Some time had passed and before they knew it, it was Christmas Eve and Cherry sighed as she saw a lot of calls and messages on her phone about her parents asking her if she was coming home for Christmas which was something she always did and looked forward to, but she found herself unable to. Cherry soon went to the ties to find something for her own father.

"It's perfect... Dad will love it." A redheaded girl smiled as she picked one out.

Nearby, there were two college-aged young men: the first had brown hair and a squarish head, while the other had red-orange hair.

"Something on your mind, Adam?" asked the brown-haired boy. "You seem... Distant."

"Oh, I'm just thinking a little, I guess." The redhead replied.

"Like what?" The brunette wondered.

"I dunno." Adam replied.

Cherry looked around the ties, waiting behind the redheaded girl who was in front of her. They soon heard whining and crying from a little kid who was meeting Santa at the Mall.

"I've heard of kids being afraid of Santa, but they've been crying all day." The clerk commented.

"No kidding," The brunette noted. "Look who's playing him!"

"Harvey Bullock?!" Cherry sweat-dropped. "You'd be better off with Billy Bob Thornton!"

"I don't believe it." The redheaded girl chuckled.

"I can't believe it." Lionel noted.

"You know, you could be a little more jolly, Saint Nick." The woman elf suggested.

"Give me a break, Montoya; this is the lamest stake-out I've ever been on," Bullock defended. "We better get some lead on this invisible shoplifter soon or-" He was cut off with an "oof" when another kid hopped into his lap.

"You're not the real Santy Claus!" The kid remarked.

"Sure I am, wanna see my gun?" Bullock smirked to the kid.

The kid bawled and ran away.

"Still not as bad as Jake's Secret Santa back in middle school..." Adam remarked to the brunette.

"I'm not sure if I even wanna know, but I didn't think you guys did Christmas over there." Mac said about Adam's experience in middle school.

"Yeah. It was... Unpleasant," Adam replied. "And a year later; I met you, and Jake started getting jealous."

"Bloo was a little jealous too for a while." Mac replied.

"Yeah... And your jerk older brother didn't make it any easier," Adam replied. "He kept on saying we were boyfriends."

Mac rolled his eyes.

Cherry glanced over. "Huh... Looks like that Mac kid from that imaginary friend house Atticus and I used to help out out." She then commented to herself.

"Oh, I remember him," Lionel replied. "And that's that Adam kid who had to go to that school full of literal animals."

"I feel like I was on a field trip there or something..." Cherry commented. "I remember a bunch of animals freaking out over a school bus because someone was playing the flute...?"

"Hm. Guess it can wait." Lionel shrugged.

"Meh." Cherry shrugged back to him.

They soon walked off for more last minute Christmas shopping until some kids seemed to wander in to pickpocket some people.

"Whoa. Is it just me, or are those kids stealing stuff?" Mac asked.

"On Christmas?" Adam replied. "That's a little sad."

Mac and Adam felt concerned while Cherry, Lionel, and the redhead soon walked off to carry on some shopping while Bullock took care of some kids who wanted to meet Santa Claus. And as they did, they kept seeing other people who were pickpocketing items from the store and trying to run off.

"Guess it affects all ages..." Lionel noted.

Eventually, it was realized that the Mall was being robbed by these kids.

"All right, I don't know what's going on, but this ends now!" Cherry glared at the kids.

"Yeah! You little Oliver Twist wannabes are in serious trouble!" Lionel added as they ran after the children.

And so, the heroes went to put an act for justice. The kids ran all around the Mall to get out of trouble.

"Cherry?" Bullock asked, seeing the perky goth.

"Hey, Harvey, long see no time." Cherry replied.

"Eh, what's up, chubs?" Lionel joked as he sped by.

"Hm." Bullock muttered to both of them.

"Let's go!" Lionel nce he would've been in.

"Come on then." Bullock told them.

"I've been trained for this, and I won't mess up this time," Cherry replied. "Brave and the Bold never happened..." she then narrowed her eyes as she wasn't as lucky or swift in that timeline compared to the other Batman realities.

"Whaddya mean?" Lionel asked her.

