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Chapter 10

I was on full alert. Whatever was inside, was certainly not good. I took a deep breath and ripped the door open. I immediately took a defensive stance. Unfortunately, what was waiting for me was very anticlimactic.

My mother turned her head from her seat on the couch. "Hi Honey." She smirked. Wait, did she just call me honey? She sat on the couch in her comfy PJ's with a bowl of popcorn in her lap and the TV on some old Black and White movie.

"Is...is everything alright?" I questioned reluctantly.

"Yeah, everything's fine." She replied. "Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine. I heard yelling." I explained, dropping my guard. My mother chuckled.

"It was just the movie." She giggled.

"Oh...okay." I said. Well, that was unexpected. My life wasn't in peril for a change. Awesome!

"Come sit." She said, patting the spot on the couch next to her. Eh, what the heck. I made my way to the couch and sat down next to her.

"What'cha watching?" I asked as I grabbed a handful of popcorn.

"The Terror." She replied.

"One of those cheesy old timey horror movies eh?" I giggled. Mother didn't find that very amusing.

"It's a horror classic." She replied. "Much better than the remake. Hollywood always has to ruin it."

"Since when did you become such a movie buff?" I questioned. I didn't think that woman had ever sat through a movie in her life without getting up to answer a work call.

"It was a complementary movie." She answered.

"Aw." I replied. That made sense. She probably texted the whole time anyway.

"The villain is a brilliant actor." My mom whispered to me.

"Yeah, he's not half bad." I replied. I continued watching the movie with her until the end of the movie, right after the big dramatic finale I decided to call it a night. Well, this mother daughter time was nice. However, I was exhausted. Being kidnapped really takes a lot of you. "Alright Mom. I'm gonna hit the hay. It's been a long week."

"Alright, Sarina." She smirked. "Good night." She continued watching the movie as I got up and made my way towards one of the bedrooms. "NOT THAT ONE!" I jumped at my mother's harsh tone. "Sorry sweetie...but that's my room. Your room is the one next to it."

"Oh...okay." I awkwardly replied. Something was up with my mom. Something big. "Night." I made my way into the room my mother was talking about. It was a small room. Twin bed, closet. The basics. However the bed had an excellent view of the city. Not too shabby. I soon realized I was still in the purple dress. I think I'll keep this. It was super sexy. My mom would have never let me wear it. Wait...why didn't she say anything? Okay. Something was up with her. I need to figure this out. As soon as I changed into my PJ's, I realized I needed to act. Something was wrong with Dr. Gibson. And something told me that my questions would be answered in the master bedroom. So what was my plan? I wait until she falls asleep. Then my Ace Ventura Detective skills will come into play. God, I need to stop watching that movie.

I waited patiently by the door for what felt like an eternity. In all actuality it was probably a half an hour. Just long enough for my mom to start going to bed. As soon as I heard the TV click off, footsteps came toward my room. I practically sprinted towards the bed as I ripped up the sheets and crawled underneath. Was my mom checking on me? She doesn't check on me. This was worse than i thought.

The door opened just a crack. I heard a deep chuckle.

"Easy." It chuckled as the door quietly clicked shut. Shit. I slipped out of bed silently and peeked through the key hole. It was too dark to see anything. I could hear the same deep voice from earlier though. "Yeah, out like a light." Pause. "I'm working on it. Just gotta make sure the doc doesn't get in the way, if you know what I mean." "Yes, as long as I get my share of the money!" Who the hell is this guy working for? Okay. I needed to end this before he got off of the phone. I slowly opened the door as I crawled towards the master bedroom. My movements were slow and virtually silent. I couldn't alert...whoever this was, of my presence. What has he done with my mom? As I made it to the bedroom I slowly cracked open the door. There she was. My mother was tied up on the bed. Wearing her best business suit with running mascara and everything. There's no way she changed outfits and applied makeup right before she was tied up and kidnapped. Again, this was bad. I rushed over to her as I begin to untie her knots.

"It's okay mom, I'm going to get you out of here." I said, trying to calm her down.

"So, it is going to be harder than I thought." The voice muttered. I snapped around towards the intruder in the door. It was my mother. In her PJ's and all.

"Mom?" I questioned, shocked. I turned back towards the woman on the bed and again back to the woman in the door. "But you...she...what? What are you?"

"Allow me to help you understand." The deep voice coming from my mother's voice replied. Soon, she began to change. Her face shifted and morphed as...it wasn't my mother at all. It grew taller and wider...and...gooier. A giant dripping creature stood before me. It could only be...

"Clayface..." I whispered in awe.

"The one and only." He gargled in his dark voice. With that, he transformed into Commissioner Gordon. "Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. That's really up to you." I looked around the room for any sort of support. C'mon, I was resourceful! I could figure this out. That's when I noticed a fire escape outside the window. Okay, perfect. Now...how do I get there? I noticed a small glass of water on my mom's bedside table. Now what did they say in science class about clay and ice? On an impulse, I grabbed the cup and splashed the ice cold water on him. He stumbled with an annoyed grunt as I noticed his skin turned blue, for only a moment. That's all I needed as I rushed towards the window. "Hard it is." I ripped open the window and jumped onto the fire escape. A clay hand had instantly wrapped around me, trying to pull me back in.

