Fic meme fill
For Runenklinge, who requested "How the Piper Stole Christmas"
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except for a ...rat.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
And the grandfather clock was locked tight on the stair.
When up on the roof there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter
Away to the parlour I ran like the Flash
Surely giving my feet a carpet burn rash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Through the window gave all a silvery glow
When what to my challenging eyes should appear
But a dark silhouette and eight.. rather large rats.
He was outfitted in green from his head to his foot
And his jumpsuit was grey as ashes and soot
A couple of flutes he had slung on his back
He looked like a thief, but for toys in his pack.
"What are you doing here?" I snarled at the crook
Who laughed and withdrew from his cloak a notebook.
"I'm here to see Bruce," he replied with a grin,
"I think he should see all the trouble he's in.
"A Foundation accountant, an employee at Wayne,
Has been taking from charity for his own gain.
For years he's embezzelled and hidden the funds
Where the auditors' investigations don't run.
From widows and children and elderly folk,
From veterans, victims - he thinks it's a joke.
Five hundred thousand dollars he took
And yet people still dare to call me a crook."
I looked through the evidence, damning it was
Which surely would bring in the federal fuzz
On Lucien, on Bruce, the mud it would splash
The whole Wayne Foundation could come down with a crash!
When in through the door walked my own Master Bruce
Who glanced at the man with an aura of truce
"I see," he sighed as he flipped through the pages,
"Here's someone who wasn't content with his wages.
"I try to pay fairly, I try to be just
And then someone goes and abuses my trust.
Thanks for this info, you've just saved my head
And saved Wayne Foundation from loathing and dread."
"When you recover the money, please open a fund
For the purchase of buildings and homes moribund.
Restore them and charge for them minimal rent
So people can have homes and not shelters or tents."
Said the man dressed in grey as he gathered his rats.
And Master Bruce nodded, "I'll do just that."
Then the intruder turned and his flutes gave a clang
And giving a nod, out the window he sprang!
"You're letting him go? But is he not a Rogue?"
I asked as the figure disappeared in the snow.
"Not since he reformed, he's a friend of the Flash
And likely to fight at my side in a clash."
I looked at Bruce sceptically, "And what of the toys?"
"He gives them to homeless girls and boys.
He's a villain to those whose own morals are tainted
But to the folk of the streets, the Pied Piper is sainted."
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except for a ...rat.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
And the grandfather clock was locked tight on the stair.
When up on the roof there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter
Away to the parlour I ran like the Flash
Surely giving my feet a carpet burn rash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Through the window gave all a silvery glow
When what to my challenging eyes should appear
But a dark silhouette and eight.. rather large rats.
He was outfitted in green from his head to his foot
And his jumpsuit was grey as ashes and soot
A couple of flutes he had slung on his back
He looked like a thief, but for toys in his pack.
"What are you doing here?" I snarled at the crook
Who laughed and withdrew from his cloak a notebook.
"I'm here to see Bruce," he replied with a grin,
"I think he should see all the trouble he's in.
"A Foundation accountant, an employee at Wayne,
Has been taking from charity for his own gain.
For years he's embezzelled and hidden the funds
Where the auditors' investigations don't run.
From widows and children and elderly folk,
From veterans, victims - he thinks it's a joke.
Five hundred thousand dollars he took
And yet people still dare to call me a crook."
I looked through the evidence, damning it was
Which surely would bring in the federal fuzz
On Lucien, on Bruce, the mud it would splash
The whole Wayne Foundation could come down with a crash!
When in through the door walked my own Master Bruce
Who glanced at the man with an aura of truce
"I see," he sighed as he flipped through the pages,
"Here's someone who wasn't content with his wages.
"I try to pay fairly, I try to be just
And then someone goes and abuses my trust.
Thanks for this info, you've just saved my head
And saved Wayne Foundation from loathing and dread."
"When you recover the money, please open a fund
For the purchase of buildings and homes moribund.
Restore them and charge for them minimal rent
So people can have homes and not shelters or tents."
Said the man dressed in grey as he gathered his rats.
And Master Bruce nodded, "I'll do just that."
Then the intruder turned and his flutes gave a clang
And giving a nod, out the window he sprang!
"You're letting him go? But is he not a Rogue?"
I asked as the figure disappeared in the snow.
"Not since he reformed, he's a friend of the Flash
And likely to fight at my side in a clash."
I looked at Bruce sceptically, "And what of the toys?"
"He gives them to homeless girls and boys.
He's a villain to those whose own morals are tainted
But to the folk of the streets, the Pied Piper is sainted."