I never created DC characters.
The man smiled after he gathered valuables and cash from the wide-eyed people within the Metropolis bank.
One bag was over his shoulder. He ran out of the bank and down the street. His eyes were on a few buildings. There weren't any signs of Supergirl being present. The same with the preacher always by her side.
Although the man never crossed paths with Supergirl or the preacher, he remembered hearing about them via media. A photo of Supergirl carrying the usual bank robber. The man of the cloth blocking a crook's path. He wasn't going to be captured by them. ''I don't see them. They won't appear,'' he muttered.
The robber couldn't even hear the sounds of police car sirens. Fine with him.
After the man turned a corner, he saw one abandoned building. His usual hideout.
Eyes were wide the minute they were on Supergirl descending in front of him. He recognized her from photographs. Her blonde hair and light blue eyes. The yellow and red S on her shirt. One red cape and blue skirt. Gloves with boots.
Supergirl frowned. ''Going somewhere?''
The bank robber dropped the bag before the preacher appeared. His eyes remained wide even as the latter approached the bag and lifted it. He found himself carried by Supergirl while she flew above the streets. He thought he viewed a small smile on her face.
Going somewhere?
The crook struggled after he viewed a prison.
THE END