Six Years Ago
General Astra and Commander Non looked upon the Earth from the Fort Rozz bridge. "My analysis is that we are now at the same strength as Kal-El. Together, we could easily defeat him and conquer this planet. Why do you delay?" Non asked Astra.
"You have not accounted for Kara Zor-El, my niece," Astra reminded him.
"We have this ship, Myriad, Indigo, Kryptonite-proof suits, and our elite military training. If not now, then when?" Non asked impatiently.
Astra closed her eyes knowing that if she waited any longer, she could have a mutiny on her hands. "Very well. We will land on the North American continent and send out low-level prisoners to test the humans' resolve and effectiveness."
"I suggest shock and awe and conquer the planet quickly. That planet cannot sustain another cycle of human mismanagement of resources," Non objected.
"General Zod already tried that and was defeated. We will gather intelligence, initiate small ground operations, and recruit Kara Zor-El to our side. If we can convince her to join us, then we will be invincible," Astra told him.
Fort Rozz activated its engines and began its descent into the atmosphere losing its cloak. As it did, parts of the ship broke off creating a meteor shower that peppered the entire Rocky Mountains. As it happened, a young Morgan Edge with his team came across some meteor fragments in Canada. Fort Rozz then slammed down in Nevada where dozens of alien prisoners were intentionally allowed to run wild.
In the present day, everyone came out to watch the Smallville baseball and softball games back-to-back. Even Morgan Edge, Mayor Dean, and Fire Chief Cushing were in the stands watching. "Go Crows!" Kyle said as Kon hit another home-run.
"Hey, Edge, I've been telling everyone that once this proposal goes through we can revamp the stands and bring in a new scoreboard. You know, get some big crowds here like when I used to play," Kyle said enthusiastically.
Morgan frowned not wanting to be on the hook for anything. He then noticed Lana out there with the cheerleaders. "The cheer coach is my wife. I couldn't help but notice you notice her," Kyle pointed out. "She also works at your bank. She's a big fan of all the changes you've made, by the way."
"She's an employee of mine?" Morgan asked intrigued.
"Yes, Sir," Kyle said proudly.
"Then I insist we come to your place for dinner," Morgan said assertively.
"You know, that's not a bad idea you having a big say on this town, my wife's employment, and what goes on in my own house," Kyle said submissively as he followed Morgan around.
Chrissy and Kara hung out in the stands as Morgan passed by. "He's got a lot of nerve coming here after refusing my buy-out," Kara said peeved.
"I get it. You're insanely rich," Chrissy smiled.
"He thinks he can be a man of the people by pumping money into this town...and creating jobs. I mean, what the fuck?" Kara said crossly.
Gen. Lane then sat down next to Kara in civilian clothes. "So, what do I owe this displeasure?" Kara asked. "I also noticed you only came for the baseball game and not the softball game. What's up with that?"
"Your intent to make me look sexist is weak and has been noted," Gen. Lane told her off. "Is that Clark out there?"
"Yes, yes, it is," Kara said worriedly as Mon was pretending to be an assistant baseball coach. In reality, he was there to make sure Kon didn't kill anyone.
The head coach came up to Kon while he was about to go on deck. "We need you, son," he said dramatically.
"How many home-runs a game do I have to make?" Kon asked incredulously.
"All of them," the coach said seriously.
Kon came up to bat and hit a home run on a lousy pitch with super-ease. For Kon, the struggle was to make sure his home runs didn't go too far out of the park. Gen. Lane shook his head dismayed. "Is there something you want to tell me?" he asked Kara.
"No, fuck off," Kara replied.
"He has powers, doesn't he?" Gen. Lane accused.
"Maybe, maybe not, maybe go fuck yourself," Kara evaded.
"Is that why you moved to Smallville? So, your freak kid could murder without anyone noticing?" Gen. Lane asked. "You need to be under the radar."
"The fuck for? Clark is the second most powerful being on this planet," Kara said.
"I know the truth, Kara," Gen. Lane said seriously.
