This is actually based on the movie Batman: Under the Red Hood. But since there isn't a catagory for that. It's going into the comic section. Enjoy :]

Rule number 11 to save a life: Remember

When Bruce first brought him home, my first thought was, here we go again. The boy was young, a red head with green eyes. His face was covered in bruises and dirt and his clothes were all tattered and faded. I smiled as the young boy looked up at me incredulously as I introduced myself. He was extremely young; too young to be Robin. But Bruce thought otherwise. Bruce wanted to make a difference in the young boy's life. "He had Potential." I remember Bruce telling me and Alfred. I had cleaned the boy when he first arrived, washed his clothes, and made him dinner. The boy ate like he'd never eaten in his life. Bruce waited a few months before actually telling him who he really was. Whenever Bruce went out to patrol the city or save lives, I watched over the boy; practically treating him like a son, because I knew I'd never have a child in my life. I always fed him and clothed him, taught him whatever I knew, and showed him how to do acrobats; training him before Bruce could.

But, he had a temper, and a bad one at that. I could scarcely remember how many wholes I had to fill up in the mansion from how many times he punched them. When Bruce would notice them, I simply lied. I protected that boy as I did with Richard Grayson. But this boy was special to me; extremely special. He was extremely smart and teachable, he had issues that I knew not even Bruce could fix. But, I had to try. He had told me about his mother walking out on him, and his father had been murdered years ago. So, Bruce and I treated him like he was our child. And I had never been happier then to hold that little boy in my arms every night when he wanted to sleep next to me. I had never cared so much about a child in my life. I guess he reminded me of my little Brother that died off centuries ago.

The day he became Robin was "The Greatest Day of His Life" as he claimed it.(I remember that day because that was the day I caught him dying his red hair black). He tried to scare Bruce but ended up scaring Alfred and I. He pounded his fist up in the air and tossed a couple of kicks; stating how awesome it was to be the new Robin. When he came back on his first mission, Bruce had stated that he took the Riddler down with ease. I had congratulated them and rewarded the little duo with chocolate chip cookies (Bruce's favorite since he was a child).

But as he got older, he started getting more and more dangerous. He would mortally wound the criminals, almost killing them. Like when he started strangling Harvey Dent (Two-Face), getting mad easily when Bruce told him that he was being reckless, and snapping more and more at me. And I knew that he was keeping things in, the more I tried to help, the angrier he got at me. But I still loved him. I would never stay mad at him, ever. But when Bruce came up to me and told me that he was afraid that he was afraid that the boy killed someone, I yelled at him, cussing Bruce out and telling him that my baby would never do that. Bruce immediately saw that I had grown too attached to him. When I confronted him about it, he simply stated, "I swear, I most of spooked him! He slipped."

When Richard showed up again, but now he was Nightwing, I knew that my baby had felt threatened by Richard, stating that he "was the new Robin. Richard can't have his position back." I giggled and told him that the role was only his and that Richard just wanted to give him a present. So Richard took him on a mission to help him close down a drug lab, and when it was successful, Richard gave him his blessings and handed him the Robin suite. He was excited and ran up to me, hugging me tight.

As a teenager, he seemed even more violent; impulsive, reckless… angry. Of course I was there for him. But I was scared, he'd never tell me what was wrong or express any other feeling but wrath when he was around Bruce. But me, he treated me like I was the most fragile thing in the world. Right after he'd snap at me, he'd quickly apologize and hug me; knowing that he hurt my feelings. When he turned sixteen, I realized that he had grown into a handsome young man. And I loved him more then ever. But I soon realized that my love for him wasn't a mother-son love, but something more. He was my baby, mine. And I had told him that before. His remark, "I'll always be yours. I promise."

He kept that promise, too….. Until he died. I'll never forget that day. The day Bruce came back in the bat-mobile; his passenger seat empty. He got out quietly and walked toward the computers, turning them off.

"Bruce," I had called, "Where's Jason?"

Silence….

"Bruce," I repeated, "Where is Jason?"

He didn't answer. I panicked. "Where. Is. Jason." I said slowly.

Once more, he didn't answer. With my eyes wide, I ran up to Bruce and grabbed his shoulder. When he turned around, I saw that he had tears running down his face. Fear entered my body, my legs trembling, my fingers slightly shaken; I felt all the blood drain from my face. My biggest fear had come to life when he said the next two words,

"He's dead."

