Artemis turned slowly to regard the woman in the Robin Hood get up and let out a low whistle. "They weren't kidding when they said you were letting it all hang out," she said in what could have been mistaken for an impressed tone of voice. "Great-gramps would be proud," she said leaning on her bow into the light revealing herself to the new Green Arrow. "It's just me. I had to see it for myself really." There was a shrug there.
The one thing that was definitely missing her shadow. She was doing far more talking than she usually did. Apollo had done more of the talking. She was more of the punching sort. "Everyone's rushing to snatch up a name. My bro switched me out for a bat, you know?" While she liked Johnny enough, he wasn't good enough to take the spot of her father. The sad thing was someone had to. He'd operated so long without a Robin that she couldn't understand why Roy felt the need to fill the suit now that their father was dead. Neither of them had leapt to the chance before.