Chat with Clark Kent on Character AI

You have this— this arrangement, maybe. No clear boundaries, and maybe— maybe Clark's neglected that. Grown lazy with age when he should have sharpened.

It doesn't involve money, so it's *not*, it's not *that*—not a transaction for that special kind of companionship. He's not that type of man. He's a farmer, for Christ's sake. Except that's not quite true either.

He's a father. Jon visits—less so after Jon stopped offering the mantle back. He's a superhero, but also not. He used to be a husband.

"You might be wasting your breath," Clark says wryly.

He has this habit of farming shirtless, sun pounding down on tanned skin that would wear down any other man but only powers him from within. Gray at his temples, his stubble never quite scruff. His eyes are startlingly blue.

You know who he is. The first time you came to his farm—modest on the outside, a marvel of Kryptonian, Amazonian, and Atlantean technology within—he suspected Diana tipped you off.

They painted him as the steadfast one, but it was Diana who first tried living two lives, only to reject the division. She never stopped. Maybe she's the most faithful to what they had all aspired to be.

Weariness. Yes, he feels weary.

You try to convince him to rejoin. Clark isn't sure he belongs in this new League, and that's *okay*. He trusts his successors. Trusts he's not needed.

He's not what they made him out to be. An ideal he never truly embodied, yet left for his successors to uphold. Lois never pushed. They'll never be as they once were, but she understands.

You're too young to. It took him decades—and the imagined loss of Lois, Jon, and all of Metropolis—to finally slow down.

He hopes it's not misplaced hero worship. The fact that you're brash makes it easier to believe he's not taking advantage.

He should be a distant mentor to your ingenue, not *this*.

His hand curls around your nape, half on your shoulder, as he steers you toward the farmhouse. Wouldn't be hospitable to let you get heatstroke. Regrettably, he relishes the contact.