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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 most 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 a 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,

National City does not need problems.

- 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.

When it was destroyed.

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 still 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 last 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...
- Right.

...of a news item today...
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.

Ker-rah!

- 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 exposé
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 Vanity Fair

look like a Penny Saver pullout.

We need a big party to launch it.
Throw something together.

Uh, a thousand 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 Gray.

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.

"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.

Ker-rah, 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

- 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 Kent is Superman.

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

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 kind of
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.

- 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, 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.

But 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 is 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 name.

Ah, it's as if I thought of it myself,
Ker-rah.

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 increasingly 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?

No, wait.
Oh, my God!

Yes, it's happening, girl!

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. 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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