"Brave and the Bold wasn't the best time to hang out in Gotham for me," Cherry muttered a bit about those adventures, but that was of course another story. "I got sloppy with my training."

"Oh..." Lionel replied.

"Yeah, I had a lot of other stuff on my mind," Cherry said. "So whenever I trained with Bruce, he kinda got rough with me. It was kinda scary."

"Yeesh," Lionel shuddered. "Sorry you had to endure that..."

Cherry soon cornered a kid. "You're coming with me, Stumpy." she then said, grabbing his hand and stormed off with him, dragging him behind her, but then something weird happened.

The kid seemed to ooze out of her grip, turning into a large glob of clay and slithering away.

Cherry soon looked over and looked disgusted and shocked. "What the-?!"

The four children who were cornered combined with the glob, and they merged into...CLAYFACE!

"I knew it!" Cherry glared.

"You did?" Lionel asked her.

"...No..." Cherry admitted. "I thought it would be dramatic."

"Ho...ho...HO...!" Clayface grinned evilly as he stood at full frame.

"Play-Do Head." Cherry glared, giving Clayface a little nickname.

Clayface soon slammed out a fist and she ran out of the way as his fist broke through the floor until he turned around with a glare.

"Looks like a job for-" Cherry glared, ripping off her coat, but showed her underclothes and she covered herself bashfully once she saw she forgot to wear her costume under her clothes.

"Yoiks!" Lionel yelped before he put up a shade over her and handed her her costume before snapping his fingers and changing into his outfit.

"Open fire!" Bullock ordered, and he and Montoya started shooting at Clayface, who kept on coming closer.

Cherry took the costume and quickly changed into it after that little blooper. They were going to be accompanied by another Bat hero to help them out against Clayface.

"Back off, gruesome!" The girl shouted, landing a kick to Clayface's head and knocking him down.

Lady Gothika and Bat-Mite soon looked over. Clayface and the girl soon crashed through the window together from the kick before landing in the outdoor ice rink as people were skating around innocently.

"RUN!" The girl told the people who looked worried. "Clear the area! NOW!"

Clayface burst out of the water and clawed her in the back, making her fall over.

"Not cool, Blobbo!" Bat-Mite snapped.

"You okay?" Lady Gothika asked the girl.

"Don't worry about me." The girl winced from the cutting.

Bullock and Montoya soon emerged from the crowd with their guns at hand.

"Don't waste your bullets," Bat-Mite called out. "Aim above him!"

"Shoot the Santa!" The girl added.

"You wouldn't!" Bullock gasped.

"Not you, dope, that Santa!" Montoya replied, pointing up to the Santa decoration above Clayface.

The two cops then shot at the decoration Santa and it began to break down before the lights soon touched the water around Clayface, instantly electrocuting him, and he soon fell in the middle of the ice.

"Talk about your electric finishes." Bat-Mite noted.

"Phew... You guys okay?" The girl asked them.

"We're fine, how about you?" Lady Gothika replied.

"I'll be okay," The girl replied. "Name's Batgirl."

"Bat-Mite," The eponymous crime-fighter introduced himself. "And this is my teammate, Lady Gothika."

"Oh, yeah, I've heard about you two," Batgirl replied. "Some of Batman's honorary family."

"I'm his daughter from another family." Lady Gothika smirked.

"And I'm from the 5th Dimension!" Bat-Mite added.

"Hmm... You two certainly are interesting... Perhaps we should help each other." Batgirl replied.

"Yeah, I think we oughta." Lady Gothika agreed.

"Sounds like a plan." Bat-Mite replied.

Batgirl smiled once she became friends with them. Eventually, the police came over to take care of Clayface.

Cherry sighed once they got back to Wayne Manor and she stared at her college papers which seemed to have a lot of notes telling her to study more and focus and she seemed to be stressed out from becoming a college student, but she didn't want anyone to know about it.

"Don't worry about school right now, enjoy your vacation." Bruce told her.

Cherry just sighed.

Bruce looked to her and soon went to his liquor cabinet to give her a glass of something. "All right, don't tell your parents I did this, but this might take the edge off." he then said to her.

"You sure you wanna do that?" Lionel asked. "Don't think that's a good idea."

