Author's Notes: Adventures of Supergirl Season 5.5 will be adapting Superman and Lois Season 1. Mon and Kara will be replacing Superman and Lois. Occasionally, other SG characters will swing by. This season will take place in the fall of 2020. Adventures of Supergirl Season 6 will occur chronologically after CW Superman and Lois Season 1 has concluded. There will be significant changes made from the original CW script. Chronologically speaking, Adventures of Batwoman 2x01 occurs at the same time as Adventures of Supergirl 5.5x01.
SG Season 02x01
(V.O.) Mon: My most vivid memory is when my life changed from brutal savagery and debauchery across the universe to only doing so on Earth, my new home.
Mon-El's Kryptonian pod slammed into the Earth not far from Metropolis forming a crater in the ground. He had stolen the pod from a Kryptonian outpost after he had slaughtered the inhabitants and left his associate to die. Fires roared around the impact and then eventually settled down. Mon remained unconscious inside the pod but still vaguely aware of sounds around him. The pod then sat there unmolested for a few days without anyone coming to investigate it. The night turned to day, the day turned to night.
(V.O.) Mon: I remember coming to this Earth...feeling the sun on my face for the first time. I remember hearing those who had rescued me.
A less-than-sober Supergirl approached the Kryptonian pod with J'onn at her side. "Looks like I can't catch a damn break. It's just too much to ask that I be able to have a house party with friends and family," Kara said annoyed as she stumbled towards the pod.
"Be careful," J'onn warned her.
"Oh yeah?" Kara mocked and then tore off the capsule's hatch revealing a young man inside.
"What is it?" J'onn asked concernedly.
"Well, hello beautiful," Kara smirked as she saw the sleeping Mon-El.
(V.O.) Mon: Kara called me her greatest surprise. Boy, there were a lot of them.
Kara and Mon went through a montage of their fights against one another, their ambushes of White Martians, fighting Maaldorian slavers on a distant planet, and halting Cadmus.
(V.O.) Mon: I remember loving Kara, her friends, her community. How small things ended up being big things due to their consistent incompetence. I thought I would live here forever...
SG Season 02X22
On the Insane battleship roof, Kara flexed her fingers painfully as the upper half of Rhea's body fell back onto the deck. Rhea's body was severely burned, she was blind and barely alive. The two had fought for the fate of the Earth but now their epic battle was over.
"Did I lose?" Rhea wondered softly. "This battle was hard-fought."
"Yeah," Kara acknowledged.
"You lie. You had strength to spare," Rhea realized. "I never stood a chance. It wasn't even a battle."
Kara said nothing to that. "Take care of my boy," Rhea said softly and then turned to ash that dissolved in the wind.
"I will...Scary Teri...I will," Kara promised.
(V.O.) Mon: But my mother's death made me realize I could never challenge Kara as I was. I would have to work hard to surpass her, to beat her, to dominate her. In order to train with her, I am compelled to do ridiculous shit like this.
SG Season 05X19
The Watchtower was an observation station orbiting Earth hosting Kara, Mon, Brainiac 5, and those deemed "cool" enough to be allowed entrance to the clubhouse. The station was well supplied with weaponry, intel equipment, and booze. Mon and Kara instantly appeared on the bridge. Brainiac 5 walked over to them as they appeared. "What brilliant idea do you have for me now?" Kara asked him.
"A new suit, with pants, that will have the durability you require," Brainiac 5 said and then led them to a capsule with the suit.
"Why do I care?" Mon asked.
Kara gave him a dirty look. "With Kara's pregnancy, it became obvious an adjustment was required," Brainiac 5 explained.
Kara and Mon looked over the new uniform, its familiar S-crest, red cape, and red boots. "Barney, this suit is for a man," she said obviously.
"It's not for you," Brainiac 5 replied.
Kara eyed Mon and then back at the suit. As she considered the proposition, she couldn't help but crack a smile.
"Oh, fuck no," Mon refused.
"Do it!" Kara glared at him.
"I could think of a million other things I'd rather do with my time than pretend to be your lame-ass cousin," Mon argued.
"The presence of Superman on Earth will lure out his traditional foes. Strength invites challenge," Brainiac 5 said.
Mon gave him a skeptical look. "If you agree to this, you won't be allowed to use your instant transmission, your energy-based attacks, or your Super Insane transformation in the public eye," Brainiac 5 told him.
"Well, fuck me," Mon said incredulously.
"It's a challenge to see if you can defeat Earth villains with only your base form and without your abilities," Kara said obviously.
"It does tickle me a little to ruin your cousin's do-gooder optimistic reputation," Mon considered.
"Snyder the shit out of this role," Kara encouraged him.
Adventures of Supergirl Season 5.5
In his debut performance, Mon landed hard on the pavement cracking it open in his Superman uniform. He wore a facial mask and his usually spiky hair was styled to look the same as Kal-El. In front of him was a pileup of cars. One car wasn't paying attention and sped right into it. The car impacted a crashed car and sailed through the air threatening to crush a boy wearing a Metropolis Meteor's baseball hat. Mon caught the car and then gently put it down in the classic cliche.
