Bruce and Dick sit at the long diner table; Alfred sets down a plate in front of Dick, then heads for Bruce.
"I still can't believe I actually saved Rolland Daggett. Tell me again what good that does."
"Daggett's companies and subsidiaries employ a substantial amount of Gotham's workforce. Wait long enough and someone will inherit the company; maybe he'll even drive it bankrupt and Wayne Industries can make an offer," he wraps the napkin bib around his neck.
"Hopefully one he can't refuse. So you really think Clayface was worth it?" asks Robin.
"There is good in him, but I don't think he'd have found it without intervention. Even now, I'm not so sure."
Alfred ads, "I wager it will take a lot of soul searching."
"To him he's not even a man; a soulless thing."
The view passes a security guard at a desk waving good-bye to someone. The desk says "Wayne Enterprises" on it. The angle goes left and up to the door which reads: Cryogenics Storage Room 2; the view fades into the dark room where there are vertical tubes with big glass windows on top. One glows a soft blue.
"You think he can ever be Matt Hagen again?" asks Robin.
The view fades to a close-up of the glass. Behind it Clayface reaching out, crocked mouth agape and three mishapen eyes scattered on his head, and the look of helplessness.
"Time will wait."
-FIN-