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When I was a child, my
planet Krypton was dying.

I was sent to Earth
to protect my cousin.

But my pod got knocked off-course

and by the time I got here,

my cousin had already grown
up and become Superman.

And so I hid my powers

until recently when an accident forced
me to reveal myself to the world.

To mt people I'm an assistant
at Catco Worldwide Media.

But in secret, I work with my
adoptive sister for the DEO

to protect my city from alien life

and anyone else that
means to cause it harm.

I am Supergirl.

Previously on Supergirl...

I've seen this picture.
It won the Pulitzer.

He actually posed for that.
I guess he likes me.

You're Jimmy Olsen.

- He knows.
- He knows?

What if people figure out who you are?

It's not safe.

Forget about Supergirl's
lack of experience.

- Who cares what that guy says?
- You do.

Isn't Maxwell Lord your hero?

I want a sit down with Supergirl.

Or the Planet gets their
beloved photojournalist back.

Ms. Grant, your interview with
Supergirl's already started.

Let's talk.

It's you.

Oh, no. I'm sorry.

I meant to say, who are you?

According to you, I'm Supergirl.

Trademark pending.

You have questions.

I'm ready to answer them.

Huh.

Do you mind if I record this?

I suppose not.

Okay.

Supergirl.

Let's start with the generals.
Where are you from?

I traveled to Earth from
my home planet of...

- Krypton?
- Yes.

My parents sent me here where
they thought I'd be safe.

I feel like I've heard
this story before.

This is my story.

So, I can assume

that all of your powers are the
same as the Man of Steel's?

The flying, the super strength,

the freezy breath thing?

I'm still working on that last one.

Oh, so you're not up to his level yet?

I wouldn't say that.

So, why are we just
hearing from you now?

I'm not sure I understand the question.

Well, if you've been
on Earth for years,

why wait this long to
start giving back?

Where were you during the
earthquake two years ago?

Or the wildfires last September
that killed eight people?

This is not a job I take lightly.

I had to be ready.

Any plans to start a family?

Nobody ever asks my
cousin these questions.

Superman is your cousin?

This interview is over.

Well, what do you do all day when
you're not flying around town?

Do you have a day job?

Mmm.

Mmm. Thank you.

How can you eat sticky buns
for breakfast every day

and stay so thin?

I'm an alien.

- Hi.
- Hey. Are you okay?

I called you like a bunch of times
last night. Where were you?

I think I fell asleep night.

Yesterday was a pretty long day.

- Morning! Hey.
- Hey.

Uh, what are you doing here?

Oh, this is the only place that makes this
really hard to find drink I like, tea.

That's really funny.

That's funny.

Um, Alex, you remember,
um, James Olsen?

- My friend from work.
- Yeah.

How's the covert alien
hunting business?

Not as covert as we would prefer.

I didn't tell him.

Look, it's okay. I can be
trusted with a big secret.

Well. I hope you'll extend the
same courtesy to my sister.

Always.

- Meet up back at the office?
- Yes.

- Great seeing you, Alex.
- Hmm.

- What?
- You like Jimmy Olsen.

Stop it.

Um, first of all, he prefers James.

- Oh.
- Mmm-hmm.

- Okay.
- Second, we're just friends.

Just friends.

Please.

You were looking at him like he
was one of your sticky buns.

And seriously,

you have got to stop telling
people who you really are.

The less people know about
Supergirl, the better.

In a shocker of a news item today...
-Right.

...Cat Grant, CEO of Catco Media,

is reporting that
Supergirl and Superman

are in fact related.

Kara?

No one has been able to identify
who or rather what she is.

Ah. Interesting choice
mentioning that in an interview.

Isn't that a little dangerous?

I didn't mean to.

I got confused and it just popped out.

She... She tricked me.

She's like a villain.

She's like a super
interviewing villain.

That is literally the
most boring power ever.

Kerah!

Good morning, Ms. Grant.

It's a big day for journalism.

The Daily Planet can suck it.

I scooped them.

Yes, I... I heard.