"Not today, Lameface." I groaned as I slammed the window closed. The clay hand fell limp as I ran down the steps.

Finally I had made it to the alleyway. I had to stop fro a minute to gather my breath. God, running down 12 stories is no easy task. Okay, I needed to save my mom. The only way I could even think of doing that was calling Batman. He would no what to do. As soon as I had decided that I turned the corner towards the front of the building. Bumping in to a familiar face in the process.

"Tim?" I questioned. What the hell is he doing here? "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I was gonna ask you the same thing." He replied. "I just came to check on you at the hotel. Make sure everything's alright." I looked at him skeptically.

"How did you know I was here?" I questioned.

"I mean, I just assumed." Tim stumbled, digging for an answer. My eyes widened at the realization. In an instant, I punched him in the face. "OW!"

"Can't fool me that easily." I smirked victoriously. I grabbed him by his broad...clay shoulders as I shoved him into the wall.

"Sarina, what are you talking about? What is going on?" He questioned, concern in his voice.

"Don't play dumb, Clayface." I snapped. I had gone through too much shit to put up with this. "Now, you just want the money yourself or are you working for someone? Is that it?"

"Sarina, you need to calm down." Tim said calmly as he put his hands on my shoulder.

"Don't touch me!" I growled. "Answer the question!" Tim didn't really listen to me. He put his hands on me and slowly walked forward, away from the wall.

"Shhh...it's okay. You're tired. Let's just take you back to your room." Tim soothed. I immediately tensed up.

"No! Stop trying to trick me!" I screeched. I tried to kick him away, but I think he was really concerned about my sanity. A girl in a t-shirt and boyshorts in the middle of an alleyway ranting about Clay people wasn't exactly normal. He was trying so hard to calm me down. That sounds like something Clayface would try to do! In the midst of our struggling a glop of goo flopped onto my head. I think the both of us yelled as we pulled away from each other. It was the hand I had severed with the hotel window, still in hand form. In an instant, it's owner landed on top of it, absorbing it with the rest of him.

So...I guess Tim isn't Clayface.

I'll save my apologies for later. Right now I needed to fight off a giant clay monster. I made eye contact with Tim on the otherside of the creature. His eyes were like saucers. I bet he believed me now. In an instant, Clayface morphed into three different people. Two strong buff men and one average sized sharply dressed man. The guy in the suit stood in the middle.

"Take care of the ass." The Police officer said. The two thugs turned towards Tim.

"He has nothing to do with this." I snapped. The sharply dressed version of Clayface didn't listen as he abruptly gripped my arm and dragged me out of the alley. "Don't hurt him, where are you taking me."

"You ask a lot of questions." He growled in annoyance.

"You don't give a lot of answers." I retorted. He continued to lead me down the street. Hardly anyone was roaming the sidewalks. Eventually we had made our way to the pier. What a lovely place at this time of night. Wait...night. Who else do I know that is out this late at night? My questioned answered itself as the man's grip was instantly released. I turned to see none other than the Dark Knight himself.

"Since when did you need money Karlo?" Batman grunted.

"That's none of your concern." The Man replied as he assumed his ultimate form. The creature's hand morphed into a hammer as he attempted to slam Batman into bits. The detective avoided it as pulled out a gun. Wait gun? B-man doesn't use guns. He fired as an icy blast engulfing the creature. Clayface was temporarily stunned, but sprung back as he continued the fight. This continued for a while. Batman was dodging with ease as Clayface continually tried to hit him. Batman continued using his ice gun to try and finish him off. I had to help him. I examined my surroundings. The river was covered in floating ice chunks. It must be freezing. I smirked at the thought. I made my way around the fighting boys and walked towards the boardwalk. Clayface was about to take a long walk off a short pier.

"Yo! Karlo!" I called out to the fighting men. They both turned towards me as I waved my arms frantically. I think Batman knew instantly what I was trying to do. "Come and get me! You want your million bucks or what?" Clayface looked back at his opponent and then back at me as he slinked towards me. It was as if he was a slinky going down the stairs, the way he moved. Eventually he stood in front of me, standing in the form of my mother, as if to taunt me.

"Such a good girl, Sarina. A good stupid girl." The fake Dr. Gibson snarled.

"No Mudman, it's you who's the stupid one." I smirked back. Instantly, I grabbed the collar of my fake mother's blouse. With a tug, I managed to pull her/him into the icy depths. Unfortunately I managed to pull myself in in the process.

It was cold. I think this is the closest thing I would ever experience to hypothermia. My muscles had stopped working as I frantically tried to get to the surface. To my left, I saw the frozen ice block of Clayface. Well, at least I know I got him. My veins shined bright blue as my blonde hair floated around me. I think I was literally freezing my ass off. God I wish I wore warmer PJ's. Was this it? The...end? God I hope not. Soon, I felt a strong arm grip onto my wrist. Before I had a chance to feel air on my skin once again, my world went black.