"Oh really?" Kara scoffed.
"Clark knocked you up and your kids are his kids. He already admitted it to me," Gen. Lane said peeved. "How could you have sex with your own cousin."
"Don't knock it until you've tried it and that wasn't an admission," Kara said.
"All I care about is that I have access to Clark at all times," Gen. Lane said.
"I know that wasn't supposed to sound sexual, but...," Kara smirked.
"For God's sake, enough with the sass. There's an armored nut-job on the loose that wants Clark dead and his priorities seem to be coaching baseball," Gen. Lane shook his head.
"Well, my priority is buying this God-forsaken town, bankrupting Morgan Edge, and running Gotham from home. What I do is important and essential, damn it," Kara said defensively.
"The military is God damn terrified of Clark and his crazy-as-fuck cousin, Supergirl. Any change in routine makes them piss their pants," Gen. Lane said concernedly.
"Good," Kara said argumentatively.
"Moving away from Metropolis to Smallville raised a red flag. If Superman isn't around, Metropolis is no longer safe. High-level inmates are being transferred to other locations in response," Gen Lane said.
"Perhaps putting high-level criminals in Metropolis is a bad idea regardless of whether Superman is around," Kara mocked.
"We need Superman to escort some criminals as a sign of good faith that he's still around," Gen. Lane said.
"I'm sorry but Clark doesn't work for you. He works for me," Kara shut him down.
"You're going against my advice?" Gen. Lane asked super-seriously.
"It sure sounds like it," Kara mocked.
"Maybe I'll stay here a few days, help pitch in," Gen. Lane threatened.
"I don't give a fuck what you do...Sir," Kara replied.
In the locker room, everyone celebrated the victory. "Alright, alright, alright," the coach said as if he were Mathew McConaughey. "We had a lot of fuck-ups out there. We had at least five errors an inning, God damn! But tonight goes to Kon Kristopher Kent," the coach complimented.
"Kay-Kay-Kay," the other players shouted.
"You give me far too little credit," Kon smiled as the players chanted his fake initials.
Soon thereafter, the victorious baseball team went to a diner to hang out. Mara was there not enthusiastic with Kon dominating human sports. "He doesn't even like baseball," she muttered.
"So what? He evolved," Sarah said defensively.
"I used to be a catcher but my stupid arm broke during that bonfire explosion," an Asian kid said bitterly.
"Do you have a timeline for when it will be fixed?" Mara asked curiously.
"Maybe in time for playoffs," he said pessimistically. "If we even make the playoffs if our outfielder ever caught a ball for once."
"What did you say? You talking shit? I'll kick your broke ass out of here," the outfielder said offended.
The two boys stood up ready to fight. "Relax," Mara said keeping them apart. The two boys suddenly stopped and gave Mara an odd look as her grip felt like steel.
At the Cushing house, Morgan and Mayor Dean had dinner with Kyle and Lana. "So...you're mine," Morgan noted. "You work at my bank," he quickly clarrified.
"Yes, well, I worked there before your company acquired the branch," Lana corrected him.
"Do you find the work...satisfying?" Morgan asked.
"I'm really enjoying helping your shareholders," Lana said smartly.
"Banking can be a hard business," Morgan allowed.
"I prefer it hard," Lana assured him.
"I looked over your file. For seven years, you were into some really weird shit in this town. You could have left here forever and done anything you wanted. Why did you choose to come back here?" Morgan asked.
"Smallville is home. I like it here," Lana said defensively.
"Perhaps I can find an opportunity for you that would fit your unique gifts. If you want to make a real impact, you can work for me," Morgan said finally.
"I'd have to ask my husband and...shit," Lana stalled.
"I pride myself on making people their best selves," Morgan said with a creepy expression.
All the while Kyle kept his mouth shut as Morgan seduced his wife.
At the Smallville Gazette, Chrissy looked over the headline. "This is savage," she remarked to Kara.
"This is the reason why I bought this paper. The only reason I'm here is to talk shit about Edge," Kara told her. Suddenly, the bell went off alerting them that Edge's secretary wanted their attention.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize you were there," Kara mocked her.
