Bruce Wayne and The Rock are stuck in Escape Room Malfunction and forced to have a deep conversation.

"This isn't like any trap I've faced, Rock," Bruce Wayne muttered, scanning the room. "No calculated criminal mind, just...chaos."

The Rock flexed, a small smile playing on his lips. "Know this, Bruce, chaos can be conquered. It just needs a bigger, stronger force."

"Strength alone won't solve this riddle," Wayne countered, his eyes narrowed in thought. "It requires understanding the pattern, the intention behind the malfunction."

"Intention? Sometimes, brother, there ain't no intention, just life throwing a curveball," The Rock said, his voice laced with hard-earned wisdom.

Wayne paused, considering. "Perhaps. But even chaos operates within parameters. Find those limits, and we find our way out."

"That's the thing about limits, they're made to be broken," The Rock boomed, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Just like my personal best on the bench press!"

"Breaking isn't always the answer, Dwayne," Wayne sighed, rubbing his temples. "Sometimes, it's about finding the key that unlocks the door."

"Key or not, I'm always ready to lay the smack down on any obstacle in our way," The Rock declared, cracking his knuckles.

"Violence is a last resort, Rock. We have to think strategically," Bruce insisted, his gaze unwavering.

"Alright, alright, smart guy," The Rock chuckled, a hint of respect in his voice. "But if thinking gets us nowhere, it's Rock Bottom time for this room!"