"You okay?" Mon asked the kid.
"Uh...," the boy began.
"Just kidding. I don't give a shit," Mon said and then flew off.
"Wow...Superman's an asshole," the kid realized.
(V.O.) Mon: But my most vivid memory of all was the day I met her...,"
Mon ventured into the Daily Planet dressed in a suit and got an earful from none other than Cat Grant. "You're late, your suit is cheap, your shoes are unpolished, and your hair is unkempt. You think you have it so easy. Do you know how long it takes us, women, to get dressed for success? We have to be because this is a man's world. We have to work twice as hard to get ahead and we still only get seventy cents on the dollar," Cat raged at him.
"I don't know what any of that meant but can I speak to the man in charge here?" Mon asked rudely.
"I'm the chief editor here now and you best remember that," Cat said scornfully.
"You must be joking," Mon scoffed.
"And I say no wearing ties in the office from now on," Cat ordered.
"You're invited to take it off for me," Mon antagonized.
Cat stared at him a little thirsty. She couldn't deny he was a physically impressive specimen. The two had never met as she had departed Catco at nearly the same time he had arrived in his pod. Cat got close to him and roughly took off his Superman symbol tie.
"Not very subtle," she said knowingly.
"I don't give a shit," Mon shot back.
Cat threw the tie in the trash. "It's business casual around here. No ties," she ordered.
"Whatever," Mon said dismissively.
"Stick with Kara. She'll show you the ropes," Cat ordered.
Kara casually walked over to her, nine months pregnant and looking ready to burst. "Don't mind her. She's old school," Kara mocked.
"Bite me," Cat said turning away from them towards her office.
Kara and Mon walked around the office pointing out people. "So, this is Lombard. He's a sports nut. He can get you sports tickets because he's corrupt as fuck. You like baseball?" Kara quizzed.
"Only a communist wouldn't like our American pastime," Mon recited.
"Good," Kara said pleased. "Oh, shit!" she realized.
"Something wrong," Mon asked slightly concerned.
"My water broke," Kara said stunned.
"So...?" Mon wondered.
"Take me to the hospital, asshole," Kara ordered becoming distressed.
"Fine, but not because you told me to," Mon said taking Kara's hand. He put two fingers to his forehead, focused on the hospital, and then the two of them disappeared.
It was night when an electrical disturbance suddenly appeared at a truck stop bar. A portal opened between two cargo trucks. Once the electrical discharges faded, a naked young man emerged kneeling. Kon slowly went to a standing position and looked around at his surroundings. He then noticed the bar in front of him. He made his way over to the bar and got the attention of its patrons. As the jukebox continued to play, all of the truck drivers and biker dudes stared at him. Kon scanned each of the men with his X-ray vision and then finally came upon a man relatively the same size as himself.
"I need your clothes, your boots, and your motorcycle," he demanded.
The biker dudes collectively laughed at him. "I know, I'm hilarious," Kon smirked.
The biker dude in question blew cigar smoke in his face. "You didn't say please," he mocked. He then placed the end of the cigar on Kon's chest. Kon didn't even flinch surprising the biker dude. Kon quickly grabbed the man's wrist and took him to the floor. Another biker dude swung a pool stick at Kon's neck, breaking on impact. Kon threw the first biker dude into the kitchen where he burned his hands on the grill and then threw the second biker dude through the window of the bar onto a car window shattering it. A third biker dude attempted to stab Kon to the gut only for the blade to shatter on impact. Kon slammed the biker dude against the pool table and stabbed him through the shoulder with what remained of the knife, pinning him. The rest of the biker dudes kept their distance from him.
Kon went into the kitchen and was shot to the chest by the first biker dude. Kon ripped the pistol out of his hands and disassembled it. "Take it," the biker dude said throwing his keys at him. Kon caught the keys and simply stared at him awkwardly.
"I still need your clothes," Kon reminded him.
"You forgot to say the magic words," the biker dude said.
"Oh, right. I still need your clothes...no homo," Kon corrected himself.
"Okay," the biker dude said reassured, and stripped down in front of him.
Kon exited the bar only to be interrupted by the manager. "I can't let you take the man's wheels," he said with a shotgun in his hands.
Kon calmly walked up to him and snatched the shotgun from his hands. "I'll be taking these, too," Kon said taking the manager's sunglasses from his shirt pocket.
Kon then got on the motorcycle and took off despite having the ability to fly or use super-speed.
At the same time, a female cop investigated a lightning disturbance under a bridge. A young woman ambushed the cop punching her to the gut dropping her. She then took the police officer's uniform. Now, fully clothed, Mara entered the police car and accessed the computer. She looked over the keyboard momentarily confused and then went to work finding the address to Metropolis General. Once she had mapped the route, Mara took off.
