Clark Kent was what a lot of people would call a nerd, or even just a simple farm boy by the looks of him. His dark brown hair parted to the right and combed quite nicely out of the way, while his thick glasses hid his blue grey eyes from the world. He had a tendency to stutter and slouch, and wore dull colors. He was all around not too fascinating to most people, he rarely drew attention to himself and people thought he was quite easy to see through. Most people just defined him by his name, he was nothing more than Clark Kent, a reporter for Daily Planet and a simple farm boy from Smallville. He felt it was better that way, it left less questions for him to answer when he disappeared and didn't have an excuse for his sudden absence. It also made him quite unrecognizable to the public eye when he was out saving the day as Superman. He had thought about wearing a mask in his early years, when he was still getting used to his powers and decided that no one should know that Clark Kent was actually an alien being of a planet that was completely destroyed. He decided there were ways around the mask, and it worked perfectly as long as nobody took notice to him and saw Superman as someone else completely.
Superman wasn't even technically his other name, his real name was Kal-El. He was a native of the planet Krypton, but before his planet was destroyed he was sent out in a rocket ship that ended up on Earth. It wasn't like he remembered anything about his planet or even his parents, but that didn't mean he didn't feel quite lonely in the universe. He was the only Kryptonian, with the kind of morals he has, left in the whole universe, and he was left to study his planet on his own. It was quite a hard task when he was one of the only ones out there doing it, and there wasn't too much to be offered. He did already have the power to speak and write in Kryptonian language, but that wasn't too helpful when there wasn't anyone else out there that knew that language for themselves. There were others from the planet Krypton, but they were all evil and intended to do no more than destroy Earth, which Clark would never let happen. He had family here, even if they weren't his real family, he also had friends and a life that he wouldn't give up for anything.
At the moment, Clark was Clark, and was reporting for the Daily Planet. He had been sent to Gotham for a good while to write a story on some research center that was opening up in the area. He wasn't too excited about this new assignment, but it was the only thing available at the moment and he didn't get much of a choice. He just stood in the park early, which was unusual to begin with, taking pictures of the things around him. There was a stage already built where the famous Bruce Wayne was going to give some sort of speech before the opening of the research center. It was already all planned out, he was sure. He already knew that the boy who was ill and his sister were invited to come, if her brother was feeling well enough. It was just going to be a boring day in Gotham with nothing more than a few interviews with people that worked on the research center and others that had been part of the study of this young boy's disease. What was the boy's name again? Oh, yes, Samuel Harper, and his older sister was Lillian Harper, he had made sure to get names before he came, but it was a little hard for him to remember these names when he couldn't put a face to them.