She supposed she should be thankful that getting kept in town until the Joker's party was over had given her time to go a little crazy. Without him, she never would have put the watch on.

It hadn't really occurred to her to do so until she was packing up her things and put the sleek black watch with Megamind's trademark lightening bolt on, not wanting to lose it in the shuffle-- and when she adjusted it, she felt the whole world go quiet for the first time in days.

It wasn't his watch. It was hers. The thing she'd asked him for. That he said he'd make for her -- to keep her mind quiet.

Finally, she could think clearly without anyone else's fear or pain or confusion in her mind. Finally, it was just her. In that moment, she realized she couldn't run either. She wouldn't abandon her city, and those that were fighting in it. She sure as hell wasn't going to be run out now.

So from a distant roof top, far as she could manage from the fighting and still be able to get an eye of it, she stood with a few brainbots floating about her... while others were out in the city, getting what she'd needed to tell the world about what happened today -- about the horrors that unfolded, the people who stood; those who would rise, and those who would fall.

Nobody would forget that the imPorts didn't move. That they stood with the City.

Roxanne Ritchi would make sure of it.