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Hey guys I was trying to work out a time line for this Story. Hannah would have been 18 at the time of the Joker, this is set about three years in which makes her about 21; and in Dark Knight Rises (when I finally get to that part!) she will be about 25/26. John is...a year older, lets say?

Hannah lay on the bed when Amy left. She was scared and upset and confused, she didn't know what she'd done. She didn't know what was going to happen, and she didn't know if she was going to live. She was feeling a little better since Amy had cleaned her up but her shoulder still hurt like hell! She had to figure something out...but why bother? She was going to die, this was her time. Hannah turned her head to the right, a lone photo frame stood on her bed side table. Her glazed eyes stared at the picture; she could remember the day so clearly. It had been the anniversary of her mother's death; and they always, or used to have a party, a celebration in memory of their mother. An eighteen year old Hannah knelt, hugging her niece and nephew tightly to her sides.

"Smile!"

"No, Uncle Rory!" A short, dark haired girl looked up at the man, "I don't want to!"

"Now don't pout Jess, it's not becoming!"

"What does that even mean?"

"Never mind!" Laughed Rory, "Come on Jess! You won't get any cake!"

"I had some already."

"You sneaky thing!"

"Aunt Hannah said I could!"

"Aunt Hannah, huh?" Rory stood and gazed round the room, "Well let's go find naughty Aunt Hannah!"

Jess followed her Uncle Rory as he strode over to Kim, a friend of Jae's. The woman chuckled a little when she saw the pair. Rory stood in front of Kim, wearing black jeans and a shirt with braces hanging around his knees; Jess stood at his hip, wearing a red pinafore over her white shirt.

"And what can I do for you two?"

"Well Kimmy Pie!" Rory was cut off short as Kim gave him a sharp look, "Why don't you tell her Jess?"

"Miss Kim, Uncle Rory was trying to get a picture and I wouldn't let him take a picture of me."

"Why not Jessie?"

"I don't want him to! Daddy used to say I don't have to do anything I don't want to!"

"And right he was!"

"Uncle Rory said I can't have cake if I don't let him take a picture and I told him that Aunt Hannah had already let me have cake!"

"So in short Kimmy," Rory continued, "Have you seen Hannah?"

"I think I saw her go into the kitchen with Eli."

Kim watched as Rory stalked off towards the kitchen in a mock rage with Jess skipping behind him. Hannah sat at the sliding doors to the balcony watching her chocolate haired nephew play with his toys, she looked up as she heard footsteps, giggling at the silly look on her brothers face.

"You, Missy! Are in trouble!"

"Me!" Hannah pressed hand to her heart, "And what exactly have I done!"

"Supplying this young miss with cake!" Rory gently took Jess by the hand, pulling her in front. "Now she won't take a picture!"

"Oh Jessie Boo! You'll take a picture with me and Eli won't you?" Hannah paused, as Eli came, "I mean Eli and I were going to go down to the park soon and only photogenic people can come!"

"Well..." Jess ran over to the two, "If I get in this picture then we can go to the park!"

Rory held his camera up as Hannah pulled the two infants to her sides, the three of them smiled. Flash.

Hannah reached out for the picture frame, her mind numb. As her fingers touched the frame, she couldn't think; she winced at the clatter as the frame fell to the floor. The gun man turned round, he didn't look much older then she, late twenties...possibly early thirties. He'd pulled the hood off his head and she could see brown hair, the man looked almost boyish but just as cold. He knelt down by the bed picking up the photo frame, staring at it for a few seconds before placing it back in its place.

"This doesn't concern you. I'm sorry you're just an accessory."

"To...what?"

"I need to get..."

"What you're o-owed?" Hannah looked at the man as he nodded, "And what's that?"

"I need to get the old man's money. I'll be getting a share, but he gets most of It." the gun man looked her up and down, his cold eyes sad. "I'm sorry, but I can't back out of this now. I need you here, when he saw you...he...he knew you would be perfect."

"The perfect hostage?"

"The perfect threat to his life, the old man would get what he wants...what he's owed; all I need to do is hold the gun to your head."

"This is a-about money?"

"Yes," He looked her up and down again, his eyes resting upon her wounded shoulder, "Do you need anything?"

"Water, food, medical attention?"

"I can get you water and food."

"My medical attention?"

"You've had it."

The gun man turned away from her and to the door, deep inside he knew she would need medical attention soon. It didn't look like he would get the money soon, and the girl was the only thing he had to offer. That and he didn't want a death hanging over his head. He knew this was a mistake but he was in too deep now. He stuck his head out of the door and saw a cop. He told the cop he wanted food and water for him and the girl cop and closed the door again.

Tyler rushed out the apartment, and over to Gordon. The commissioner turned to him with haste, Tyler wasn't meant to leave the room and Tyler was one to stick the rules, perhaps the game had changed.

"Sir, I made contact! I was watching the door like you said and he stuck his head out. He has a request. He wants water and food for himself and 'the girl cop'."

"Well, Alex is by the stairs go and tell him. He'll get it."

"Sir, we're playing into his hands."

"Didn't you hear Adams? He wants water and food for himself and the girl cop. He's keeping her alive; this is a hostage situation. Whether she is a cop of not at this point is irrelevant!"

"Yes sir!"

Tyler ran down the corridor, bumping into John on the way. John continued on his path to the Commissioner, John had barely said a word to anyone. Good thing too, he'd lose his rage, bite some ones head off. John didn't want to lose his temper, yet. He needed to be here for when they got her out. Gordon turned to the young officer.

"Has there been any change sir?"

"He spoke to Adams just now. He wants food and water...for the both of them. He might be keeping her alive for the worst reasons but..."

"He's keeping her alive, that's all that matters."

"Took the words right out of my mouth, son."

"If you don't mind me asking sir, where's everyone else?"

"Alex has been sent for supplies, Jordan and Carl are scouting round the building...looking for anything that might help us with this. Amy is looking over Hannah's record, medical files in particular. Kent has been sent home, he's not in the right state of mind for this. Adams is returning to us, with the package from Alex."

John turned to see his friend carrying a large bag, which contained bottles of water mainly and a few packets of crisps. Anything to keep them going, anything to keep this gunman from going mad again and doing something worse than shooting her in the shoulder, John would go in and brave it himself if he had to.

"Blake, go in with the bag."

John quickly took the bag off Tyler and walked to the threshold of her place.

"Don't lose your temper!"

John quickly walked into the apartment after Tyler's comment, afraid Gordon would pull him back. It was weird walking through her apartment now. He'd been in here numerous times over the past few weeks and seeing it destroyed like this, knowing she was in the bed room, where they'd slept together only a few short nights before. It made him sick, knowing she needed his help, needed him and he was rendered helpless, and angry. John knocked on the door, and it was opened. John was surprised that the gunman wasn't concealing his identity.

"I got your stuff, the food and water." John held the bag out.

The guy took it, saying nothing.

"How is she?" John spoke before thinking, "I swear to god to if she dies..."

"She won't as long as-..."

"I know, I know. You get what you're owed!" John's voice dripped with disgust.

"I'm keeping her alive aren't I? I need the money, and then I'll let her go."

"What money? Who is this aimed at?"

"Debts are passed down normally."

"What?"

"Mother to daughter, Father to son." The gunman empathized the latter comment.

"What...?"

"Don't worry, she won't die," The gunman started to shut the door, and just before he did; he spoke once more, "She's alive. She's fine Robin."

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