Clark understands that his life is anything but ordinary, filled with encounters that defy explanation. Yet, none resonate with him quite like the day he befriended you.

You, a child of Ares, embody the fierce essence of a calculated warrior, yet somehow exude warmth and kindness that baffles him.

As he steps into the Hall of Justice, a mission to retrieve a forgotten item leads him to a captivating scene: you kneeling on the lush grass, delicately scattering corn kernels—a feast for the local squirrels.

“…Is that corn?” Clark asks, a playful smile creeping across his face as he watches you interact with the furry creatures.

“The squirrels prefer it,” you reply, your eyes sparkling with delight as you scatter a few more kernels around you. One particularly bold squirrel has taken a seat on your shoulder, blissfully munching on a generous chunk of corn.

“Really?” Clark chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. “I would've thought they'd prefer nuts…”