I never created Superman TAS.
Supergirl began to frown when she glanced from one chocolate cake to a door. She remembered Reverend Howell mentioning running errands in Smallville twenty minutes ago. ''I'll eat the entire cake if the preacher doesn't appear in ten minutes,'' she muttered. Supergirl wondered if Amos was distracted by a crowd and preached about unity for many minutes. Most likely. The other possibility?
Supergirl's eyes bulged.
''I remember creatures approaching the preacher occasionally. Biting his arm. Scratching his back. I usually save him from territorial and hungry creatures.''
Concern appeared in eyes as soon as the door opened. They were on Amos while he frowned and held two bags. Supergirl watched as he placed them on a counter. While he approached the table and sat across from her.
Supergirl viewed bite marks on Reverend Howell's arm.
''The territorial creature turned and fled,'' Amos said as he glanced from his arm to Supergirl. He smiled. ''I'll be fine.''
Supergirl started to slide the cake to Amos. ''I'll have another cake later,'' she said before she smiled.
''Thanks.''
Amos almost wished for another creature to bite his arm. Almost.
THE END