I never created DC canon.

Gentleman Ghost began to smile after he walked through the Metropolis bank door and viewed the wide eyes of a crowd.
''The usual crime and there aren't any nosy preachers around to defeat me,'' he muttered. Gentleman Ghost focused on the crowd. He bowed and addressed them in a British accent.

''Gentleman Ghost. At your service. Please drop every gem near me. If you resist? Well, it's not a very good idea to anger apparitions.''

Everyone exchanged glances.

Gentleman Ghost thought he heard footsteps. He looked back.

Invisible eyes widened as soon as Reverend Amos Howell appeared and glowered. He was knocked down after Amos elbowed him.
He thought he heard cop car sirens.

''Why are you here?'' Gentleman Ghost asked.

Amos started to smile.

''Afternoon errands.''

THE END