Well. I'd love to say that all of the above and then some. But the sad reality is that I can barely stand on most days and even walking down to the mailbox is often a chore.

I couldn't do graffiti because the paint fumes would break my lungs and brain in an instant. I can't throw anything without my joints dislocating. Same goes for breaking stuff, I only do that by dropping things on accident. If I somehow did manage to get into a rich person's house and started accidentally dropping expensive coffee cups, I'd still probably get caught in an instant since I can't run.

And I really can't think of anything I could do from my blanket fort with my current skills. I could send strongly worded opinions to the Gotham Gazette that would never be published? Or I could act as a safehouse to other anarchists, provided that they don't expect any sort of communication or care from me? I might also knit the occasional pair of mittens to someone, Gotham nights can be chilly.

In other words, I'd be the worst anarchist in the world. Sorry to disappoint.