I never created Superman TAS.
A scowl formed on Reverend Amos Howell's face when one Smallville creature paced near the kitchen window. He stood and glanced at the Kents. Concern in Martha's eyes. Jonathan tilting his head to one side in confusion. Supergirl's frown. He started to tense.
The creature was going to suffer for disrupting the form of unity.
''I finished supper to begin with. I'll return for dessert,'' Amos said to the Kents. He walked to the door and opened it.
He glowered at the hungry creature.
Supergirl appeared before his eyes widened. She smiled.
''Our evening. Unity?'' Amos muttered.
Supergirl nodded.
Unity.
THE END