At Metropolis General, Brainiac 5 entered the room and looked over Kara and Mon. Kara looked irritable from the contractions and was red in the face. "Is she going to make it?" Mon asked concernedly.
Brainiac 5 gave him an odd look and placed his hand on Kara's inflated belly. "She's in the right position. However, if we do a C-section, you will heal instantly."
"I want to do it naturally...without drugs," Kara insisted.
"Well, okay then," Brainiac 5 allowed.
"What if her vaginal muscles crush the baby like how she occasionally crushes my penis?" Mon asked.
"Good point, Mon. That is why I brought this," Brainiac 5 said placing a Kryptonite necklace around Kara's neck.
"Hate you, hate you both," Kara said painfully as she became weakened.
In the lobby, Alex and Kelly waited. "She's on her third, now. I feel like such a failure," Alex said peeved.
"Don't think like that. I've had clients that are on their third kid by seventeen. Don't rush it," Kelly said to her.
Alex gave her a WTF look and then noticed a female cop approach the front desk. "Kara Danvers," she asked the clerk. The clerk proceeded to give her the room number.
"I'm sorry. Is there a problem, officer?" Alex asked her.
"I just need to ask her a few questions," Mara said vaguely and then walked off rapidly brushing past nurses and staff to get to the room first.
The exit doors of the hospital burst open as Kon headed towards Kara's location. Using his X-ray vision, he identified her Kryptonian signature as it glowed more than the rest. He could see Mon and then Brainiac 5's mechanical structure. In his hands was a box of roses.
"You can't be back here," a doctor informed Mara as she made her way.
"I'm a cop. That makes it okay," she said casting him aside.
The two arrived at the room at the same time. "Kon," Mara addressed.
"Mara," he replied.
The two got close to each other and noticed the door. They gave each other a look and then suddenly wrestled for control. The two slammed each other into the walls until Mara threw Kon through the walls landing them both into an empty hospital room. Kon fell to the floor stunned. Mara picked Kon back up and threw him through the hospital glass windows shattering them. Kon fell to the floor with a thud. Mara gave him one last look and then walked back towards the door. Even with the door locked, Mara broke in.
"How unexpected," Brainiac 5 said intrigued.
"What the?" Kara wondered.
"I didn't want to miss the birth of my new sibling," Mara explained.
Kon then barged in. "Did I miss it? Wow, you got fat! Is it almost out now?" Kon asked immaturely.
"Mon, get them out of here...now," Kara ordered.
"But I got you roses," Kon said showing her the box of roses.
"It's much appreciated but you have to leave now," Brainiac 5 said to them both taking the roses from Kon.
"This better not take forever," Kon said as he exited.
"I am so happy for you, mother," Mara said as she left.
In the lobby, Kon sat down next to Alex. "Sup, Alex?" he greeted.
"Do I know you?" Alex asked not recognizing him.
"That's cold. It's Kon-El, your nephew. You may not know me, but I know a lot about you. My mother told me all sorts of cool stories about you," Kon said brightly. He then noticed Kelly. "So, have you two had kids, yet?" he asked.
"Not...yet," Kelly said awkwardly.
"Well, you better get to it or she'll dump your ass just like Maggie," Kon chuckled.
"Oh my God," Alex said stunned by his comment.
"It's alright, Alex. He's just voicing his own insecurity and anxiety about his own future," Kelly sensed.
"No shit?" Kon asked wide-eyed completely spooked by her insight.
Mara sat down across from the three of them. "I'm Mara-El," she introduced herself.
"You seem well adjusted," Kelly noted.
"It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for," Kon warned.
"I could write a book on you two," Kelly said looking back-and-forth. "You two were really raised by Kara and Mon?"
"If you call accelerated growth and Brainiac 5 nanny drones being raised," Kon rolled his eyes.
"Our parents had a very indirect approach to our development," Mara said delicately.
"So, you two stole other people's clothes and wrecked a hospital room in a race to see who would get to see your new sister first?" Alex scolded.
"It's kind of sweet in a very immature irresponsible way," Kelly excused.
"I'm not apologizing," both of them said at the same time.
Finally, Kara gave birth to her daughter named Kameron. Unlike Kon and Mara, her hair was blond and her eyes blue like her mother. Brainiac 5 analyzed the crying baby. "Her power level is already Super Insane as if it were her base form," he said surprised.
"I'll be damned," Mon said enviously.
"She must have taken considerable power from Kara in the womb," Brainiac 5 theorized.
Kameron suddenly unleashed heat vision into the ceiling that went through the roof and into the air. Mon quickly placed his hand over her eyes. He hissed in pain as the heat vision burned his hand. The baby frailed her arms about firing fireballs into the room creating a fire.
"Fascinating," Brainiac 5 said and then placed a Kryptonite wristband on Kameron's wrist powering her down.
The flames in the room were suddenly put out by Kara's frost breath; she was already out of bed. She centered herself healing herself and evaporating her pregnancy bump. She looked at her flat stomach pleased. "What is the risk of long-term Kryptonite exposure?" she asked.