"I'm here to inform you that if you do intend to talk shit about Edge, we'll sue your ass for breach of contract," Leslie Lar said, a blond woman with short hair.
"First, I don't give a fuck. I'll see your ass in court. Second, it's not a breach of contract if the writer of the story is Chrissy here. Don't think you can fuck with me. I'll crush you," Kara threatened her.
She proceeded to walk off pissed-off. "Wait, I'm putting my name and life on the line for your story?" Chrissy wondered.
"Yeah," Kara said obviously. "The vote is tomorrow."
"Is there a way we can expose Edge without getting me killed?" Chrissy asked.
The wheels in Kara's brain turned on that. "Yes, I think there is," Kara smiled.
The next day Mon and Kon played catch. Mara watched them as the ball went between them at nearly super-sonic speed. "You okay?" Mon asked her finally.
"Sure. It's just a little hard having to clean up every mess Kon makes," Mara said bitterly. "I don't think it's fair to the other players. I have lowered myself to that of an average human girl."
"And how do you intend to win the playoffs with that attitude?" Mon asked.
"That's not why I play. I do it to make friends and to convert all the lesbian players to the righteous path," Mara said.
Kara exited the house and noticed all three outside. "Mon, gorgeous husband, love of my life, and my dear personal champion," she began.
"Whatever it is, I'm not doing it," Mon refused.
"I need you to go to the assembly and talk shit about Edge. As Clark Kent, you are this town's favorite son. We can use that to our advantage," Kara said.
"I can't think of anything less I would rather do with my time," Mon declined.
"Do it," Kara glared at him. "I'm going off to the mines to confront Edge."
"You sure that's wise? If he has Kryptonite, you're fucked," Mon pointed out.
"Edge thinks he can push me around. When I show up out of nowhere, he might say or do something stupid," Kara figured.
"Well, okay then," Mon said bored.
Kara looked around and then flew off into the air.
Kara landed a safe distance away from the mines and strolled up on the mine entrance. Morgan and Leslie were waiting for her as if expecting her. "Mrs. Wayne, have you come to take a tour of our facilities?" Morgan asked sarcastically.
"After New Carthage, I'd rather not follow you into a dark tunnel," Kara mocked.
"Whatever could you be insinuating?" Morgan asked innocently.
"That you routinely violate safety protocols, get your miners killed, and cover it up. Worst of all, you're not fooling anyone with that fake British accent," Kara insulted.
"I assure you my accent is genuine," Morgan said defensively.
"Look, I'm not here to measure dick sizes, because I'd win. I'm here to tell you that if you sue me for talking shit about you, I'll counter sue. All your records will be open in discovery and then you're fucked," Kara said knowingly.
"My, my, you're quite the feisty one," Morgan complimented.
"Why Smallville?" Kara demanded. "There are plenty of other towns you can fuck with."
"Curious, I was going to ask you the same question. World-renowned journalist, Pulitzer prize winner, CEO of Wayne Enterprises moves here with your unemployed cousin, is it? Clark Kent is your cousin? You expect me to believe that shit? It seems like there must be something important here for you," Morgan figured.
"The only reason I'm in this shit-town is to fuck with you, Edge," Kara assured him.
"What if I offered your job back in return for you not talking shit about me?" Morgan offered.
"Hard pass," Kara declined.
"You're past your prime. You only have one season left. You're old news, replaced and supplanted by something better," Morgan antagonized.
"We'll see what happens at the assembly," Kara said confidently.
At Smallville High, the coach showed footage of Kon easily catching a ball in rightfield. "It's plays like these that make me want to quit my job and open a pizzeria," the coach began.
The Asian kid scoffed at that as he sat next to Mara. "Oh, you think that's funny, Harris? You could have caught that ball if you weren't broke. Had you not gone to that keg party and busted up your arm, you could have been MVP, championships, full-ride scholarship. I hope that beer was worth it, genius," the coach said to him.
