Supergirl Page #4

Subtle.

I want to see Selena.

She's indisposed

at the moment.

Whoever it is,

we don't want any.

It's Nigel and

he's not going away

until he talks to you.

What the devil do you want?

I want to make

a very serious proposal.

In that outfit?

This is a leisure suit.

I've got three days off

from those little beasts

at Midvale

and I intend to let

my hair down.

Uh-oh.

That ball will not operate

at it's fullest

until you internalize

your power, Selena.

Some mosaic invocations.

- Some what?

- Come again?

Exactly, that's my point.

You girls are rank amateurs

playing with fire.

Because we own the matches.

I, of all people,

know a hustle when I hear one.

Now, goodbye, Nigel.

- It was nice talking to you.

- No, it wasn't.

I hate to seem pushy,

my fairest of the fair but...

A word of advice, Nigel.

If I had your skin problems,

I'd stop bothering people,

put a bag over my head,

and go live under a bridge!

Ouch!

There's nothing wrong

with my skin.

That b*tch.

You know, some people.

Where is he?

Where is he?

Where is he?

Whoever he sees first,

he'll love with all his heart.

What?

For a day tops, right?

He was too young

for you anyway, you know.

No, I do not know.

Where is he?

Hey, I know that guy.

- Oh, the cable's out.

- Oh, what cable?

This is a mirror.

So, how come we could...

...ever see him in it?

That was magic, dammit.

The power.

Oh, so make it happen again,

you know?

I...can't make it happen again.

I don't know how I did it.

Oh.

Maybe, you should let

that thing out of it's box.

Maybe, it's more powerful

if you let it out of it's box.

- The box.

- The box.

- Where is it?

- The box?

It's underneath the rug,

where you left it.

Go ahead.

It's stuck.

This is not my day.

It's stuck?

How could it be stuck?

It's growing.

How could it be growing?

It's made out of lead.

Oh.

Too bad, there's no sound.

How come there's no sound?

Get off the road, turkey!

Hey, dummy,

you wanna die?

Smoking, stupid?

You wanna kill yourself?

She saw a lawyer,

and now she's gonna file.

I told her to take him for

every cent, clean him out.

- Thank you very much.

- You're welcome.

Here you go, everybody.

Who wants onion rings?

- Yeah, here.

- Thanks.

- Some French fries?

- French fries are mine.

Chicken for myself.

Thank you.

- Thanks.

- Side order tomatoes?

Thanks for inviting me,

Lucy.

I'm glad you could come,

Jimmy.

- You want a root beer?

- Yeah, thanks.

Oh, there's Linda.

Hey, Linda!

- Hi.

- Oh, hello.

That's Clark Kent's cousin?

Who's Clark Kent?

Is that Linda?

- Guess what.

- What?

There's this all-night party

tonight at Eddie's.

He's the guy

with the tattoo.

His folks are out of town.

And the guy with the bow tie,

that's Jimmy.

So, you wanna come?

I don't know. I'm not

signed out for an overnight.

So what? Go back, sign in

and climb out the window.

Mrs. Murphy's drunk

as a skunk by now.

Totally on another planet.

Oh, I don't know.

It just doesn't seem right.

But that's why

it'll be fun.

- Okay?

- Okay.

Get off the road, buddy.

Hey, stupid.

Look at that dingleberry.

What's a dingleberry?

Hey, you, space cadet!

Get out of the street!

- What is wrong with him?

- I don't know.

He's probably on drugs.

And he's gonna get creamed

if he's not too careful.

- Hi. Jimmy Olsen, photographer.

- Oh, I-I'm Kara.

- Who?

- Who?

Oh, I'm...

...concerned.

Well, that if

we don't do something.

You go out there, try to help

a guy like that and he's

probably got a gun

or a knife.

It's not too safe.

Hey, I'm starving.

Let's eat.

Come on, Linda.

Power of shadow.

Bring him to me.

Whoa.

Look at that.

Hey, get out.

Look out.

Watch out.

My car!

You've never seen a tattoo

before, Linda?

- Look!

- What's that?

There's somebody hanging

out of it.

Doesn't look like

there's anybody driving.

Oh, my God.

It's a runaway.

- Somebody's gotta do something.

- Hey, what's she doing?

Lucy, be careful.

Lucy!

- Come on.

- Lucy!

God, there's the pump?

She's still in there.

- Oh, excuse me. I'm in a rush.

- I know the feeling.

Are you okay?

It's gasoline!

It's gasoline!

- Hey, look at that.

- What?

A storm dragon?

A Supergirl.

Oh, my God!

Don't. Don't look at her.

You're gonna be alright.

There's no broken bones.

I love you.

What did he say?

What did he say?

Looked like

"I love you", to me.

No! No!

You love me?

With all my heart,

forever.

A bird of free

and careless wing

was I through many

a smiling spring.

The cold repulse,

the look askance.

The lightning of

love's angry glance, stay.

Let me behold you.

I-I have to go.

Oh, I-I have to go.

Everything's under control.

Lucy!

Just go on,

back to your homes.

Lucy.

- Oh.

- Thank God.

- You alright?

- I think so.

I hit my head.

Nigel must know her.

She must be one of his students.

He must have put her up to it.

No. I don't think that at all.

Oh, she just happened

to be in the wrong place

at the wrong time, right?

Materializing

in a bulldozer, huh?

She's a wimpy little thing.

I don't know why you care

what she does, anyway.

Because nobody

gets in my way.

Why don't you just leave

this poor kid alone

and worry about the

other one that flies?

I worry about everything.

It's my job. Stand back.

Oh, come on now.

She's just a teenager.

What good is a sword

if it's not unleashed?

But she's a total zero.

You don't even know her name.

The naming of names

is not necessary.

Let us concentrate

on her face.

And my Shadow

will do the rest.

Your what?

Power of Shadow...

...take shape.

Look like a

vicious dark star.

Seek out, that

wretched young creature.

And destroy her

wherever she...

...are.

Oh, God.

That's awful.

That's never

gonna work.

Oh, my God!

I'm scared.

Next time...

...remind me to

do this outside.

Leave this place

and do no harm.

There she is again.

What did she say?

No, this is not possible.

This is not right.

Where's the wimp?

Ah!

Argh!

Argh!

I think he can

take care of her.

Ah!

Argh!

See?

What did I tell you?

She quit, right?

Wrong.

Every time!

Every time!

Send a man to do a woman's job

and that's what you get.

Damn her eyes.

Who is she?

- Are you asking me?

- I'm telling you.

Find out!

Well, sure. But, you know,

I think I recognize the costume.

Leave him alone. Let him.

Where have you been?

- Outside...

- Look at you.

Look at those clothes.

Oh, I'll go change.

I-I'm sorry.

And you'll put on

your proper school uniform.

And get out of that

ridiculous costume.

Yes, ma'am.

- And cover your legs.

- Yes, ma'am.

Don't you

"yes, ma'am" me.

No, ma'am.

I think you're blowing

this thing out of proportion

if you want my opinion.

Oh, no. This box is

definitely getting bigger...

...and uglier.

All I'm saying is

you can't go nuts

over a landscape guy and a

teenager in a blue suit.

She flies.

Can you get that through

your thick skull

and into your

tiny brain, Bianca?

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