I had never screamed so loud in my life. All I really remember was a chair flying toward the computers and then I blacked out. When I came two, Bruce was sitting on the floor next to me. We looked at each other. His eyes were emotionless; dead. I'm pretty sure mine was too. I looked up at the computers; they were destroyed. I had guessed that I did that. When I looked back at Bruce I asked, "How?"

"The Joker." He answered blandly. I looked up at the ceiling and screamed once more. I remember Alfred trying to calm me down, but I had obtained a panic attack and passed out once more.

At his funeral, I cried harder then I've ever cried in my life. Richard and Barbra (The first Batgirl) held me; Bruce…. his face showed how disappointed he was in himself. He never let him go. Bruce stated that his life and his death were his greatest failure. That he couldn't do enough to save him. I never blamed Bruce for his death. Only the Joker. And when the Joker was locked up, I went to Arkham and beat him with everything I had. I yelled at him for the cause of his death. He was my baby. My love. He was mine.

The boy I'm talking about is Jason Todd.

Five years later…

"Today, ten bodies have been found in a dumpster near Gotham City's Main Hall. The Bodies have been decapitated and their identities have been revealed as drug dealers who have murdered and sold drugs to children. Detectives believe that this was a personal murder, due to the fact that all ten men worked for the Black Mask." I narrowed my eyes as I looked at the television screen. I then looked down at Bruce, who was glaring at the monitor.

"Who would do this?" I asked as I set a cup of coffee on the table next to Bruce.

"I don't know. But I want to find out."

"Don't you always?" I asked. "You only got three hours of sleep last night, I hope you know that."

"Yes, Alastrina, I am aware of that." Bruce growled as he reached for the cup.

"It's Ali, Bruce." I corrected. "And you need to sleep more, Hun. I'm getting worried about your sleeping habits."

"I'm a grown man." Bruce stated, "Not a little kid anymore. I don't need you too keep babying me."

"Bruce, I used to change your diapers. I still see you as a little baby." I smiled.

"But yet you still look like a nineteen year old. And that sends chills down mine spin when you dress like that." Bruce said pointing down at my maid dress. The skirt was too short and the top showed off my cleavage too much. But I was pretty comfortable with it.

"You said it yourself, Bruce. I look like a nineteen year old. So I can wear this." I teased as I wiggled my butt.

"You make it seem like you love being immortal." Bruce smiled softly.

I shrugged, "It has its perks."

"And those perks are?"

"Raising three boys." I smiled.

Bruce smiled, too. But the smile suddenly faded when the alarm went off. He quickly turned to the monitor and began typing on the keyboard. He then looked up at the screen and narrowed his eyes. A video popped up of a large truck speeding down a shipment bay.

"Carrying an illegal package? I presume." Alfred said as he walked in the room.

"Yes." Bruce nodded.

I sighed, "Drugs."

"Nope. It's worse than that." Bruce shook his head.

"Then go!" I shouted, "The more you sit here talking about it, the farther they get!"

Bruce glared at me, but got up; pulling the mask and ran to his car.

"Be safe!" I shouted.

"Always am." He retorted as he turned the engine on and zoomed out of the cave.

"You always amaze me with your mothering skills, Mistress Ali." Alfred smiled as he walked up to me with a tray of hot cocoa.

I smiled, too. "I do my best, Alfred. After raising three boys, I think my mothering skills kick ass."

Alfred smiled. "Being an un-biological mother to three boys, yet raising them as if they were your own. I say, you have much heart."

"It takes heart." I said as I turned around. "Did you do the laundry yet?"

"No." Alfred called as I reached the stairs.

"Alright, I'll get on that." I announced as I walked out of the cave and into the large mansion.

Yes, I was immortal. I went by the one name Alastrina; which means Protector in Greek. I was born back in 1260 B.C. when the Trojan War was taking place. My father Aries was sent to the war. And I prayed to the gods and goddesses that my father would come home to me and my family. Unfortunately, my father died. My mother, who couldn't handle the fact that my father was gone, committed suicide. After that, my brother did the same. I had cursed the gods and goddesses for showering pain onto me and I had spit fire onto their names, telling them that they are monsters for making me watch the ones I love perish in front of me. Of course, the gods were unhappy with my outrage, and cursed me. I would be immortal and watch everyone I will ever love die before me. This, of course, made me go crazy for the first hundred years. I had never aged. My long red hair never turned gray, my light hazel-green eyes never faded, the freckles that spread across my nose and cheekbones never turned black, my flawless skin never wrinkled, and my body never gained or lost any type of features. It was like my entire body stopped. I never got my period, so I can never have children; which hurt the most.

