Over. And over. And over again he heard the stupid song.

At first, it was nice to hear the sweet, comforting voice of Kelly Clarkson throughout the manor speakers as you and his sons decorated the large Christmas tree on the main floor's living room. It was a nice sight; a nice atmosphere, to see such a domestic moment between his partner and his family.

Decorative ornaments cluttered the tree, festivity sprinkled over the house. Until the pleasant tune of "Underneath the Tree" turned to the dreaded tune of "Underneath the Tree". At some point, Bruce started to think the music had stopped, but it continued to play in his head over and over again.

He considered leaving the living room to find solitude, but found no such luck. Of course, he chose to spend his money on not only living-room-wide speakers but manor-wide speakers. The music played through the whole house, driving Alfred outside into the garden.

He considered following Alfred outside, but the manipulating eyes of his son Damian pulling on his leg and telling him not to leave because his sons needed him for "moral support" (which was a horrible excuse that he somehow still gave into), caused him to retreat back into his spot on the couch.

He considered just leaving altogether, but what would he do outside of his house alone? According to his family, he was on 'patrol parole' and was not allowed to leave the house wearing his cowl. If he did, one of the vigilantes covering for him would immediately report back to you.

He was finally driven to his limit after what he thought may have been the three hundredth time you'd played the song again. Bruce grabbed your phone off of the coffee table, turned off the song, and looked up at you with weary eyes.

"You’ve been playing the same song for three hours. Please, play a new one.” He pleaded with you, handing his partner the phone with weary hands.

If "Underneath the Tree" played once more, he may explode into a million pieces.