Light rain couldn't cool down her temper. First he gave away the gold then left it behind. True, he got rid of Hassin then saved her from that genie. Still he left all that gold behind.

Coming onto the House of Rising Sun inn, "Looks like a place to eat and slept," replied Rath.

"With what? Unless I sell you to sailors, we're sleeping outside."

"With your four coins we'll eat for a few days. While my four we can get a room."

Stopping, she turned around and stared at him.

"Repeat that?"

Holding four coins between his fingers and thumb, "This four are yours."

Pushing her flap of her poncho away to reveal her leather halter top which was low cut enough to show her cleavage, he dropped one, two which clinked off the first one, three and finally the last one.

"And these four," revealing another four coins, "Are mine and for a room."

Little shake, she retrieved her four from between her breasts.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, "You're getting some rough sex tonight."

Unwrapping her arms off his neck, "Let's get a room and something to eat. Then least see where the night takes us," entering the inn.

"He wants me." following him.

Center of the main room a cow being barbequed in a fire pit. They found a table which was overturned. Setting it upright, they found stools to sit on.

Ordering honeydew mead, they listened to a minstrel singing about "Eric the Red," and losing his head to a woman. Flames seemed to enhanced Jess's curves. She wore a leather halter top, loose fitting pants. Rath wore a short sleeve shirt, canvas pants. Their drinks arrived. Least it was liquid. Jess blew the form from her drink onto Rath's face. Giggling she chugged half of her drink. Wiping the form from his face, Rath flicked it back at Jess.

"I'm not wasting this drink on you," she said empty her mug then swung it at Rath.

Blocking her attempt then pinning her arm against the table, their eyes locked. Her brown eyes had mischief while his blue eyes was studying her mischief. Dripping her finger into his drink, she traced his lips. His tongue touched her finger which was from the mead bringing a smile to her lips. Her rubbed the back of his hand while his finger stroked her arm.

Leaning towards his ear, "Couple more drinks to loosen the inhibition, or get right to the point," she remarked grabbing a jug and his hand.

Leading him outside, she kicked a door opened. Then chased the occupant out .

Throwing her sword onto the bed, she directed his butt onto the bed. Untying her halter top, it dropped to her waist. Endowment of her chest amazed him as she continued undressing. Placing his hips between her legs, her lips kissed his as his head rested between her arms. Despite their training in using sex as a weapon, they went about like amateurs.

Directing his hands to her pleasure spots, "Take me, crush me, bruise me with your fierce love," placing his hands on her butt cheeks, "Squeeze," she hissed, "hard."

His grip increased. Bending forward allowed him to kiss her chest. Her nipples tensed up as his teeth went across them. Her arms rested on his shoulders as she continued riding him.

"Faster. Harder!"

Her eyes widen. She slammed his head against the wall, shocked look on her face as she stared into his eyes. Kissing his lips, she wanted to devour every inch of him. Sweat coated their skin. Already, Miiko screaming in her ear while delivering a bamboo staff across Jess's temple. How Jess looked and acted like a cow. Rath actually used his training and she just received the best sex of her life.

Laying beside him, "I…never…climaxed like that," she thought staring the sleeping Rath.

This man was one she'll follow to hell and she didn't care what modern age bitches thought. She rested her head on his chest. His eyes slightly opened. Smiling, one question got answered tonight. He wasn't her first time. That thought eased his mind as his eyes closed.

Opening the door to a diner caused a bell to ring. Jake lost almost everything he brought with him. He hitchhiked back to Jump City. Unable to withdraw any money because he didn't have his ATM card. Being the idiot everyone knows him for, he didn't remember his account information. He couldn't go to the police in Steel City because he was still armed, and didn't have his paper on him. He hated that paper.

With what cash he did have, Jake brought a well-worn coat that kept him warm in the current cooling months, as well as a concealed pistol. In other words, with only the clothes on his back and his pistol, he had two bucks to his name which one thought was cheaper then that.

Walking towards a booth, he sat down. Hiking for two days now still no report from anyone on Jump City's condition. All Jake could do was pray everything was ok. Even though he thinks God's out to get him.

"Can I get you something to drink, hun?" asked the waitress with gray hair.

"A glass of water and about five minutes to give my feet some rest," he replied with a tired smile.

