What have you done now Jor-El? Clark thought as he looked around the rooftop he now found himself on; he had found the last of the three Kryptonian crystals and placed them in the cave only to find himself on a rooftop in the middle of the night smack in the middle of some unknown city. He didn't know if this was one of his biological father's attempts at a test, but if it was then he wasn't amused.

Some things never change He thought as he heard a woman's scream from the street below. Without a moment's hesitation the Last Son of Krypton supersped to the source of the scream only to find that the problem had already been dealt with. The criminal was on the ground unconscious but that wasn't what caught his attention. No, what caught his attention was the young blonde-haired woman standing over him. She was wearing a short red skirt that stopped at just past her thighs, showing plenty of her long tan legs, and her feet were covered by red boots. However what caught the Last Son of Krypton's eye was the symbol for the House of El that was on the blue shirt stretching across her chest.

"Who the hell are you? How do you know that symbol?" He asked as he stepped in front of her, his blue eyes beginning to burn red as he looked at the young girl. Before she could answer Clark found himself surrounded by three other women, one a redhead with a bat on her chest, the other a brunnette that was wearing purple and a blonde in fishnets.

"Problems Kara?" The redhead asked.

"I don't know. This guy seems to know who I am or rather, the symbol I'm wearing."

"Who in the world dosen't know who Supergirl is?" The redhead replied.

"Apparently this guy." Kara told her friend as she saw the blank look on Clark's face when her codename was used.

"Enough of this, let's just make him talk and see what he knows." The brunnete said, pulling out a crossbow;faster than the eye could see Clark ripped the crossbow from her hand and threw her to the ground.

"Don't try that again. Now if you'd like to talk we'll talk. Pull a weapon on me, and I'll do more than knock you on your ass." Clark told her, having had just about enough of the mystery Jor-El had given him.

"Let's start with how you know about this symbol." Kara told him, feelingher eyes begin to heat up as she looked into his piercing blue eyes.

"Does the term Krypton mean anything to you?" He asked, deciding to trust the young woman called Kara.

"What does it mean to to you?" She challenged and Clark almost smiled at the tone in her voice.

"Ladies first. Or do we need a repeat performance of what I did to your friend?"

"Oh please kid you-"

"Huntress enough!" Kara said, silencing her friend, her gaze never leaving Clark's.

"My birth name is Kara Zor-El."

"Th...That's not possible."

"Why do you say that?"

"I was told there was no one else. I was told I was the last Kryptonian."

"Just who are you?" Kara asked, although she had a feeling she already knew.

"My name is Clark Kent, but my birth name was Kal-El."

"Superman's gonna love this."