Blood runs from around the wound; Clayface draws the body back toward him. The point slips out of the wall, bringing pieces of drywall with it, and leaving blood stains.
As his arm retracts, Clayface comments, "So this was the great Batman whom beat me twice. Saved lives, foiled evil doers, helped the common man. I've picked him and he does indeed bleed," the arm stops with Batman inches away from his face, "let's see who's behind the mask," he grabs the ears and rips the mask off, "what the-"
He looks at the face of himself, Matt Hagen. The face looks up.
"Agh!" his arms stream out; Matt morphs into Clayman. Clayman starts sucking the arm with the spike running through him, in.
"Traitor!" Clayface's left hand elongates and turns silver, forming scissors. He cuts his arm off and regrows a new hand.
"No, I am helping us!" he lunges forward and grabs Clayface by the shoulders; Clayface does the same and they struggle, "Now!"
Robin runs in as Clayface's back is turned to the door; he carriers a ladder with him. Clayface turns his head and starts to pull away.
"Daggett's mine!!!"
Clayman grows two more arms under his own and wraps them around Clayface's legs, holding him in place. Robin raises the latter and uses the post ends to break away the dried clay holding Daggett to the ceiling, starting at the legs.
Clayface's hands pop up in the shape of giant razor blades, sheering Clayman's arms off. Clayman's stomach thrusts out like the pour of a water facet and runs into Clayface.
Clayface lifts his head and clenches his teeth, while his eyes form evil, "You can't stop me!"
The lights cut off and a police search light shines into the room, creating contrast in shapes on Clayface's head, making him appear evil.
"Batman will hlep us -- don't let hate shape you; shape it until it has nowhere to fit."
Clayface looks up and notices Daggett is one, "AGH!!!" he stumbles back, knocking over the guest chair and crashing into Daggett's desk; items fly, "GET OUT OF ME!!!"
Clay flails about and shoots out like water unheaved from raindrops. They tumble around, shapes forming and them deforming on the mass. Colors change, faces appear and disappear. Arms appear and grab on, then other arms.
"Matt Hagen," comes a voice.
The lumpy deformed mass of the two battling inside each other look over; eyes circle around the head and a mouth appears, with pieces of clay hanging from the gape like stretched hot cheese.
"Keep away, Batman! I won't be denied my justice!" teeth form in random spots on his body and an eye widens among the others.
"Patricia loves you!"
"What?!"
The blue glow fom the power bars on the tube weapon illuminate Batman's face, "And she misses you," he says as he approaches.
The mass quiets and settles briefly and Clayface looks down, "Patricia..." he looks back up and sees Batman aiming the weapon. He fires. Liquid spews all over Clayface; heavy smoke comes off it. Batman moves in still spraying as teeth form in a crocked mouth on Clayface, and he reaches for Batman. Cracking sounds emanate from his mass and he comes to a stop.
"Liquid nitrogen. It will keep you suspended and unable to hurt me or yourself until a way can be found to fix you. I meant what I said -- I am going to help you. The fix won't be over night, but it will come," he places a hand on clayface after stopping the spraying, to check the surface tension, "there is still hope for Matt Hagen and there is always hope for love. Next time you wake up, it will be a new day."
He lowers the weapon and deactivates it.