AN: To hell with Rudolph. The Grinch is better. The proper one with Boris Karloff, mind.
Jasmine Scarthing-Everybody knows I gassed Batman. It's no terrible secret. Now, where did I put those syringes...?
SwordStitcher-Vultures. Dragging me out into the flu-ridden masses for batteries.
Azailia-I had spare batteries. There was a...slight explosion.
"The eleventh thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me...stale TV specials..."
God, why did Arkham have to put Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer on yet again? Why?
The worst part was that both Harley and the Joker were laughing their heads off. Those annoying, high-pitched giggles…was it any wonder that everyone in the room was homicidal?
Jonathan frowned and disappeared further behind his book, trying to block out the singing snowman.
"Kill me now." he groaned. "Please, Kitty. Make it quick."
"Oh, hush, love. It could be worse."
"How."
"No idea."
"We're getting out of here before Christmas, or I will be suicidal."
She shook her head and went back to her own book. On the other side of the room, the clowns continued to giggle.
Two days later, the television was destroyed and the secure wing was short two patients.
THE END