Don't rain on my parade.


Caught, finally caught again and put in Arkham again. It wasn't fair, what was so wrong about teaching the world and Gotham about the joy of music?

Apparently everything according to the courts.

Granted his singing had an… unusual side effect with it but, that wasn't his fault, really, he couldn't help it.

Music Meister sat with his head in his hands, a bored and tired look on his face.

Arkham was so drab too, no music, though he did suppose the place had a sort of… rhythm to it.

Sign in, cell, rec-room, therapy, sign in, cell, rec-room, therapy, sign in, cell, rec-room, therapy and so on.

Then there was also Batman. Always Batman!

Meister smirked slightly. "Always driving villains bats," he chuckled before he leaned back on the sofa and grinned. "It's a good job they've got Arkham 'cause he really drives us bats."

"Meister!"

He turned and smiled at the ever so joyful blond who came skipping over to him.

"Hello Harley."

"I didn't know they caught ya again."

"Ah yes…" he sighed and tapped the metal collar around his neck. "My vocal cords have been stripped once more. Well… the hypnotic ones anyway."

"That's a pity," Harley frowned sat next to him on the sofa, with he legs crossed. "Ya can still sing though right?"

"Hmm."

"Oh! I know one you'll love," Harley cleared her throat. "Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter, don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade!"

Mister chuckled before he grinned at her. "I'm gonna live and live now, get what I want and I know how!"

"Eye on the target and then!"

"On shot."

"One gun shot and-."

"BAM!"

Harley and Meister burst out laughing before Harley continued.

"I'm marching my baaaaaannnnd, out!"

"I'm beating myyyyyyyy, drum!"

"And if I'm fanned out."

"Your turn at bat, sir."

"At least I didn't fake it."

"Hat, sir, guess I didn't make it."

"Get ready for my love cause I'm a 'comer'."

"I simply gotta march my heart's a drummer!"

"WILL YA'LL SHADUP, I'M TRYNA' READ HE'AH!"

Both stopped and turned to see a very angry Jonathan Crane glaring at them from behind his book.

"I never knew you were from down south," Meister grinned as Crane went red but the stoney faced villain rolled his eyes,

"Just please be quiet," Jonathan muttered as he went back to his book. "It is rather distracting."

"Okay, Professa', we'll sing quieter."

"I'd prefer it if you didn't sing at all."

Mister frowned at him and raised an eyebrow. "What ever is wrong about singing? Surly even you sing once in a while?"

"Once every blue moon, yes," Jonathan narrowed his eyes. "Other then that no and if I do it's usually to install terror into the listener, not joy."

"That sounds very depressing."

"You've never talked to me before, clearly."

"He can sing," came a quite tone of voice, almost like a mysterious whisper and they turned to see Luna had just entered the room. "He used to sing to me and my brother to get us to sleep."

"There we have it then," Meister grinned and looked at a very embarrassed Crane who now had his head firmly in the book to hide the fact he had gone red.

"He's very good," Luna followed up with and smiled. "We would often sing hymns together and christmas carols. Not so much now, but we used to."

"Child, Luna, my dear, please stop," Jonathan looked over at her. "I have a reputation to up hold."

"Sorry Jonathan."

"You sing, Luna?" Meister was now intrigued by this strange turn of events.

"Yes…" Luna answered. "But I don't think you'd like my songs… they are quite… morbid."

"I know a few morbid ones myself," Meister grinned widely, like he was proud of the fact that he probably knew about every single song known in existence, not to mention the ones he made up for himself. "Why should it matter your dreams of a child, innocence is gone, only fear to play with. Faces are changing, but nothing is changing the pain. Too late," Meister sang gently before he continued. "Two steps I take getting closer and closer. And one more breath I take, sends me further back."

Luna smiled slightly before she took over herself. "Over and over it calls to your soul, say it isn't so, emptiness surrounds you. No one can help, if the angels refuse to come near, who's there? Cold faded photos they lay by your side, something in my room, never mind the reason. Visions are lying and reasons just live to survive, this time."

"Wow," Harley breathed and stared. "You're amazing suga'!"

"I used to be in a choir, that's all," Luna shrugged and sat next to Jonathan smiling slightly. "But… I much preferred singing with Jonathan."

