I never created DC canon.
Metropolis restaurant window menus were focused on after one hour of running several errands. Reverend Amos Howell viewed appetizer choices and turned to a crowd gathering near the restaurant. ''Unity,'' he said after one smirk formed at a snail's pace. He was tempted to gather the crowd for his master before he remembered that Unity wasn't with him any longer. Suddenly frowning, he walked to the door and opened it.
His eyes widened as soon as the waiter eventually informed him that they ran out of pasta. Reverend Howell's frown came back while he ordered a different meal and waited.
THE END