PsykoReaper: I felt I was not true with Clayface by giving him no episode centered on him and his origins, that is why I am going to do it, here it is amigos!
Also, I am going to use a new writing style, I like to evolve as I right…
A man in a black suit and around his early fifties walked down a hall in Arkham Asylum, he was Jeremiah Arkham, the new head director of Arkham Asylum. He entered his office, to see Jonathan Crane sitting on his chair.
"Crane, you have to get back in your cell!" said Arkham adamantly.
"Now, now, Jeremiah, is that any way you talk to the head director?" asked Crane
"No, but you have to get back before someone suspects something," said Arkham.
"As long as you pay them, they won't speak, just like before," said Crane, he then put on his Scarecrow mask and hat.
"Why do you insist on wearing that?" asked Arkham.
"Why do you insist on getting Patient 53673 a peek at the henhouse?" asked the Scarecrow.
"Damn you, Crane!" growled Arkham.
"It just goes to prove all authority figures are a stupid farce, like me and you, we are just a figurehead, like many leaders out there, but you take the cake, she's almost comatose, and the 'She wanted it' excuse doesn't work like they used to, trust me, I tried," said the Scarecrow.
"Enough, I am not in trial!" growled Arkham.
"Everyone, in my eyes, is always on trial," said the Scarecrow.
Arkham sighed. "If you say so…"
"Who do we get to analyze now?" asked the Scarecrow.
"It's Basil Karlo, but psychology doesn't seem to work with him," said Arkham.
"Maybe not yours, pull him up in the telly," said the Scarecrow. The television pulled up a video of Clayface, sitting on a sofa, watching a movie...
Clayface watched a movie, a dramatic movie, and he was copying the lines as he watched the movie. He then stopped.
"Aaaah, such actors, I could have been one myself, but..." sighed Clayface, trailing off, "It's...in the past...now..."
"It is a good thing we have cameras that can pick up sound, who funds us anyway?" asked the Scarecrow.
"I have no idea," said Arkham.
"Hm," was all that Scarecrow let out.
"So, what do you want to do?" asked Arkham.
"You can change channels from here, right?" asked Scarecrow.
"Yes, a new feature, in case a channel is disturbing a-" said Arkham.
"Change it to channel 2," said the Scarecrow.
Clayface's TV then changed to a news report, angering Clayface.
"Hey, what gives!" growled Clayface.
"In recent news, Sal Maroni, crime boss of the Maroni family and a member of the Roman Empire, has dodged jail time once again," said the newswoman in the TV, as Clayface heard this; he got angrier and angrier, "This has been Vicki Vale with the late-time news..."
Clayface roared in anger and released a torrent of acid from his mouth at the TV, melting it and creating an opening to the halls. Clayface stomped out and growled to himself. The guards came and shot at the clay abomination, but Clayface grabbed them both and ate them. He jumped to the stairs and made his way to the main building, running through guards and crashing through the main door, where he saw a boat at the docks. He then jumped towards it and landed on it. To keep him from sinking, he made himself slimmer and shorter; he then drove the boat out of Arkham Island and drove away...
"What the...why did you show that?" asked Arkham.
"I wish to see what Clayface will do, I am like the Joker...in so many ways," hissed the Scarecrow.
"All you are missing is his witty sense of humor," said Arkham.
"Who said I don't have that?" asked the Scarecrow.
A few hours later, Clayface was in an alley, walking down it, which recently crashed a boat into the harbor so it could reach land for him to escape more easily. He noticed a small kitten, he reached his arms to pet it, but it hissed at him and fled. Clayface looked at the ground in sadness; he felt a drop of rain hit his head. He knew he had to seek shelter; he opened a manhole and slid right in.
He landed on the dry area of the sewer line; he looked to see Killer Croc, holding the body of a tooth-ravaged woman.
"Well, if it ain't the dangerous Killer Croc," said Clayface.
"And if it ain't the terrifying Clayface," growled Killer Croc.
"Doin' a deed for the Joker?" asked Clayface.
"No, just got hungry," said Killer Croc.
"Oh," was all Clayface let out.
"What are you doing here, this is my woods," said Killer Croc.
"I just escaped from Arkham, thank god," said Clayface.
"God doesn't live here in Gotham, don't pray to him, it's pointless," hissed Killer Croc.
"You can speak metaphorically," said Clayface.
"I know, but I am an atheist, because they say we are all made in God's image, then what part of God's visage am I?" asked Killer Croc.
"You have a point, at least you were born that way, you were able to cope better, but like both of us, we didn't have a choice," said Clayface.
"How did you...become Clayface?" asked Killer Croc.
"I don't think you wanna know, don't wanna spoil your appetite," said Clayface.
"My mirror spoils my appetite, now tell me," said Killer Croc.