You told everyone that Supergirl
and Superman are cousins.

Do you think maybe she might've kind
of wanted that on the down low?

Bulletproof.

Uh. Are you asking me if I'm bullet...

Bulletproof Coffee.

It's made from unsalted
grass-fed butter

with an extract of coconut oil
that improves brain energy.

I will need a cup of it every hour.

Crappy coffee has toxins in it that will
rob me of my creativity and my vigor.

I'm going to need both...

...if I am going to write a
kick-ass expose on Supergirl.

You're writing it?

Yourself?

I'm a writer.

It's like riding a bike, or
severe childhood trauma.

You never really lose it.

And I must be pretty
decent at it because...

We will be publishing a special
issue of our monthly magazine,

The Day After Tomorrow.

It is going to make that
Caitlyn Jenner Vani Fai

look like a Penny Saver pullout.

We need a big party to launch it.

Throw something together...

Uh, 1,000 guests.

-Rent out a museum or something. -Um...

And move Dave out there
to another desk.

I find his hair distracting.

Um, Dave, I need a favor.

The story is spreading like
wildfire across social media.

- -Cat Grant's latest
exclusive on National City's

mysterious new arrival, Supergirl.

Everyone has questions about
the so-called Girl of Steel,

and this first and only
interview is promising answers,

including intimate details
about who she is,

where she's from and
what she's doing here.

It also confirms her relationship
to the Man of Steel himself.

That they are, indeed, cousins.

Cousins.

Have you lost your mind?

What were you thinking
giving interviews?

I wouldn't say it was
an interview exactly.

It was more of a private
conversation that's being published.

What's next? A book deal?
A reality show?

Keeping Up with the Kryptonians?

So, he's mad?

It's hard to tell with him.

Why did you give that interview?

- At first, I did it for James.
- Oh, that explains it.

But I also did it for me.

I'm still trying to figure
out what Supergirl means.

Guess I just thought talking to Ms.
Grant

would give me some perspective.

Everybody wonders who they are
at some point in their lives.

You're gonna figure it out, Kara.
You always have.

Sir, we have a Code Grey.

It's coming from the NCH.

Looks like a multiple car collision.

Highway Patrol officers and
medical personnel are en route.

No sign of alien activity.

We're clear.

Run a thermal scan to be sure.

And Miss Danvers, next time you're
thinking of talking to the press...

She's excited.

It's her first pile-up.

Supergirl, the driver's still
inside, she can't get out.

Help!

Somebody!

I'm stuck.

It's okay, I've got you, I've got you.

Thank you.

Who are you?

I'm just a ghost.

What do you want?

I want the Man of Steel to suffer.

I want him to know what it
feels like to lose everything.

Starting with you.

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“Reactron.”

At least that's what the Daily
Planet colorfully dubbed him

when he showed up in
Metropolis a few years back.

Reactron? That's kind of a stupid name.

Who named him that?

- Jimmy Olsen.
- Oh.

- So, who is this guy really?
- Unknown.

He remains at large after a string of
very public fights with your cousin.

Neither of them ever came out on top.

And no one knows why he's so
obsessed with killing Superman.

So, what's the plan?

How do we stop him?

We don't.

So what are you saying?

We just sit back and do nothing?

Reactron, whoever he is, is human.

Which means this case falls
outside the DEO's jurisdiction.

This man flies and shoots
nuclear fireballs!

How is that not extra-normal?

He's using advanced biomedical tech.

Man-made tech.

I can't risk exposing this organization

every time some human criminal
shows up at National City.

And I just can't let this man run wild.

Call your cousin.

Superman fights for truth, justice

and the American way.

Last time I checked, National
City was in America.

Ms. Grant?

I'm just... I'm putting the
finishing touches on that party,

- and I need your okay on...
- Shh, shh, shh.

Do you hear that?

Uh, no.

You don't you hear that loud,
high pitched, incessant humming

coming from the vents

that is making it impossible
for me to think straight,

let alone string together
one coherent sentence?