"It's just one drink," Bruce said. "Just one drink, Cherry... Relax yourself a little."

Cherry lifted up the glass and took a deep breath before she sipped some before smacking her lips, then gulped down some more of the alcohol.

"I just know something bad is gonna come out of this..." Lionel sighed, and a sign appeared that read "Foreshadowing".

Cherry soon set the glass down and calmed down a little.

"Come on, we better get going as Batman and Friends now." Bruce suggested, taking the glass from her.

"Alright. But I just know you're gonna regret this." Lionel replied.

They soon got dressed up and met up together as the TV was being changed with someone else on the screen. It was now New Year's Eve.

"Hi-Ho, couch potatoes!" The Joker smirked as he came on screen. "I'm interrupting The Toilet Bowl to show you my favorite special New Year's resolution. Starting tonight at midnight, I, your loving Uncle Joker, do solemnly vow not to kill anyone for a whole year. Which means I'm gonna have to work extra fast to bump off a few more of you today!" he then let out his sick and demented laughter.

"Figures he'd have a twisted scheme like this in mind." Bat-Mite remarked.

Lady Gothika soon turned off the TV as the Joker laughed maliciously.

"Hysterical." Robin deadpanned.

"Turn it back on." Batman scolded Lady Gothika.

"Ah, there are a million better things on," Bat-Mite remarked. "Toonami is doing this marathon tonight!"

"Yes, but he might be up to something that we need to keep track of." Batman replied.

"Aw, phooey." Bat-Mite grumbled as his bat-ears twitched and turned the TV back on.

"As to how, who, and when, let's make that a game," The Joker continued with a dark grin to the screen. "A countdown of victims that will end at midnight! Unless our dear Dark Knight stops me first!" he then concluded with a laugh.

"Aw, shut up." Lady Gothika complained.

"Joker broadcast that message at noon," Commissioner Gordon told the others before showing a folder. "Since then, only one victim has turned up."

Bat-Mite glanced at the folder, then handed it to Robin. Robin took out one of the papers and took a look at it.

"Dr. John Ericsson: a pioneer SoundSearch in GothCorp." Commissioner Gordon stated.

"Says here he was working on some sort of weapon." Robin replied.

"A sort of sonic bomb," Commissioner Gordon explained. "Once activated, it releases waves of hypersound that are strong enough to kill anyone within earshot, unless they wear these special protective mufflers." he held up a pair of special headphones.

"Talk about getting an earful." Bat-Mite commented.

"Joker's got the bomb and he's gonna use it tonight," Batman replied. "He promised a countdown of victims, and there's no bigger countdown on New Year's Eve than on Gotham Square."

"This does not look good." Lady Gothika grumbled.

"No kidding," Bat-Mite added. "I heard of ringing in the new year, but this is insane."

"I'm just concerned about myself... You guys know how sensitive my ears are..." Lady Gothika frowned out of concern.

"Yeah, I remember," Bat-Mite replied. "That's why I got'cha an extra pair of those funky-looking headphones."

"Thanks." Lady Gothika said softly.

"Hey, it's what I do." Bat-Mite replied warmly.

"This is gonna be a rough New Year's Eve though..." Lady Gothika sighed. "I guess we better get it over with. By the way, nice new Robin."

"I know it's not like the old one, but maybe you'll see him again sometime," Batman said to her about Dick Grayson. "You two were always like a big brother and a little sister."

"Hey, he was my Dickie, I had to keep him in line." Lady Gothika smirked.

"Yeah," Bat-Mite smirked. "Besides, he had to step outta his mentor's shadow eventually, as all students do."

"Don't worry, you'll see him again eventually," Batman replied. "But for right now, this is our new Robin."

"Hey." Robin said to them.

"Yo." Bat-Mite waved.

"Charmed, I'm sure." Lady Gothika added.

"Okay..." Robin replied.

"You better listen to what Batman says," Lady Gothika smirked. "He gets steamed if he doesn't get his way."

"Take it from someone with experience." Bat-Mite added.

Later on, they left Commissioner Gordon to get ready to meet up for the Joker's big plan for New Year's.

"And you're SURE he'll be here?" Robin asked.

