I never created DC characters.
Amos began to glower as soon as his eyes were on the empty streets of Metropolis. The usual crowds weren't present. Not even stray animals were in the alley. He looked into a restaurant window. One waitress walked by a table. He wasn't hungry enough to step into the restaurant.
''I'll locate a form of unity sooner or later,'' Amos muttered.
The preacher's eyes widened the minute they were on three men fleeing from a bank with money.
Smiles appeared on the robbers' faces. They surrounded Amos to see if he had anything valuable.
Amos recalled his wish for unity.
THE END