I never created DC canon.
Supergirl had no idea why Amos frowned near crowds. ''I thought you liked the concept of unity,'' she said after she frowned with him. She watched as he turned to her. When his shoulders went up at a snail's pace.
''I usually like unity. Yet my past haunts me sometimes,'' Amos muttered.
''Oh?''
''Mm hmm. I recall my master forcing me to become his preacher. Ordering me to preach about the concept of being together.
To use a sweet tone. Lead everyone into a revival tent where he would become one with them. If I refused?'' He shuddered.
''I see,'' Supergirl muttered. She then smiled.
''You're not going to suffer any longer.''
Supergirl and Amos eventually went to their kitchen where Martha stood by a table. They sat near it. They viewed Martha walking to a counter and returning with two bowls.
Amos shuddered. Perhaps a bowl of stew was his punishment for when he was Unity's preacher.
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