Jason started coming by even more, we weren't just friends anymore, there was defiantly something between us, more than just a crush. I really liked him, and I hoped beyond belief he liked me too. We had only been dating for a few days, almost a week now, so it was to early to ask him how he felt about me, I didn't want to go to serious and end up scaring him away.

It was Friday after noon, and tonight was Blue Jay's first big appearance, the one where she wasn't just stopping a mugging, she was going into the big leagues. She was going into the crime bosses, and once she stepped in there, it was a whole new ball game.

I had been nervous all day, dreading and looking foreword to tonight, and Jason was noticing. "Something on your mind Kim?" He asked.

I shrugged, "Not really."

He saw right through me, "Liar."

I sighed, "It's nothing Jason."

He put an arm around my shoulder, "You can tell me anything Kim, you know that right?"

I nodded, resting my head on his shoulder, and said, "I know I can, I just don't want to talk about it."

He chuckled, "great, now I'm going to be wondering what your talking about all day."

I shrugged, "Don't act like you don't think about me all day anyways Jason."

"And what makes you think that?" He asked, chuckling.

"Your easy to read." I answered.

"Since when?" He asked, he was trying to sound teasing, but there was something under it, something... defensive?

"Whenever you think about me, your right eye closes a little more than your left, barley noticeable, but still, it does, and the left corner of your mouth twitches up slightly." I said, "You do that a lot, so you must think of me a lot."

"How did you-" He asked.

I snickered, "I saw a T.V. show once where they taught you how to do that, read people like books, I'm OK at it I guess."

"OK? Your really good." He said.

"Thanks." I said.

Through the window, the sun started setting, casting red and yellow light into the shop, making Gotham look pretty for once. Jason looked down at me, and smiled, then said, "You have no idea how pretty you look right now, do you?"

"Not really." I said, blushing.

He smiled, and leaned towards me, his lips touched mine, softer than I thought was possible. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind, I couldn't believe that Jason was actually kissing me, on the lips! Sure he had kissed my cheek a few times, but that was it. Suddenly something in my head said 'Kiss him back you idiot, before he feels rejected!' I kissed Jason back, and closed my eyes. I felt like I was flying, no one was on earth except me and him, no one else existed at that one moment. Just me and him, nothing else mattered.

Suddenly, someone cleared their throat behind us, and we pulled apart to see my Dad sitting there, arms crossed, glaring at Jason, and I swear, I saw his eyes flicker to the nearest gun on the shelf next to him.

Fortunately, I jumped up, and said, "Jason, I think you'd better get home, don't you think?"

"Yeah." he said. "Bye Kim, Mr. Mathilda."

My Dad's only answer was a glare, and his hand twitched towards the shelf. Jason ran outside to his car, and drove off. Before Dad could say anything, I said, "Hey Dad, isn't it time for your medication?"

Dad scowled, and I almost laughed, he hated medicine, it made him gag, and dry heave. And the medicine they gave him lately was the worst medicine I had ever tasted, when dad complained so much, I dipped my finger in the water Mom always ground up the medicine in, and he was been right. It was the worst tasting stuff I had ever tasted.

Dad went upstairs to take his medicine, and I went to the basement to make sure everything was ready for tonight. After wards I went back upstairs, and found Dad watching T.V., and Mom asleep in her room. I knew Dad would head off to bed in a few minutes, so I changed, got on the bike, and sped off to the pier.

I parked inside an alley a few blocks away, then ran there as fast as I could. I used my grappling hook to get to window on the highest floor, the building was so old, there wasn't any glass in most of the windows, so getting in was easy.

I creeped down the hall, before reaching a room where people where sitting around a table. I smirked, and creeped into the corner, half hiding behind crates, half hiding in shadow. If anyone looked, they wouldn't see me clearly, so there eyes would just skim over me, not seeing me at all.

"Okay you pathetic losers listen up, Tray and Mike got busted last week by that new punk, Blue Jay." he said, "Tray was knocked out first, and Mike was knocked out twice according to reports, so that means he woke up at one point, and Blue could have questioned him. Tray wouldn't have talked, but Mike is a different story. Our location may have been given up, so in other words lets make this quick, OK?"

They all told him what they had made that week from muggings, and he said, "Ok boys, you know the drill, eight percent goes to Black Mask."

They grumbled, but handed over the money none the less. I smirked, these guys were idiots, they would make the same profit working alone, and wouldn't have to give any of it up, but because they wanted to move up the chain to working under the Black Mask, they had to settle for the scraps right now. Losers, almost none of them were going to live to get that high up.

I waited until the guy in charge had put the money into his pocket, and then I strode out right in front of them all, and they all jumped up, taking out knives. I smirked, "Oh, wow, hey! How ya doing?"

They all stalked towards me in a big group, and I chuckled, counted them really quick, and said, "Eight against one? Hardly seems fair to me."