Kon kept his expression steady completely unrepentant. "I think we need to go over our mental errors. Baseball is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill, fifteen percent concentrated power of will, five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain, and a hundred percent reason to remember the name, Kon Kristopher Kent!" the coach said to his star player.
"KKK," the players chanted.
"Who the hell is he anyway? He never really talks much. Never concerned with status but still leaving them starstruck. Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact that many misjudge him. Put it together, now the picture connects. Never asking for someone`s help, just getting some respect. He`s only focused on the game, his will is beyond reach. And now, when it all unfolds, the skill of a star athlete," the coach complimented Kon.
Harris decided to leave the classroom totally disgusted. Mara curiously followed him into the boy's bathroom using her X-ray vision to spot him in the stall. His broken arm was shaking violently at super-human speed. His cast cracked off from the vibration. "Tang?" Mara asked.
"I'm fine," he said even as he was vibrating something fierce.
"What happened to your cast?" Mara asked.
"It was driving me crazy, so I tore it off," he lied.
"Well, okay then," Mara said leaving the room.
Metropolis
Thaddeus Killgrave was in a straight jacket with two guards on him inside an armored truck on their way to another prison outside Metropolis. "Einstein said time was an illusion. An illusion that makes us wear a watch," Thaddeus said philosophically.
"I don't know, man. That sounds like bullshit," the guard said.
"You have the time?" Thaddeus asked.
The guard showed him his watch. "Nice piece," Thaddeus complimented.
"I know, right?" the guard said, proud of it.
"Good for you. A lot of people go digital. They need to be spoonfed. Sad," Thaddeus said.
"I completely agree," the guard said sympathetically.
"Society is spoiled rotten. I think they need a wake-up call," Thaddeus said darkly.
"I think so, too," the guard agreed.
Thaddeus then spat his gum on the door. "The fuck?" the guard wondered. "How were you able to even have this? Who gave it to you? You have no arms," the guard wondered.
"The thing is, that's not chewing gum. I made it in my prison cell. It's sci-fi bullshit that's in sync with the ticking of someone's watch," he said.
"How did you know I would be wearing this watch? How did you know the correct frequency? How did you even make this? How are you able to time this escape so perfectly? Are you a god?" the guard asked.
"Not quite," Thaddeus said as the door's lock exploded off.
Several members of Thaddeus' gang surrounded the truck, killed the two guards, and rescued Thaddeus. Being the courteous terrorists that they were, they all wore masks. "A little help with my jacket," Thaddeus requested bored with his murder and mayhem.
One of his men cut the jacket off him and then they made their escape.
A pissed-off Gen. Lane was back in uniform as he walked out of the Kent house. Kon and Mara eyed him as he left. "I want to say, I'm sorry you have the parents that you do," Gen. Lane said sincerely. "Kon, I know you're special."
"That's an understatement," Kon smirked earning a nudge from Mara.
"He's not that special," Mara said.
"Well, your...cousin...once removed is. He's the greatest force for good in the entire world no matter who he's slept with or had children with," Gen. Lane said. "But you, two, also have an obligation to not waste his time. Your childhoods are not nearly as important as the world. Lives are at stake. So, don't bug him with petty bullshit that's going to get him distracted. Be self-sufficient, understood?"
"Yes, Sir," Kon said giving him a salute.
"For the record, hell of a hit, last night," Gen. Lane complimented Kon.
"I want to go to the party," Mara said after Gen. Lane had left.
Kon gave her a spooked look. "You concerned for Tang?"
"Yeah," Mara replied.
"Well, I intend to give Sarah a ride," Kon grinned.
"Behave," Mara warned him.
At the community center, Kyle took the stage. "Now, Morgan Edge has been making a lot of promises. He's kept every single one of them that I will not be listing. So, what are we waiting for? Let's get some jobs," Kyle said enthusiastically.
"So, is Clark coaching baseball?" Chrissy asked on the second floor looking down on the meeting.
"He also works on the farm," Kara lied defensively.
