She had been scouring the park, when she saw a flash of red out of the corner of her eye. She rolled her eyes. Robin had been following her for several blocks now; she had spotted him a mile away but had pretended not to have noticed him, wanting to face him on her turf.
Getting into the wooded area, Blue-Jay got up into the high branches of the trees and waited. Sure enough, when she 'vanished' he came out to examine the place where she had been standing. He knelt down to take a closer look at the dirt path, and that was when she jumped.
She landed right behind him. He whipped around just in time to see her deliver the spinning kick to the side of his head, knocking him to the ground. He was dazed, but recovered quickly. They exchanged blows, each landing a fair amount until she got tired and knocked him out with one blow.
Blue-Jay smirked, getting an idea. She dragged him into the trees, to a thicket that she knew about, and handcuffed him to a tree, before activating one of his tracers and placing it smack in the center of his forehead.
She also hid one of her own tracers in his utility-belt. She was about to leave, when another idea struck her and she grinned. On a whim she had added black lipstick to her assemble. Now, she applied another layer of the stuff and pecked him on the cheek, leaving a black mark. After this was done, then she left. Returning home as the sun began to rise.
R.J. woke when the sun blazed into her bedroom. She groaned and turned away from the light as Pierre, R.J.'s Butler/chauffer/general caretaker pulled open the drapes. "More sleep." She moaned, he ignored her.
"You're late night adventures have amounted to the topic of choice for the month; I believe it's safe to say." He said, causing her to sit up and take the paper he was holding out to her.
R.J. was not in the least surprised that Pierre knew that she was Blue-Jay; he had a tendency to notice these things when it came to her, seeing as he knew her better than anyone save herself. She had the feeling he even knew about her 'Roost'.
On the front page of the newspaper was a picture of Blue-Jay, taken as she had been leaving the park, it showed her swinging from one building to another. The story beneath the headline The Blue Bird Returns was all about her and the rest of the Gotham vigilantes, when they had appeared, their efficacy, etc. R.J. smirked when she saw that her efficacy rating was on par with Nightwings', above Batgirls and Robins. Man, that must have made them steam!
"Master R.J.," Pierre said, "If those are to be the first of many injuries to come you should find an excuse for them." He was looking at the bruises on her arms from her fight with Robin. "Like what?" "Horse riding perhaps, Polo, rock-climbing, are a couple examples." "I already like playing Polo so I'll start that again." "Very good."
"Also, Master R.J., don't you think it would be a good idea to have something similar to the Batmobile, and the Batwing?" "Pierre, I can't drive." "I'll teach you." She smiled at him "Than all I have to do is give two of my biggest secret projects a new paint job and I'll be set." Pierre opened his mouth to ask, then seemed to change his mind, deciding that he didn't want to know.