R.J. woke and sat up, yawning widely. As she rubbed the sleep from her bright blue eyes she wondered if the night before had happened, or if it was just some bizarre dream. She got her answer as soon as she flicked on the T.V.
The battle between her and Bane was on every news station. They were, ironically enough, calling her 'Blue-Jay', but it did make sense, she supposed, seeing as her costume was blue rather than red and had a B instead of an R.
Well, this was just great! She couldn't just go and reveal herself, she might end up being killed, but 'Blue-Jay' couldn't just vanish right after making her debut either. So it looked like she was going to be stuck in the hero business for a while.
Sighing, R.J. got out of bed and went into her bathroom. After taking a shower she brushed out her long platinum hair before putting it up into a ponytail.
She dressed in a T-shirt and jeans before pulling out her costume and taking it into the secret cavern she had discovered deep below her parent's mansion. The only entrance inside the house was, conveniently, located in R.J.'s bedroom. You had to press exactly the right spot on the back wall of her walk-in closet, which was lined with mahogany, and the back panel would slide up, the wall along with it, revealing an old fashioned cage elevator. She would take it down far below the house, into a huge series of caves with waterfalls and rivers and pools through out them. The only other ways to get out were from there, and she had blacked them off with high-tech security and camouflage. She had discovered the caverns when she was five, and had never told a soul about them. They were her secret and no one else's.
R.J. yawned, exhausted, still watching the news on one channel that seemed to be devoted to the Bat family, which they now included her in. she had been in the caves all day, she was still there, working on her suit and making her 'roost' more fit for her soon to be secret her lifestyle. R.J.'s father, Germaine Falcon, was the soul owner of Falcon Inc. one of the most powerful tech conglomerates in the world, he and R.J.'s mother, Carmine Falcon, were at home just about as often as the rain fell up.
To keep his daughter happy, Germaine would give her anything she wanted. Having graduated from collage at the age of ten, R.J. had devoted her time to martial arts, gymnastics, archery and inventing. She was shy and almost completely solitary. The only reason she had gone to the party was because no one would recognize her, and right now, she was still having trouble believing that she had taken out Bane all on her own. Even the people who had seen the entire thing had said that if they hadn't seen it, they would never have believed it, and who could blame them.
A girl who was fifteen years old at the most, about five feet tall and, from the look of her, weighing less than a hundred pounds, took out all those men and then Bane, all on her own with out even scratching herself, that was a little hard to believe. But others were arguing that it only made sense that she could fight so well that she could pull it off. She was so small and lean; Batman wouldn't have let her leave his sight until he was sure she could do anything. That argument also had its strengths. The debate, in short, was going no where, but it was fun to watch and listen to.
After forty-eight hours of alternating between working on her suit and modernizing her headquarters, she was done, for now. The had set up an entire, top of the line computer system, a lab, a work out station, a small med-bay, gotten one of her pumped up motorcycles down there, stocked up on gadgets, and had armored her suit. She had also set up curtains around the hot-spring areas, hiding the separate small waterfalls and the several steaming pools into which they fell from each other, just in case she ever had any guests.
After all this was done, she went upstairs, ate and slept for twelve hours straight before going back down to add the finishing touches.
It took her another twelve hours to set up a few jail cells and a few extra beds, just in case. Truth be told, she would still be setting up the computer system if it hadn't been for the exo-suit she had made, allowing her to lift great amounts of weight without trouble. She had also built something similar into her costume, but it wasn't as powerful and would only be used if it was needed.
After another round of sleep, R.J. was ready for another run on the crime of Gotham City.
Blue-Jay jumped from rooftop to rooftop, quickly and quietly, doing a patrol. She had started in a part of the city far from her home, to avoid suspicion. Things were quiet, but it was only early evening, so the night was still young.
This was proved right when she came across a gang about to jump a group of girls. They had cornered the three against the wall of a building and were advancing quickly, sick grins on their faces. The grins vanished, however, when Blue-Jay came out of nowhere and took out their leader with one hit. They charged her.
They were pathetic; really, she had them all down and out within three minuets.
After making sure the three were alright and got to a place where they could call their parents for a ride, Blue-Jay left to continue her patrol.
The city was huge, but it was only a matter of time before Blue-Jay ran into at least one of the bat family. Ironically enough, the first to come into contact with her was Robin.