The 4th installment! And the last! Sorry if it's a little short! But I did that so it'd be easier to say goodbye :'(. Jk! Ali will be back! I promise you! She's going to be in the new Series called A Mother's Touch and She's also going to appear in the Blackest Night Arc :D so look out for that!

Rule Number 15: Let Go

I shivered as his fingers traced across my bare thighs. His lips were at my neck as traced my finger tips down his back and moaned softly. We were in his small apartment. It was old and the whole place looked like it was going to break within seconds. He was so gentle, though. Too gentle. It felt amazing. His lips were extremely soft and his skin was like silk. His fingers were magic; he caused me to shudder and send tingles of pleasure down my spine. He would place his hand on my face and look at me like I was his everything and run his finger through my hair. His mint green eyes were like gems to me. He entered me and I moaned loudly. His hips began to move at a slow but moderate pace. I breathed deeply and dug my nails into his back. He groaned and went in harder and deeper. I cried aloud and arched my back. I bit my lip to prevent me from screaming. Other people were in the building, too. And I think they'd be a little worried that a girl was screaming in the other apartment. And I think Jason got the picture as well. But that didn't stop him from hitting that one spot. That was the spot that caused pleasure to shoot through my entire body like a bolt of lighting. It was amazing and caused me to moan a little louder. I traced the strings of sweat that trailed down his body. I gritted my teeth and moved my body to him. Our bodies moved in sync. I could feel myself getting to that point. I reached up and grabbed his head, pulling it down to my shoulder. He placed his lips on my neck as I felt myself explode. I gave one last moan as I felt him release inside me, too. He sighed and collapsed beside me, he then pulled me toward him. I placed my head on his sweaty chest and sighed.

I looked up at him, "Bruce knows."

He kissed the top of my head and looked down at me with a small smile, "So?"

"He doesn't want us together."

"And you're going to listen to him?"

"I-,"

He suddenly sat up and placed his feet on the floor. And I saw it; on his back, was a large scar going diagonally across his back. It still had stitches in it. How could I have not felt that when I ran my fingers down my back? I gently placed my hand on it, and traced it down. "Jason,"

"Look," He started, "This… Affair. It's dangerous."

"I know," I whispered.

"It could get you hurt."

"I know,"

"And you could be… killed."

"I know,"

He seemed a little annoyed by my repeated answer and turned around, "Ali,"

I smiled, "Don't worry about me."

"Telling me not to worry about you is like telling a fat kid not to eat chocolate cake."

I giggled at the statement. "Jason, I'll be fine. I don't die, remember?"

"Ali, it's not death. I know that you can't die. It's… the assassins and killers, they're getting more and more ruthless. If you haven't noticed, this isn't my normal living place," He said a she gestured to the cracked walls and the overturned refrigerator, "I've had to move five times, though they still haven't seen under the mask." He pointed at his face. "But they're trying to get EVERYTHING they can on me. They're going to go after everyone I've ever had contact with, everyone I've ever met, and"-he looked at me- "everyone I care about."

"What are you saying?" I questioned.

"I'm saying that I don't want you to get hurt."

"Jason, we-."

"I'm afraid that they'll do worse then kill you," He admitted. "I love you. But if I ever find out that they did something to you… I don't know what I'd do."

"Jason," I put a hand on his face and smiled, "I'll be fine."

He took my hand off his face and turned around. "Go home to Bruce. Don't make any contact with me for at least two months."

"What?"

"You heard me, Ali."

I got up from the bed, still naked, but not caring, "Ja-."

"Please, Ali. This is for your protection."

I stared at him as I got dressed. He stopped and looked at me. He sighed and grabbed my clothes, walking towards my bed. He gave me my bra and I put it on, "Alastrina, you're perfect to me. You're my everything. When I first say you, I thought you were a goddess. You glowed with beauty and perfection. I knew from the beginning that you were going to be there for me. You were here through everything that I did. And I don't deserve you. I really don't. I shouldn't even be with you here now. I've treated you like crap over the years; yelling at you when I was angry, calling you names and telling you horrible things, I was terrible. And yet, here you are. Why? I don't know. But you're here. And I thank you. So much. I love you."

I slipped my shoes on and placed my hands on his face. "I'm here because I love you, too. I'll always be here for you, Jason. You know that."

He smiled, then put on his Red Hood mask. He grabbed my hand and led me outside to the roof, "Get home safe, please."

"I'll try." I smiled as I ran towards the other building.

"That wasn't funny, Ali!" Jason shouted after me as I ran.