I have pretty good ears,
and I don't hear anything.

Well, get maintenance to look into it

because it's driving me crazy.

Sure thing, I'll get them right on it.

I just need you to approve
the appetizers for tomorrow.

Kerah, I am very proud of the fact

that in my many years of being a CEO

I have never thrown a
phone at an assistant.

I would very much like to
keep that record intact.

I'll take care of it.

She's pretty tense working
on that article, huh?

Yeah. You could say that.

She always get like this
when she's writing?

People have been known to schedule
their vacations around it.

Psst.

Psst.

Why are you doing that?
We're standing right here.

Follow me and act natural.

- Where are you taking us?
- To your new office.

I think Ms. Grant prefers me
to be within yelling distance.

Oh, no. Not for that job.
For our other job.

This used to be Ed Flaherty's
office from Actuaries

but after he died of a heart attack
behind his desk, nobody wants it.

Which makes it perfect for our needs.

Now, we can't just
crowd around your desk

every time we want to
talk Supergirl stuff.

So, I loaded this office
up with some, uh,

state-of-the-art, top-of-the-line tech.

Winn, I can't believe you
did all this for me.

Um, believe it.

Okay, so for our first mission,
Supergirl vs. Reactron.

Okay, so his true identity
remains a mystery. Right?

We know Superman has fought him
multiple times over the years.

- Right.
- I know. I was there.

How could I forget?

Anyway, he shoots these
highly concentrated...

- Bursts of nuclear energy.
- From his gauntlets.

- Uh, his chest plate provides an
increase in strength... - Strength.

- ...and flight.
- Yeah.

Now, I've written an algorithm
that will sweep the city

for any variable changes in radiation.

And maybe we can use this to find him.

And then what?

And then Kara goes all
Supergirl on him.

Kara, you might consider calling
your cousin on this one.

I've seen what Reactron can do.

James, if I call for
help now, I'm done.

We're done.

Every villain out there will think
of National City as an easy target.

He nearly killed Clark once.

Clark?

Clark Kent is Superman?

I'm just trying to keep you safe.

And, yes, I appreciate that.

But of all the things
the “S” stands for,

safety is not one of them.

Clark... Clark Kent is Superman.

- Winn... Winn.
- Sorry, I can't...

I'm... I'm still trying to figure out

what being Supergirl means.

Who I am.

And now I know.

I'm not Superman's cousin.

I'm Supergirl.

And if I'm going to be defined,

it's going to be by my
victories and my losses.

No one else's.

I guess stubbornness
runs in the family.

When I was a kid, I had a
train with blue streaks.

Coolest toy I ever had.

I know a train that magnetically
levitates is inherently cool,

but still, the color's
kinda bumming me out.

Let's paint blue streaks.

And while we're at it, it needs
to go 500 kilometers an hour.

We've been working for three years,
you know, to push it to 450.

The test is in six days.

Then it probably occurred to
you over the last 36 months

that if you used hafnium instead of a
tungsten alloy in the vacuum tubes,

you could decrease the weight
of each car by 30 kilos...

...and get it to 500.

But Carl over there will
see the job to the finish.

You can go. You're done.

- But Mr. Lord...
- I said you're done.

Keep up the good work, everyone.

This train is a gift for National City.

To get people out of their gas guzzlers

and accepting of clean, affordable
transportation, it has to be perfect.

Hello.

I'm looking for someone with a
background in nuclear fission.

No volunteers?

How about you?

Stop!

It's okay.

Everyone keep calm.

It's gonna be all right.

You don't need to hurt anyone.

I need this man.

From the looks of things, what
you need is a mechanical genius.

Compared to me, that guy's a dope.

Don't take him. Take me.

Once again, Lord Technologies has
been the target of an attack

by the criminal known as Reactron.

Is everyone all right?

Mr. Lord.

He's been taken.

It's been 24 hours since tech
billionaire Maxwell Lord

was abducted from his research facility

by the Metropolis-based
criminal known as Reactron.

Authorities still will not speculate

whether Mr. Lord is alive or dead.

