I never created DC canon.
''Another donkey noise from you and I'll...''
Supergirl smirked as Amos scowled and carried several boxes in Metropolis. He was barely able to see above them.
''You usually run errands,'' she said. She shrugged. ''You're not exactly useful when crooks are nearby. I always defeat them with kicks or heat vision.''
''I'm a donkey because I carry boxes?'' Amos wished to know.
''HEE-HAW! HEE-HAW! HEE-HAW! HEE-HAW!''
''I was a donkey for Unity when he controlled me?'' Amos muttered.
''HEE-HAW! HEE-HAW! HEE-HAW! HEE-HAW!''
Amos continued to scowl. He glanced at one side of a box. His eyes widened the minute Gentleman Ghost ran from a bank.
Amos remembered Supergirl battling him with heat vision or kicks. He focused on the bag over Gentleman Ghost's shoulder. His scowl returned before a tentacle emerged from his mouth and struck Gentleman Ghost's wrist.
Gentleman Ghost dropped everything and turned to Amos. He tensed.
''Gentleman Ghost is getting ticked off,'' Supergirl said. She frowned. ''I assume he's getting ticked off. His face is invisible.''
The tentacle returned to Amos before he smiled.
''I'm a donkey to you?'' the preacher wished to know.
''Most of the time,'' Supergirl said as his scowl returned and she went to defeat Gentleman Ghost.
THE END