"Well, I was once Basil Karlo, a chemicals factory worker, owned by crime boss...Sal Maroni. I was ugly, large, scary, and all that shit, but I...I was a terrific actor, probably would have bested Legosi! And...My life would have turned for the best, as...I got a part in a movie. Hard to believe, huh!? Me, of all people, a part in a movie! It was pretty big too! I was the luckiest fuck in the world, the luckiest...or...so I thought...I had to work one day, one day and I was outta there! Then...HE showed up! Sal Maroni, he wanted to see the factory, and that bumbling fuck accidentally shoved me! He could've seen me, I was big, I should have been seen! He knocked me all the way down into a vat of unknown chemicals! I burned all over my body, all over it; it was like being in Hell, a place you would not believe in! I was in a coma for six months, when I came to, I found out my role was given to another schmoe! Beyond that, I lost my apartment, and I was in hospital debt! But, I found out, I had great abilities, but it scared me, so much that I was forced to kill everyone in the place, cause I was sooo hungry! I then hid in the city, and became a bounty hunter and assassin, and I followed the drain ever since..."
"Huh...not impressive," growled Killer Croc.
"Huh?" groaned Clayface.
"You were turned, I was born like this, my ma died givin' birth to me, my grandpa beat me, I killed him, and I was number one freak in school, that is enough details, but I don't understand why you just don't kill Sal for all the trouble he caused, I killed my tormentor, why not you?" asked Killer Croc.
"I guess...it never crossed my mind, I was busy getting to the top," said Clayface.
"Well, I say you are already there, it is time for bloody revenge," hissed Killer Croc as he passed by Clayface and walked forward.
"Where do I look?" asked Clayface.
"I'd try his restaurant, the one he hangs out in, Stromboli's Italian Restaurant!" shouted back Killer Croc.
Clayface looked at the water, looking at his murky reflection; he growled and threw a brick at it. He then walked down the sewer pathway.
Gordon and his men investigated the crashed boat, finding clay-like residue all over it. He then saw the Thresher park near the boat, out from the Thresher came out Batman, Robin, and Batgirl.
"Clayface, I thought we made a deal with him?" said Robin.
"I guess he saw a news report about Sal Maroni," said Gordon.
"What does Sal Maroni have to do with Clayface?" asked Robin.
"He was the reason he became Clayface," said Batgirl.
"All because of a simple shove," said Batman.
"So, you think he is headed for him?" asked Gordon.
"Not a doubt in my mind, Karlo is a sort of person to hold a major grudge," said Batman. "Where would Clayface head to?" asked Robin.
"Stromboli's, it is owned by Maroni, plus it is his favorite hangout," said Gordon.
"Then that is where we need to head for," said Batgirl.
In a deep part of the city, Clayface walked to a restaurant called, "Stromboli's". He protected himself by wearing a long brown coat and a brown hat that made him slimmer and human-like that he stole from a homeless man he killed. He then stepped into the restaurant, almost blinded by lights that are different from Gotham.
"Hey, buddy, we ain't runnin' a soup kitchen here, beat it!" yelled the snooty usher.
Clayface then pulled out a couple of hundred dollar bills from his pocket and put it on the front desk.
Oh, sorry, I thought…never mind, follow me sir, I'll show you your table," said the usher, giving Clayface newfound respect.
Clayface sat at his table, he looked out the window and saw the sky, still raining, still crying, and waiting for a bullet to enter its skull.
"Do you wish to order something?" asked a waitress.
"Not yet, I am waiting for someone, and then…I will eat…" said Clayface.
Clayface looked out the window, he had just eaten three plates of spaghetti and five plates of garlic bread, and he was getting too hungry. He waited for five hours, it was two hours from closing time, if Maroni did not appear in one more hour, he was going to eat everyone in the restaurant.
He then heard a ring from the door; he then heard a name from the usher, a name he had been hoping for, along with a sentence…
"Sal Maroni, so good to see you!" laughed the usher.
"Heheh, you too, a glass of wine for everyone in the bar!" laughed Sal.
Sal Maroni was a tall man, with white hair, wolf eyes, and a false smile. He wore a suit that was the color of vanilla. He had in his hand a cigar that filled the room with his evil. He had a scar, running from his chin to his right lip and eye, possibly from an attack from an enemy gang member.
Basil was given a glass of red wine, he picked it up and drank from it, all the time glaring at Sal Maroni.
Sal Maroni and three of his men sat at a table a few feet from Basil's, they then started to talk.
"So, Sal, what are we gonna do about Two-Face?" asked one of his men.
"What about him?' asked Sal.
"He's been hitting our places, ya know, the places we get protection money from," said one of his men.
"That's just kid stuff, guys, that guy is one screw loose off the wagon, he's just as kooky as that damn clown," said Sal.
"But we might lose money!" said the man.
"Listen, we get more money from our prostitution, our robberies, our banks, and our drug money, you think I am gonna lose money from a few kid stores?" asked Sal.
"I…I guess not…" replied the man.
"Good, now, our main concern is the Bat, which it always is, but-"
They looked to see Basil stand over their table, glaring at them with hatred.
"Hey, fucko, get lost, it ain't no soup kitchen!" yelled one of his men.
"Now, now, buddies, he's just hungry!" taunted Sal; he then grabbed a piece of garlic bread and whirled it around, trying to taunt Basil.
"You want some food, hobo, you are gonna have to beg for it!" laughed Sal.
"I don't want food, I want revenge!" growled Clayface.
They all laughed at this, not taking the unknown creature seriously.
