Schiller cursed inwardly.
He had his own troubles too. Pride and his apprentice were clearly planning something huge, and watching from the sidelines made him nervous.
To put it bluntly, both of them were detective types. They were better at following a thread to unravel a mystery than acting like puppet masters, using multiple threads to drive events forward.
Greed created one thread, then used another to push it along, then brought in more threads to support them, eventually weaving them into a dense Web that slowly propelled events onward.
But Pride and Bruce took apart one thread, then another, piled up all the results of their dismantling, and waited for a critical moment to shove everything in at once, turning it into fuel that sent the rocket soaring.
So it was easy to imagine that they were bound to take risks, and considerable ones at that. But because of their principle of independence, Greed could not directly tell them what to do.
Besides, it was too late to interfere now. Unless he had stepped in when Pride first started stirring things up in Gotham, there was no point lecturing them about risks now that the fuel was ready and the rocket had been built. The fire had to be lit, whether they wanted it to be or not.
So all Greed could do now was try his best to cover for them. The first thing he needed to do was find a reliable Gauntlet in the DC Universe.
After thinking it over, he realized he barely knew anyone in the DC Universe, and the others might not meet his requirements anyway. In the end, Main Universe Batman was still the most reliable choice.
Greed had never liked dealing with Batman. The man was both seriously deranged and far too