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Supergirl turned to Reverend Amos Howell as he frowned within one Metropolis jewelry shop. ''Are you worried about a villain appearing and attacking us?'' Supergirl viewed him nodding. She smiled. ''I'll protect you. I won't be careless this time.''
''Exactly. You were careless and I suffered from internal injuries.''
''I protected you when Gentleman Ghost haunted a diner recently,'' Supergirl said.
''Mm hm. You also battled Volcana as I attempted to finish my lunch of orange chicken.''
Supergirl nodded. She refused to recall other past moments. Wearing earplugs as Reverend Amos Howell performed a sermon marathon. Accidentally wrecking her expensive item. The preacher's complicated relationship with her. Supergirl tossing one expensive toy to the side.
Scowling, Amos looked back and stretched his arm.
Supergirl's eyes widened the minute Gentleman Ghost materialized and struggled as Amos held him up.
''How did you know I was here? I thought I could seize valuables,'' Gentleman Ghost said.
Amos smiled. ''I heard your footsteps.''
THE END