"Possibly radiation poisoning and cancer," Brainiac 5 said grimly. "However, the alternative is the complete destruction of everything around her."
"Perhaps we can drain the power out of her," Mon suggested.
"Lillian Luthor designed a prototype helmet that can absorb heat vision beams. I can improve on the model by placing the infant in a special cell," Brainiac 5 offered.
"That sucks, too. I don't want her to have any attachment issues the way I was raised," Kara said. "We'll do multiple approaches."
"That is prudent," Brainiac 5 allowed.
"Bring her to me. I want to try this breastfeeding thing," Kara requested.
"I want to watch," Mon insisted.
"As do I," Brainiac 5 seconded.
The Super Family, Alex, and Kelly arrived at Kara's old apartment. "You two get this dump. In return, you watch over Alex," Kara ordered Mara and Kon while holding Kameron in her arms. A Cyclops visor was over the infant's eyes.
"Wait, is that the reason you rented this apartment for the last five years?" Alex asked dumbfounded.
Kara ignored her. "Roger that," Kon rolled his eyes.
"Tomorrow, we go shopping for some clothes for you two. Why did you go back in time naked? That's not necessary," Kara said obviously.
"Well, there was a miscalculation and our clothes were vaporized," Mara said sheepishly.
"What have I told you about touching shit that involves time travel?" Kara lectured them both. "You're going to find the poor bastards you stole clothes from and apologize."
"By that, you mean giving them loads of cash," Kon assumed.
"Don't be a smartass," Kara scolded him. "That said, thanks for coming to see me and the roses. That was sweet even though I completely banned the both of you from time travel."
"Defying your mother's wishes has broken her heart. But not doing so...would have broken mine," Mon said to them.
Kara glared at him. "Such an ass."
"The baby really shouldn't be hearing all this negativity," Kelly said delicately.
"And so it begins," Kara frowned.
(V.O.) Mon: We spent seven blissful years in the future killing bad guys, creating a world government, restarting an old Earth religion, and creating the twins in pods. Mara was easy and well-behaved. One of those special kids that had an abundance of white privilege. Things with Kon were more challenging. He was diagnosed by Barney as being a total psychopath. I have come to understand that this means he can read minds. Kara and I did all we could to give Kon all the help he needed, while I tried to keep doing what any parent would do...make the world a little safer...from my own son.
Present Day SG 5.5x01
A nuclear power plant near Metropolis suddenly had an accident causing an immediate evacuation. Army soldiers hurriedly escorted personnel wearing white bodysuits out of the area on transport trucks. Other soldiers worked to put out the fire using long water hoses from army water tankers.
"How long we got before shit hits the fan?" General Samuel Lane asked the chief scientist and his associate.
"Minute, maybe two," the chief scientist said nonchalantly.
"Sweet Jesus. What's the fallout?" he asked.
"As far as Metropolis," his associate said grimly.
"Well...shit," Gen. Lane muttered.
Mon sped towards the reactor donning the Superman uniform, facial mask, and hairstyle. Even without instant transmission, he was still capable of going several Mach speeds.
"If we don't get water back in the reactor vessel, we're fucked," the chief scientist said.
"What kind of fucked are we talking here?" Gen. Lane asked.
"Like Fuck-a-shima," the associate scientist said.
"Mother of God," Gen. Lane realized.
Mon entered the reactor tower and landed on a bridge at the bottom. "Now what?" Mon asked.
Brainiac 5 accessed the camera inside Mon's facial mask and used different visual scanners to find the problem. "There is a fissure along the length of the basin. Weld it shut," Brainiac 5 instructed.
Mon looked around for any witnesses and then pointed his index finger at the crack. He fired on the concrete super-heating it to the point of crystalization welding it shut. "Now, you need to put fill the basin with water," Brainiac 5 said.
"How the fuck do I do that?" Mon asked incredulously.
"You need to go to a lake, freeze it, create an iceberg, carry said iceberg to the reactor tower, and then heat it up so that it melts," Brainiac 5 suggested.
"You've got to be shitting me," Mon said skeptically.
"Nope," Brainiac 5 said calmly as he noticed the heat signature from the reactor continuing to climb on his computer map at the DEO fortress.
"Barney...I need...help," Mon gritted his teeth.
"Of course," Brainiac 5 replied.
Kara as Supergirl had already arrived at the lake. She blasted it with frost breath freezing it completely. She then fired heat vision around the perimeter of the lake to break it off. Mon instantly teleported to the lake. "Here you go," Kara said condescendingly.
"Your powers are bullshit," he said to her.
"Don't let this plant go into meltdown. We're America, damn it. Not the Soviets," Kara told him.
"I don't give a shit about your political nonsense," Mon shot back.
"You have less than a minute to cool down that reactor," Brainiac 5 reminded him.
