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Sometime after killing krem.
Earth
Kara is at a bar with krpto, drinking, but it's not making her drunk, it's useless because she isn't feeling anything. She is at a city something called New York or chicago, A brunette woman sits opposite her, saying nonchalantly, are you supposed to be drinking, kid? Kara looks at the woman, she is wearing a suit like clark wears sometimes when he has a important meeting. Kara pretends to be drunk, says, I am older than you. The woman smirks at her, takes kara's drink, says no you're not.