I never created DC characters.
''Is that Ice?'' Frowning and squinting at the same time, Reverend Amos Howell thought he recognized Ice from the recent news. He viewed her aiming hands at the sidewalk and releasing beams that formed layers of ice on it from across the street.
One bag remained near his side.
Reverend Howell glanced at one side before Gentleman Ghost was recognized from previous battles.
A curious expression formed when Gentleman Ghost ran to Ice with bags of cash. ''I remember him always robbing banks or jewelry stores.''
Ice and Reverend Howell's eyes widened after Gentleman Ghost flew above the icy sidewalk.
THE END