I never created Superman TAS.
Reverend Amos Howell began to glower when Volcana ran with two bags of cash. ''I guess I'm not going to eat lunch,'' he muttered.
Amos turned to Supergirl as she flew by him. ''I'm not thrilled with you falling asleep this morning.''
Supergirl shrugged and frowned. ''Your church sermon wasn't very interesting,'' she said.
''It took me sixteen hours to prepare the sermon.''
Supergirl's shoulders went up another time.
''Are you going to defeat Volcana?''
''Oh. Right.'' Supergirl flew to Volcana as Amos followed her. ''You should return the money to the Metropolis bank if you don't want me to attack you.'' Supergirl watched as one scowl appeared on Volcana's face. When the latter held the two bags at the same time.
Supergirl was barely able to dodge Volcana's attack after fire formed around the latter's fist. She attempted to fly closer to her.
Supergirl cried out as soon as a fire stream struck her. She winced the minute her body contacted the sidewalk.
Concern appeared in Reverend Amos Howell's eyes after he glanced from Supergirl to Volcana. Glowering again, he focused on the enemy. One tentacle emerged from his mouth and struck Volcana's arm. Amos viewed her scowling and releasing another fire attack. He stepped to the side.
He used the tentacle to strike Volcana another time. Amos watched while she fled with the bags. His scowl remained. Even when he approached Supergirl and carried her.
Two hours later, Amos viewed Supergirl opening her eyes and sitting up on her bed.
Supergirl blinked after confusion filled her eyes.
''I brought you home when Volcana attacked you in Metropolis earlier. I never left your side,'' Amos said.
''Thanks,'' Supergirl said after one smile.
Amos nodded and smiled.
''I might not fall asleep next Sunday morning.''
''Glad to hear it,'' Amos said.
THE END