"Well, I'll go rally the troops. First, I got to find a troop," Chrissy said exiting.
When Chrissy was gone, Kara called up Mon. "Where the fuck are you? You're supposed to be here. I will nail your ass for this."
Kara hung up and went downstairs where she gave Morgan the evil eye. She then ran into Lana. "Kara, are you okay?"
"I'm cool, I'm fine, I'm cool. I just have this...unyielding rage inside of me," Kara admitted.
"Do you want to grab a drink tonight, no kids, no husbands, just us, girls?" Lana invited.
"You asking me out on a date?" Kara questioned.
"No, no, no, just wholesome fun," Lana clarified.
"Sure, after I tear Edge a new one," Kara said and then address the crowd. "You know what I am? I'm a dick but the people on this stage are pussies. And Morgan Edge...is an asshole. Pussies don't like dicks, because pussies get fucked by dicks. But you know what? Dicks also fuck assholes, assholes that just want to shit on everything. Now, sometimes I get a little uppity and talk shit when it's not appropriate. And it takes you, fine people, to show me that. What I know is this: If you don't let me fuck this asshole, we're all going to be covered in shit."
The crowd was completely silent to that. Morgan gave Kara a mock applause. "The truth of the matter is that Kara is going to end up taking away all your jobs. Are you going to let her...take your job?"
"She's going to take my job!" one audience attendee said alarmed.
"She'll take your job," another said in support of him. Several others said the same thing in support of the first.
"All in favor of selling our souls to Edge Inc.?" the mayor asked.
Everyone put up their hands. "Any opposed?" the mayor asked.
No one said a word. "Fuck you all. I know I'm right," Kara said and then stormed out.
Mon came home after a long day of not doing what he was supposed to do and got himself a beer. "Mon, where the fuck were you?" Kara demanded.
"You're giving me that look that indicates you're mad," Mon sense.
"No shit, Sherlock. Not only were you not at the assembly, but you also weren't out there searching for Thaddeus Killgrave," Kara pointed out. "This was fucking important to me that you use my cousin's golden reputation to shit on Edge and defeat this vote."
"Yeah, well, I'm on strike," Mon said flatly.
"What?" Kara questioned wide-eyed.
"You heard me. I'm feeling disrespected. You've disrespected my Insane pride by making me this servant to this planet's petty needs...without due compensation," Mon said.
"It's called being a hero, asshole. Look, I knew what I was getting into when I made you my official fuck-boy. You never went with me on a date or remembered anniversaries. But you know what? I didn't give a fuck because I don't conform to human dating expectations. But I demand I be your number one priority," Kara told him.
"Is that how you really feel?" Mon asked as he casually sipped his beer.
"Yeah," Kara confirmed. A truck came up the driveway. "You know, it's cool. If I can't go on dates with you, I'll just go on dates with Lana," she said as she walked out of the house.
Mon took a second to compute that. "Wait...what?"
At the party, Kon and Mara met up with Sarah as teenagers drank beer. Mara ignored Sarah and hunted down Tang. "How's it going?"
"All better," he smiled showing his arm to her. "Have a beer, Mara."
"I can't. It's against the law," Mara told him.
"Don't be such a square," Tang advised her.
Kon met up with Sean and some others. "Where are the drugs and alcohol?" he inquired.
"My man," Sean said pleased and led him to it.
After getting positively shit-faced, Kon had a chat with Sarah. "I feel bad for your sister," she said as Mara awkwardly did not fit in.
"She'll be alright," Kon said unconcernedly.
"She looks lost but so am I. I quit cheer just to make my mom mad," Sarah brooded.
"Well, I like it here. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I'm in good company. For most of my life, I've been around people that were weird-as-fuck," Kon recalled his childhood.
Mara followed Tang like a hawk as he went into another room and opened a drawer. His hand shook violently as he held a knife cutting himself. His hand then started hard breaking a piece of a nice table. Immediately, he was confronted by the outfielder he had insulted earlier who had hosted the party. Mara intervened as Tang was about to get his ass kicked.
