Mister Mxyzptlk looked the same as ever: a round body, a round head, and a ridiculous little round hat.
No one knew whether all Fifth-Dimensional Beings looked like this, but they seemed to have a particular fondness for circles.
He had been cursing when he first appeared, but after noticing a group of people gathered around staring at him—and realizing Damian had been the one speaking—his expression shifted from anger to suspicion, then from suspicion to understanding.
"So you tricked me, didn't you, Bat-Kid? The Superman actor hasn't been replaced."
"I'm Robin, not the Bat-Kid you keep talking about." Damian approached expressionlessly and looked at the Little Dwarves before him. "As for these actors you mentioned, I don't know anything about that. I only heard Deadpool say that we all live in a movie and everyone is an actor. So I thought that perhaps the way you Fifth-Dimensional Beings see things is as so-called viewers."
After hearing Damian's words, Mister Mxyzptlk took a deep breath and blinked.
"You actually managed to analyze all that from the ramblings of a lunatic like Deadpool. Very impressive. But no matter how well you perform, I'm not interested in you. You found the wrong person. The Bat-Family should go find Bat-Mite; that idiot loves you people most. All right, I'm going back to sleep. See you around, everyone. It's not time for my games with Superman yet."
That so-called game time was an unspoken arrangement between him and Superman. Every three months, Mister Mxyzptlk would visit Superman to pull pranks and play games.
Not a day more, not a day less—exactly ninety days apart.
After all these years, both sides understood it without saying anything. Mister Mxyzptlk considered himself the most important person in Superman's life, so he greatly enjoyed this little secret shared