The first two ran at me at the same time, I jumped over the first one, and then jabbed my elbow behind me without looking, and heard a satisfied cry as it connected with his pressure point his spine. the second one swung his knife down, and I leaned out of the way, and then grabbed his shoulders, and brought his face down on my knee that I jerked into his face.

I smirked as they both hit the ground, one had been knocked out because of his pressure point, the other, I hit him a little to hard on the head with my knee, "Your going to need a lot more than eight to take down Blue Jay suckers."

A third ran at me, but as soon as he got close enough, I high kicked his face, sending him sprawling. A fourth slashed at me, I leaned out of the way of his knife, and then grabbed his wrist, and then jerked it so hard it broke. He screamed really loud, and I shoved him into the small heap that was forming. Number three from earlier staggered up and tried to punch me, but I kicked his knee in, and smirked as he fell down, clutching his dislocated knee. Number five tried to jump me, having learned by watching that knives were pointless. I leapt out of the way, and then took out my blow gun, loaded it quickly, and then shot it into his neck. He managed to punch me in the gut, but by the time I stood up, he was down. I tucked it back into my pocket, and then I saw one of them draw a gun. I yanked out one of the Batarangs that I had painted blue, and threw it, hitting his hand, and making him yelp, dropping it. I ran over to the gun, and kicked it into a corner, then socked the man in the face hard.

He took a step back, not falling, but a shot from my taser gun changed his mind about not going down. i smirked, only four where left, and it had only taken barley a minute. Suddenly, two people charged into the room, and I gasped, Batman and Robin. i had known I would run into them eventually while on the job, but they couldn't come now! Not when I was working on my main goal, when I was stopping a mugging or something like that, it was fine, but of they interfered with my main goal, we might have a slight problem.

Batman quickly took two out, as did Robin, and they both turned to me, Batman glaring, Robin, looking at me with curiosity.

"What?" I asked.

Batman stalked over to me, glaring down at me, and then asked, "who are you?"

I smirked, and said, "Someone who's got a thug to question."

I ducked under him, and grabbed the guy who the other's had given there money to, a propped his back up against a crate, and started slapping his cheek. "Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey." I said, smirking, Robin walked over to me.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"This guy's the one all the other's answer to," I said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the huge wad of cash, "That's why they coughed up all this to him, so he can send most of it to Black Mask, keeping his share, maybe a little more than his share too."

He seemed embarrassed had figured it out, and he had to ask, "Well... that's right I guess... but if we had gotten here when you did, we would have figures it out before you." He said defensively.

I paused, I couldn't help but think that he sounded like someone I knew, but i couldn't be sure.

Batman walked over too, and i kneeled down next to the man again, and kept slapping him harshly, until finally he woke up, "OW!" He exclaimed as I slapped him again, "What was that for?"

"Sorry, didn't realize you were awake." I said sarcastically, and then kicked his shin hard.

"Ow!" He yelped, "What was that for?"

I shrugged, "The heck of it." I took out my butterfly knife, and flipped it around, "Now, listen gamberro," I hissed, rolling the 'r,' "I'm not in the best mood right now." I jerked my thumb over my shoulder to gesture at Batman, "You can thank him for that."

He glared at Batman as if to say, 'Do you want this crazy chic to kill me?' Batman's returning glare made him cringe, and whimper.

"This will be so much easier if you will please just tell me where's the guy you answer to, who is he, when's the next meeting he's hosting, even his favorite bar for all I care, got it?" I snapped, starting to yell at the end.

He cringed, and shouted, "I was supposed to meet him and some other guys at that old abandoned mattress factory down on Bird Avenue, three days from now, 11:00 P.M. sharp!" He exclaimed.

"Anything else you may have failed to mention?" I asked, a deadly glare plastered onto my face.

He looked at me for a second and blurted out, "I wet the bed until I was sixteen."

I smirked, "Thanks." I took out my tranquilizer, and pretty soon he was sleeping.

I took both of the darts I had used, and put them into my pouch for used darts that I would reuse later. Robin approached me, "How did you do that?" He asked.

"Do what?" I asked, walking towards the door.

"Learn how to fight like that, I saw the injuries on those guys, you can't just wake up one day and know that, it has to be taught, practiced." He said, following me.

I walked out, and started heading over to the alley where my bike was. I sat on it, and said, "Just something my sensei taught me." I said, using Sensei so he would think I went to martial arts school or something like that, it wasn't really a lie, sensei meant teacher in Japanese, and my Dad who had taught me to fight was like a teacher to me.

He nodded as I revved the engine, "nice bike." he commented. I nodded, and sped off.

I got home, and slowly crept to the basement with the bike, putting the tarp over it, and hiding all evidence of Blue Jay under the flower pot again. I made my way to my room, but couldn't help but feel I had forgotten something.