Title: Masquerade

Author: livvinthedream

Pairings: Sweet Tooth (Erik)/Christine, Raoul/Christine, (Possibly others)

Warnings: Mild Language (could change), Possibly Awful Puns, Slight Physical Abuse

Summary: Sweet Tooth finds a way to escape that vat of boiling hot chocolate, left with terrible burns to half of his body (because forget logic that's why). He meets ballet girl Christine Daaé, and becomes her invisible singing tutor...

Author's Notes: I don't own Holy Musical Bman, Phantom of the Opera, Love Never Dies, etc. This is the first fanfic I've actually written down, so sorry for my terrible writing. This just absolutely needed to be written.

Chapter 1

"No, I won't kill you. But I don't have to save you from that vat of boiling hot chocolate!" Batman screamed.

"Uh, which one?" questioned Sweet Tooth, confused as to what Batman's plan was. He didn't have to ask. Batman punched him hard and Sweet Tooth yelled as loud as he could, making sure he would have the last laugh, "Oh no! I am falling into that vat! Oh, but I've got one last treat for you, Batman, and it's a real Whopper!" cackled Sweet Tooth, throwing a box of Whoppers at Batman. Still falling into the vat, Sweet Tooth screamed. "Computer, deploy the Warhead, please." The last thing Sweet Tooth saw was Batman's shocked face as he plunged into the boiling vat of hot chocolate.

When Sweet Tooth woke up, he was in pain. He vaguely remembered scrambling out of the vat of hot chocolate and crawling away to safety, only to pass out from the massive amount of pain searing his skin.

Sweet Tooth tried to assess the damage, but it was probably not the best idea. For a super-villain, Sweet Tooth had a sensitive stomach. His pink suit was stained and burned, and his wig was missing. Peering under his suit, Sweet Tooth cringed. There was only damage to about half of his body, hot dog style, not hamburger, but the burns were extensive. He knew he had to find a hospital, but he didn't even want to think about getting up. Pulling himself up on his knees, he groped around looking for a surface to grab on to. He grabbed onto the brick wall next to him, and managed to get himself on his feet. He turned away from Gotham City, and begun walking into the unknown.

Christine Daaé woke with a startle, hearing a huge thud against her front door. Terrified to go to the door, she grabbed a frying pan and quietly tip-toed to her front door. She gazed out the peephole but saw nothing, so she slowly opened the door. She nearly screamed as a man collapsed into her foyer. He looked up at her, and merely said, "Help me. Please."