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A shot rang out as Alex pulled the trigger. She knew it was a risk having kryptonite anywhere near Kara, but knew she would die anyways if she didn't do anything. Luckily, her shot found its mark in Clark's arm.

He screamed in pain, clutching his injury, and fell off of Kara. She took the moment to her advantage, and quickly stood against her better judgment. Fighting her dizziness and lack of breath, she still was able to land a hard punch to Clark's head, effectively knocking him out.

Kara was thankful for the kryptonite there, because without it, she wouldn't have been able to knock him out safely. However, she was not thankful for the overwhelmingly familiar sickening sensation that washed over her because of it.

She fell to the floor while the DEO agents cuffed and scooped Clark up. They loaded him into a van and drove away before anyone could see.

Alex put the gun down and rushed over to her fallen sister, who was already starting to sit up. Since the kryptonite was gone, her momentary dizzy spell was disappearing and the sunlight was helping her regain strength.

By the time Alex got there, Kara was already on her knees, working on standing.

Alex bent down to help her as she worriedly asked,"Are you okay, K- Supergirl?"

Kara nodded. "I'm fine, just glad we were able to get him."

Alex looked her over once more. "Are you sure? He landed a couple good ones there, and he's pretty strong..."

Her little sister looked her right in the eyes and promised. "I swear, I'm okay. Don't worry about me. I'll be-"

She never got to reassure Alex because she was pushed aside by a growing mob of reporters.

There were so many questions thrown out at once.

"Who are you?"

"How did you defeat Superman?"

"Are you two related at all?"

"Why are you fighting him?"

"Why is he evil all of a sudden?"

Kara held up a hand to silence them all. "All great questions, but I'm afraid I do not have time today. I have urgent matters I must attend to. However, what you should know... is that I'm here to protect this city. And I'm here to stay. As proven here today, I'm willing to give my life for the people of this city, and I'm here to help. The safety of the people here is my number one concern and I will do whatever it takes to maintain that safety. I'm just here to help, and I hope you all are open to accepting my help."

The reporters all yelled out more questions, but the closest one to Kara asked,"Is there anything we should call you? What is your name?"

Kara gave a shy grin to the camera. "You can call me Supergirl."

With that, she quickly super sped to grab Alex and took off with her before the reporters noticed the agent was gone. Kara smiled as her super hearing picked up raucous applause coming from below her.

It appeared the people of the city and the reporters alike, had accepted her.

Alex looked at Kara and yelled over the wind,"Well, that could have gone a lot worse!"

Kara and her big sister flew the rest of the way to the DEO, with huge grins plastered on their faces.

In an unknown apartment

He watched the news broadcasting on the small television he'd rigged up.

There was a girl fighting Superman.

He didn't know what he was watching, how it had happened, why Superman had turned.

The only thing he did know was that the girl looked awfully familiar.

Where do I know her from? Who is she? Why is she fighting Superman?

He stared at the television, hoping it'd have all the answers. When the mysterious girl flew away, he turned the television off.

There was still a nagging feeling about the identity of that girl.

But he shrugged it off, and grabbed his jacket, heading towards his apartment door.

After all, who would ever want to be late for their interview with a clandestine government organization?