Sorry for the late update! I've had this written for awhile, but I wanted to make sure it was good before publishing it. Sorry if it's a little short, but a lot happens. I don't own The Dark Knight or PLL, only original characters and this plot! Happy reading!

"Now, uh, what did I tell you, Lex, about not letting her out of your sight! Hm?" he holds the blade of his knife at her throat as he roughly throws me onto a chair when we get back to our hideout.

"Please," I plead with him. "It's my fault! I was the one that wanted to go. You should be mad at me…"

The Joker ignores me. "You…disobeyed me, Lex. You brought my daughter into an adult stripper club. I don't like having my daughter exposed to that. Not one bit."

"That was some party, boss," Alex eyes him down.

"What I do is none of your business-ah," he jams his knife into her mouth. "I gave you orders, and you didn't follow them. You know what happens to people who don't follow orders," his voice is dangerously low, and she responds with a steady, fearless expression on his face.

"I'm a man of my word, Lex," he brings his face closer to hers until it's about two inches away. "Did you forget about my, uh, promise earlier?

Alex is speechless.

"No!" I scream. "If that's the case, you'll have to kill me, too! You told that to both of us."

"I'll deal with you," he kicks me to the side, "later." He turns back to Alex, who now looks like she's about to cry. I seethe a little as I crouch over in pain, breathing in and out.

"Why so…serious, sweetheart?" The Joker giggles as he cuts the blade of his knife into her throat until a waterfall of blood flows from her neck. Then he whips out a pistol and shoots her dead on in the middle of her chest. She spares me one last apologetic glance before dropping motionlessly to the floor.

"No!" I limp over to Alex and cry, kneeling next to her, stroking her head and trying not to get blood on my pants. Why is it that I lose everyone close to me? Why? First Alison, then my dad, Mona, and now Alex? I'm getting really tired of it. I sob uncontrollably, putting my head down on her body. I can feel the Joker trying to pull me up, but I refuse to let him.

"Get up, kid," he finally yanks me by my arm in a way that would've dislocated my shoulder, so I get up anyway as he drags me to his room in the run-down office building where my room is.

"How could you?" I sob, drunkenly pounding on his back as hard as I could. "She was my friend! She was my friend, and you fucking killed her!"

He throws me mercilessly into a room with a slightly bigger couch, a comfy-looking armchair, a TV, and a sink and mirror. I'm guessing his room used to be a lounge. Of course he'd give himself the bigger room. I fall to the ground, and I can feel my ankle searing in pain. I probably twisted it at some point, with these heels I'm wearing.

He heaves me onto the comfy armchair and kneels so that he's at my eye level, but I bury my face into my knees, still crying.

The Joker reaches in and cups my chin with his hands, lifting it so I'm not looking at him through my tear-stained make-up. I probably look like a raccoon now. I see no emotion in his eyes at all, just…darkness. I can't tell what's going through his head right now.

"Why you cryin', kiddo?" he asks me finally when I've calmed down a little.

"Are you really asking me that?" I sniffle. "I just watched you kill my friend! How could you do that to me?"

"It had to be done," he answers in that same, emotionless tone, but it isn't as cartoonish as usual. "She didn't protect you, like I asked her to."

"But she did!" I insist. "She really, really did."

"It wasn't good enough!" he declares, slightly bitter. "I told her not to bring you there, and she does it anyway, putting you in danger."

"What were you doing at a stripper club, anyway?" I demand.

"It doesn't matter. Anyone who works with me…knows what happens when you disobey. Don't you? Hm?"

So that's it? No apology? Maybe I was wrong; maybe he's twisted and psycho forever and can't go back.

"Cat got your tongue, Hanna?" he asks me, addressing me by my name and not one of those tacky nicknames after I don't answer him. He isn't showing me any sympathy, but he isn't being heartless, either. He still cups my chin with his hands. When he's not threatening to hurt me, it's actually kind of soothing. But it could just be the leather gloves. I don't know how his hands aren't super sweaty, judging by how thick they seem to be.

I shake my head.

"Got anything to, uh, say?"

I look him straight in the eye. "I guess I deserve to die, then."

Before he can say anything in return, I get up from the chair and slam the door shut behind me. I storm into my room and grab my suitcases, shopping bags and make-up bag before running in my heels out the building.

I retrace my steps from when Alex first drove me back to Grammy's. I remember driving through a dark alley way, but at this point, I don't give a fuck about how scary those alleyways were; I just want to get back to Grammy's. I bet that's the last place he'll think of looking for me, if he even wants to find me. I bet he hasn't even thought of my mom's old place in years.

It's raining by the time I get to Grammy's, and probably two in the morning. Nevertheless, I pound on the door as loudly as I can for at least a minute before she finally answers.

"Hanna, is that you?" she squints at me through her doorway.

"Yes," I look to the ground, tears rolling down my cheeks. "It's me."

So what do you think will happen with Hanna and the Joker? Will he find her and kill her as a punishment for running away? Will he even care? Anything you'd like to see?