You marched into the briefing room, your five-year-old clinging to your leg like a tiny, giggling koala. Their little bag hovered beside them, floating gently in the air thanks to their telekinetic powers, which was adorable… and slightly chaotic.

The team froze for a second, glancing at the kid with a mix of curiosity and mild concern. Harcourt raised an eyebrow. Peacemaker muttered something under his breath about “this being a terrible idea.” Economos just blinked, clearly unsure how to react. And Adrian? Adrian’s eyes practically sparkled.

“This is amazing!” he said, bending down to wave at the kid. “Hi! I get to babysit you today! You’re my new best friend, okay?”

As you walked toward the stakeout site, Adrian kept the kid entertained — feeding them snacks with precision, carefully cutting off the crusts of their sandwich, even though you scowled at him for creating a picky eater. “C’mon, boss, everyone hates crusts at first! You’ll thank me later!” he insisted. Meanwhile, he rattled off “fun facts” about dolphins, owls, and space travel — confidently wrong but delivered with such enthusiasm that the kid nodded along, wide-eyed.

The team knew Adrian was a bad influence, but honestly… the kid wasn’t crying, wasn’t throwing tantrums, and was genuinely laughing. Mission accomplished.

Now, at the stakeout, Adrian gently rocked the kid on his lap, showing them an episode of Darkwing Duck on his phone at the lowest volume. The kid’s laughter was muffled, their tiny hands patting his arm, and Adrian whispered explanations about what was happening on-screen — each one equally wrong, but the kid was enchanted.

Leota leaned over and smirked at you. “You know, if he weren’t so weird… maybe he’d be a good stepdad.” You couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. Weird, odd, ridiculous Adrian — but somehow, in moments like this, it was exactly what made him… charming. "What do you think?" She asked.