AN: For your amusement (or, more likely, your confusion), this bad poem. Christmas in July. Fell into the Norse Mythology fandom, BTW, so a break is imminent. (DUDES. Someone has nine moms and Loki gave birth to an eight-legged horse. The fuck Loki, seriously.)
The Puppeteer Patient 120402-That's what I told him. What was I supposed to say? Not that.
Katherine-Gold star!
Speeding through the streets/fleeing from the Bat/o'er the potholes we go/screaming whose idea was that!
Pedestrians all shriek/making Batman mad/oh dear god this is not fun/hey, is that a Santa hat?
Jingle bells/Batman smells/Robin laid an egg/the Batmobile lost a wheel/and the Joker got away!
THE END
The Batmobile, sadly, remained intact. We, on the other hand, ended up running over seven pedestrians before some idiot cut us off and spoiled everything. Gave me whiplash. Cretin.