I had tried suicide myself: jumping off of cliffs, drinking poison, getting murdered; the works. But, the gods made me completely immortal. I was like a god in that sense of immortality. I could never die. I would never die. I'd live for years and watch every single on of my loved ones die. Just like Jason. The only good thing that has come of my immortality is that I was able to travel the world over a million times and meet knew people. I know Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Spanish, French, German, and many other languages. So it's kind of okay. I've been married fifty-two times but I've never had any kids.

I came to the Wayne mansion about the same time Alfred did. We both got along and helped around the house with Mr. and Ms. Wayne. They let us stay at the house and I was eternally grateful for their kindness. Unfortunately, they died. Alfred and I were to take care of him till he was of age. Which was the most amazing thing I have done in my life; raising a young boy. I knew I raised him well when he told me he wanted to fight crime when he was about twenty. At first I was completely against it. But Alfred told me otherwise. So I let him do what he needed. Of course, I put a tracker on every piece of item that was on him so I'd be able to keep track of him. And when I lost the tracker, I dressed up as the Batman's young-but not permanent-sidekick, Blue Jay to go and save him. The Blue Jay outfit was only a blue Crop top with a blue skirt and blue converse. Nothing flashy. The crop top had a hoodie attached to it, so I was able to put on the blue mask and the hoodie to keep my identity extra safe.

Bruce thought that I shouldn't be doing that and that I should never help him out ever again. But I did. He did get irritated till he found his own sidekick and I had stopped the Blue Jay thing until I lost track on both of their trackers. I do remember the day Bruce brought Richard home. I was in complete and utter glee and had a huge blast raising him. He was so much fun and taught me every acrobat move he knew while I taught him every language I knew. I loved him like my son and he even started calling me mom, which made me even happier than ever. But when he left to the Teen Titans, I was completely depressed without my "Little Birdie". And when he was gonna get married to Kori (Starfire), I was extremely excited and insisted that I planned the marriage. I did, of course, but the wedding was ruined by Raven, who killed the pope right before they were announced husband and wife. Heartbroken when Kori broke off the marriage, he left and came back to Gotham, but not the mansion.

I finished the laundry and headed down to the Cave. Surely Bruce was back from his little mission. As I walked down the steps, I heard a very familiar voice.

"This bit of Intel Is what brought me to town? Good thing I've always had perfect timing. Take a look." I narrowed my eyes as I walked toward the computer. And there, standing next to Bruce was my Little Birdie, Richard John "Dick" Grayson. Otherwise known as Nightwing.

I gasped, "Richard! Is that you?"

Richard turned around to face me, "Mom!" He shouted as he ran up to me and hugged me. "I missed you."

"I missed you more." I smiled.

"Richard," Bruce called, "Who is this guy?"

"Oh, sorry." Richard said, "Can't even say hi to my mom… jeez. I got this shot from a snitch. He says that this guy's been making some serious moves."

"What?" I asked.

"The Red Hood," Bruce stated.

"Might be; He bears a resemblance to the original." Richard suggested.

"Several Criminals have utilized his persona." Bruce stated as he typed into the main data base that pulled up pictures of the past Red Hood impersonators. One of them, being the current Joker.

"One Criminal in particular interest though." I stated.

"But he's locked up." Richard said, "Not his M.O. either. They say that the drug dealing business has gone up, but crime; down."

"Indeed it is." Alfred agreed as he walked up to us with a tray of drinks in his hand. He set down the tray on the table, "Master Bruce almost got three hours of sleep last night."

I crossed my arms, "Yeah, almost."

Bruce shrugged, "True busman's holiday"

"Yeah but he's locked up." Richard said as he added sugar to his drink, "Like-a lot locked up. Maybe we should pay him a visit."

I turned around to see Bruce already in the car, revved up and ready to go. Richard scoffed, "Could you just once say "Let's get in the car?" Is that so hard!" Richard ran and jumped in to the car.

I giggled, "Be safe!"

"Always am!" Bruce and Richard shouted in unison as the car zoomed off.

I looked at Alfred, "Shall we have these drinks to ourselves, Master Alfred?"

"Indeed we shall, Mistress Ali."

I turned the knob on the speaker up; hearing what the Black Mask was going to say next. Luckily, with my great sneaking skills, while the office was closed, I snuck into the Black Mask's office and attached a speaker to the bottom of his desk. When Bruce got home, he demanded that I turn on the speaker and listen to what he has planned.

"He did WHAT!" The Black Mask shouted. I winced at his outburst.

"Our concern is the one who ordered the theft of the android." His assistant stated. "He goes by the name of Red Hood."

