I never created Superman TAS.

One smile formed on Reverend Amos Howell's face after he opened the fridge door. His eyes were on a large slice of chocolate cake. He took the paper plate before he closed the door. Amos walked to the kitchen table and viewed a fork on it. A few seconds later, he lifted the fork and used it to devour a bit of the slice. His smile remained.

The flawless midnight snack.

Amos recalled eating a chocolate cake slice every midnight. Ever since Supergirl and her family took him in. He couldn't recall eating any cake slices when he was Unity's preacher. Before his master abandoned him. Amos always wandered and searched for new victims for his master to become one with in Smallville's revival tent. He also remembered every moment with Martha and Jonathan Kent.

Was Amos the errand boy for the Kents? Sometimes. Amos smirked. He was Unity's preacher. Yet Martha and Jonathan never injured Amos if they scowled at him. If Supergirl wasn't in bed. If he never protected her from creatures in Smallville.

Amos devoured every remaining bit of his cake before he got rid of the plate. He stretched his arms and smiled. Amos walked to his bedroom and paused. Frowning, he wondered if Supergirl's bed was empty again. He recalled glancing at the bedroom earlier. Viewing her resting. His shoulders began to slump.

There was a glance at Supergirl's bedroom. One empty bed.

''I should board up the bedroom window,'' Amos muttered. His frown remained. ''Right. Right. Right. Supergirl's strength.''

After Amos stepped into his bedroom, he found his preacher clothes on a chair. He replaced his blouse and boxers with his regular outfit. A black suit with matching shoes. A string tie on another blouse. One hat with a wide brim. He abandoned his bedroom and glanced at the Kents' bed.

The corner of the preacher's mouth went up. His eyes were on Martha as she wrapped her arms around Jonathan.

Although Martha rarely scowled at Amos, she also complimented him after he completed tasks such as feeding chickens. Amos continued to smile as he recalled Martha always baking a chocolate cake for him. Mentioning he was a good man every now and then.

Amos walked into the kitchen when he heard footsteps. His eyes flew open before he looked back.