I never created Superman TAS.
A frown formed on Reverend Amos Howell's face after he sat up on his bed. He winced from hunger and got out of bed. His bare feet touched the floor as he adjusted his pajamas. Amos attempted to decide on which midnight snack to eat. The chocolate cake slice in the refrigerator? Apples? a slice of cake seemed good to him.
Amos began to walk by the Kents' bedroom. One smile then replaced his frown the minute he viewed Martha and Jonathan resting. He remembered the Kents taking him in when his master abandoned him long ago. He found unity with them. Amos paused near Kara's bedroom. His eyes were on her while she had her back to him.
Kara was always like a daughter to Amos. Even when she played a variety of pranks on him. Tossing his underwear out the window. Holding his sermon papers above the toilet. She protected him from enemies as Supergirl. Smiled with him occasionally.
Amos went downstairs in absolute darkness. He remembered where the refrigerator was and smiled again. He opened the refrigerator door quickly.
Confusion formed in his eyes the minute he heard a girl's cry. His frown came back. ''Hmm?'' Amos began to squint.
''Preacher!''
His eyes were wide the minute he recognized Kara's voice. ''Kara! I never heard you here,'' Amos said. He bit his lip and wondered if she was hungry.
''Yes.''
''I apologize for not seeing you there.''
Amos winced the minute the light was switched on. His eyes were on Kara as she held her arm and scowled.
''Ever heard of turning the lights on?'' Kara snapped.
THE END