Yes, yes, I'm still here.

Yes, Ms. Grant wants all of the
hostesses dressed as Supergirl.

Right, uh, red, blue, the “S.”

Thank you.

This isn't on you, Kara.

I have to find this man. How
am I supposed to do that?

With my help.

Do you have someplace
private we can talk?

Do we ever.

I used the DEO satellite to scan the
highway where you fought Reactron.

And I was able to isolate the nuclear
signature of his weapons system.

It's powered by Thorium 232

which can only be found in one place.

Bakerline Nuclear Power Station.

I remember this.

Terrorists tried to start a full-on
meltdown like five years ago,

- but then...
- Superman stopped them.

Yeah, he prevented the core
from going into overload.

Saved millions of people.

But two reactor engineers were killed when
the facility was flooded with radiation.

Ben and Alyssa Krull.

They were married.

Ben Krull is Reactron.

Yeah, he somehow survived
the radiation exposure.

That's why he hates my cousin.

He blames him for the
death of his wife.

Superman still managed to
prevent an American Chernobyl.

Chernobyl.

That gives me an idea on
how we might find Krull.

My housekeeper does a bang-up
job on my penthouse.

Pretty sure she could get this
place all shiny in a jiff.

Do you see what's wrong?

The moderator's been damaged which is
preventing neutron speed reduction.

It's clear you're sick.

Respiratory distress, the skin
desquamation and ulcering...

How much radiation were you exposed to?

More than enough to kill me.

How about we go back to my lab?

Let my team analyze your case.

Find a way for you to
regain a normal life.

I had a normal life.

It didn't work out.

You're gonna repair my suit...

...or they're gonna start
building memorials to you.

Fine. I'll need thorium, cesium-137,

tributyl phosphate and a Dr. Pepper.

That last one's for me. I'm thirsty.

Mmm.

I finished proofing the
Supergirl article.

Please begin my compliments.

Well, uh, the writing is...

The writing is beautiful.

Lyrical.

The kind of story they make you
read in journalism school.

I distinctly heard a slight uplilt,

which suggests a
hesitation, a vacillation,

and maybe an ambivalence?

Isn't the tone kind of...

A little nasty?

Uh, I mean, the headline.

Um, okay. “Millennial Falcon.

“Every Generation Gets the
Superhero it Deserves.”

Supergirl didn't tell
you how old she is.

How do you know she's a millennial?

Well, if she's not, then I
want the name of her surgeon.

What about this passage? Um...

“Supergirl embodies the worst
traits of her generation.

“The earnestness without purpose,

“the unshakable belief that
she has a right to be heard,

- ”even when she has nothing to say.” -

That is a magnificent point.

I transcribed your interview.

She's not like this.

You've taken her out of context.

I have given her context.

I hate to break it to you,
but the world is tough.

What is she going to do when
she has to face a real threat?

Oh, I know, she'll call her cousin.

Just like every other millennial

who calls Mommy and Daddy the
second things don't go their way.

- She won't do that.
- How do you know that?

I think... I think maybe
what she's trying to say...

...is that...

...when people are scared
or hurt or in danger,

they think of Superman.

But that it's okay to think of her too,

and not just as some consolation prize.

She's every bit the hero he is.

She just needs the chance to prove it.

Well, I guess we'll find out.

Sorry to interrupt.

Kara, it's the florist.

Uh, for the party.

Right. I should probably handle that.

- Winn found Krull.
- What? How?

There was a black mold that
grew in the town of Chernobyl

right after the meltdown.

Now, Winn found the same
mold here in National City.

At a junkyard, 60 miles south.

Tell Ms. Grant I'm putting the
finishing touches on the party.

Kara. Kara, just wait. Wait.

Just get Lord out of there. You
don't have to take on Krull, too.

Krull is not some crazed alien.

He's a human being.

Who's been hurt enough.

That's something my cousin never knew.

And that's why I'm
gonna go talk to him,

the way I would want
someone to talk to me.

And if he doesn't want to talk?

