I never created DC canon.
Wide eyes never bothered Gentleman Ghost. The monocle on his invisible face was adjusted. His top hat was lifted. He reached into the side of his coat and revealed a flintlock pistol.
''Gentleman Ghost. Please drop every bit of cash by me. Every jewel,'' he said in a polite tone and British accent.
Everyone within the Metropolis bank began to reveal cash with valuables. Necklaces. Bracelets. They were dropped near Gentleman Ghost.
After Gentleman Ghost collected everything and placed them in his coat, he nodded at a snail's pace. He turned to the door and walked to it.
He suddenly remembered battling the occasional superhero. Cyclone. Stargirl. If they appeared and battled him? Gentleman Ghost wondered if he was quick enough to phase. He returned the pistol to his coat.
The door was opened.
Gentleman Ghost viewed Cyclone's wide eyes as she pursued a tornado. Even when it lifted Stargirl and caused her to scowl.
Gentleman Ghost smiled. ''My enemies are already defeated,'' he said. Gentleman Ghost continued to smile before he vanished.
THE END