I never created DC canon.
Reverend Howell glowered from viewing the usual long claws from Smallville animals. How many scratches did he get from animals attacking him with claws? He couldn't and certainly wouldn't remember. How many creatures disrupted every walk in Smallville? He wouldn't and couldn't remember at all. ''Supergirl is probably busy with farm tasks,'' he muttered. Her heat vision and super strength were remembered.
Reverend Howell's scowl remained even when the creature's claws touched his face. The latter's fangs were focused on with wide eyes.
He remembered more than a handful of bite marks on his arms and shoulders occasionally. He fled.
THE END