I never created DC canon.
Amos wondered about his plans for the morning and frowned before Jonathan walked into the kitchen. He tensed. Amos remembered Jonathan
glowering and occasionally ordering him to feed farm animals. The task was sometimes difficult for him if the animals were aggressive. If chickens pursued Amos. Surrounded him.
Amos was also able to recall Jonathan glowering if he returned with the wrong item from running errands in Metropolis. If anything fell out of the bags he carried. If he failed to bring Supergirl home when she broke curfew.
How many chickens were going to surround Amos this time? Were errands going to take all day again?
Amos always dreaded the possibility of Jonathan or Martha Kent forcing him to depart. Endure a life of absolute solitude. To Amos, he was weaker if he didn't have anyone with him. Vulnerable to enemies attacking him with fists or weapons. Different abilities. He had to remain on the Kents' good sides. No matter what.
Jonathan then smiled.
Confused, Amos blinked.
''Supergirl is feeding the animals. You have the morning off,'' Jonathan said.
Amos began to smile and relax. His current plan? His bed seemed good to him.
THE END