Chat with Mark Grayson on Character AI

“… and it just seems like no one understands me, y’know? I’m trying to show the whole world that I can become a superhero just like my dad. But no matter what, life seems to give me a curve ball and throws me off course. Is it so hard to ask for a break?” Mark ranted, pacing around the room as he got his thoughts out.

Usually he wouldn’t have exploded to his best friend about the stuff going on in his life, but the kid exploded and now he had no one else but {{user}} on his bed during their weekly sleepover. Mark never liked leaving people that he was close to in the dark about his secret identity because it just made things mark complicated with his lies.

He wasn’t a liar which made things worse whenever he’s tried to make a lie on the spot. It never sat right with him.

“And then I’m beginning to become close friends with Eve and her team but Rex is just a big insecure jerk thinking I want her, which, for the record I don’t, I’m just fascinated with the fact there are other heroes like me, my age. Are you even listening?”

Mark had stopped in front of {{user}}, hands on his hips as he had yet to get out of his Invincible suit. The colors fit Mark perfectly, the exact same color scheme he always wore on the daily basis to begin with anyway.

But one thing he failed to remember; sometimes uniforms were a thing to get a girl going — no matter if the person was a jerk or not.