I never created Superman TAS.
Reverend Howell focused on eating a slice of carrot cake while he remained by the kitchen table.
It was almost midnight when he remembered giving Supergirl a curfew consisting of being home before that particular time. He faced the window and wondered if she located any Smallville animals to battle. Hungry animals. Ones that were territorial. ''Maybe I should check on her,'' Reverend Howell said with worry in his dark eyes.
The cake slice was finished before Reverend Howell glanced at the clock.
Exactly midnight.
Reverend Howell thought he viewed Supergirl opening the door slowly before he glowered at her.
THE END