After a while I got tired of jumping from roof top to roof top and decided to walk along the streets. But of course, I landed in the slums of Gotham. I mentally punched myself fin the face for landing in such a dangerous place. I saw all the gang members and petty thieves give me wanting looks. I quickly walked fast, pulling down at my skirt and pulling my off the shoulders sweater on my shoulders. But it didn't help to much, they kept falling. My heels clicked harder against the floor as I began to walk faster through the streets. Suddenly, I noticed from the corner of my eye, a limo was following me. I wrapped my arms around myself and looked down at my pocket. My phone was there. And I could call Jason. He would be over here in five seconds to escort me home. But then again, I didn't know what the limo was for. And it could have been after me for Jason. After all, if Batman could find out, who's to say the people that were after Jason would find out? Batman. I could always call Bruce. He'd be over here in five seconds flat if he knew were I was. Sure, I would get chewed out by him for being in the slums of Gotham, but I'd be safe. I saw the limo get closer to me. If my heart was beating, it'd be racing to hell. Then I head the limo stop, and a car door opened.

"Hey, little lady," I heard, "we have business with you."

"We?" I asked innocently as I turned around, pulling on the bottom of my shirt. I looked like a nineteen year old girl, might as well act like on.

"The Black Mask," The man stated.

"That's only one person." I corrected.

"Ma'am, Just get in the car."

"My mother always told me not to go off with strangers."

"My name's Carl." The large black man introduced, "There, we're not strangers anymore."

I shook my head with a giggle, "No, I still don't know where you're taking me, so nope."

"Well, you really don't have a choice." He stepped away from the car and two other men came out. Once with a bat, the other two cracking their knuckles. They walked towards me and got ready to grab me. I really didn't like fighting. But I knew I had to. Even if it was to hurt three young men. Just as one of the men grabbed me. I quickly yanked my arm away. He reached for it again, but I quickly brought my foot up and kicked him in the jaw. He stumbled back. "Sorry," I apologized as the other guy came at me with the bat up in the air. I kicked him in the chest before he was able to bring the bat down. He gasped for air and the other men ran around him towards me. One of them sent a punch at my face and I leaned backwards, bringing my leg up and kicking that guy in the jaw and I black flipped away from him. The other guy pulled out a knife and swung it at me. I dodged and moved away from the knife. Until he finally tried to stab me in the stomach. I grabbed his arm and jumped over it, kicking him in the throat. He grabbed as he flew back. "Sorry about that!" I shouted. I really didn't want to fight. But what other choice did I have? Suddenly, one of the men punched me in the face, and the an with the bat whacked me right in the back of the neck. Blackness…

When I came to, I moaned from the sharp pain in my neck and grumbled. The light slightly burned my eyes as I opened them. I tried to get up, since I was already sitting up, but felt myself tied to a chair. And that I was. I looked down to see my arms tied to a metal chair. I quickly looked at my surroundings. Body guards, crates, light fixtures, empty spaces… I was in a warehouse. A young lady dressed in a business suit approached me. I immediately noticed her. Ms. Li (now is when her name comes to my head), Black Mask's assistant. She clutched her clipboard to her breast and cleared her throat. "I know you're probably wondering where you are. Rest assure, you're life's not in danger."

"Not yet," Growled a certain voice. I turned to see Black Mask entering the room with five other guys behind him. He came up to me and sat on one of the crates that were in front of me. He leaned forward and put his forearms on his thighs. "You're the little girl who's been going steady with the Red Hood." He poked me in the head.

I decided to play stupid. "Who?"

"Don't play stupid."

Dammit.

He went into his white coat and pulled out a bunch of papers. He then slapped them down on my lap. They were pictures of me and Jason on the roof; hugging and talking and holding hands. Clearly they've been watching us for some time. Thank god they didn't have pics of him with out his mask on. I turned my head to the side for a second then said, "That's a really good camera."

He glared at me as I looked up at him, "Look, I didn't kidnap ya' to have a social interaction session with you. I wanna know who this Red Hood guy is. And since you and him are pretty chummy, you should know who's under that mask and how I can kill him."

"I can't tell you that." I shook my head.

"Why not?"

"Because you just said it yourself, you're going to kill him. I don't want you to kill him."

"And if I do?"

I gave him a deadly look, "Then you'll regret it." I think I'm better at threats then being angry in general. He seemed to buy it for a second by the flash of worry that crossed his face, then he quickly washed it off and gave me a deadlier look.

"And you'll regret not telling me when you're dead." He pulled out a gun from his coat and pointed it at my head.

I gave him a concerned look and I moved out of the way of the gun to look up at him. "Isn't that a bit drastic? Killing a girl for some info on her lover?"

He pulled the gun back, the butt of the gun resting on his shoulder. "You don't understand. You're little "lover" ruined me. He made a fool out of me on live T.V. He tricked and used me to get to that bastard clown, almost got me killed, took over my territory, destroyed my business-he crashed me down TO SHIT!" He pointed the gun back at my head, "So you're going to tell me everything about this guy! His real name, where he lives, why he's still alive-EVERYTHING! EVEN HIS GODDAMN FAVORITE COLOR FOR ALL I CARE!"

"It's red," I smiled.

He growled as swung the gun around, shooting one of his men in the head, the man instantly died. He then put the tip of the smoking gun to my bare thigh and I screamed, feeling the burning sensation flow through the skin. He pulled it away and placed the butt of the gun near his shoulder again. I dropped my head and tried to blink back tears, the pain still swirling in my thigh. I regained my composer and looked up at him with frown, "That wasn't very nice."