Nodding, she walked off returning a minute later with the water. Slowly sipping the water, it had a slight bitterness to it.

"Must need the water filter replaced or something," he thought.

Resting his head against the back of the seat, as the door swung opened, followed by shouts of, "EVERYONE ON THE GROUND, THIS IS A HOLD UP!"

Slowly closing his eyes, "Not now," he thought, "can't I just get a moments peace?" No mighty gun slinging Titan no rest for the wicked.

His answer was a the sound of a shotgun round being loaded into the chamber next to his left temple.

"You heard the man, now drop to the ground," said the thug with the shotgun.

Opening one eye, he noticed three thugs in t-shirts, jeans wearing masks. Two had pistols, one automatic, the other a revolver, and the one aimed a pistol grip, sawed off shotgun at Jake's left temple.

"How about I just sit here, enjoy my water, and not kick your ass? That sound good to you?" sighed Jake.

Pressing the barrel against Jake's temple, "How about you sit there with a hole through your head, you like the sound of that?"

Turning his head, till the barrel was in between his eyes, "I've been shot, I've been cut, I've been burned, and I've even had limbs eaten off by carnivores rabbits," Jake calmly said yet loud enough for everyone inside the diner could hear, "And in the six months alone, I became a highly wanted man, fought my very own friends, fought a powerful enemy that could have destroyed the world, died, brought back to life as a three year old corpse, and just two days ago, I had a building drop on top of me, and as far as I know, all my friends including my girlfriend have been capture by one of humanities worse enemies. So if you think staring down a gun barrel scares me, then rocks could teach you rocket science."

Actually rocks are very intelligent, they invented the poplar music with rocks in it.

Blinking behind his mask, he pulled away for a moment.

Motioning Jake to get up, "Get up!"

Sliding out, Jake stood up with his back turned to the thugs.

"Turn around," he said, "I'm going make an example out of you."

Giving him a side long look, "Your funeral," Jake said with a grin on his face.

Snapped back the other way, his claws from his right head shot out slicing through the shotgun causing the shotgun pellets to fall onto the ground. His left hand grabbed the water glass as he turned throwing it at the thug with the automatic pistol soaking his arm with ice-cold water.

Reversing his spin, his left elbow slammed into the thug's face causing a satisfying crunch of his nose breaking. Unholstering his gun with his right hand, he charged the stun rounds. Aiming, he shot at the thug with the revolver, and then the one with the automatic shunning with them both. Silence followed as the thugs collapsed. Twirling the gun, he slid it between the waistband of his pants behind his back.

The waitress, the cook, and two families with children stared at Jake.

"Rabbits don't eat meat," remarked the cook.

"It's a long story, and I really need to hit the road again."

"DIE YOU, PUNK!" came from the now shotgun less thug a .38 Saturday night special.

"Does these people learn when to quit?" thought Jake.

He fired all six shots into Jake's body which his healing factor pushed the bullets right back out causing the spent bullets to fall onto the ground. Why does he need a

Staring at him, "Are you done yet?" asked Jake with a bored look.

"What, what the heck are you?" the thug asked with wide eyed shock.

"Spiegel, Jake Spiegel," was the answer.

The thug seemed confused, must have crawled under a mental boulder when Jake mentioned being a wanted criminal.

"You're the Gunslinger," said the freckled faced child, "From the Teen Titans!"

Glancing at her from the corner of his eye, "Did her eyes turn into a pair of stars?" thought Jake.

Returning his attention to the thug, whose eyes were bigger then before.

"I guess that name rings a bell then," Jake said with a smile.

His reply fainting from the shock of his broken nose not by Jake's name. Not like Jake was any wiser.

Looking at the waitress and cook, "Sorry about the mess, I'll pay for it once I get access to my account again, lost my ATM card in an explosion," Jake said with a laugh.

The cook, who's the owner, "Don't worry about it, you're pretty famous, and we've never had a hero in here before. You want something to eat, it's on the house."

"Sorry, can't," shaking his head, "I need to get back to Jump City before things get out of control."

"Haven't you heard," came a surprised remark from the father of the second family, "Jump cities has been lockdown. The military and Justice League have put up a blockaded on all the roads, airways, and from the seas."

