I never created DC canon.
Concern appeared in Reverend Howell's eyes the minute Supergirl walked into the kitchen with hunched shoulders.
Amos disregarded the coffee cup on the table and focused on Supergirl. ''Why are you exhausted?'' he wished to know.
He watched as she turned to him and frowned.
''There were a lot of Smallville creatures. You shouldn't worry. I defeated them with heat vision and super strength.''
''Would you like anything?''
The corner of Supergirl's mouth went up. She went upstairs.
Concern remained in the preacher's eyes even when he found Supergirl on her bed.
Amos smiled. He didn't worry.
Supergirl held toys.
THE END