I never created Superman TAS.
Reverend Amos Howell refused to look back as he fled from two bank robbers in Metropolis. Frowning, he recalled viewing them running out of the building a few seconds earlier. Approaching the robbers and causing them to pause. Viewing confusion in their wide eyes. His usual introduction. Using one Southern accent with a gentle tone.
''The Reverend Amos Howell. I'm here to advise you to return everything to the bank.''
''Nosy preacher!''
Reverend Howell's eyes widened after he was pursued.
Eyes were on a few shops. Amos turned a corner before he ran into the first store he viewed. There were a few other people. One cashier focused on a client. Amos remained by a window. He smiled after the men ran by it. ''I'm safe in here.''
Amos remembered previous villains he battled. The ones he usually defeated in Metropolis. Livewire. Silver Banshee. Volcana.
''I'm safe in here.''
The preacher's eyes were wide again as soon as Silver Banshee appeared by the store window. He thought she viewed him and smirked.
Amos placed his hands on either side of his head the minute she shrieked.
THE END