Tang fled the party with Mara in pursuit. "What's going on?" Kon asked.
"I'll handle it," she told him.
Kara drank away her sorrow at the bar with Lana. "What's with it about men always being about action. Like, they're all about fixing and explaining things. I mean, is it a DNA thing to be productive and efficient while not letting feelings get in the way? Why couldn't I be a man?" Kara complained.
"I think you need some more shots," Lana humored her.
"You get it. You married a firefighter who is clearly a bad-ass in his own right. I mean, he's out there saving people. He clearly adores you. I mean, you've been married for sixteen years. I disagree with him on Edge, but I respect the shit out of that man," Kara said drunkenly.
"You and Clark are obviously great for each other in that family platonic cousin way," Lana observed.
"Whatever happened between you and Clark?" Kara asked.
"Well, we were dating on-and-off for three years. Then Lois came into the picture...and fucked it all up," Lana recalled.
"Was that before or after he went to the big city?" Kara asked curiously.
"Before, actually. Lois was in Smallville for quite some time and then they both went off to Metropolis leaving me behind. I was always the girlfriend next door...for seven years," Lana sighed.
"Lana...what if...I could arrange it so that you could have one night together with Clark?" Kara suggested.
"He would never," Lana shook her head.
"You might be surprised," Kara said knowingly.
"I can't cheat on Kyle," Lana objected.
'It would just be one night to get it out of your system and fill that hole in your heart," Kara said.
Lana gave Kara a drunk look. "You fucking serious?"
Metropolis
In Morgan square, Superman landed in front of a terrorist hanging out in the open. "Where's Killgrave?" Superman asked.
"He just sent me to get you," the terrorist surrendered and dropped his gun.
Superman was suddenly hit with a sonic wave blaster. "I knew for this to work, I needed you in closer range. Now, pay attention. Let me show you what this baby can do," Thaddeus said as he fired it on Superman with continuous waves.
Superman remained unaffected by it. He calmly went over to Thaddeus and snatched the weapon from him. He then punched him to the head taking him to the ground. Superman then turned the weapon on the rest of Thaddeus' men devastating them. "I'll be adding this to my collection," Superman said to Thaddeus.
"You have super-hearing. You should be on the ground in pain. How is this possible?" Thaddeus asked confused.
Military personnel arrived on the scene and took the terrorists away. Superman walked off with the weapon and then flew off. Once he was away from view, he morphed back to Brainiac 5.
Smallville
Mara watched with concern and fascination as Tang's whole body shook in the middle of the woods. Kon came by to get a look. "Wicked," he said immaturely.
"Mother told us of the story of a man that had the jitters from Luthor Corp. She wasn't able to save him. I intend to do better," Mara said calmly.
"I think my powers fucked him up," Kon said.
"Elaborate," Mara requested.
"So, my ki wave hit the fire, right? So, what if the explosion caused weird-ass minerals in the ground to come up to the surface, giving this guy super-powers," Kon theorized.
"We'll have to have Barney do a thorough examination of him to know for sure," Mara allowed.
"I can keep him still," Kon volunteered.
"No, I'll do it," Mara said not trusting him.
She went over to the violently shaking Tang and took his arm. Tang vibrated all around her uncontrollably. Mara let him go before his arm snapped off. Tang spun around in circles tearing apart a nearby tree and smacking into Mara. She didn't move one bit as she was hit. Mara breathed on Tang slowing him down until he passed out.
"Good work," Kon said, disappointed he couldn't beat the shit out of him to save the day.
Mara eyed him. "Every single one of those kids at the bonfire could be infected with powers."
"Sweet," Kon grinned.
Mara punched him to the gut sending him to the ground wheezing. "It's like history is repeating itself. If any of those kids end up with powers, we will find them and deal with them before they kill someone. No one is going to die like what happened in Midvale."
"Sure, whatever," Kon gagged.
At the house, Kara, Mon, Kon, and Mara were present for a family meeting. "Barney will be taking good care of Tang at the DEO," Kara assured them.
