"Tch." Joker clicked his tongue with a dark expression. "Why didn't it soak that big marshmallow until he swelled up?"
"Come on. Your jealousy's written all over your face." Scarecrow folded his arms as he looked at the surveillance screen in front of him, and even he couldn't help sighing in admiration. "Batman really is Batman. Fast as if he'd peeked at the answers. As for Superman... without him, the game couldn't have started anyway."
"See? I told you we should've electrified the water," Stark said, arms folded. The shifting light from the screen played across his silver-white armor in brilliant ripples, but the words coming out of his mouth were downright chilling.
"We got the dimensions wrong," Mephisto said, sounding a little troubled. "Greed, you didn't say there would be female players. An adult man can't bend through that gap, but a woman might still be able to turn through it."
"No, no, no," Greed said. "This has nothing to do with men or women. Miss Quizer is just more flexible. If you swapped in someone with stiffer limbs, they definitely couldn't do it either. Besides, she was able to hang her entire body's weight from her own clavicle. That also requires very firm willpower. Clearing it that way is fine."
"That's right." Stark nodded, clearly agreeing with Greed. "She made it look easy, but in reality, exerting force to kick from that position is insanely hard. Try it yourself and you'll know. But you were right about one thing—we do need to watch the dimensions. Should we make the later passages and the like a little smaller?"
"No need," Greed said. "Women tend to be smaller, so while they have an advantage passing through narrow mechanisms, their muscle strength is correspondingly lower. It's still relatively balanced. There's no