A/N: I'm sorry for this delay. I've been busy helping my friend Phen0m20 with his crossover story, and have been indulged with The Men Who Built America

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The battle wasn't going as easily as Zeus originally anticipated. Whenever he severed a limb off the gross mass of Clayface, the shapeshifter would simply self-replicate so that his arm was no longer missing.

"You know you could try to actually help me!" He yelled at Nightwing who was just avoiding any attacks directly at him. He didn't even attempt to throw a single offensive maneuver.

"Fighting him head on won't do anything!" Nightwing shouted back as the two of them narrowly avoided a swing from Clayface's hand which had taken the form of a giant gladiator ax. The impact left a small fissure in the asphalt street. "We need to be smarter!"

Zeus groaned under his breath. He dodged another assault, and leaped into the air with his blade raised above his head. He came down on top of Clayface and sliced him in half. The brown mush stopped emitting noise and Mercer walked towards Nightwing, grinning smugly. "Well, that is that."

"Not quite." Nightwing said pointing towards the heap. Mercer turned around and saw that Clayface was already beginning to put himself back together.

"This guy is more annoying than Greene," Mercer groaned. "And harder to kill than Cross."

"Who?"

"Believe me, you don't want to know."

"Anyway, back to the situation at hand. Obviously, slicing and cutting are not going to do anything." Nightwing began to rapidly try to come up with a strategy before Clayface had completely pulled himself together.

"Alright," Zeus said as he eyed two empty cars on opposite sides of the road with the reforming mass right between them. "How about this!" He held out his right arm towards one of the vehicles and out of his wrist shot a black rope-like tendril. Once the end of the tendril was attached to the car, Mercer swung his arm to the side, detaching the other end of the biomass from him and making it swing onto the other automobile. Just as the line was set, Clayface was returned to his whole and laughed at the apparent attack.

"You missed," Nightwing said without emotion.

"Wasn't aiming for him," Mercer responded with the same detached tone.

As soon as he finished his sentence, the tendril retracted itself, making the two vehicles come flying towards Clayface. They sandwiched him, making it look like he was an overly ripe fruit someone had clenched their fist around. He splattered everywhere. Mercer again looked at Nightwing with a smug veneer. "How about crushing? Will that work?"

"No it won't." Confused, Mercer turned once again to see Clayface putting himself back together. This was becoming very irritating. "Hold him off, I'm gonna go get help."

"What, from who?!" Alex demanded, but his shout fell on deaf ears. Nightwing was soon out of eyesight, leaving Alex alone with the only he knew of that could change shape as much as he could. Out of the corners of his vision he could see the Ba Mobile, and a playful thought entered his head. "Let's see what kinda toys you've got, Batman." He ran over to the vehicle and thanked Nightwing for forgetting to leave to door open; Mercer could tell that made his situation a lot easier. Although it only got more complicated as he observed all the button and levers on the control consul. He took in a deep breath and pushed a random flashing light, hoping it would do something in his favor. "Here's goes something."

In the next instant, he heard a hissing sound from somewhere near the car's front, and a small projectile rocketed forward towards the now near fully reformed Clayface, and then the monster once again exploded. Missiles." Mercer stated to himself. "Nice touch, Batman."

He knew, however, that he had merely bought himself another few seconds as the pieces of clay began to crawl back into one conscious heap that let out a battle cry after it formed a hideous mouth. Mercer exited the vehicle and made his claws cover his arms. For a second he looked at them, nearly admiring how much more threatening they appeared since the incident with Ra's and his stupid Pit. He diverted his attention back to the heap of living clay and he hacked and slashed at it again for a good ten minutes, making the freak fall apart time after time, but still Clayface always reformed. Mercer silently said to himself that he would have to come up with a better plan pretty soon. Just as he once again waited for Clayface's pieces to reform, he heard a sort of electrical blast and felt an amazingly cold sensation on his right arm. It didn't hurt, but he felt... numb. He looked to his limb and his eyes widened. His arm was encased entirely in ice.

"Not him, Doc. The one that looks like a monster made out of putty." Nightwing said dryly as he walked up next to Mercer.

"Apologies. The claws were rather... confusing." The other voice was unknown to Mercer, and sounded slightly robotic. He heard clanking and scraping and looked to his other side to see a man with pale blue skin garbed in a futuristic looking suit of armor of a slightly darker blue. Over his eyes were goggles, and in his hand was a gun that also looked like it wouldn't be manufactured for another sixty years. The man looked at Mercer with a face that showed interest. "So you must be the man they call Zeus. I am sincere in my apology for freezing your appendage."

"Whatever." Mercer dead-panned. A simple flex of his arm, and the ice shattered. His arm was now free again.

"Very well, now that the matter is settled, onto the main issue." He looked at the clay, which by now was Clayface. The man in the suit raised the weapon of his and pulled the trigger. Out of the barrel's end came a stream of blue energy. As it collided with Clayface, the morpher slowly was covered with a blue tint of his own, and his movement slowed as well. Eventually, his entire being, like Mercer's arm moments again, was trapped in an arctic prison.

"Thank you, Freeze. You saved us a lot of trouble." Nightwing said as he stepped up next to the the icy statue and looked it over like it was a choice cut of meat.

"The pleasure is all yours," Freeze responded. He looked over at Zeus without a single word. The two of them locked eyes and stared in deathly silence until Freeze spoke again. "You and I shall get to know one another very well very soon."

"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that." Zeus said before leaping off over the rooftops. Freezed looked upwards in the direction Zeus had disappeared to for a moment before speaking over to Nightwing. "I take it he doesn't know about the 'agreement' you made with him?"

"Don't worry, Victor," Nightwing assured him. "He's a good man seeking to help people, and he's a very smart scientist. I'm certain he can and will help you."

"He had better," Freeze warned.

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From the rooftop of their home, Ivy watched the sun rise. She could not help but worry about Alex even though he was indestructible. He had been gone all night, and the sirens from police cars never stopped wailing through the hours. Fortunately, her woes were put to rest when he came out of nowhere and landed on the roof. He stood there looking at her for a long moment.

He thought back to hat he had experienced in such a short night. Dealing with Dollmaker, Clayface, Hush, and now some other freak in a suit of armor.

"Ivy..." He said as she looked into his tired eyes. "You would not believe how my night went.