With Clark's help, Kara quickly organized her new home.
It wasn't anything too extravagant—she simply bought what she needed from the nearby shopping center. It was far more convenient this way, as Kara preferred to avoid unnecessary stress when setting up her space.
Of course, Clark once again found himself enlisted as free labor.
To thank him, Kara prepared a special dinner.
"When did you learn to cook?" Clark asked, surprised, as he eyed the spread.
Kara smirked, a hint of pride in her tone. "Are you kidding? I've traveled all over the world. Not only have I seen breathtaking sights, but I've also sampled some of the finest cuisines from every corner of the globe. So, naturally, I picked up a few skills along the way."
Kara's ability to learn quickly meant she only needed to observe a dish being prepared once to replicate it perfectly. Over time, she became a culinary expert, mastering dishes from countless cultures.
She had even briefly considered opening her own restaurant—a fusion of global cuisines that would combine flavors from every continent. But now, working at the Daily Planet seemed like a much more fitting path for her.
Clark, thoroughly impressed, devoured the meal. Kara had prepared tender chicken and potatoes in a pressure cooker, braised pork, and a dish of sweet-and-sour pork that Clark couldn't stop raving about.
"That's more of a girl's favorite," Kara teased, watching him eagerly dig in.
But the pièce de résistance was the rice. Kara had picked up a rice cooker during her shopping trip, and it was Clark's first time tasting perfectly steamed rice. His reaction was almost comical—he gave the appliance a thumbs up and refused to leave its side, serving himself bowl after bowl.
Kara barely managed to snatch one bowl for herself.
"Are you seriously this obsessed with rice?" she muttered in disbelief, shaking her head at her younger cousin.
Martha Kent's worries about Kara's ability to manage herself seemed completely unwarranted. After all, Kara had spent a week setting up her life independently and was doing just fine.
Clark even joked about moving in with her, entirely because of her cooking.
But he didn't stay overnight, flying back home under the cover of darkness. Kara warned him not to tell Martha about the meal, insisting that she still loved Martha's home-cooked food.
"Don't worry," Clark assured her with a grin before taking off.
After he left, Kara looked at the mess in her kitchen, sighed, and got to cleaning.
A week later, Kara returned to the Daily Planet building, ready to officially begin work.
She wore a tailored white blouse and fitted trousers, her look polished and professional. Her hair was tied back in a sleek ponytail, and her ever-present glasses completed the ensemble. She carried a neatly organized folder, which contained the planning assignments given to her by Perry White, the editor-in-chief.
The folder held three fully developed column ideas, showcasing Kara's versatility and knowledge. The first was a travel column, drawing on her experiences exploring the world. The second was a food column, featuring recipes and insights into global cuisines. The third focused on culture and customs, aiming to bridge understanding between different traditions.
Kara arrived early, finding most employees already hard at work. Perry greeted her warmly and escorted her to the editor-in-chief's office.
Inside, the editor-in-chief began reviewing Kara's proposals. His expression grew increasingly serious as he read, his brows furrowing in thought.
"How is it?" Perry asked, concerned.
Kara, on the other hand, sat calmly, her posture relaxed as if she had no stake in the outcome. Perry couldn't help but be impressed by her confidence.
Finally, the editor-in-chief looked up. "These are all excellent," he admitted, setting the folder down. "Frankly, I'd like to run all three columns immediately."
Perry's eyes widened, but Kara remained unfazed.
"However," the editor-in-chief continued, "you're still new here. It wouldn't make sense to spread you too thin. Let's focus on one column for now. Once you've established yourself and built a reputation, we can look into launching another."
It was a compliment, even if it came with limits. Many seasoned journalists never managed to secure even a single dedicated column, and here Kara was, being offered the opportunity to write three.
"Which column do you want to start with?" he asked, leaving the decision in Kara's hands.
After a moment's thought, Kara chose the travel column.
"It's the most engaging," she explained. "I can incorporate personal stories, share photographs, and inspire readers to explore the world."
The editor-in-chief nodded in agreement, impressed by her reasoning.
With that, Kara officially began her career at the Daily Planet. She was assigned a simple desk, not an office—a privilege reserved for senior staff—but it was enough for her needs.
Her workload was straightforward: one column per week. Kara's skillful writing quickly won over readers, and her column became one of the newspaper's most popular features.
So much so that some fans even showed up at the Daily Planet headquarters, asking her to publish daily articles.
Kara found this amusing but refused outright. "The world isn't that big," she joked to the editor-in-chief. "If I wrote daily, I'd run out of material in no time."
The editor-in-chief could only sigh at her frankness.
For a time, life seemed peaceful. Kara settled into her routine, and the world appeared to have forgotten about her brief debut as Supergirl.
But such tranquility wouldn't last.
A year after Kara's return, the news world erupted with a major story: Bruce Wayne, the long-missing heir to Wayne Enterprises, had returned to Gotham after a seven-year absence.
Even in Metropolis, the headlines were dominated by his reappearance, sparking conversations and speculation across the city.