I never created Superman TAS.
Supergirl approached the front door and smiled. She looked forward to shopping with Amos in Metropolis. Maybe battling one crook or more.
''Preacher! It's time for us to go to Metropolis!'' She never heard footsteps. One frown materialized on her face.
Supergirl started to look back for a moment. ''Hmm? Preacher?''
After Supergirl walked into a kitchen, she glanced at everything. The chairs remained empty. She recalled Amos feeding the animals sometimes.
''I already fed the farm animals,'' she muttered. Supergirl checked the living room and it was the same as the kitchen. She attempted to remember his previous location.
It was the other evening when Supergirl broke curfew in order to battle the usual Smallville creature by the farm.
Supergirl heard footsteps and turned her head. Wide eyes settled on Amos as he scowled. ''Oh. Right. My curfew.'' She cried out when the creature's tail struck her. She collapsed and stirred.
Amos used a tentacle from his mouth to attack the creature before he suffered the same fate as Supergirl.
The animal was attacked by Supergirl and Amos. Another tentacle attack from him and a few kicks thanks to her. It fled.
The flashback ended before Supergirl flew up the stairs and looked into his bedroom.
Amos wore his usual blouse with blue boxers as he slumbered on a blanket. Hands were beneath one side of his face.
''I'll wait.''
Supergirl's smile returned before she tucked Amos in. Even when she remained by the bed.
THE END