Mon touched the iceberg and then instantly transported himself and the iceberg inside the reactor tower. The intense heat immediately began to melt the iceberg to water filling the basin. "It's cooling down," the chief scientist reported to Gen. Lane.
Mon then flew over to Gen. Lane, the father-in-law of the man he was pretending to be. "And?" he asked Mon.
"A crack in the basin of the cooling tower," Mon told him.
"How is that no one at either plant saw or heard anything?" Gen. Lane asked.
"The crack was manmade. I'm thinking terrorists. We should lock down the country, clamp down on civil liberties, spend billions of dollars on new government agencies, and start some wars overseas," Mon suggested.
"I like where your head's at, Superman. Ever since you came back from Argo and left my daughter behind, you've been putting in a lot of overtime," Gen. Lane remarked.
"Lois is very understanding. She realizes she's a huge liability for me and that her very presence on this planet endangers Earth security," Mon said.
"Well, when you're right, you're right," Gen. Lane agreed. "I was thinking we should go fishing and talk about our war stories."
"Only if it's catch and release. I want to be able to torture an endless number of fish to relieve the stress in my life," Mon said.
"Of course, absolutely," Gen. Lane smiled.
"Goodnight, general," Mon said politely and then flew off.
Mon flew around Metropolis and landed in the heart of the city disappearing behind a garage and then reappearing in work clothes. He then took a pair of nerdy glasses out of his pocket and put them on. He then tried to sneak around only to crash into some metal trash cans.
"Fuck," he cursed, totally exposed.
"That you, Clark?" Mrs. Costello asked hearing the noise.
"No," Mon said argumentatively.
"You know, the city has plastic garbage cans you can get now," another neighbor said helpfully.
"I know. I just don't give a shit," Mon told him off and entered the larger apartment. He quickly scanned the place and realized dinner wasn't ready, the dishes were piled up, and Kara's work papers were all over the place.
"Your plate is in the fridge," Kara told him.
"Unacceptable. I must have it fresh," Mon demanded.
"A ten-month-old was killed by a contracted delivery driver, the company won't accept liability," Kara muttered ignoring Mon's protest.
"A man should pay for his own sins," Mon said seriously.
"I feel this is an emotional appeal against contracted employees in corporate America," Kara said.
"Well...we can't have that, can we?" Mon asked not really giving a shit.
"You need to apologize to Kon. You missed an appointment with his doctor," Kara said.
"Apologizing isn't my thing. You should know that by now," Mon refused. "Especially not to my own son. He apologizes to me, not the other way around."
"Give your kids some facetime and then give me some attention. My breasts are really sore, right now, and Barney has the baby," Kara requested.
"Sure," Mon allowed and instantly disappeared.
Mon reappeared in Kara's old apartment and found Mara on her computer in the living room on the couch. "Hey, father," she said without enthusiasm.
"Who's that?" Mon asked curiously as to who Mara was talking to.
"It's just Elisa. We're discussing our reading assignments. I'm having a difficult time dumbing myself down to this highschool level. I made varsity in softball," Mara said.
"Softball, huh? Are you coming out to me?" Mon asked concernedly.
"Correlation does not equal causation," Mara said defensively. "Some of the people in my class are ticked off that the new girl is the pitcher."
"Uh-huh," Mon said not caring in the slightest.
"Well, I have work to do," Mara said to him.
"Right," Mon said unable to relate very well to his hyper-religious, moral, pacifist daughter that had renounced all things Insane.
Mon then went to Kon's room and saw him playing a video game of Superman getting epic kills on Mortal Kombat. Mon smacked off his headset to get his attention. "I was listening to that," Kon protested.
"Report," Mon ordered.
"Three hours straight of non-stop killing with no losses," Kon smiled.
"You had a session with Kelly, right?" Mon asked.
"Yeah," Kon said vaguely.
"Have you defeated her, yet?" Mon asked.
"Nope, she still thinks she can reach me," Kon said amused.
"Remember, when the therapist gives up on you, you win," Mon reminded him.
"I'll keep trying," Kon said sincerely.
"I would have been there with you...but I didn't want to," Mon admitted.
Kon nodded absorbing that in. "So, it's back to school for you. When your mother went to high school, she killed a student every other week," Mon said.
"So, I should beat her record?" Kon asked confused.
"No, no, no, humans are small fry, okay. They're not worth our time, low experience points. What you need is someone stronger, faster, more savage," Mon said.
"Okay," Kon allowed.
"If you need anything, bug your sister," Mon told him.
"I will," Kon assured him.
The next morning, Kara and Alex had a deep talk on the bike path near the bay. Kara was pushing a stroller with Kameron. Every so often, someone would give the infant an odd look. Her eyes were covered in a visor, her mouth was covered in a mask, and her hands were gloved. "It's because of Covid. Can never be too careful," Kara said to onlookers passing by.
"I've been thinking. I don't see it as necessary for your kids to spy on me. You should all be together as a family under one roof," Alex advised.
"The kids are nearly adults. They're seven years old for crying out loud," Kara objected.
