Harley, sitting nearby, let out a long breath and rubbed the arm she had just raised, now aching a little. "Good thing we came prepared and infused the missiles with Dark Force. Otherwise, we might not have been able to break his armor. The stuff he was wearing was top-notch."
Little Bruce stood before the porthole and looked outside. He saw Batman carrying Steppenwolf away. Then he turned and gave Helen a look. Helen slipped away from the Robins, leaving Harley to explain the whole situation to them, and walked over to Little Bruce.
"Interested in a more exciting adventure?" Little Bruce asked Helen with his arms folded, a wicked smile on his face.
Helen immediately shot back, baring her teeth at him. "What counts as an adventure to you is child's play to me. Go on, what are you plotting now?"
"Just now, I found coordinates for an automatic cruise to Apokolips in the spacecraft components database..."
Helen's eyes immediately widened. "You can't be serious, can you?"
"Even though I don't understand what you mean by 'lame,' I can tell these aliens aren't all that strong. Or rather, their hardware is pretty impressive, but they don't seem to have much of a brain."
Little Bruce turned around and leaned his back against the window. "Aliens with bad brains only come along once in a millennium. Are you really going to settle for just messing around with them like this?"
"Messing around?" Helen raised an eyebrow, glanced around the cabin, and said, "We brought back an entire fleet!"
"But it definitely isn't the best fleet."
"Harley was right. You've gone a little too far off the deep end!"
"Who called me?" Harley strolled over. She glanced back at the younger and older Robins gathered together, all excited over the spaceships,