I never created Superman TAS.
Reverend Amos Howell cried out after a large creature scratched his arm. One scowl materialized on his face before he winced. Amos faced Supergirl as she struck and kicked the animal. It was the usual battle prior to lunch. He couldn't recall previous wounds. Especially when Supergirl usually protected him from harm.
Worry appeared in Supergirl's eyes when she glanced at Amos.
The preacher attempted to smile. ''I'll be fine.'' He started to wince again.
Supergirl flew up to avoid the animal's claws before she lifted the body.
''I'm going to the farm for something to eat,'' Amos said.
''What about your arm?'' Supergirl asked.
''I'll be fine!'' Amos repeated. He watched while Supergirl took the creature far from him. He attempted to disregard his scratches as he went home. After he was within a kitchen, he fixed a peanut butter sandwich and chicken soup.
Amos sat by the table and ate his lunch. Scratches were disregarded as he smiled.
THE END