I never created Superman TAS.
Curiosity was why Reverend Amos Howell found himself on a tall building. He glanced at crowds as they wandered the Metropolis streets.
Amos started to smile. ''Unity,'' he muttered. Heights never bothered Amos. Something that did bother him? Solitude.
Amos looked back. His eyes were on the empty area. One frown began to replace his smile. The preacher's shoulders slumped.
''Solitude.''
Amos continued to frown as he remembered Supergirl always flying above streets. Viewing crowds walking everywhere. He attempted to remember her location. Oh. Right. The usual patrol.
''Since when do you stand on rooftops?''
Eyes were wide for a split second.
Amos turned back. His eyes were on Supergirl as she smiled.
''I never located any crooks and remembered you mentioning wandering earlier.''
''It was curiosity. I remembered solitude and frowned again.'' Amos focused on Supergirl. One form of unity.
Amos smiled again.
THE END