I never created DC Animated Universe characters.
Amos placed a hand on his hot forehead after one Smallville creature fled from Supergirl's recent attack. He winced.
He thought he viewed concern in Supergirl's eyes. ''I'll be fine. It's just a fever.'' Amos went inside and up the stairs. After he was in his bedroom, he fell on the bed.
''A bit of rest.''
Amos started to shut his eyes. Muscle aches were why he winced every now and then. ''I can't battle. I can't even perform a sermon.''
Eyes opened slowly. He got under a blanket and pulled it up to his neck. He was curled up.
Amos wondered if Supergirl battled another creature. He remembered helping her with battles occasionally. Using a tentacle from his mouth or chest to attack the enemy. Confusion appeared in his eyes when he heard footsteps by the door. Then near the bed. He glanced at Supergirl while she frowned and held a glass of water with him.
After Amos took the glass, he sat up and sipped. ''Thanks,'' Amos said as he smiled.
''No problem. You protect me from enemies when you can. You help out with farm tasks.''
''I spoil you sometimes?'' Amos guessed.
''Well...''
Amos smiled and then fell asleep.
A few days later, Supergirl glowered when Amos was healthy enough to perform a sermon marathon.
THE END