I never created DC canon.
Reverend Amos Howell's eyes widened the minute he was near one dark house in Metropolis. He thought he heard footsteps and walked to the door. Amos looked into a window for a moment. Dust seemed to conceal the floor. There were a few chairs and one table. ''I thought the house was abandoned,'' he muttered.
Amos opened the door and stepped inside.
Footsteps were heard again.
Eyes were wide as soon as a form materialized nearby. One spirit without a face and dressed in a Victorian era suit. His top hat and monocle appeared to float.
Amos started to frown after he recognized the spirit. He viewed him bowing. Heard the apparition as he addressed him in a British accent.
''Gentleman Ghost. At your service.''
Amos glowered as he recalled viewing Gentleman Ghost fleeing from the banks and jewelry shops he robbed in Metropolis. He remembered Gentleman Ghost always vanishing. ''You're not going to vanish this time.''
''Hmm?''
Amos used a tentacle from his mouth to contact Gentleman Ghost's shoulder and knock him down. It returned to him when the latter stood.
''I'm going to break your arm!'' Gentleman Ghost snapped.
One smirk formed on the preacher's face.
''You're not being a gentleman,'' Amos said.
Confusion suddenly filled the preacher's eyes when Gentleman Ghost tensed.
''True,'' Gentleman Ghost muttered. He looked around. ''There aren't any valuables here,'' he muttered. Gentleman Ghost focused on Amos and vanished.
THE END