"So, you two will be good here?" Alex Danvers asked Mon-El and the Kryptonian who had yet to reveal his name.

Kr raised his head up from his spot in his cell. He stared at the DEO agent talking to the Daxamite. He had yet to say anything. Kr was programmed to not crack and he was determined to do just that. Not crack under the inevitable and impending doom that was called an interrogation.  

"We'll be find, Alex." Mon-El told the brunette.

Alex looked at him with a face that said she didn't believe a word he said. She may not have believed him. She may not have even trusted him. But Kr wouldn't have known.

"Alright. I'll have Supergirl on the other side watching and listening in. Making sure everything goes smoothly." Alex said before retreating to the hallway.

Mon-El waited for the door to shut and the loud click! to sound in the air before turning to the boy. He studied the features of the boy who only believed his name was Superboy. Was Kr. The boy had long hair like he had spent countless moons trying to get it this long.

But it was also unruly and unclean. And tangled so much that a brush had never gone through his hair. And a brush had never touched his hair.

"So, you're from Krypton?" Mon-El asked, not knowing how to start the conversation.

"No." It was the first thing that came into his mind.

"So, where are you from?"

"Earth."  

"That can't be right. You're a Kryptonian."

Kr shook his head at Mon-El. "Not everything is as black and white as it seems."

It was that spout of poetry that caused Supergirl to come barreling into the interrogation room. He wasn't a Kryptonian.... but she thought he was. She really wanted to believe there were more out there like her and Kal-El.

It would make this whole experience a little more bearable. Despite living on this planet for over a decade, Kara Zor-El still felt alone despite having J’onn, Alex, Winn, James, Clark, and now Mon-El.

“What are you then if you’re not a Kryptonian?” Kara demanded.

“I am a Kryptonian, but not the kind you are,” he replied.

That one statement answered her question, but it gave her so many more than she would like to have at that moment. What did he mean by that? Was he a hybrid of a Kryptonian and an alien or human?

What was he doing on Earth? What was he doing in Cadmus? Was he someone working with her aunt and uncle last year? And what was with his seemingly untamable hair?

“Could you at least tell us your name?” Kara asked him.

Kr turned his away from the Girl of Steel and the Daxamite sitting before him. His name. He didn’t know his name. His name was Superboy, but everyone in Cadmus referred to him as Project Kr.

Correction, he didn’t think he knew his name, but Lillian Luthor was the only one who stayed consistent which what she called him. Superboy.

“What’s your name?” Kara asked more calmly than last time.

“Superboy.” Kr stated. “You know my name now, but not my story.”