"Yea, where have you been, aren't the Titans suppose to protect Jump City," asked the mother from the first family, rather angrily.

Yeah, screw up.

"Myself, Nightwing, Cyborg, and Starfire went to Steel City because the Titans East group went missing. The generator was out, so I went down to restart it. While I was away, Brother Blood attacked and captured the other three Titans. As for me, the generator was rig to blow shortly after reactivation. If I didn't have my alchemy skills, I would still be buried under the Steel City Tower."

Long winded answer.

Her face went from a small amount of anger, to surprise, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know."

Giving her a kind smile, "Don't worry about it, happens all the time."

The father of the first family asked, "So, how are you going to get to the city?"

Pointing to his feet, "Like I said when I came in, I needed to rest my feet awhile, but now its time to move on."

"Your walking, but is still another fifty miles to Jump, it will take you the better part of a week if you walk," said the cook with his mouth agape.

Shrugging, "Don't have much choice, my bike and the T-car got trashed beyond repair in the explosion, and Blood had the other ported out before I even knew what had hit me."

"Spiegel!" called out the cook throwing something towards Jaek who caught them.

They turned out to be keys causing Jake to give the cook a confused look.

"I just filled it this morning, should get you to Jump," said the cook, "And there's a double barrel in the rack, feel free to use it if you need it," stopping Jake from talking, "I've got two little boys in Jump, living with their mother, Josh and Tommy. You make sure there safe, and I'll consider that enough payment," leaning back with his hands on his hips, "Now go do what you do best, kicking butt."

"You have my word, I'll find your kids."

Raising an eyebrow, "The word of a hero, good for me."

"Well, I have a reputation to uphold, and I know what its worth," he replied with a smile.

His eyebrows went up even higher.

"And that is?"

"If my word was gold, I would make Bruce Wayne look poor."

And Jake's currently broke.

Laughing, "Then I know my sons will be safe. Good luck."

Stopping Jake from leaving, "While you were talking," said the waitress, "I packed a couple of things for the road. Can't go rushing to save people on an empty stomach."

Giving her a kind smile, he took the brown bag.

"Thank you, I'm sure my taste buds will be dancing the mambo for the rest of the week," causing her to smile.

Jake left wondering why those people had been so kind to him. Chances were waitress wanted to sleep with him. The cook didn't want any more violence. The fathers felt inadequate. The children found a new hero until the next fad. The wives wanted an affair or the their husbands died. Smiling at a thought of good people in the world, always helping him on a job, no wonder he wants to retire.

Sharing a cast iron bathtub, her left feet was rubbing his thighs while he washed her right feet.

Giggling, "Stop!" almost kicking him.

Slowly rubbing for her foot, she giggled again. Smiling, he increased his rubbing of her foot only for a series of knocks at the door.

Hearing the knocking, "Come back later!" said Rath.

The door knocked opened. Five guys entered with weapons drawn. Short rotund man stepped forward.

"Exactly where I thought you'll be," he said.

"Do you know him?" asked Jess.

"Didn't he originally have this room?" replied Rath.

"OUT!" he ordered.

Smiling at each other, they got out the bath. A hour half later, Rtah and Jess watched the six roll down the hill into the cesspool the inn used for their waste that got was sold as fertilizer. Rath wore pants while Jess wore his shirt which left enough to see her butt cheeks.

"Feel like breakfast?" asked Rath.

"After you wash my back," answered Jess heading back to their room.

"Rather wash your feet."

Scraping the remaining soup from the bottom of the bowl, he noticed Jess staring at him with those lustful eyes. Directing her eyes onto the table, she saw four gold coins. Checking her pockets, she still two gold coins. He spent his four last night.

Scooping the four up, he dropped them between her breasts again. Placing another four on the table, he started counting them. Turning his back to Jess, he started searching the room for something. Her eyes on his back then the coins, her fingers slowly inching. Almost touching them. Rath's hand clasped her wrist. Her brown eyes locked on his blue eyes. Placing four bags on the table, he pushed two bags toward her.

"Holding out on me," she said.

"Waited until you were calmer."

"You got some coins."

"Snagged a few. Enough for supper and a room."

"Something to drink?"

Counting the coins, "Yes, something to drink."

"Couple more nights of washing each others back?" she said.

"That to."