I never created DC characters.
Amos nodded and smiled when fried chicken with mashed potatoes were placed on a table. He watched as a waitress left before he bit into a wing.
He turned to Kara while she ate potatoes. There was sudden worry in his eyes. One frown appeared. Amos tensed.
''Villains aren't going to attack us while we eat,'' Kara said.
''How do you know?''
Amos viewed a man running into the table. His eyes widened the minute the latter managed to knock it down. They settled on the bag of cash that the man held. Even when he ran another time.
Kara tilted her head to the side when Amos stood and scowled. She understood why he was enraged after she viewed their food on the ground.
Kara watched as Amos pursued the bank robber.
''I should remember to never knock a preacher's lunch down.''
THE END