Then I'll punch him real
hard until he falls down.

That always seems to work.

Kara.

I'm not here to fight you.

I know who you are.

I know why you hate my cousin.

I know what you've lost, too.

- You look taller on TV.
- Where is he?

He forced me to repair his suit.
I don't know where he is.

Get out of here. Go!

Ben, I don't think your wife
would want you hurting anyone.

Ben Krull is dead.

Superman saw to that.

Now he's gonna lose someone too.

And after you die...

...your city dies too.

Kara?

Kara. Hey.

Easy, easy, easy. You're okay.

How long was I out?

Just a few hours.

I was fighting Krull.

My cousin. Where is he?

He had to go. Volcanic
eruption in the South Pacific.

Reactron is a great danger
to everyone in this city.

Luckily, I wasn't harmed.

In fact, I'm lucky to be alive.

And I owe it all to the
great hero who rescued me.

Superman.

I don't understand. How did he
know that I was fighting Krull?

You called him.

Kara, he gave me this a long time ago.

If I ever got in trouble,
I could contact him.

But you weren't in trouble.

When did you even call him?
The second I left?

Kara, I made a promise to your cousin.

If anything ever happened to you...

My cousin didn't have a “get out of a
jam free” card when he first started.

Neither should I.

It feels like you don't believe in me.

Of course, I believe in you.

I wouldn't even be here if
I didn't believe in you.

Maybe you shouldn't be here at all.

You know what, Kara?

I'm sorry that you're mad at me.

But I'm not sorry you're still alive.

He was just protecting you.

I know, I know. It's just...

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

This is the reason my mother
and father sent me to Earth.

They wanted you to live, Kara.

No, it's more than that.

I was supposed to be
the one saving him,

not the other way around.

How am I supposed to
really become a hero

if Superman has to keep saving me?

Your story...

Your story is just starting.

And someday you're gonna
be the one saving him.

Oh, God! I...

I have to be at Cat's party, like, now.

Like 10 minutes ago, now.
I don't have my dress.

Yes, I figured you would
not have the time

so I borrowed one from the DEO closet.

Um, not that you really need it, but...

It is bulletproof.

Oh, um...

You don't fool me.

You're late.

I noticed because there was no one mumbling
and shuffling three paces behind me.

- I'm sorry.
- Where are the magazines?

The paper ones?

The ones that can be framed?

Right, the magazine.

Uh, the truth is,

Kara is probably just a little foggy

because she was up all night

autographing the magazines
with the author's Na.

Ah. It's as if I thought
of it myself, Kerah.

Oh, my God. Winn, you
just saved my life.

I owe you big time.

Well, you could, um, repay
your debt right now.

Dance with me?

Sure.

Maxwell Lord.

Kidnapped one minute,
rubbing elbows the next.

I'm surprised you came.

Cat Grant.

You're talking to the same guy

who launched a top-selling tablet

hours after surviving an
avalanche on Everest.

Cocktails after a kidnapping?

Tsk. Breeze.

Are we dancing?

Look at you.

All dressed up in your big boy suit.

Like James Bond making a living
playing with toy trains.

So tell me.

How did you manage to get an
exclusive with Supergirl?

Girl knows power when she sees it.

She flew right to me.

Are you going to tell me
how you pulled it off?

Or am I gonna have to get sneaky?

You're very sexy, Max,

but as I recall, you're
big on promises,

but not much else.

Oh, look at the time.

Nothing says “powerful” more than
leaving your own party early.

Alex.

Director Henshaw.

Agent Danvers, what are you doing?

I'm helping Kara to stop Reactron.

It's been easily difficult
for you to follow orders

since your sister flew onto the scene.

When you asked me to join
the DEO, I didn't hesitate.

Because you told me that together
we were going to save the world.

Except saving the world
means everybody.

Aliens, humans, I can't
separate them anymore.

Especially when my little
sister's life is at stake.

Who else knows about this?

No one.

Good.

Wouldn't want them getting any ideas.

So, how do we defeat this Reactron?