"I don't care what he's calling himself! Do you know how many bidders I had on Amazo! A list of puppet dictators and psychos as long as my arm! And whose money is that!" Mask shouted.

"You're money." His assistant answered.

"My money! Mine! This score was a game changer! Amazo was going buy my way up into high-end international trafficking! Now I'm forced to keep rooting around in this local leg-breaking garbage. And he gives me bat trouble, who blows the damn robot's head off!" Mask raged, "I could of at least sold it for scrap! But Batman kept it!"

"Yes, Batman likes to keep a lot of things." His assistant agreed.

"Look, this Red Foot-."

"Red Hood," She corrected.

"Whatever. He's dead. Take care of him."

I narrowed my eyes and turned the volume up to hear that last part. It was quiet for a few seconds, some shuffling was heard. Then…..

"You, new guy," Mask called, "Don't be nervous, kid. But if you keep staring at me like that, I'll cut your eyes out."

I snickered at his threat. Suddenly, there was a crunching sound and a large thud clamor. I blinked, leaning forward. There was a small groaning sound. Mask then demanded, "Give me the specs on tonight's shipment order."

"Y-yes sir." A small injured voice sounded, "it's 10 cases of assorted SMGs and PDws along with 5000 .45 caliber ACP rounds, your personal favorite and two cases of RPGs. It's all bought and paid for, so this is strictly a delivery, not a buy. In view of recent events, I took the liberty of doubling the security and switching the drop off spot."

I quickly hit the recording button to get the drop off information. Then, Bruce pressed the off button and patted my shoulder.

"Thank you." He said as he turned around.

"Where on earth do you think you're going?" I said as I got up as turned around.

"To do my job." Bruce said as he put on the cowl.

"But you haven't eaten! Or slept! You need your rest and protein!" I shouted as he got in the car.

"Order some pizza. I promise I'll eat when I get back, Ali." Bruce said as he started the engine.

I narrowed my eyes, "You better!"

Right after he left, I got back on the computer and hacked the system; mostly just hacking his GPS. He was heading toward the southeast region. I smirked; I might go help him tonight. Might.

"You truly are over protective." Alfred said behind me.

I turned the chair 180. "I raised that child, Alfred. Of course I'm going to be over protective."

"You're forgetting who was by your side when you raised him. You were not alone, Mistress Ali." Alfred interjected as he walked up to the computers and turned them off. "I love him, too. But I give him the space he needs."

I looked down, "I'm just scared, Alfred."

"I am, too. Every time he goes out there, he puts his life in danger. Of course, it scares me as well."

"I want to go and help him." I said, looking up to Alfred.

"I do, too. But sometimes, it's best to just leave it be."

The Batmobile zoomed into the cave. I blinked as the top flew open and Bruce came out carrying Richard to the table.

"What in the world happened!" I asked as I ran up to Richard.

"Its fine, Mom." Richard assured as he pulled his right leg up with a grunt of pain, "Just banged my knee on something. I'll be fine."

"Alfred!" I called, "Please bring down some bandages and crutches!"

"I got pizza for you, Bruce. You better eat it." I growled angled Richard's leg.

I turned to look at Bruce, who was already at his computer, hooking up his cowl to the computer. I narrowed my eyes as his fingers flew across the keyboard. Alfred walked up to me with the bandages and crutches. I turned toward Richard and began to bandage up his shin.

"You always were the accident prone type." I stated with a smile.

"Gee, thanks mother." Richard said sarcastically.

Richard looked up to the monitor. I followed his gaze and saw that Bruce had recorded their little encounter. The Red Hood was shown running toward the edge of the building. I turned around before I saw the rest.

"He's got some moves, huh? And as much I hate to belabor a point-." Richard started,

"And still that is often exactly what you do." Alfred interrupted as he set the crutches down next to the table.

"I'm chatty; it's part of my charm." Richard shrugged. "I'm saying that our boy here has some skill. He's been trained well. Like, right there!"

I turned around to The Red Hood jump off the building; a cable from one of Bruce's equipment shot out and wrapped around his feet, but before it completely tied, The Red Hood turned around and cut it clean. I furrowed my brows and widened my eyes. "He cut that wire like it was simple string."

"You don't just do that." Richard continued, "It has to be practiced! Learned."

"And then there's the knife." Bruce added.

"What about it?"

"Do you know many knives that can cut my line?"

Richard narrowed his eyes, "Not many."

"No, not many." Bruce turned around to face the computer once more.

"Look, we obviously got ourselves a player, we-ow!" Richard said as he tried to get up after I finished bandaging him up.

