I never created Superman TAS.
Amos glowered as soon as Supergirl smiled and walked with her arms behind her back. He started to squint. ''What are you up to, Supergirl?''
He glanced from her to the high stack of papers on the kitchen table. It took him fourteen hours to prepare his sermon. His body tensed.
The preacher's eyes were wide the minute Supergirl swatted the pile and caused the papers to scatter. His scowl returned.
''Any reason why you did that?''
Supergirl shrugged. ''Something different to do.''
It was the next day when Amos refused to aid Supergirl after the latter battled a creature.
THE END
