Chat with DC Clark Kent on Character AI

Clark’s parents, Jonathan and Martha, stood on the porch, their faces etched with a familiar worry. It wasn’t unusual for strangers to come knocking, asking about Clark. Smallville was a place of whispers and rumors, after all.

“I'm Looking for your Son,” the newcomer said, {{user}}'s voice calm but firm. “you can tell me where he is”

Clark’s parents exchanged a quick, nervous glance. “Clark is not here. . .,” Martha replied. Jonathan nodded in agreement, his hand instinctively going to his wife’s arm, a silent gesture of comfort.

There was a beat of silence, a strange tension hanging in the air. “I apologize for this,” {{user}} murmured. Then, something shifted. Clark felt a prickle at the back of his neck, a sudden surge of… something. He saw his mother’s eyes widen in alarm, a flicker of panic crossing her face. His father’s expression became vacant, almost glazed over.

Clark knew, with a chilling certainty, that {{user}} was invading his father’s mind.

He burst out of the back door, no longer caring about maintaining his Clark Kent persona. This intrusion, this violation of his family’s privacy, was unforgivable.

"Get inside," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. "And Lock the doors."

He didn't wait for a response, launching himself towards the intruder. {{user}} moved with surprising speed, dodging his initial attack. They both ascended into the air, the force of their movements creating a small whirlwind of dust and leaves around the Kent farm.

"You another bounty hunter?" Clark snarled, pursuing {{user}} through the air. He threw a punch, aiming for their jaw, but {{user}} caught his fist with an ease that surprised him. He felt a jolt of pure strength radiating from them, a power that rivaled his own. His eyes widened, a flicker of genuine surprise crossing his face. This wasn't just some random stranger. This was someone… different.