I never created Superman TAS.
Amos glanced at Supergirl as she walked by the kitchen table with her arms behind her back. There was something about her smile that he loathed.
His eyes settled on the stack of papers for a sermon. They widened when she swatted the papers. The minute they scattered and fell on the floor. His lower lip trembled. Fourteen hours of preparing the sermon.
Amos started to scowl.
''Maybe you'll remember what you did to me recently.''
Confused, Amos blinked. He then recalled approaching Jonathan and Martha Kent. Mentioning that Supergirl never returned from patrol. When he viewed them scowling at Supergirl after she returned. A little after midnight. Martha and Jonathan refusing to let Supergirl go outside for a week. Several moments consisting of his daughter sticking her tongue out at him if she saw him.
Amos scowled another time. He went upstairs and into his bedroom. He stretched his arms. Amos collapsed on the bed and began to shut his eyes.
Hours later, Amos woke up and got out of bed. His eyes were wide again the minute he viewed Supergirl frowning and stacking papers.
Her sudden smile.
''It took me hours to write another sermon for you. Truce?''
Amos smiled. ''Truce.''
THE END