DC Super Hero Girls: Hero of the Year

Intruder located

in Sector D.

Thanks, Oracle.

Come on, girls. It's hero time.

Huh?

Where's the snooze button on this thing?

Mmm. -

S... Supergirls, up! Up and away!

Time to save the day. Or night.

Drones, swarm.

Your hood, Miss Batgirl.

Pow! Action on!

Oracle shows the intruder is close.

He must be hiding. -I'll look in the classrooms.

And I'll check the lockers.

- Ugh!

Any sign of the criminal, Bumblebee?

No. But an old pumpernickel sandwich in Beast Boy's locker

just committed a crime against my nose.

In there! -

Oh.

Mr. Bones, aren't you looking trim?

This way.

Big Barda.

How'd you get back here?

Wonder Woman? I...

-Whoa!

Hey!

You mess with the bee, you're gonna get stung.

Truce?

Big Barda, you're going back to Belle Reve

Juvenile Detention.

No!

Oh! Sorry. I...

-Ha! Got her!

What's going on here?

Principal Waller.

We captured known criminal, Big Barda.

Girls, this is new student,

Big Barda.

What?

She tricked you, Principal Waller.

Her plans to take over the school are right here.

"AP Weaponomics, 8:30,

"Intro to Super Suits, 9:30."

My class schedule.

I was making sure I knew where all

my classes were

so I wouldn't be tardy on my first day.

You let her into Super Hero High?

But this is a school for superheroes,

not supervillains.

Maybe Big Barda erased your memory when

she helped brainwash everyone.

I trust Big Barda has reformed just like

Vice Principal Graw did.

So, please, make her feel at home.

At my home, this would call for

an olive branch, but...

Would this do?

Yeah. Thanks.

This is your dorm room.

Wow.

You can trick it out with whatever decorations

you brought from home.

Home? This is all I got from Apokolips,

but that's not my home anymore.

Darkseid's got a zero tolerance policy for

girls gone good.

I guess that makes me a stray.

Like Blondie. -Me?

Uh, granted getting ousted from Apokolips is

less dramatic

than your whole planet going kablooey like...

Krypton kaboom, right?

Oh, sorry, I'm not good

with small talk.

I just never had much time for it

between combat practice, avoiding the Abyss of Anguish,

and working on my evil laugh.

That last one was a joke.

I guess I'm not good with jokes either.

We better get some rest.

There's lots to do tomorrow for the big Hero of the Year

celebration this weekend.

I thought I was the only night owl here.

What're you doing up? -Couldn't go back to sleep.

Wow. Who were they? My parents.

I don't want to forget what they looked like.

But art's not my thing.

I can't get it right.

Come on.

State-of-the-art police sketch program.

But it'll work for this, too.

It looks just like them.

Hi, Commissioner Gordon. -What's up, Comish?

Morning. -Babs, I saved you

a seat up here.

Dad, I'll be fine in the back.

But, Babsy Bugs, you might miss something

in my lecture

about the three aspects of a crime

that must be established to determine guilt.

Means, motive and opportunity.

I have the means and motive

to sit by my friends.

So, I'll take this opportunity to use this desk.

Besides, Dad, we'll have plenty of time

together this weekend,

since you're my date to the Hero of the Year ceremony.

Aw. -

All right, students, for today's

forensics assignment

everyone needs a partner.

Partner?

-Oh, yeah!

Cyborg, do you want to be partners?

Sorry, Hawkgirl, me and Katana

make a mean team.

Starfire? -I'm enjoying the

dynamic duosity

of being the partners with Miss Martian.

Ivy.

Frost?

Supergirl? Wonder Woman!

Oh, no.

What up, partner?

Beast Boy.

Let's get forensicin', mama.

I gots it!

You solved the assignment?

Nah, I finally got that itch I couldn't reach.

Oh, yeah. That's the spot.

We have an assignment to do.

Stop monkeying around. -I wasn't monkeyin' around.

This is monkeyin' around.

I can juggle like that.

Beast Boy, get down from there.

Aw, man.

Everybody's always gripin' at me.

It's, "Stop that! Don't go there!

"Get your tail out of my soup,

Beast Boy."

If you want people to take you seriously

as a proper hero,

you can't be so wild.

Could you teach me?

Me? No way.

You need a lion tamer,

or a horse-whisperer, or something.

Please?

I'll think about it.

Yeah, mama!

Oh, fabulous work, Ivy.

Thanks, Mr. Crazy Quilt.

They say you shouldn't gild the lily,

but they didn't say anything about roses.

Oh, spectacular sparkling, Sapphire.

Thanks. I love sparkles.

Cheetah! Put that trophy back where you found it.

"Put that trophy back

where you found it."

This is Lois Lane, live at Super Hero High

where everyone is busy

preparing for the annual Hero of the Year ceremony.

There are two of the nominees now,

Hawkgirl and Cyborg.

Good morning, Lois.

Hey! Shout-out to all my fans out there.

Can I get a "Boo-yah?"

And there's another Hero of the Year

nominee, Katana.

And here's Lady Shiva.

Lady Shiva, what's it feel like to be nominated

for Hero of the Year?

The joy I find in this honor is nearly as great

as the pride

that swelled inside of me, when I defeated the army

of rampaging boogey beasts,

using nothing but my left pinky toe.

Intense.

Ooh, there's Flash.

Uh, is that camera on?

Got to go! And this year's

final nominees,

Wonder Woman and Bumblebee.

What will you do if you win?

I never really thought about it.

I mean, I got a sweet suit that lets me fly,

shrink and Bumblebee blast.

But this isn't the "Best Dress Awards."

As far as hero-ing goes,

my fellow nominee and bestie, Wonder Woman, here,

is straight up on fleek.

Aw, thanks, Bumblebee.

Supergirl and Batgirl, as new students,

you didn't meet the minimum time