I never created Superman TAS.

One scowl materialized on Reverend Amos Howell's face when Supergirl flew to Silver Banshee. He glanced from the bags he held to them.
''I hoped to finish my morning errands without a fight.'' Amos stood with his back against a Metropolis shop. His eyes were on Supergirl while she attempted to kick Silver Banshee near the Metropolis jewelry store she attempted to rob seconds ago. They widened as soon as Silver Banshee seized her ankle.

''Supergirl!''

After Amos winced, he viewed Silver Banshee dropping Supergirl. He almost approached Supergirl when her body contacted the ground and she winced for a moment. Amos watched while she flew up and attacked with heat vision. He glowered with her the minute the enemy stepped to the side.

Silver Banshee opened her mouth and shrieked.

The attack struck Supergirl and knocked her down.

Silver Banshee smiled before she approached the jewelry store window and shrieked another time. She stepped back when glass shattered.

Glowering, Amos ran to Silver Banshee in one attempt to attack her. The sight of her gathering jewelry and flying caused him to pause.
Rare concern formed in his eyes after he turned to Supergirl. He ran to her as she stirred and winced. Amos was gentle while he lifted her. He carried her to their farm in Smallville.

It was the next morning when Supergirl opened her eyes. She sat up and looked around. She was under a blanket and her body no longer ached.
Confusion appeared in her wide eyes the minute they settled on Amos sitting by her bed and resting. His arms were folded across his chest. The brim of his preacher's hat almost concealed his eyes. One smile materialized.

''Thanks.''

Supergirl remained on her bed and fell asleep.

THE END