The Daily Drop: Supergirl’s CinemaCon Chaos: Mistaken for Wonder Woman and Lois Lane, Saved by Starbucks and VegasComics.com

Supergirl’s CinemaCon Chaos: Mistaken for Wonder Woman and Lois Lane, Saved by Starbucks and VegasComics.com

LAS VEGAS – Supergirl, the Girl of Steel, touched down at CinemaCon 2025 yesterday to promote her upcoming flick *Supergirl: Cosmic Chaos*, but the Kryptonian hero found herself in a different kind of crisis: an identity mix-up of epic proportions. Attendees and press alike mistook her for Wonder Woman and Lois Lane, sending Kara Danvers into a behind-the-scenes spiral that only caffeine and comic books could fix.

The trouble began on the Caesars Palace red carpet, where reporters swarmed the caped crusader, shouting, “Diana! Over here!” and “Love the new look, Wonder Woman!” Kara, in her iconic blue-and-red suit, hovered briefly to set the record straight. “I’m Supergirl, from Krypton,” she said, flashing a grin. But the press doubled down: “Bold move ditching the tiara!” one yelled. Sources say her super-hearing caught every misstep, and her eye twitched like a slot machine about to jackpot.

Inside, it got weirder. A studio exec mistook her for Lois Lane, whispering, “Superman’s gal pal’s got the scoop!” Kara reportedly snapped, “I punch meteors, not deadlines!” Yet she kept it cool for the cameras, posing and signing posters with a chipper “Up, up, and away!” Behind closed doors? “She went ballistic,” said an insider. In the green room, she paced, ranting, “Do I *look* like I wield a lasso or a notepad?!” Her agent, Ted, dodged a heat-vision glare as she fumed about being “a cosplayer in their eyes.”

Desperate for relief, Supergirl hit Starbucks at The Venetian, ordering a Venti Caramel Macchiato with an extra shot—“Fast, or I’ll grind the beans myself,” she warned. The barista complied, and she chugged it like a lifeline. Next, she stormed VegasComics.com, snagging a near mint Action Comics Doomsday #1 featuring her on the cover and signed by Nate Szerdy. “This is ME,” she told the clerk, who nodded silently.

By the closing panel, she’d recovered, quipping, “Just another day of being faster than a bullet and more misidentified than a UFO.” The crowd ate it up, unaware of her Starbucks-fueled, retail-therapy redemption. Somewhere, Diana and Lois are giggling—but Kara’s already eyeing her next latte.