"Dark energy is great and all, but there's no point in taking it from this universe to another." Harley looked at Little Bruce and said, "Since this universe has a door that leads to the Dark World, ours definitely has one too. It might even be beneath Gotham. We can find it if we go back and search carefully."
"What do you want to do, then?" Helen asked.
"Did you notice that the armor on that guy who came through just now was a little unusual?" Harley widened her eyes slightly as she recalled, "I attached the dark energy I got to my blade. It should have been incredibly powerful, but it only left a few marks on his gauntlet."
"Is that really so strange? Didn't he say they were a fairly powerful advanced civilization? Maybe he was some kind of minor leader. It'd be normal for him to have highly defensive armor," Helen said.
But Little Bruce frowned. "No, I agree with Harley. There's definitely something wrong with that armor, because I know exactly how powerful this dark energy is."
"The god in charge of this energy in that Dark World holds a very high divine rank." Little Bruce sat cross-legged on the ground, dipped a finger into a nearby puddle, and drew on the floor as he spoke. "I've experienced Nyarlathotep's power, yet he could contend with Nyarlathotep in the mental world without falling behind. That proves he is entirely different from the beings of this universe, and the Primal Power he possesses is far stronger than the energy used by civilizations in this universe."
"So you want to get your hands on metal with that kind of strength?" Helen asked.
"No, it didn't withstand the attack because the metal itself was strong." Spider-Man suddenly spoke up. "When