actually the one telling the truth; she had been at M.C.U way longer then 2 minutes, 60 minutes to be exact. Nobody planned on telling the commissioner though. They were all hoping that if streets remained as quiet as they had been for the past couple of days. Gordon would for once get to spend Christmas with his family. So there was a pact amongst the GCPD that the streets would be quiet.

The inner turmoil must have replaced the irked expression on his face. They're right he should go. Barbara was counting on him to do this one thing.

"Ho ho ho" someone yelled out in the lobby. All three of them exchanged confused looks before leaving the office. The unusual cry had caught the attention of everyone else in the building as other heads peered out of offices and around corners.

A Santa Claus impersonator and elf had arrived, probably sent by a charity they had funded this past year. It was nothing more then a seasonal candy-gram.

"You are on my naughty list" Santa told their receptionist Jeanine. The rapid movement of the elf's eyes as she scowled at Santa is what drew Jim's attention to them. They were icy blue.

Shit

Jim went to make a move toward them but Santa was faster. He pulled the string of his duffel bag and it fell away to reveal a small gas tank, instantly it filled the room with a murky colored gas.

The colors of M.C.U became blurred as it burned his eyes and that was the red from Santa's coat was the last thing Jim saw before he blacked out.


Bruce's brow was drawn down as he listened to the radio transmission coming from his computer. Alfred doubted he was listening to a celebrity scandal. As he got closer to it, he heard unmistakably the cut outs of walkie-talkies.

"Isn't nitrous oxide a anesthetic gas, sir?" asked Alfred

"Yes" Bruce answered slowly, "The Joker and Harley gassed all of M.C.U with a tank of it to break Poison Ivy out."

" No causalities?"

"No, everyone is fine" Bruce was completely confused by that part. "What are they playing at?" he voiced his thoughts. Alfred wanted to ask him what good was worrying about it but he didn't.

If it were any other time of the year Bruce would not be focusing on this so much; no one was killed or even injured for that matter. It should be easy to let this one slide by as a lucky and leave at that. But it had been way too quiet and Bruce was looking for a way to distract himself, to forget that it was Christmas.

Every passing year since he was eight years old, Bruce celebrated the holidays a little less. This year he made a brief appearance at the Wayne Enterprises Christmas party and there were no parties at Wayne Manor this year and the trust fund brigade sympathetically thought they understood; poor orphan playboy without any family except for Alfred. In reality they had no idea.

" I take you are still going to go after them?" Alfred asked as Bruce began his transformation to Gotham's Guardian.

"Kill three birds with one stone if I can"

"You know maybe even they are planning on celebrating the holidays."

Bruce pulled his sinister cowl on.

"They're still criminals."


Pam was very groggy when she started coming around.

"Hey beautiful" greeted Harley, who was lying right beside her.

It occurred to Pam that it had been awhile since she had seen Harley, far too long considering how close they were. Life as villainess kept them busy. Harley hugged her, scratch that when most people hug they eventually let go, Harley's hug's could go on forever so they ended up cuddling. "I missed you".

"Am I, uh, interrupting somethin'?" asked the Joker. He still hadn't changed out of the Santa suit but had taken the time to throw his famous make-up back on. It had been awhile since Pam had seen him too. "Or were you waiting for me"

Not that she was complaining.

Even though she sat up as slow as possible, Pam still got a head rush and nearly fell back over. When her balance returned, she was able to get out of bed.

" Thanks for getting me out. But I have to be going"

"You owe us" the Joker stood in her way. "I was thinkin' dinner."

"What he means is. Is what are you doing for Christmas?"

Of course, Pam knew how much this time of meant to Harley.

Harley was up and was between the two of them before any blood got spilled. As festive as the color of blood was, Harley was probably hoping to avoid it. Making the two of them get along would take more then a Christmas miracle.

"I invited everyone, and I mean every single villain in Gotham to a Christmas party at the Iceberg lounge. And you can't say no because I absolutely will not have you spending Christmas alone" Harley explained.

"And if you don't cook, she is gonna have to" the Joker jerked his thumb at Harley, with a unpleasant look on his face.

"It sounds like I don't have a choice now" Pam sighed. "Don't want anyone spending Christmas in the E.R" she started to laugh, the Joker joined in.

"You know on second thought I don't think I want you two to get along" Harley cried


I'll get to finish but its going to be shortened now. I got busy with work, going out with friends and snow mobiling.