While everyone else watched the master and disciple dredge up old grudges with great interest, Stark was already burning with panic. He shouted at Greed, "Hurry up and get someone to stop them!!"
"So not only did you fail to seal the edges properly, you really didn't put reverse safety measures on that disc?" Greed looked at him and asked.
"How was I supposed to know they'd do something like this?!" Stark couldn't help saying. "I've designed plenty of dungeons, you know. Most people follow the rules, and even if a small number want to sabotage things, they wouldn't be this... this..."
"I'm guessing the ones you got matched with were all Batmans and Supermans and the like," Joker said with a cold laugh. "But fair enough. Battleworld is mostly full of superheroes. There aren't many lunatics. But run into even one, and that's enough to give you a headache. Learned your lesson now?"
"Can we not talk about that? What if he really jams the cage?" Stark was frantic. He turned to Scarecrow. "You were the one who came up with the idea for this room. I was only responsible for making it work. If it gets screwed up, that's on you too—"
"The effect I wanted has already been achieved," Scarecrow said, utterly unconcerned. "They only started breaking things after the stage was over, so that has nothing to do with me. If word gets out, you're the one who'll be embarrassed."
Still, Scarecrow looked Stark up and down, then said, "Although this is our first time working together, I can tell you're no good person. When you clear a stage, do you obediently follow the rules and not break anything?"
"That's different. I use my intelligence to crack mechanisms in Mechanical Engineering."
"Then the two of them