Fly With Me

"Daddy," whined Miley Cyrus as she sprawled across the couch in her personal jet, "The flight attendant hasn't brought my latte yet, and I asked her, like, 5 minutes ago to bring me one!"

"Chill Miles," said a skinny girl wearing a bright blue wig.

Miley glared at her. "I mean Hannah," Lilly corrected quickly.

"Lilly. How many times do I have to tell you," drawled Miley, "When I'm in the wig, I'm Hannah. Got that?"

Lilly rolled her eyes at Oliver who was sitting across from her and continued listening to her ipod. Miley pouted for another second, and then she kicked her father's seat.

"Daddy!"

"Wha…?" mumbled Billy Ray as he was rudely awoken by his daughter's complaints.

"Latte!"

"Oh," Billy Ray stumbled to his feet and walked over to the flight attendant, "Now my little girl ordered a latte. I suggest you bring her one."

The flight attendant widened her eyes, "But sir, I told her, we don't serve lattes!"

"She's lying!" Miley said walking over to the attendant, "Listen…" She looked at the flight attendant's badge, "Brenda. Do you know who I am? I'm America's freakin' sweetheart! Now I want a latte!"

Billy Ray glanced at Brenda, "I'll handle this." He turned to Miley, "Hannah darlin', if you let this one go, I'll let you and Lilly take my credit card to Santa Monica when we get back home, ok?"

Miley smiled sweetly, "Oh, of course daddy. Anything you say!" She skipped back over to Lilly.

"Ain't she the sweetest thing?" Billy Ray sighed to the attendant.

"Adorable," Brenda muttered.

"Why are we doing this again?" whined Miley, tugging on her blond wig.

"Doing what?" asked Lilly.

"Going to Gotham," Miley spat out the name of the city.

"For the love of god," groaned Jackson, who was lounging in the back of the plane, "We've gone over this like a million times."

"Gotham would be a great publicity move for us," said Billy Ray, pouring himself a drink, "You know 'Hannah Helps Bring Hope to Struggling City' and all that jazz. Plus, we're about due to check up on Mr. Patterson. That agent needs to be reminded just who he works for."

"Yeah," Miley said, rolling her eyes, "Like, what's so hard about arranging a concert with a weeks notice. He's just lazy."

"Whoa, look at this," said Oliver, picking up that day's issue of the Gotham Times. A picture of the Joker was plastered across the front page underneath the headline "Joker Still At Large!"

"You made page two of the Gotham Times!"

"What?!" shrieked Miley, "Why aren't I on page one?!"

"It looks like this dude's attracting more press," Oliver said, gesturing to the front page.

"Gimme that!" Miley said.

As Miley and Oliver fought over the paper, Brenda's voice crackled over the intercom, "We are now beginning our descent into Gotham. Please remain seated for the remaining duration of the trip. Thank you."

Miley pushed Oliver away as the plane slowly began its descent. As she shook the paper open, a single playing card fell straight into Miley's lap.

Miley raised her eyebrows at the card and held it up to Oliver, "Oliver, keep your cards out of my stuff!"

"That's not mine!" protested Oliver as the plane bumped to the ground and slowed to a stop.

"Thank you for flying with us, Miss Montana," Brenda smiled sweetly.

"Whatever," said Miley, tossing the lone joker card to the ground as she exited the plane.

Joker watched Hannah toss the card to the ground from a black van parked outside of the landing strip. "Well, somebody doesn't like presents," he said to one of his clown-masked assistants.

"Yeah, well, she's Hannah Montana," said one of the clowns.

Joker's mouth fell open in shock, "No! Really? Is that really Hannah Montana?" He shot the clown and turned back to watch the teen climb into a limo. Joker unconsciously rubbed the hilt of his knife as the limo drove away.

When the car disappeared from sight, Joker rubbed his hands together and motioned for the driver to follow the limo, "Ok boys. Time to get to work."