"Do you want to seize the fleet directly? Would that even work?" Spider-Man asked doubtfully. He raised several objections. "Leaving aside all the guards on this ship, how are we supposed to get to the control room? The ship's control room has to be the most heavily guarded place in the entire fleet. Wouldn't going there to take control of the ship be walking right into a trap?"
But Helen, Harley, and Little Bruce said nothing. Spider-Man became a little less confident. He froze for a moment, then asked, "Was there something wrong with what I said?"
Harley pointed at her own head and said, "Think about it more carefully. Don't you feel like these aliens invading Earth give off this... how should I put it... outdated vibe?"
"They're aliens. How could they possibly be from the same era as humans?"
Helen looked around the ship's cabin, then said, "Don't you think this place, and all these people, are filled with a certain lack of imagination?"
"But they're still very powerful. They have so many fleets, and everyone wears that kind of super-protective armor."
"That's not what we mean." Harley shook her head, sat cross-legged on the floor, and said, "We mean they're like generic villains from cartoons decades ago. They're not fashionable at all."
"So?"
"So we can completely deduce their weaknesses using cartoon-villain logic."
Helen knelt on one knee as well and began explaining it to the others.
Schiller heard their conversation through the Necronomicon in Harley's hands. After searching through the memory bank in his High Tower of thought, he finally found the reason for this anomalous existence.
Simply put, after the New 52 reboot, Darkseid's origin story had been changed.
Originally, Darkseid had been the second prince of Apokolips. At the time, his father had been