Ready, babe? No, wait...

Oh, my God!

Yes, it's happening, girl!

This is happening.

Okay.

- It's...
- Do you mind if I cut in?

It's fine, Winn.

Look, I don't like how we left things.

Yeah, neither do I.

Me pressing that button on my watch...

...had nothing to do with you.

It was me.

I call him when things get tough.

I always have.

That's part of the reason
I left Metropolis.

My safety net became my reflex.

I press that button when I get scared.

And I was scared that I
was going to lose you.

I really like that you care about me.

But you have to care enough
to let me fly my own path,

separate from his.

And trust that I'm
going to save the day.

Kara, you are amazing.

You leap into the sky,
headfirst into danger.

And you don't seem scared of falling.

Hmm, what's so bad about falling?

Where is Supergirl?

I'm going to slip into
something more durable.

Do not do anything stupid.

No promises.

Don't suppose my fixing your
nuke suit earns me a hall pass?

Twice in two days. I should put you
on the payroll as a bodyguard.

Get somewhere safe.

Good idea.

I am sorry for what happened to you.

But you are going to jail.

I'm sure one day I will.

But you won't live to see it.

Hey, Krull! Krull!

Know who I am? Jimmy Olsen.

I'm the closest thing Superman
has to a best friend.

You wanna see him hurt?

Killing me would do that.

Come on.

Kara, we may have a way
for you to stop Krull.

Krull's chest unit is
powered by a Demon Core,

a subcritical mass of plutonium.

If you can remove it from his suit,

it should shut down his weaponry.

But the core will melt down the very moment
it's freed from its containment matrix.

There has to be some way to stop
him without nuking the city.

You need to encase the core in
lead before you rip it free.

Lead.

You could have been killed.

No. I knew you'd save the day.

Thank you for your help.

Both of you.

Something tells me this isn't the
last non-alien you'll be taking on.

And since the threat of federal prison

doesn't stop your sister
disobeying my orders,

I guess in the future we'll just
have to help Supergirl again.

Told you he'd come around on me.

So, what does the Girl
of Steel do to celebrate

after saving the day?

Um... How about the Danvers
sisters take in a movie tonight?

Or how about you go find a
certain ex-photojournalist

with a penchant for tight shirts

who makes you smile more than
anyone else I've ever seen do?

Yeah, that.

Hey, James, do you have a minute?
I wanted to ask...

I'm sorry.

I didn't know you weren't...

Kara, this is Lucy Lane.

Hey, it's nice to meet you, Kara.

Nice to meet you.

Lane. Uh, any relation?

Yes. Lois is my big sister.

Oh, I have one of those too.

Uh, I'll catch up with you later, Kara.

Sorry. Bye.

I can't do this right now.

Metropolis isn't around
the corner, Jimmy.

I came a long way to see you.

And why did you?

I didn't like the way we ended things.

Could we just get dinner?

And talk?

Yeah, sure.

Dinner.

- Hey, you okay?
- Fine, yeah, fine.

Hey, you want to go down to our, uh,

our secret office, do
some super sleuthing?

Actually, I have a lot of work to do.

Maybe later?

Thanks, Clark.

It means a lot to me.

No James Olsen tonight, huh?

No, not tonight.

Pass me that last pot sticker.

Uh, no.

That one is mine.

You had four.

If that pot sticker is not in my mouth
in two seconds, I will melt your face.

I hope you get fat.

Not on this planet.

So, guess what I picked up on the way.

Did you actually read the article?

Because she says horrible
things about me.

Very well-crafted horrible things.

Deep beneath that seething disdain...

...she respects you.

- Really?
- Mmm-hmm.

Supergirl, I mean.

Her assistant, no, she
couldn't give a rip about.

Oh, God.

Right in the face.

Well, look, you should
be proud of yourself.

I mean, you're doing things

that Superman couldn't even do.

Well, I may not need
Superman to be a hero,

but I will always need you.

Isn't that your cue?

Do not watch Homeland until I get back.

There's no promises.

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