Jingle bells Batgirl smells...

[Derange]

“Ya da da da, bum dum dum dum, fa la la la la.”

The clown skipped in a dance down the street on the cool yet cloudy Christmas Eve. It was 4 o’clock and already it looked like it was dark, must have been the snow clouds with the usually murky gloom that covered the city. Yes, he was in a cheery and gleeful mood as he song various holiday songs while strolling down the busy streets. Of course it was an odd sight, not that masked weirdos in the city were uncommon, but one walking down the street midday was out of place for sure. He didn’t mind, it wasn’t like he had caused any trouble, yet.

Nope, no devious fun today, he was pulling a different kind of smirk on his face, a smile. He was jolly as ol Santy Clause and as fat with cookies too. He grinned widely at the passing people, most took up a bit of speed or gasped as he swayed by giving them warm greetings. What could possibly have Derange so warm and rosy faced?

Despite the whole holiday happiness and cheer, he had a personal outlook on it. Last month changed him and he was trying to take over a new lease on life. Nearly drowning, he had seen his life was going down hill. Did he want to spend his life rotting in a cell or worse, floating down a river as fish food? Perhaps Christmas was the turning point he needed. But people in this town weren’t so forgiving, not even on Christmas.

A sway of jingles as the door pulled open to a old fashion candy store and a colorful humming character entered like a child in a, well yes you get the picture. Mesmerized in all that is glorious; candy in all shapes, colors, sizes and flavors! He grabbed a basket and strolled down the isles.

“Need some of theses and some of those, ohh I love theses. A couple of these. Can’t forget this kind.”

He muttered and grinned to himself as most of the other customers left the store. Derange set the basket on the counter and smiled at the cashier but then his smile shrank down as he saw the man had picked up the phone.

“A Merry Christmas to you good sir. I’d like to buy all this, and yes buy it. You can put that phone down, I don’t shoot people on holidays, err Charlie.”

The man seemed a bit whiter than a moment ago. Derange rolled his eyes. This was going to be harder than he thought.

“Look I have no intention of toasting your marshmallows or causing mass insane chaos or what not, I’m just here to buy some candy to give it fokes. No not poison it, why does everyone think that. It’s not full of razor blades or or explosives, No, I’m not a pedophile either.”

He waved his hands around, going on about what everyone thought of him and then looked aside him and pick up a blue lollipop.

“And I’ll take this. I’ll be paying cash, how much?” He grinned as the atmosphere was strangely thick. The man pulled out the money from the cash register and pushed it forward on the counter.

“Please, here take it, just don’t kill me.”

[Rosie Jardin]

“Come along boys, we have a few more stops to make.” Rosie snapped her fingers and her tooty cutie attitude toward the men carrying her things. Three wealthy bachelors were now mindlessly spending their money on anything Rosie desired. A few kisses and pheromones and they were oogling and sighing over her. The sky was the limit. It didn’t take the new villainess long to slip her delicate fingers into trouble, maybe it was the nature of the plant like, maybe not. It had been done before but she couldn’t help it, it was the easiest way to get everything on her Christmas list. She paraded around with the men as they struggled to carry her expensive load.

Xflora was in costume under her green coat, yet her green tinted hair and skin was not as easy to hide. She stood there glossing her lips and watching the boys stuff the bags and boxes in the limo. A mutant vine around her neck that looked like a scarf snapped towards the men and hissed. Then something caught her eye and her grumbling tummy. She blinked. “Is that a sweet shop up ahead? I wonder if they have cupcakes.” Rosie’s eyes grew and her face was blank, she had a weak spot for cake, she loved it and she was hungry from all the money she was spending. “Finish packing my things loves and meet me over there.” She pointed and the men continued doing her will and she scurried towards the shop.

Her eyes illuminated when she saw the brightly decorated cupcakes in the window. “Oh my goodness.” She giggled lightly with her gloved hands covering her chin and walked in, her cheeks flushing pink. She nearly got knocked over by people going out the door in a hurry. “Watch where you are going, goodness, rude people, I’m tired of this rushing frenzy, humbug.” She muttered and was then zoned out again after moving through the crowd, eying the cupcakes and goodies before her. All the time not even noticing the people running out of the store and now the blue haired clown at the counter only feet from her.

With her eyes so big, looming over the sweets, she wondered why no one had come to her service yet. Rosie turned when she heard the man say, take the money. She had no idea he wasn’t talking to her. “Oh, silly man, I’m not robbing your store, but I will take one of those cupcakes right there, my friends will be in soon. A hundred dollar bill is ok, they don’t have anything smaller.” She blinked looking over at the clown, taking in the full scene. “Oh my!” She said and the vine rose up snapping and hissing as it felt her fear and embarrassment.

[Derange]

He would have guessed everyone in the store would have fled when they saw him come in. For some reason people didn’t like clowns in this city. He then found himself in an interesting predicament; a young woman had entered the shop, unknowingly standing aside him with wide and glossy eyes on some sweet pastries. Now he had seen his person before but where was it. As her attention was drawn on him, he gleaned. She seemed be side herself. Suddenly something around her neck started to snap and snarl at him. Derange backed up and eyed the creature or was it a plant. What ever is was he now had figured her out.

“Well hello there, say aren’t you that plant girl who’s like Poison Ivy? The names Derange, but you probably know that. What brings you to this side of Gotham, shopping?” He asked noticing the drone like men carrying bags and boxes. He liked bumping into other Gotham rouges; hopefully this one would be a friend and not a foe.

"Add on what ever Miss Green wants here, how much I owe you?"