I never created Superman TAS.
Curiosity appeared in Reverend Amos Howell's eyes the minute they were on Martha preparing grilled cheese sandwiches. A smile materialized on his face. She was always good to him. Not like his master. The one responsible for forcing him to become his preacher. The one abandoning him.
Amos recalled Martha taking him in. Never ordering him around or hitting him. He vaguely remembered his feelings for her. Feelings he kept hidden from the rest of the Kents. Rare moments when he blushed near her. The usual smile if she spoiled him.
After Amos sat by the table, he continued to smile.
''Do you have any idea where Kara is, Amos?''
''Hm? Kara is most likely battling creatures as Supergirl. I'm sure she'll return sooner or later.'' Amos viewed Martha serving two grilled cheese sandwiches. He nodded. ''Thanks.'' He lifted a sandwich and brought it to his mouth when Supergirl appeared.
Supergirl frowned and approached Amos at the same time. ''A territorial creature just attacked me. I thought I would ask for extra help.'' She focused on Amos.
Scowling, Amos tensed. ''I'm eating lunch. I'll aid you later,'' he said.
''The creature is going to wreck every building. We have to protect people from it.''
''What am I going to do? Preach about the monster being bad and order it to turn good?'' His eyes were wide as soon as Supergirl lifted him and he dropped his sandwich on the plate. Even when she carried him and flew from the farm.
Worry appeared in Reverend Howell's eyes when he imagined Martha frowning and viewing two sandwiches that were going to be cold.
THE END