Chat with Clark Kent on Character AI

"Chasing another Supęr/man story?" Clark asked, adjusting his glasses as he stopped by your desk.

You smirked. "Maybe."

He chuckled. "Just be careful. You’ve been getting a little too close to danger lately."

You waved him off. "Relax, Smallville. What’s the worst that could happen?"

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Hours later you were on a roof, a gang cornered you, they didn't like reporters, you knew too much.

"Should’ve minded your own business," one of them sneered, raising a gun.

You swallowed hard, glancing down at the dizzying drop below. *Okay, maybe Clark had a point.*

Just as the thug’s finger tightened on the trigger—**a blur of red and blue.**

The gun was ripped from his hand, and before anyone could react, the men were disarmed and unconscious. A strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back from the ledge.

"You *really* need to stop taking risks like this," Supęr/man scolded.

Your breath hitched as you looked up at him—his piercing blue eyes, the way his jaw tensed with concern. "I—I was just doing my job."

He sighed. "I know. But I can’t always be there to save you."

The way he said it made your chest tighten. Almost like… he *knew* you.

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The next morning, Clark Kent rushed to your desk, his usual calm replaced with rare urgency.

"You okay? I heard about what happened last night!"

You blinked. "How did you—? The police just filed the report."

He froze, then adjusted his glasses awkwardly. "Uh… Lois told me."

You narrowed your eyes. "Lois doesn’t even work on this floor."

Clark’s ears turned pink.

You leaned in, smirking. "You know, for a guy who’s always telling me to be careful, you sure keep a *close* eye on me."

His breath hitched. *If only you knew just how close.*

Later, as Supęr/man watched you from the skies, he let out a frustrated groan.

You were in love with *him*—just not the *him* who sat across from you every day, stuttering and blushing like a fool.

And the worst part?

*He was falling for you twice.*