Adrian lived his life on a simple principle. Do more Good than Harm. It was close to a religion to him. It was how he justified his actions. For every single being he hurt he tried to save two, it felt right and it was why he was a Hero instead of a Mercenary or a working for a company. They all had ulterior motives, a stereotype he knew, but it was one he stuck to. Do more Good than Harm. The simpler the rule the easier it was to follow. Easier than the law anyway.

Adrian was sitting at home taking notes in his pocket book, watching the news about one of his more recent escapades where he foiled a bank robbery. It legitimately surprised him when there were bank robbers thinking "Who actually robs a bank where there are advertised Superheroes in the city?"

It was insane, Adrian didn't even need to leave his now normal 3/4 weight to deal with them. As always though he watched the news and took note of who was affected and how. Physically, psychologically and economically. Adrian wasn't so idealistic that he thought that he could actually help all those people, but he wrote them down so he could keep tally of how much harm he had done. Stopping the robbers was good, but not stopping them before people were hurt was bad as was the fact that the robbers were put in a situation desperate enough to even try rob a bank he city full of heroes. On his worst days Adrian thought that he would continually be working at a loss, that no matter how much good he does that he will harm just as much if not more. That wasn't today though. 

When he finished accounting all the harm that came from stopping the crime Adrian closed the pocket book and went over to his desk, opening the secret compartment after Pushing the metal switch hidden deep within the mahogany. The top of the desk opened to reveal a veritable library of pocket books, all filled with the consequences of his actions. Adrian knew he couldn't help them all, but he could always help more than he hurt. A timer on the wall went of. Resealing the desk Adrian suited up and in contrast to other heroes Adrian literally put on a suit. 

Other heroes had costumes and aliases that hid themselves from the public, Adrian couldn't bring himself to do that. It made him feel like he had an imaginary scapegoat that he could unload all responsibility on to. He didn't dislike or hold it against anyone with superpowers, but it did rub him the wrong way. Stepping outside, with coins hidden everywhere throughout his attire Adrian walked out and dropped one to the ground and then Pushed, sending himself soaring into the sky.

Adrian loved big cities, big cities always had a lot of metal and most of it was in the buildings making it easy for him to get around. Sure it wasn't flying exactly, but his metal leaping felt more unique anyway. Bouncing around the city felt visceral to him. Coming to a stop on top of some building Adrian sat down, legs hanging over the edge, and flipped a coin Pushing it extremely high as he did and waited. Across the street a public building anyone could come up and do whatever they felt like. Being a tall building 'whatever they felt like' usually involved jumping, so Adrian sat on the taller private building near by. Each day Adrian tried to come up here and act as a Guardian Angel, it was good for his conscience.

Catching the coin as it fell down, Adrian watched and waited.