A/N: Welcome to Day Ten of my Twelve Days of Christmas ficathon! (We've almost made it, everybody!) Each day will be in a different fandom, so check out the full list on my profile. Today's loose prompt: ten lords a-leaping.

This one is more of a drabble, inspired by a very brief moment in the "Brand New Day" montage.

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"What happened to you?" Moist asked as his boss/friend/roommate came stalking in, wet and bruised-looking.

"The plan didn't go according to plan," Dr. Horrible muttered darkly, flopping into an armchair. "Turns out, the Macy's Santa force has a direct line to Captain Hammer."

"Oh." Moist tried to look both surprised and sympathetic at the same time, but felt that it came out wrong somehow.

"He slung me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. And spun me around," said the miserable villain. "The Santas took turns getting pictures with him."

A pregnant silence fell over the cramped, equipment-filled room.

"...so," Moist tried cautiously, "I'm guessing this year's takedown of commercialism is a bust?"

"Yes," Dr. Horrible ground out. "Exactly. The corporate lords will stop at nothing to maintain their economic grip on festive cheer."

"But," he said after a moment, leaping to his feet and gesturing with one finger, "we're not giving up! Clearly, we've been misdirecting our energies. If we're going to make a dent in Macy's shameless Santa aggrandizement, we've got to deal with Hammer first."

"You mean..."

"Yes, my evil moisture buddy," Dr Horrible said, throwing his shoulders back. "We're getting ourselves an official nemesis."