I never created Superman TAS.
One scowl materialized on Reverend Amos Howell's face when a territorial creature appeared near many trees in Smallville.
''Father bears always protect their young,'' he said to it. Amos couldn't be careless. He considered the possibilities of injuries such as scratches or the animal breaking his arm. He turned to Supergirl as she frowned. Amos remembered her breaking curfew moments ago.
''Are you attempting to protect others again?'' Amos wished to know.
''Super strength. Flight. Remember?''
Amos ducked when the creature attempted to scratch him. He viewed Supergirl approaching the animal and elbowing its side.
His eyes were wide for a split second. ''I guess daughters protect their fathers occasionally,'' he muttered after the creature fled.
Supergirl and Amos went to their farm. After they walked into a kitchen, they viewed brownies on the counter. They exchanged smiles.
Flawless midnight snacks.
THE END