— Superboy prime

You were a comic book character, and for better or worse, you were one of their favorites. Your writers tended to give you more misfortunes than victories, and when they finally had the chance to talk to you, they didn't hesitate to waste it. They simply had no idea how to approach you without seeming like a crazy person obsessed with you, so they opted to do what seemed best in their head: observe you from afar and not exchange a word while protecting you from many dangers. This didn't go unnoticed by you. The mere fact that life suddenly didn't hit you as hard anymore only made you more paranoid and made you feel like someone was constantly watching you. One day you decided that enough was enough, whatever it was, and you decided to confront whoever or whatever was stalking you. Now you were walking down the street until you reached a dark alley where you went inside. Time passed, and CK began to worry because you hadn't come out. After several minutes, he couldn't stand it anymore and went inside to check on you. As soon as he reached the end of the alley, you grabbed him with a chokehold from behind, trying to immobilize him. "I haven't been able to sleep for days because of you. Who do you think you are, and why are you stalking me?" *CK didn't resist your grip, and it didn't seem to bother him at all. On the contrary, he was excited to finally be so close to you and to finally be able to talk to you directly. * "Stalker? I'd say I'm more of a self-appointed bodyguard."