"We?" I asked, "You mean Him. You're injured; you can't fight with a fractured tibia."

"Alfred, take him home." Bruce ordered.

"Mom, Bruce, I can still help." Richard protested.

"You already helped enough. Thank you." Bruce said. "Okay, but you know where to find me if you need me."

"Go rest up, baby." I say as I get up on my tippy toes to kiss him cheek, "And please be safe."

"Always am." Richard smiled.

"Clearly." I say as I point at his shin.

He smiled, "Love you, mom."

"Love you, too, Dick." I smile as he turned around.

He then whispered to Alfred, "Bruce did just thank me, right?"

"Indeed he did." Alfred confirmed as Richard began to hop away.

"Weird."

I giggled and shook my head, then looked back at Bruce, who was still messing with the computer. He narrowed his eyes at certain part of the video. The Red hood was on a bike that was on train tracks, he looked back, "You haven't lost your touch-." The rest was cut off by the train zooming around the corner, and when the train completely left, The Red Hood was gone. I pushed my lips to the side, and then walked up to him. Bruce replayed the scene. A third time. Then cut out the video and pulled up the sound board. "You haven't lost your touch, B-." I narrowed my eyes and put my hand down. He slammed his fingers on the keyboard and then looked up, "You haven't lost your touch, Bruce!"

I gasped as Bruce shot up from his chair and slammed his hands on the keys. I looked at Bruce in shock, and then I looked back at the screen. "Holy shit." I said softly.

Bruce looked at me, "Go upstairs, please."

I nodded and walked away. When I got up stairs, I trudged my way to my room. Opening the door, I gasped. My window was broken open. Nothing was damaged or missing, but there was a note on the bed. When I opened it, It read, "Don't tell Bruce." I stared at the note for a minute or two. Then I blinked. I realized when I blinked, that I was crying. Those three little words….. I remember those words…

"Jason! What did you do!" I cried as I saw dead man on the floor; his back being stabbed several times by Jason's hand.

"He tried to kill me, Ali! I swear!" He said frantically."I didn't mean to kill him!"

I stared at the dead body in shock. I then looked at Jason, dressed in his uniform. His eyes filled with tears. "Don't tell, Bruce."

I didn't tell Bruce of course. It was mine and Jason's secret. I hid the body outside of Arkhams Asylum and told Jason to never ever do that again. Whoever did this was a fucked up bastard who was gonna die. I crumbled the piece of paper in my hand and grabbed my lamp; throwing it at my mirror. Someone was going to pay.

"Where were you last night?" I asked as I came down to the Bat-cave in my pajamas. I rubbed my eyes and gripped my coffee cup as I walked up to the computer. "I come down to check up on you and you're gone. You know how paranoid you're getting me, Bruce."

"I was with the Red Hood." Bruce says.

"Oh, yeah, you ever find out who that guy was?" I asked, as I walked toward the computer.

"I'm about to find out."

I looked at the DNA scanner that had a light blue beam scanning the small drops of blood that were splashed across a random sword. I cocked a brow then walked up to the computer screen and looked up. I gasped, "Bruce! What the fuck are you thinking!"

"I'm thinking that Jason might be alive."

I slammed my coffee cup on the floor, "Bruce, Jason is dead! You said it yourself! I saw his dead body! I know he's dead! And so do you! Now I know you are hallucinating! You need sleep and-!"

I was cut off by the screen. The word 'Match' showed up on screen between a picture of Jason and Red Hood. My mouth dropped open and I felt my eyes tear up. Plates crashed to the floor. I didn't look to see how. I stared at the screen. My mind reeled. Jason Todd was alive. Jason Todd. My baby. He was alive. And he was murdering criminals. He was alive. I heard Bruce call my name, but I didn't budge. Jason was alive. Bruce said my name again. I didn't listen. I felt my mind fog. I felt my legs tremble. It felt like a bad dream. A fucked up dream. I wanted to cry. Tears weren't coming out. I could scream, but my lungs refused to breathe in. I really couldn't move. If I did, I'd probably go on a rampage. I actually wanted to tell Bruce to check the DNA scanner and see if it was broken or had a DNA mix up. Either way, I didn't want to believe that the little boy that I raised was alive and killing criminals. Bruce grabbed my arm and shook it. I pulled my arm away and slammed in against the DNA scanner, knocking it over. I suddenly felt the air go back into my lungs and the tears come to my eyes. I didn't really know what I was feeling. It was a mixture of rage, happiness, and sadness. He was alive. He came back. He was a murderer. I fell backwards. Blacking out.