Left Alone.

Who: Annie and you!
Where: The rooftops. Or the streets if you're in trouble.
When: Sunday night.
Summary: Annie grieves fro her lost Robin by dressing up as him. Totally therapeutic, right?
Warnings: The ageless shape shifter shifts her age.

The utility belt slid around Annie's waist. It was too big for her. Tim had been older. That meant nothing to an ageless shape shifter, though. She closed her eyes and let her body grow, aging in an instant from ten to sixteen. The belt was suddenly snug, the yellow material fit flush to her form.

Annie stared at it for a moment, her eyes still downcast. Then she walked slowly toward the rooftop. Her outfit changed as she moved, her normal shirt and pants turning to Robin's red leather outfit. Black gloves blossomed across her hands. The cape grew out behind her neck. She reached to the belt, taking one of Robin's grappling hooks. Throwing it to the nearest tall structure, she jumped from the roof and swung.

Robin was gone. She wasn't going to let the city forget him, though.

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Mean while, M'gann hovers a street or two away with her eyes narrowed in concentration and focused straight on a form underneath her. It's been awhile since she's gotten to do this; patrols may be something she's settled into, but finding an actual criminal? (Mugger, in this case.) That's something almost special...And while she still feels that awkward twinge over being kind of happy to find a felony, there's also that rush of relief that she gets to practice her skills again.

Follow, pick out her target area...And then DIVE right for him, feet angled out for a kick and telekinesis at the ready in case she needs an extra psychic push or throw.

Naturally, this places all her attention on the mugger in question, and not on any potential heroes that might be close by...Or closing in on the same target.

Someone might almost feel sorry for their poor.... "victim?" As M'gann descended with her kick, Annie was swinging down legs first from her own rooftop. She was planning to kick the criminal squarely in his derriar! Mostly she wanted to make use of sheer momentum, and her greater-than-human strength. She couldn't actually fight without growing knives or other weapons, too extreme for a random criminal on the street.

"Stop!" Robyn cried, too close to be stopped.

Left Alone.

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Why does life have to suck sometimes? :(