"They may have had accelerated growth but they lack critical life experience. Look, I'll promise to not get into trouble. I'm going to live a normal life for a change," Alex said.
"Oh, really?" Kara doubted.
"Yeah, I realize that I have a problem. I constantly need excitement and danger in my life, but I can get that high from other things like skydiving, water sports, climbing, and the like," Alex said.
"Well, okay then," Kara said skeptically.
"This is really awkward to say but I...kind of...let Barney give me a pill...that, you know, causes milk production...in my breasts," Alex said awkwardly. "And they're really sore, right now, and I'm just really curious about how it all works."
"You want to take turns?" Kara smiled amused.
"If it's okay with you," Alex said embarrassed.
"Of course. It's what any sisters would do," Kara said moving the stroller to a park bench.
A few days later, the Super Family was under one roof in the bigger apartment. Not everyone was agreeable to the change. "Kon, your breakfast is getting cold!" Kara yelled at him.
Kon came down the stairs and nonchalantly reheated his toast and eggs with heat vision. "No using your powers inside the apartment," Kara scolded him.
"Your mom called about planning a visit while you were in the shower," Mon informed her.
"Are we going to grandma and grandpa's?" Mara asked wide-eyed.
"If you're good," Kara told her.
"Midvale...where you can spend an entire year in one afternoon," Mara mused.
"It did seem like that," Kara recalled. She then noticed Kon's t-shirt that said, "I put the bad in badminton."
"What?" Kon asked defensively.
"You're just begging to get bullied so you can have an excuse to kick their asses, right?" Kara assumed.
"What...no," Kon denied.
"Your anti-social behavior is going to make you a loner all your life," Mara critiqued.
"Perfectly fine with that," Kon said unconcernedly.
"Your ride is here. Remember the rules. You break them and I break you," Kara threatened.
"Eggs were good, mom. Love you," Mara said giving her a kiss on the cheek and then taking off with Kon.
"I'm worried about Kon," Kara said half-expecting his school to be a crater by the end of the day.
"We had a good talk, last night," Mon assured her.
"Well, we got to get to work," Kara said. "Can you help me zip up my blouse?"
"Only if I get to unzip it after work," Mon said as he zipped her up.
"Behave," Kara mock-scolded him and gave him a kiss. In an instant, the two were gone.
Kara and Mon exited the elevator leading to the Daily Planet and noticed one of their co-workers was missing. "Who got booted off the island today?" Kara asked veteran reporter, Ron Troupe.
"Mencken," he said grimly.
"No, not that guy," Kara said crestfallen. "This is the third layoff this week. I knew Edge was an asshole, but he's taken this too far. This is wholesale slaughter, I tell you. I mean, twenty-five years means shit around here. He even had two kids in college," Kara bemoaned.
"Brilliant performance," Mon gave her a mock clap.
"Matthews, my office," Cat shouted across the room.
Mon entered the office alone and sat down across from Cat. "I have to fire your ass, Mon. You never do anything around here, you've logged several sexual harassment claims, and have caused numerous accidents in the office. Now, I can give you a legacy package where you continue to get your benefits for the next six months and write assignments from home," Cat offered.
"If I quit, Kara quits, too. We're a package deal," Mon smirked.
"We've had several layoffs of good veteran reporters to make space for...you," Cat reminded him.
"And I'm okay with that," Mon said dismissively.
"Think it over," Cat said and then ordered him out.
Kara went over to a vending machine and then smacked it hard until she got her skittles. "You're staying right here. They want to play hardball, we'll play hardball," Kara said.
"I'm not really into journalism, facts, human interest stories that help the little guy," Mon said to her.
"You can be more than just a killing machine that trains all day," Kara told him.
Mon gave her a skeptical look. Kara then got a phone call and her face immediately fell. "What is it?" Mon asked concernedly.
Mon as Superman flew over to the Smallville farm and dropped down near the old barn. The paint was chipping away, weeds were everywhere, and the farm equipment was rusted. The place was in a state of disrepair. Mon then quickly put on normal outdoor clothes. A woman in her fifties came out to meet him.
"Listen, the stroke was...," she began.
Mon ignored the female doctor and went inside the house finding Martha Kent in bed barely alive. Mon took a knee before her. "My...son," she said to him as she saw him, completely fooled by the electronic mask.
"I thought I would never see you again when you left for Argo," she said sadly.
"I'm here, now," Mon told her.
"I can pass on, knowing I got to see you one last time. You are my pride and joy. Even without the suit and the powers, you were always super to me," Martha said to him.
"I could not have asked for better parents. Everything good that I've done, that I am, comes from you," Mon said.
Martha smiled and then closed her eyes as she passed away. Mon then got up and left the house finding Kara outside. "Thank you, Mon. You did good," Kara said appreciatively as she wiped away a tear.
"No problem," Mon said giving Kara a hug as she cried.
