Since they had to find the last safe, they had to split up. Now it was time to test their luck. No matter how formidable Batman was, he could only catch one person. The one he caught might not be the one he wanted, but it would definitely be the one he ran into.
Among these people, there was no need to say whose luck was the worst. After separating from the others, Greed had not even made it half a floor before he saw the tall figure blocking the doorway.
"What did you see in your fear?" Arkham Batman advanced unhurriedly, his steps steady and pressing. But that low voice and those heavy footsteps were like a death knell.
The background music rose again. This variation carried an ethereal quality like morning bells and evening drums, calling to mind the swaying lights outside a window on some sorrowful night. Greed stood there, looked at Arkham Batman, and said, "When your child left you, when you could never find him no matter how long you searched, whatever you saw was what I saw."
Arkham Batman's steps halted. Greed continued, "Those unspeakable fears came from you, and they were reflected truthfully in us as well. Being oppressed, isolated, struck, controlled, abandoned..."
Arkham Batman did not know what they had encountered, but he could roughly imagine it. These unspeakable fears came from Arkham Batman's own experiences. Superman felt the darkness he had felt in Gotham. Matt felt the terrifying hallucinations of sensory disorder after being infected with the Joker Virus. Agent felt his torment at being unable to reconcile with himself. Lucifer felt a tragic destiny that seemed anchored in place. Greed felt the lonely helplessness of everyone drifting farther and farther away from him.
At the same time, however, these tragedies