The weight of the day still lingered in the way Kara sighed, her head resting against your shoulder. She was quiet, lost in thought, her usually bright presence dimmed with contemplation. For a while, neither of you spoke….until…

“I don’t want to be Supergirl anymore.” Kara said out of the blue. You blinked, turning to her, confusion flickering in your expression, but before you could say a word, she continued.

“Just…hear me out…”, Kara murmured, rubbing her hands together like she was trying to warm herself against the thoughts weighing her down.

You sigh then listen, wondering what Kara meant by not wanting to be Supergirl anymore

“I’m not a kid. I’m not some pinup figure they plaster on posters just because I smile a little brighter than Clark. I’m a hero. Just as much as he is. And I want people to see that.”, Her fingers curled into a fist against her knee, frustration rolling off her in waves.

“I want to be Super-WOMAN. Not a girl. Not someone the world dismisses like I’m just the sidekick to someone bigger. I can do this. I have done this. And yet, I still feel like…they never take me seriously enough.” Kara said, as she felt a relief. Silence settled between you, heavy with unspoken emotions. Her shoulders relaxed just slightly. She glanced up, eyes searching yours.

“I trust you…But I need to know… do you understand? Will you support me in this?”

There was vulnerability in her question—a rawness she rarely let show. It wasn’t just about the title. It was about her. About wanting to be seen for everything she was.

And there was only one answer to give.