"There might be others. There's something unusual about the soil in those mines. When it interacts with energy, it creates strange reactions in humans," Mara theorized.
A hologram of Brainiac 5 appeared before them. "Mara's theory is correct. Kon's ki energy wave created a blast that threw X-Kryptonite into the air giving humans temporary powers."
"X-Kryptonite? That sounds like bullshit," Kara doubted.
"It has a yellowish appearance. It absorbs Kryptonite radiation thus acting as an antidote to Kryptonite radiation sickness. However, all forms of Kryptonite appear to unleash random mutations and powers in humans," Brainiac 5 explained.
"So...Barney, how many people have been exposed to this X-Kryptonite that you have been treating?" Kara asked.
"That's classified," he denied and then disappeared.
"Well, I'm just happy I didn't have to get involved," Mon said.
Kara gave him a good kick to the shin. "I had to deal with this crap in Midvale for four years. Kids started getting powers and then they used them for evil. I was forced to kill scores of kids my own age to keep Midvale safe. My childhood was ruined over this."
"How was I supposed to know there was X-Kryptonite in that bonfire? Give me a fucking break," Kon said unrepentantly.
"No using your powers in those mines. I knew Edge was up to something. That fucker that we fought in the hotel room must have been intentionally exposed. Edge must have an entire army of these fucks," Kara realized.
"Can we tell who is exposed with X-ray vision?" Mara asked.
"In Midvale, I couldn't tell that way. I always had to react to them making the first move," Kara said frustrated.
"We'll keep our eyes open," Mara promised.
Kara eyed her two kids. "Leave us," she ordered.
"What's the fucking point? We have super-hearing," Kon rolled his eyes as he got up.
"I don't give a shit. Go upstairs now," Kara ordered them both.
Once they were gone, Kara and Mon stood up as they faced each other. "You are pretending to be the most powerful man on this planet. There are certain obligations that come with that," Kara said to Mon.
"I didn't even want to do this shit," Mon said argumentatively.
"Our kids need a male role-model in their lives. Kon acts like an unpredictable psychopath on a regular basis and Mara may end up snapping one day when she's pushed too far. These kids both have the power to destroy entire worlds. I can't do this on my own. I have shit to do. I know your father never gave a shit about you, but you can break that vicious cycle by being a genuine hero to your kids," Kara argued.
"And how am I supposed to do that? Get a job, pay taxes, do homework with them?" Mon asked incredulously.
"Barney and I suggested you become Superman so you can still do that what you love while being a hero to the kids," Kara said.
"In Insane culture, parents don't serve the kids. It's the other way around," Mon argued.
"Your planet was fucking destroyed and your race is gone. You are Insane culture now. You decide what Insane culture is today, tomorrow, and centuries from now. Kon and Mara need to see the good in you. Kicking ass and being a good hero are not mutually exclusive," Kara told him.
"Fine but not because you told me to," Mon agreed.
Fort Riley
Mon as Superman strolled into Gen. Lane's headquarters. "General, if there's a mission that advances American interests, is morally good, and allows me to punch someone in the face, tell me where it is. I'm at your disposal," Mon said to him.
Gen. Lane smiled. "We got some sons-of-bitches in Malawi we need you to take care of."
"Perfect," Mon smiled.
Author's Notes: This episode reminds me of Jitters in Smallville. The use of Kryptonite to make humans meta is also from Smallville. The football situation is from Smallville. The relationship between Morgan and the town is very similar to Lionel/Lex's relationship with the town in Smallville. Clark, Lois, and Lana are basically doing the same roles as they did in Smallville. It's like poetry, it rhymes. In my version, it's ambiguous whether Gen. Lane knows Kara is Supergirl and Mon is an imposter. The whole cousins living together to raise kids that may or may not be theirs is just too good. To add further confusion, Kon uses Kent for his last name. Brainiac 5 can impersonate Superman but he just doesn't have his powers. Being a machine, he's not affected by high-frequency noise.
*Justice League Snyder will be done this season at some point.