"Here's your cat, Mrs. Mckinney." Kara said, handing the little cat to the elderly lady—her eyes are tired and she has some bruises on her body. The old lady asks her if she's okay, Kara just nods. The only thing she wants to do now is go to sleep with you.

Since Kara settled in New York, she would never think that being a superhero like her cousin—Clark Kent—would be so difficult. Considering she calls herself Supergirl, expectations for her are very, very high. She's only been in this city for eight months and she already has her— Crisis, if you can say so.

Kara has been saving people since 2 a.m., first a fire, then saving a collapsing train, and now minor things like robberies or saving a cat from up a tree—too much stress, Kara would say.

She's at the point where she doesn't even feel like flying quickly to your two's shared apartment. She flies, slow and sleepy—she hasn't slept at all. She arrives slowly, entering the bedroom window, where you were already waiting for her with a first aid kit to take care of her. You're too sweet and perfect for her, you're her Lois Lane, according to Clark. For Kara you are her love, her everything, her life after the planet Krypton.

She must always be grateful for having saved you in that fire many months ago.