He pointed the gun back at my head, "You're going to tell me everything. NOW!"

"Can't do that," I sad seriously.

"You don't understand the position you're in," He stated, "You have a gun to your dead. And you're about five seconds off of it blowing that pretty little head of yours off your shoulders."

"Aww," I smiled, "you think I'm pretty."

He smirked, "Very," He then lowered his gun to my legs and began to slowly lift up my skirt.

"Whoa!" I shouted, "I think I'd feel a little more comfortable if you took the gun away, sir."

"Well, killing you would be a perfectly good waste of ass." He smirked up at me, "I think you'd be great in bed. Maybe I should ask Hood next time I see him. You're probably great at licking the lollipop, if you know what I mean."

I furrowed my brow, "That was an inappropriate thing to say."

"You're use to things being inappropriate. I'd say you and Hoody do all sorts of inappropriate things at night."

"That's none of your business."

"It can be." He smirked, "Maybe instead of killing you, I could show you how a real man makes love."

"Can you introduce me to this "Real Man"? 'cause all I see is a washed out player with a dried up prune for a face."

His eyes suddenly went wide and he swung the gun to my face, "Bitch!" He shouted as he fired the gun off. The first thing I felt was pain. Of course. The next thing I felt, the bullet digging it's way into my skull. Then I felt my head explode because of the impact. Then darkness erupted. I hated dying. Because when my body died. My spirit was temporarily suspended from the earth and I was in the black nothingness. It made me feel so cold. So alone. The one thing I always did was curl my self into a ball and hold myself there for the two minutes that I'm stuck in there. It was like the darkness was eating at me. It made my skin look paler then pale and my hair as red as the flames of hell itself. When I wake up, I open my eyes to see shocked faces. I'm out of the darkness. I pull my head up and look at the shocked face of Black Mask.

"What the fuck are you?" He shouts as he jumps up from the crate. He points the gun at me again.

"Come on," I say, "if that's not gonna work the first time, what makes you think it's gonna work the second time?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"My maid." I hear a deep voice say. Suddenly-at least-twenty shots ring around the room; killing most of the body guards. The Red Hood suddenly drops down behind me and cuts the strings that were binding me to the chair. He then points the gun at Black Mask. "And I don't appreciate you trying to kill her."

"I don't appreciate you living." Black Mask says as he raises his gun and shoots at Jason. I quickly jump up, the bullet shoots me in the shoulder. I fall back into the seat and clutch my bleeding shoulder; the pain races through my arm.

"You just made a big mistake, pal." Jason says as he begins to shoot. I drown out everything: the pain, Jason's killing streak, the blood that's splashing all over the place-everything. I couldn't see it. I didn't want to see it. I'm thinking he thinks the same thing as the gun fires keep ringing out. He throws his guns to the floor, but the gun fires don't stop. I hear a few small explosions, a couple screams, some people choking. But I don't look. I don't dare look. If I do, I don't know what my reaction would be. I just clutch my shoulder tighter; putting pressure on the would. I could feel the bullet trying to make it's way out of my skin from the way it entered; but I'm not letting it. I want the pain to distract me from what's going on right now. I don't want to hear the screams or the guns. But I do. And I hold onto my wounds tighter. The bullet's digging against the palm of my hand to get out. It's starting to cause my hand to bleed. More pain. Then the shooting stops. The screams stop. I look at the floor. Black Mask is dead. His assistant's gone.

"Are you okay?" I heard Jason ask.

I slowly get up and turn to face him.

Blood.

It covered his hands and was splashed across his red mask and clothes. My eyes widened at his sates and I unconsciously took a step back. His lowered his head. "I'm sorry."

I shook my head, "I'm fine, Jay. Thank you. For saving me." I let my wound go. The bullet is free from my wound. And it starts to heal up. Jason walks up to me and removes his helmet. He stares at me and I look away; suddenly afraid of him. He tucks a strain of hair behind my ear and leans down to kiss me one more time on the cheek. Then puts his helmet back on and turns to walk away. Before he completely walks out, he cocks his head back, "Goodbye."

"For now," I smiled.

He nods, then walks out of the warehouse. Into the darkness.

I didn't cry when I knew he was far away from the warehouse. It would be a waste. Plus, I've cried too much. If Jason wanted to go, then he was free to leave. I didn't hold Dick back when he wanted to leave Batman and start as Nightwing and stay with the Titans. Or when he moved out of the mansion. I didn't stop Tim when he created his own group of Young Justice and somewhat left us behind. I wasn't going to stop Jason from killing criminals. No matter how much I didn't want him to. I loved all my boys. And as much as I didn't want them to go, they did. And I let them. Of course it was hard for me to let them go. But I had no other choice. They were all going to leave me sooner or later. So I turn around and begin to walk out of the warehouse; clutching my bleeding shoulder. I had to let go of my sad and depressed emotions. I had to let go of my anger towards Bruce. Let go of the fact that I couldn't save everyone I cared about. I had to let go of Jason… for now.