Clayface then exploded from his suit, revealing his true form, frightening the men. Everyone in the diner screamed and ran for the door, escaping Clayface's wrath. Two men from the kitchen grabbed guns and shot at the monster. Clayface turned around and shot acid from his mouth at the two, melting their skin and killing them. Clayface then turned around and was hit by more bullets from Maroni's three men. Clayface then grabbed the two men and grabbed the third man with a long tongue and put them all in his mouth at the same time and devoured them.
"What the hell do you want from me!?" roared Sal in his terror, having lost his courage.
"Do you remember a worker named Basil Karlo?" asked Clayface.
"No?" said Sal, asking also what he meant at the same time. Clayface grabbed him and threw him at a wall.
"Oh, right, Basil Karlo, nice guy, ummmm, he went to work at Hollywood, right?" asked Sal.
"No, you bumped him into a vat and turned him into me, Clayface!" he roared.
"Look, you can't blame me for an accident!" said Sal, trying to save his skin.
"You never said sorry!" yelled Clayface.
"Ok, ok, I'm sorry!" yelled Sal in fear.
"Too late, five years too late!" growled Clayface as he raised his arm and created a sickle.
Suddenly, his arm was hit by a beeping batarang. He looked at it and took it out, inspecting it. Suddenly, it exploded in his face, blowing away his face and arm.
Clayface's face returned to normal and saw Batman at the left, Robin behind him, and Batgirl at the right. Sal then got up from the clay and ran to Batman.
"You ain't just savin' my life, your savin' your-"
Before Sal could finish, he was hit in the face by Batman, knocking him out.
"You dare ruin my revenge, how dare you!!!" roared Clayface, he then fired acid at Batman from his mouth. Batman dodged it and grabbed a glass of water and threw the water at Clayface's face, hurting him.
He stumbled backwards and fell on his back, but quickly got up, but was kicked in the face by Robin and Batgirl. He grabbed both their legs and slammed them on a table.
"Gah, maybe that was not the best tactic!" groaned Robin.
"You think so too?" asked Batgirl, sarcastically.
Clayface then threw them away, both of them entering the kitchen through the opening.
Batgirl got up as Robin was dazed by a pan that fell on him and while Batman was fighting the angry Clayface. She looked around, trying to find a way to defeat Clayface, when she saw the freezer.
Suddenly, Batman was sent flying through the door, landing on the floor.
"Batman, I know a way of defeating Clayface!" said Batgirl as she helped Batman up.
"I was thinking the same thing earlier, the freezer," said Batman.
"How did you know?" asked Batgirl.
"Trust me, I fought him in a restaurant before," said Batman.
Clayface then squeezed into the kitchen, with his arms into sickles.
"Why do you want me to suffer?" asked Clayface.
"I don't, but death is not the way!" growled Batman.
"It is the only way, and it will be the only way when you figure that out and get rid of the Joker!" roared Clayface.
Batgirl then grabbed a faucet from the sink and sprayed water at Clayface, making him go backwards. Batman grabbed another and sprayed it at Clayface as well, both of them pushing him back at the freezer.
Batman and Batgirl ran to the freezer and held against it with their bodies. Clayface kept on bashing through it with great strength, but the freezer door was much greater.
"Robin, get up!" yelled Batgirl.
Robin slowly got up and ran to the door and held it back with Batman and Batgirl.
Clayface slammed at it with all his might, but he was starting to harden.
"Let me out!!!" roared Clayface, "Let me out, I have to do what is right, I have to give him his just desserts!!!"
After a few minutes, Clayface gave up and laid his head on the door. In his mind, he believed because of Batman, he would never get his revenge, he would never kill the man that caused him pain, never ever. He closed his eyes shut and a drop of acid fell from his eye and landed on the ground, melting a bit before perspiring.
He then walked to the end of the freezer, slowly, starting to harden. He then sat, with his back at the wall and his head down, in pure embarrassment…
After an hour, the police entered the area and got Basil Karlo out with a portable holding with below temperatures, the same kind they use to transport Freeze.
They handed out Sal Maroni in handcuffs and put him in a separate police car, with Clayface in a large SWAT car.
Gordon walked towards Batman and his partners. "So, Clayface attempted to get Sal, wondered if it was the right thing to do to deny him revenge," said Gordon. "Revenge is never the way, Commissioner, it only bleeds your heart, it only makes it bleed," said Batman. Gordon looked down and laughed. "So, you wanna head start or…" before he could finish, he saw that they were already gone.
The SWAT van drove through the city, but eventually drove away from the others. "Hey, what do you think you are doin'?" yelled Harvey Bullock from the radio, "We gotta…" The driver then turned off the radio, chuckling to himself.
The driver had a small muscular build, normally tan skin, a pencil mustache, and a black eye patch with a scar running down the area of his patch…
PsykoReaper: If you can guess who that is, you will be a great Batman fan, it should be easy…even though I changed him a bit…
I decided to change my writing outline a bit cause people keep on telling me and it isn't till now that I see it is more easier to red than my old outline…but don't be expecting me to change my past chapters anytime soon, I am more interested in the here and now then the there and then…