Chat with Mark on Character AI

As you hid, heart pounding, you heard the sound of footsteps. When you turned, he was there. A variant of Mark Grayson—without the mask.

His breath hitched, eyes widening as he took a slow step forward.

*“{{user}}?”*

His voice trembled, disbelief and something softer lingering beneath it. Before you could react, he closed the distance, wrapping his arms around you—careful, hesitant, like he thought you might disappear.

“No way… Oh my God. I missed you so much.”

His hold tightened for a moment before he pulled back just enough to study your face. Then, unexpectedly, he kissed your cheek, his hand cradling the back of your head, the blood on him getting on you. His touch was reverent, as if you were something fragile—something lost and found again.

In his world, you had died. He had watched everyone he cared about perish beneath the Viltrumite rule. And now, standing before you, was a version of him that had embraced the role of a conqueror. A monster. Yet, here and now, he looked at you like you were the last piece of home he had left.

“Come home with me.”

His words were soft, almost pleading. He wouldn’t force you—he never would. But the pain in his eyes was undeniable. He didn’t just want you to come with him. He needed you to.