I never created DC canon.
Gentleman Ghost looked around as he floated above the Metropolis streets. His eyes settled on a woman's fancy necklace while she wandered the streets and smiled. He approached the woman at a snail's pace and seized the necklace before she continued to walk. Gentleman Ghost admired it.
''I'll search for other necklaces and a certain preacher won't battle me this time.''
Gentleman Ghost began to recall Reverend Amos Howell attempting to battle him with a tentacle from his mouth every now and then.
Invisible eyes widened the minute they were on Amos carrying a bag. Even when the latter smirked.
THE END