"Thank you Luna," Jonathan muttered before he went back to reading.

"Oh!" Harley cried. "I got a good one," she jumped up and began to dance to a beat in her head before she began to sing. "This hit, that ice cold, Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold!"

"This one, for them hood girls, them good girls, straight masterpieces!" Meister joined in with a smile as he too got up and began to dance with Harley.

"Stylin'!"

"While in."

"Livin' it up in the city!"

"Got chucks on with Saint Laurent."

"Gotta kiss myself, I'm so pretty!"

"I'm too hot!"

"Hot damn!"

"Called a police and a fireman!"

"I'm too hot!"

"Hot damn!"

"Make a dragon wanna retire man!"

"I'm too hot!"

"Hot damn!"

"Say my name, you know who I am!"

"I'm too hot!"

"Hot damn!"

"And I'm bad 'bout that money, break it down!"

Jonathan rubbed his temples and sighed, giving up on reading and deciding to simply listen to the two of them sing. Next to him Luna was already swinging slightly to the beat of the song and he shook his head sighing.

"Girls hit your hallelujah!"

"Whoo!"

"Girls hit your hallelujah!"

"Whoo!"

"Girls hit your hallelujah!"

"Whoo!"

"'Cause Uptown Funk gon' give it to you!"

"Cause Uptown Funk gon' give it to you!"

"Cause Uptown Funk gon' give it to you!"

"Saturday night and we in the spot, don't believe me just watch, come on!"

"What is the point to all this?" Jonathan finally asked.

"The point is the song!" Meister cried as he grinned at him. "The point of the song is to make you feel good and happy about yourself."

"Oh wonderful," Jonathan mumbled and Luna laughed lightly before she shook her head.

"Oh I had an idea!" Harley cried. "You'll love it."

"Only if it involves no singing," Jonathan muttered under his breath.

"If I can get that collar off ya'," Harley grinned as she pointed to the silver collar around Meister's neck. "Then for valentine's day, we can get Riddles and Mist ta sing a love song together."

"Oh now that's an idea!"

"Can I help?" Luna asked with a smile. "I still owe Mist after Halloween."

"Sure ya can," Harley grinned and beckoned the others to follow. "Come on!"

They followed after her and Jonathan was left alone in the rec-room and he smiled pleasantly at the silence but found that now he was missing the noise.

He sighed and looked around. There was no one else here, not a sign of anyone.

Smiling slightly he picked up his book and opened it to the page he was on, before he checked around himself one more time.

Definitely no one here.

He gently cleared his throat before checking one final time, then he looked back at his book and began to sing softly. "All around me are familiar faces, warn out places, worn out faces. Bright and early for their daily races, going nowhere, going nowhere," he paused slightly and checked before continuing. "Their tears are filling up their glasses, no expression, no expression. Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow, no tomorrow, no tomorrow. And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. I find it hard to tell you, 'cause I find it hard to take. When people run in circles it's a very, very….mad world…. mad world…"

Just in the doorway the other three listened and Meister and Harley stared in shock before smiling. "Ya weren't kidding kid."

"Doctor Crane has a rather good tenor voice. It suits him."

"I told you," Luna smiled.

The other two looked at each other and grinned, before nodding. "NOBODY, NO NOBODY!" they sang making Jonathan yelp, jump up and spin around in shock as the other two stood there and finished off their first song. "IS GONNA RAIN OF MY…. PARAAAAAAAAAAAAADE!"

THE END.


Note: First things before I talk about the story... R.I.P to all those who lost their lives in the attacks on Paris yesterday, our thoughts and prayers are with you all at this difficult and awful time.

Now this story was a silly one I know, gotta have a little bit of silly and would you look at that Music Meister! Probably one of the funnest villains ever invented! :) Gotta say I enjoyed this one, especially picking the songs.

Up Next: 50/50 Chance: Summary: Two Face is staring to loose it, no coin, no sense, no chance. His fate has been decided or has it. A letter from an old friend seems to break him out of his catatonic state, just a pity it didn't stop him from breaking out.

Keep up with them requests, but also, once Arkham Life is finished, do not worry... because well I have a little surprise for the last chapter and of course a sequel that will still be about the requests so yep! :) Looking forward to that.