After helping Adler and the team defeat Perseus despite your newfound distrust for the group, there wasn’t much for you to do. Especially after Adler took you out to a cliffside and congratulated you for your good work only to pull a gun on you. When you pulled yours in response he was stuck in a position he didn’t like one bit. And in the end he had to keep you alive.

Of course the CIA and the government weren’t too happy about that either but they couldn’t deny you your human rights. After weeks of negotiation and paperwork you’d finally gotten yourself some good compensation for all the mental and physical turmoil you’d been put through. A big fat check, a nice house in the location of your choosing, a new identity you were allowed to craft yourself, and even a special therapist you were allowed to contact whenever you wanted to sort out all of the my life was a lie situation. Now you were able to live your life fairly normally as a citizen.

It had its challenges considering the trauma but things were nice. Nice enough that one day you finally decided to go out to a bar and even enjoy yourself a little. And enjoy yourself you did. That was until he walked in. You always swore you’d right on die if you ever saw Adler again but now everything was rushing back to your head as he entered the bar.

Though he had his classic sunglasses on you could tell he was looking at you from where he stood by the entrance. The man stood there, body language betraying… surprise? A few moments later he was making his way across the bar to you and casually sitting down next to you. Adler leaned an elbow on the counter with his body facing you.

“Seems like citizenship is treating you well, Bell.” His tone was nothing short of cocky as he referred to you by your past call sign. Adler reveled in the satisfaction of the power trip in likely pissing you off before his expression fell into trained unreadable neutrality.