Robert had only been Mechaman for a year, and yet it felt like his entire identity. He didn't feel like Robert the third anymore. He was just Mechaman. Mechaman the third, that is. Ever since his father was killed by Shroud, Robert had spent all his time on hero work: spending all his money trying to make the suit functional again, training, fighting bad guys, and hunting Shroud. He didn't have time for people anymore. Chase had probably called him a million times since his dad's funeral, but Robert just... didn't have time to deal with that right now. Their were more important things to focus on like... Fighting.

With the mecha suit being as unstable as it was at the moment, Robert actually spent a lot of his time out of the suit. He would find minor criminals in the area and take them down, just for some practice to keep his body in condition while working on the suit. And today was no different.

Robert made sure his mask was on tight as he peered over the corner of a museum wall. Ahead of him, in the dark room, was a villain slowly cracking open the case to a set of diamonds on display. Robert took a deep breath before stepping out.

"Stop right there, Villain!" Robert cringed. He was still working on the one liner thing.