The Super Family attended the funeral for Martha Kent as it was impossible for the real Superman and Lois to receive word in time. Mon continued his disguise as Clark Kent during the proceedings. "Faithful God, Lord of all creation, you desire that nothing redeemed by your Son will ever be lost and that the just will be raised up on the last day...," Pastor Linquist began.
"...comfort us today with the word of your promise as we return the ashes of our sister to the earth...," he continued. ...to live with you and all your children, forever and ever."
"Amen," the crowd said together.
Mon came forth and placed a rose on the casket. Kara, Mara, and Kon all did the same. Then, the rest of the townspeople present.
At the funeral party, Mon awkwardly talked with guests and tried to BS his way through memories he had no recollection of. Kara was always at his side to interrupt or pull him aside if needed. On the table were sandwiches, pies, and watermelon.
"I got you pie," Mara said to Kon.
"Thanks," Kon said staring off into space unable to comprehend the reality of death.
"Clark was plowin' the back eighty acres by himself when he was ten. He and Jonathan harvested crops faster'an any farm in the area," one farmer said to Kara with Mon by her side.
"And how is your place, Mr. Branden?" Kara asked conversationally.
"Oh, we sold to Oberlee Foods about five years ago. Family farms don't make it around here anymore," he said sadly.
"That's too bad," Kara said with false sincerity.
Mon then noticed Lana Lang Cushing, her husband, and two teenage kids similar in age to Mara and Kon. Mon stared a little too long and had to be elbowed by Kara.
"I'm so sorry, Clark. Your mother was always so kind to me. To all of us," Lana gave Mon a hug.
"It's good to see you...," Mon said not knowing her name.
"Our condolences, Kent," Kyle Cushing extended his hand to him. Mon shook his hand careful not to break it.
"You must be Kara Danvers. I'm sorry our first time meeting is under these circumstances," Lana said to her.
"Well, Lois couldn't be here, so I'm just here to give Clark some moral support," Kara said awkwardly.
"Are those your kids?" Lana asked of Mara and Kon.
Kara double-checked to see if they were up to no good before confirming that. Kon was busily consuming a watermelon while Mara was on her phone. "Yes, they grow up so fast," Kara confirmed.
"This is our littlest, Sophie. And this is our wayward daughter, Sarah," Kyle introduced the two kids.
"Sorry about your mom. She was really special, even my dad liked her, and he's an asshole," she said to Mon.
"Well, aren't you adorable," Mon smiled at her.
"A house of girls, Kent. Someone's always pissed at me," Kyle rolled his eyes.
"I weep for you," Mon said sincerely earning a dirty look from Kara.
"Daddy says you dated him, remember. He was so pissed when he saw you on his Facebook feed that one time," Sophie brought up.
"Go play," Lana dismissed her away. "How are you holding up, Clark?"
"I could use a drink," Mon said. "Care to join me, no-homo, of course."
"In that case, absolutely," Kyle said joining him inside.
Kara eyed Mon wondering whether she should be more concerned with Kyle or Lana at this point. At the same time, Sarah came up to Kon and Mara not realizing their true natures. "I haven't seen you two before. You're Kara's kids, right?" Sarah asked.
"So we're told," Kon said dryly.
"This place is such a drag, no Internet. As a teen girl, if I don't Tik Tok within an hour, I'll burst into flames," Sarah said dramatically.
Kon and Mara merely stared at her. "Just kidding. The Meteors are playing and I want to get the score," she said awkwardly.
"There's a problem with the router. It sucks," Kon explained.
"It's in the barn," Mara said using her X-ray vision. "How about you go fix it as a way to distract yourself."
"Mysterious, what's in the barn?" Sarah wondered.
"Probably some weird-ass alien spaceship. Let's go," Kon said taking an interest in the ditzy girl.
"As a card-carrying member of the Future Farmers of America, I can keep you safe," Sarah said confidently as they entered the creepy barn.
"Tell me more about this FFA," Kon requested.
Inside the house, the beers were now all empty. "God, look at you. You look the same as when you were in high school. You never age," Lana remarked to Mon.
"I believe in taking care of myself, in a balanced diet, in a rigorous exercise routine. In the morning, if my face is a little puffy, I'll put on an ice-pack while doing my stomach crunches. I can do a thousand now. After I remove the ice-pack, I use a deep pore cleanser lotion. In the shower, I use a water-activated gel cleanser. Then a honey-almond body scrub. And on the face, an exfoliating gel-scrub. Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm, followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion. Then I apply an herb mint facial masque, which l leave on all day," Mon detailed.
Kara gave Mon a good kick to his shin.
"And Kara, I've read all your stories. I tell my girls I hope they grow up to be like Kara Danvers," Lana said obliviously.
"Thanks, Lana. That means a lot," Kara said giving nothing away. "You still at the bank?
"Still there and Kyle's still at the firehouse. Made fire chief after his father retired. Everyone else we know has moved away," Lana said.
"She means bailed," Kyle said resentfully.
"He always gets fired up when he's drinking," Lana excused.