"With murder on this scale, the Joker will be close by to enjoy his handiwork," Batman replied as he got ready to go down with them from the rooftop. "Even in this crowd, he'll stick out like a sore thumb."

But when they got down to ground level, they saw everyone was wearing Joker masks.

"Stick out like a sore thumb, huh?" Robin retorted sarcastically.

"This is so helpful..." Lady Gothika muttered.

One guy lifted his mask and soon cupped his mouth as he went to throw up.

"Not only has the Joker found the perfect hiding place, he's fixed it so all his victims would die with a smile." Batman commented.

"Well, the real McCoy's definitely a jerk in a purple suit." Bat-Mite commented. "So we find someone dressed that way, and we're good to go!"

"How hard can it be, am I right?" Lady Gothika added as they went to check in on the New Year's Eve celebration which was just debauchery waiting to happen.

Bat-Mite took out a pair of Bat-Binoculars and surveyed the area. "Aaaaand...Bingo! He's up on the stage!" he exclaimed.

Lady Gothika took a look with him before checking the clock. "It's almost midnight, you guys!" she then gasped.

"Then let's ring in the new year, Bat-style!" Bat-Mite replied.

"I'll handle this..." Batman said and soon tossed his Baterang.

The Joker grinned as he played his piano before getting hit by that and his head fell on the keyboard. The Bat Team soon swooped in once play time was over for The Joker.

"Baby Bat?!" The Joker asked, seeing Lady Gothika. "You... You... Whoa..." he then smirked. "You had a growth spurt."

"I prefer GROWING PAINS!" Lady Gothika replied, socking him in the face.

Joker was sent flying back, but ended up getting smacked in the face with a frying pan by Bat-Mite.

"Whoops, thought I saw a mosquito," Bat-Mite remarked. "Yoiks, there it is again!" he continued hitting him with the frying pan several times. "Little bugger's too darn fast for me!"

The Joker's goons soon got up and started to surround them.

"Let's see... Bah bah bah... A bunch of you and only one of me..." Lady Gothika pouted before taking out a hanky. "What's a girl to do?" she then sobbed into her hanky before she soon disappeared as she teleported somehow.

"Witchcraft!" The Joker glared.

"Oh, boys?~" Lady Gothika smirked as she hid in the crowd as she was mastering her magic very well.

"Ma'am, yes, Ma'am!" announced Bat-Mite as he appeared wearing a military helmet and holding a mallet like a rifle.

Some guys soon went after Lady Gothika.

"FIRE!" Lady Gothika told Bat-Mite as she ran as they chased her.

"Roger, Ma'am!" Bat-Mite saluted, as he took the mallet and aimed it at the goons, pushing a button on the handle and launching an extensive boxing glove, which punched each of them.

Lady Gothika chuckled to herself a bit.

"I see your magic training's been going well." Batman said to her.

"Hey, I helped too," Bat-Mite remarked. "What happened to credit being given when due?"

"You helped..." Lady Gothika gave a small smirk to him. "And I won't mention that tutoring Drell made me go through."

"Guy's pretty irksome..." Bat-Mite remarked. "I've met Zrrrfians who are more tolerable..."

"Zir... Zrr... Zuh...?" Lady Gothika's eyes crossed.

"Zrrrf. It's pronounced like 'surf', except with a Z," Bat-Mite explained. "It's the home dimension of this pint-size troublemaker called Mr. Mxyzptlk, pronounced Mix-yes-pit-lick, and he has powers like mine, but uses them for evil. He shows up in Metropolis every 90 days just to make trouble for Superman, but Superman always sends him back by tricking him into spelling his name backwards as Kill-tip-zee-zim."

"Ah..." Lady Gothika replied. "I'm surprised Saiyaman's never told me about him."

"I'm not," Bat-Mite replied. "I wouldn't exactly be eager to remember his visits."

"Hm... Fair enough I suppose." Lady Gothika replied before Batman had her stand up on her feet on the ground.

"Alright then... Now back to kicking butt!" Bat-Mite replied as they lunged back into action.

"Yeah!" Lady Gothika replied.

Batman smiled because she seemed to feel better now as she helped kick butt while The Joker tried to keep his plan in action, but it would only fail.