I never created Superman TAS.
One smile appeared on Supergirl's face when she flew to a territorial creature by trees in Smallville. ''Two hours after curfew. The nosy preacher never saw me,'' she muttered. Supergirl focused on the creature and struck her palm. She heard a man's familiar voice. Her eyes widened.
''You should be in bed!'' Reverend Amos Howell said as he scowled.
''I'm trying to protect people,'' Supergirl said after she frowned.
''People are resting. Probably. Go to bed!''
''Battling a creature.''
Amos continued to scowl before he opened his mouth and a tentacle emerged. It wrapped around Supergirl's waist. He turned and carried her to their farm even when she struggled. He had no idea what the creature was going to do. After he released Supergirl, he departed from her bedroom. Amos hoped that she was going to remain there for the rest of the evening. His back was against the door.
A smirk formed. Amos was certain that he was going to hear her if she attempted to sneak out again.
THE END