"Have another one," Mon handed him another beer.
"Used to be, when people left to get a degree they'd bring their skills back to where they grew up. Payback to the community that nurtured them when they were young. But that ain't happening anymore," Kyle said pissed-off.
"It's all because of the corporations...in their corporation buildings being all...corporationy," Mon said incoherently earning another kick from Kara.
"Well, not all corporations. At least we're getting a lifeline if this Edge proposal goes through," Kyle said.
"Do tell," Kara said suddenly interested.
"Edge Industries has been buying up old coal mines as they did in New Carthage and Fawcett City. Retrofitting them to mine for alternative energies," Lana detailed.
"It's going to put a lot of people back to work around here," Kyle said optimistically.
"Unfortunately, new opportunities like this bring people from outside the town to come in and steal all of the jobs. So, you need to do your best to scare them off," Kara advised.
"Like arson," Kyle said darkly.
"Have another beer," Mon encouraged him.
"Edge's been given us a headache at the Daily Planet, but I am sure it will work out well with you guys," Kara said with false sincerity.
"People have stopped reading the Daily Planet because you can't keep your liberal politics to yourself," Kyle argued.
"Well, I feel I can change the Daily Planet from the inside," Kara said delicately.
"Your people think we townspeople are backward and dumb as fuck," Kyle said drunkenly.
"You're not wrong," Kara agreed.
"They see Smallville as the past but Morgan Edge sees us as the future," Kyle said.
"Let's not jerk him off too hard," Kara warned.
"I guess we won't have to worry about the Kents living in Smallville," Kyle said becoming more hostile.
"Oh really? Why is that?" Mon asked curiously.
"Your mother reverse mortgaged the farm to the bank that Lana works at," Kyle revealed.
"Kyle, no, stop," Lana tried to silence him.
"Let him continue," Mon encouraged.
"Kyle, that's enough. We're getting the girls and going home," Lana said embarrassed for him.
"I can still drive," Kyle said walking out like a total drunk.
"Lana, what is he talking about?" Kara asked.
"It's not for today, Clark. Come by the bank tomorrow. Your Mother had some business with us we need to discuss, that's all. It'll be fine, I promise. Martha was a great lady. The heart of Smallville really. I'm sorry she's gone," Lana said and then took after her husband.
"Well...shit," Kara sighed.
Meanwhile, Sarah gave Kon an education on 20th-century farming equipment. All that sharp scary stuff is for tilling and that sharp scary stuff is for sowing. Your Dad's right, pretty much this baler is the only thing in here that can't kill you and that hasn't been used in years."
"And those," Kon pointed out.
"For drying crops. After she closed operations here, she used this barn to store crops for other farms. It's how most of the places around here got by... for a while," Sarah continued.
"You really know your farm equipment," Kon said impressed.
"You learn a lot of useless stuff growing up in Smallville. It's boring," Sarah said resentfully
"In my experience, a place is only as exciting as its people," Kon said insanely.
Sarah went up to Mara as Kon fixed the router on the roof of the barn. "Your brother isn't very flirty, is he?" she asked.
"Kon takes whatever he wants when he's ready," Mara said vaguely. "We're going to be here a few days. You could show us around," Mara said.
"Okay, city house, but just Kon," Sarah insisted.
"Well, okay then," Mara said eying Sarah with dislike.
"There's a bonfire tomorrow at the old Shuster Mines. Hit me up if you want to go. Can't promise I won't get you into a little bit of trouble though," Sarah said to Mara and a returning Kon.
"I'm all kinds of trouble," Kon said dangerously.
"Yeah, you seem it," Sarah smiled and walked off.
"Fixed the router," Kon said, proud of himself.
"Please, we have satellite phones," Mara said dismissively.
Inside the house, Kara quickly cleaned the place up using super-speed while Mon sat on his ass. "We're going to the bank, tomorrow, to find out what the fuck Lana was talking about," Kara said.
"Whatever," Mon rolled his eyes.
"I know you don't give a shit, but Martha was my biological cousin's adopted mother making her my...," Kara said and then confused herself.
"So, this Morgan Edge is involved in our work at the Daily Planet and happens to be involved in Smallville. Coincidence? I think not," Mon said suspiciously.
"Finally, we agree on something," Kara concurred.
Author's Notes: Morgan Edge was killed off in Adventures of Supergirl Season 3 but since that timeline was ultimately erased, he's alive here. An important aspect of Mon's character is that he's a strategic asshole. He knows when to blend into his environment to strike when the enemy does not suspect it and that is the case with his behavior with Martha and the people of Smallville. I appreciated the special effects upgrade, the generally good acting, and the script sets up the situation well. There are some SJW moments here with Lois but Superman/Clark seems to be above the fray. A significant difference here is Kara and Mon's parenting style compared to Lois and Clark. Kon knows not to misbehave or be too disrespectful due to the overwhelming force of his parents. This is something Clark evidently did not do, setting up a potential Brightburn scenario here.