"You need to take a stand."
Damian watched the round-headed Gnome pacing through the acid rain as though he were watching a rolling melon. He knew Mister Mxyzptlk's personality. Besides loving pranks, he also loved talking.
Put simply, he was like a talk-show host who needed someone to feed him setups. That sped up both his thinking and his actions.
"Superman is mine! No one can take him away! He belongs here!"
Mister Mxyzptlk angrily waved his fists, clenching both hands before his chest and shaking his head wildly, as though Austrian Corporal had possessed him. Spittle flew everywhere as he spoke:
"What 'Blank'? I've never even heard of it! What kind of new character is that? And now Pralaya has shown up too—what is she joining in for? What am I supposed to do? What can I do?"
Clearly, learning about Superman's recent ordeal had driven him somewhat mad. He could not understand how Earth-0 had become like this, and for the moment, he had no idea what to do.
Other than pacing back and forth along the dock's pier, cursing, and scratching at the little hair he had left, he did not want to do anything else for the time being.
"Hey, stop spinning around. It's making me dizzy." Harley crouched down and grabbed the little man's clothes, stopping his needless movements. "Since you don't have any ideas, why not hear out our plan? Use your superpowers to work with us. How about it?"
"Huh? So this is why you were waiting for me?"
Mister Mxyzptlk's eyes widened as he looked at Harley's face. But the little lunatic merely smiled, revealing nothing through her expression, so he continued:
"So you brought me here because you had your eye on my powers? That won't do. Fifth-Dimensional energy is far