I’ve never related to a superheroine. Not once. There’s always been this gap between me and them. This glossy, untouchable perfection. Flawless, always making the right call, always somehow above it all. Inspiring, sure. But never someone I recognized. Then Kara Zor-El showed up hungover, grieving, half-lost in a galaxy she doesn’t feel like she belongs in, and the gap just… closed. This Supergirl isn’t pure. She’s not sure she wants to be anyone’s hero at all. She’s searching for a place to belong without letting herself actually ask for it, which is a very specific, very human kind of stuck. And the thing that finally gets her moving isn’t…