I want to see him.
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No.
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I want to see him.
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And I want you to shut up, but we can't all get what we want.
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Please.
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No.
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I still don't understand why not. You're worried for all your other friends, but not for him? You want to fly all the way across the country to go see those Teenage Titan Ninja Turtles or whatever, but you can't visit someone who's right here in the same city? That makes no sense to me.
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He's fine. He already told us that he's fine. You need to accept that.
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But he doesn't have powers or enhanced abilities like the rest of you. What if something bad happens and we can't get to him in time? You're fast -- really, really fast -- but what if you're not fast enough?
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Then he'll die.
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That's not funny.
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I'm sorry, Karen, I really am, but you're being ridiculous and giving me the worst headache ever. I need you to take a backseat this week, be quiet, and let me do what needs to be done. I can't focus on anything with you constantly nagging me about your boyfriend!
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Don't you dare try to make me out to be some silly lovesick girl. We were just ripped away from our home and thrown into an alternate dimension, for christ's sake. I deal with your Supergirl crap every single month and I think I've been pretty cooperative so far. We had a rough start, but I've come to terms as much as I can with having to share my body with an alien. I've gone through hell and back, given up every chance of being normal, because of this. Because of you. The very least that you can do for me right now is to let me see someone that I care about.
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But, like I already told you, he's fine. I want to keep him safe too, but he's not as high of a priority right now. He's not in any immediate danger.
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That's bullshit, Kara. I know you. I know that you worry about everything and everyone to the point where you're so paranoid that you can barely sleep a wink. You always make an effort to check in on your friends, high or low on the priority list. So why has that changed? I think you just don't want to in this case because you can't handle all these new feelings. I'm sure it's very awkward for you, but can't you just, I don't know, deal with it? Like I've had to deal with you and everything these shifts have put us through? I have a life, too, Kara. A life that you also need to be accommodating of.
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The answer is still no.
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God, you're impossible. I wish you would just go back to your planet where you came from.
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I would love to, except it doesn't exist anymore.
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Sorry. I didn't... I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry.
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It's okay, Karen. I know. Look, maybe you're right. These feelings are extremely confusing. They're affecting me in a way that I can't even explain. It's strange and uncomfortable, and I don't know, I feel like I'm losing myself? We're blending together more and more each time that this happens. I can barely tell the difference between my emotions and yours. [HEAVY SIGHING] But if I let you see him, will you actually shut up and let me get back to work?
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Yes. I promise.
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Five minutes. Make good use of your time.
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Oh, we will. Trust me. We will.
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I'm going to regret this.
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Hi Karen,
Is everything okay? You didn't come in today and no one at the station has been able to reach you, not by phone or texts. A few people are actually a bit worried since this is very unlike you to skip out on work without some sort of heads up.
If you're sick or need to take some time off for whatever reason, that's completely fine. Just please let me know as soon as possible so that we can work out a new schedule for you and delegate your usual duties to one of the other assistants.
Thank you and I hope to hear back from you soon.
Go to sleep.
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I can't.
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Are you serious? I'm spending the night here for you. What more do you want?
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It just feels weird to be in separate rooms. Wouldn't it be a lot safer for us all to be together in the same room? In the same bed...
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Karen! That's so inappropriate! What is wrong with you?!
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Relax. It's not a big deal. We're just going to sleep.
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Do you really think I'm that dumb? I know you're not "just going to sleep."
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You're right. I also want to toss his salad and touch his pokeballs.
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W-w-what does that even MEAN?! You know I don't understand when you talk like this! It's just gibberish and nonsense to me!
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[LAUGHING]
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Why are you laughing? I really don't see the humor in lettuce. And what is a pokeball? Is that some kind of sport?
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[LAUGHING INTENSIFIES]
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I hate you so much sometimes.
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What's wrong?
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Go away.
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I wish. But since we're stuck here together, you might as well talk to me.
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It's not real. None of it is real.
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This place?
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Yes. It's just a projection. A matrix programming, or simulation, or something. I don't know, but it's been fake this whole time and I fell for it because I wanted for it to be real so badly. But I should've known better. I should've known when I couldn't find any of my friends and family. I should've known when I went to the apartment that I shared with Lana and she never came back. I should've known.
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You missed your home. It's okay to have fallen for the illusion.
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But this isn't my home. Metropolis isn't my home. Krypton is, and it's gone. I just wanted this to be real because I missed people recognizing me. I missed the glory of being a superhero. But I should've known... if this city was actually real, they wouldn't be worshiping me like they've been programmed to do. I'm not the Hero of Metropolis... Kal is, not me.
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Listen. You are a dumb alien most of the time, your fashion sense is terrible, your jokes are even worse -- if you can even call them jokes, and you have no chill whatsoever about anything, but come on, Kara. You're a superhero. You may not be Superman, but you're Supergirl. Stop trying to be him when you can be your own hero, your own person. You're not perfect and you're still learning, but you've been through so much. Are you really going to let this one moment of weakness eat away at you?
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No, but --
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But nothing. Don't argue with me, Kara. You know you'll lose. Now, stop crying. You're ruining our makeup and we have to find a way to get out of here.
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