I never created DC characters.
''Fries and cheeseburgers for lunch?'' Supergirl asked while she walked near Reverend Amos Howell's side.
''I guess,'' Reverend Howell replied with a slight shrug of the shoulders. He started to look into one alley for any of the usual Metropolis crooks. One trash can was near a wall. His eyes flew open as soon as the can lid moved. Reverend Howell relaxed the minute a stray cat emerged from the can with fish bones in its mouth. ''Hopefully the cat ate a bit of fish,'' he muttered.
Reverend Howell glanced at the cat before he walked to a small restaurant.
THE END