Daggett walks through the halls of his office building, Raymond Bells in tow, listening to the head-mounted police scanner.
"And I want the rest of the air ducts outside welded shit with grills. And I want a security officer at every window around my location. There are only so many ways Batman can get in here. If he wants to get in, he's gonna have to earn it," he turns around after hearing no reply, "are you paying attention?"
"Yes, sir. There's a bank being robbed."
"Is it one of mine?" asks Daggett.
"No."
"Then never mind it," he opens the door to his office and walks in, "it's only a matter of time before Mr. Hagen decides to pay me a visit. I want a hermetically sealed chamber installed below the floor to my office door. When he falls through the trap door in, we'll leave him in there until he suffocates. I want you to … Bell?"
Bell walks in.
"If you weren't so useful, I'd have tossed you out the window by now. Did you even hear what I just said?" asks Daggett.
The scene changes to a large dinner party. The special room was decorated carefully and filled with guests. Daggett, Bell and Germs stand in a corner alone.
Daggett speaks in a moderate tone, below the room decibel level of the guests, "You two could at least pretend like you are enjoying yourselves. It makes my share holders suspicious when you just stand there."
"Sorry, Mr. Daggett," says Germs.
"There are famous movie stars here; I want you to mingle."
Bell replies while adjusting the dial on the headset, "I'm not really one for movies."
"Is there any word yet?" asks Daggett.
"We still don't have them," he fiddles with the tuning knob.
"Damnit! I want those papers back. If Thorne thinks I'll let him get away with them," points, then, then looks around and realizes he's drawn the attention of a couple party goers and lowers his voice, "I want someone to go in there and take them."
Germs comments, "His security is too tight. The guards don't let in anybody they don't recognize."
"What we need is a master of disguise…" Daggett thinks; just then Matthew Hagen catches his eyes, "bingo. Come on," he singles and approaches Matt.
"Mr. Hagen, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm a big fan of Lone Cowboy."
"Thanks."
"How are you enjoying my part?"
"Yours? Oh – Mr. Daggett; I didn't recognize-"
"It's okay. You seem unhappy. What's wrong?"
"What's wrong? I'm being ousted by talentless punks! That's what's wrong. You get a few wrinkles and suddenly you aren't worth the ink on the paper."
Daggett rubs his chin, "Wrinkles, huh? Mr. Hagen, have you heard of a new product called Renu-U? It literally makes those wrinkles vanish."
Matt gulps down the last of the drink and slams the cup into the garbage, shattering it.
"I'm sorry. It really gets me, you know. Wrinkles!"
Daggett smirks, "Did you just hear what I said?"
Daggett turns around in his office, in present time, to Bell.
Bell takes off the headphones, "Perfectly," and he morphs into Clayface; growing two heads taller.
An arm shoots out from Clayface and clasps around Daggett's mouth as he yells, "HEL-", and slams him against a wall.
…
Gordon and Batman stand on the roof of the adjacent building.
"Think he'll show?"
"Clayface needs the satisfaction of revenge. He'll show."
Gordon shivers a bit, "It's freezing out here. Don't you ever get cold?"
"I'm wearing Super Thermal B Long underwear," he presses a button on his walkie-talkie, "how it look?"
Robin walks around, and replies, from inside Daggett's building, "Very expensive. A couple guards, few cameras; not much."
"You think you can handle it?"
"Did I just pass up a perfectly good opportunity to make a pun? Just leave them to me. Robin out."
Gordon looks at him, "You must have some shopping list."
…
Robin sneaks quietly down a hall; at the end there are two guards on both sides of the exit, each carrying a tommy gun. He reaches behind his back and his hands emerge – both holding something.
"Hey!" he shouts; they turn around and in that very second he shoves his hands down their coat pockets, "Here you go!"
"Ay!" one of them says.
"What the…" the other exclaims.
They reach into their pockets quickly in fear of a weapon and each find a small black ball. Both balls erupt in shooting smoke.
"Ehhh…" they both fall to the ground unconscious.
Robin proceeds in. He looks back briefly, "You two do know there's no smoking in here, right?"
…
"Bullock, everything okay down there?"
Bullock presses the button on his walkie-talkie, "Five-by-five, commish. No sign of suspicious activity yet. Bullock out," lowers the walkie-talkie, "man, I wish there were some doughnuts."
…
"How about you, old friend?" Jim asks Batman.
Batman eyes the windows on the building with a pair of binoculars. He sees Robin pass by and give him a thumbs up, then continue out of view.
…
Daggett regains consciousness; his eyes are blurry but he soon sees quite clearly Clayface, below him. He realizes he is on the ceiling.
Clayface looks at him, "I should reach down your throat, into your lungs, and flood your intestines with myself. An almost poetic kind of justice."
"Please – whatever you want, you can have it. Five million … ten million dollars. I'll get down on my knees."
"Do you know what it's like? Being held down while chemicals are poured down your throat and your lungs filling up until you can't breathe … knowing you only have seconds to say your good-byes, thinking that this is it – you're going to die. Have you ever tried breathing, but could not draw breath?"
…
Robin walks around the corner and sees Bell on the floor. He brings the walkie-talkie to his mouth, "Batman, Daggett's scanner guy is out cold."
"It's going down now! Stay there!" he pulls out his grappling hook and presses the button. POOM, WOEW! It stops unraveling and he pulls on it to make sure it's taut, then leaps away.
Gordon watches him, "I can do that, I just don't want to," he brings the walkie-talkie up, "Bullock!"
…
"To think, the very machine that will be my salvation, shall be your undoing. The only part missing is you begging & pleading to stop. Huh?" he looks out the big office windows just in time to see Batman's cape fly by. He retracts his hand until it melts away like cheese from a glob holding Daggett to the roof. He grins, "Stick around…"
…
Bullock slams his fists onto the security guard's desk in the lobby, "I don't give a damn about your permission! Clayface is up there and about to make your boss extinct; not that I have a problem with that. Now, you call up there to your boss's floor and tell them to clear out!"
Officers race by and run up the steps.
…
Robin jolts his head around, "Is that you?"
A figure steps from around the corner; it's Batman, "Yes. Stand to the side – I don't want you to get hurt."
Robin moves aside and waits.
…
Clayface tilts his head and listens, "I think we have company. I always make it's a point to make people feel welcomed," his big fingers on his right hand melt together and grow into a three foot razor sharp point, gleaming metallic.
The doorknob turns slowly. Clayface aims.
"Not until I tell you," and Batman opens the doors and runs in. Just as he comes to s stop, the razor point that had been streaking across the room runs him threw the heart, out his back, and the point impales him to the wall. His head and body falls limp.