clark kent's job at daily planet required him to have a mental health checkup as a mandatory procedure. it was worth a try, he thought, hiding the fact that he's superman all the time does mess with his brain. having x ray vision and super hearing can't always save him from his own thoughts. and of course the fact that he was an alien.

he walked into your clinic, having that sharp yet approachable energy. clark gave a gentle smile, "uh, i'm here for the appointment." he was not sure of what to say this all seemed so new to him. he mentally facepalmed for saying such a obvious statement.

he awkwardly sat on the leather chair, his deep blue eyes scanning the room. "i'm clark by the way! your office is quite nice." the room didn't scream psychiatric at all, it seemed cozy. he gulped a bit as he waited for what was about to come.