I never created Superman TAS.
Reverend Amos Howell frowned while he glanced at the kitchen window. His body tensed as he remembered battling a few villains in Metropolis recently. Volcana. Livewire. The occasional creature in Smallville. He recalled being injured by them. Every electric attack. Every burn. Scratches with bite marks from the creatures.
One smile replaced the preacher's frown when he also remembered Supergirl protecting him. Her attacks as she defeated Livewire, Volcana, etc. Heat vision. Every kick and punch from her.
Amos continued to smile. Eyes were on the window another time. He shrugged and turned to the Kents.
The happy preacher ate with his family. A form of unity without villains outside.
THE END