1161/Clay Bat

Clay Bat
Date of Scene:	26 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Clayface, Batman

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Clayface has posed:
A car pulls up outside of entrance to Wayne manor. It's a nice 2024 sports car with a loud, powerful engine that is designed to go much, much faster than you could ever legally go. Of course that doesn't really bother the man driving it.

From inside the car a dark figure rises dressed in a black suit with an ocean blue undershirt and matching blue socks. The man looks like a lawyer or business type and he makes no effort to hide his arrival at the front doors.

Walking calmly up the stairs the darkly tanned man waves his watch over the doorbell to let it talk with the house so his phone can tell the house's computer that he is here. The name is an alias, Antonio Gromley, two famous sculptors smashed together to make a name. The watch sends the name and address for Proffitt Studios, Clayface's hideout in Gotham that Batman is no doubt aware of, as well as Clay's cellphone number. Of course all this information being given to the house system depends on if they have actually upgraded the house from the traditional push button doorbell to a ident-reader like modern structures. Clayface swipes his watch over it once then waits for a confirmation beep. Of course not being the most patient person, he swipes it again then six seconds later again.. Until someone comes to the door.

Batman has posed:
Wayne Manor has some security Clayface would quickly notice. Camera's which could just be seen in black domes lined the front, as there had been some threats to Bruce in the past. It wasn't the first time a 'villian' had came to his door. As he swipes his watch over the doorbell the second time, Bruce is sitting in a large chair in the living room, with the information scrolling by on a electronic notebook, as well as criminal records, past encounters that he had logged, and general strengths of the man outside. He gave a small "Humm.." as he watched it, nodding to Alfred to get the door.

Batman's face slowly turns from that scowl he usually carries when alone, and working... to Bruce, as he smiles into the mirror his muscles relaxing a bit. He still looks like he works out, but he is hiding a bit of how much in his lazy posture. He glances around him, and spots a pair of thin rimmed glasses, and thinks about it before turning away to get a new shirt. While he is doing this Alfred opens the door. "Yeeesss.." he draws it out in a old british way. He looks at you with a aloof expression though you would notice it also hides his current emotion well. As he is opening the door, you can see the wide entrance room with the large mirror. You can see the place just looks.. expensive. There is art only someone rich would buy in here, as well as a nicely painted portrat of him, with his mother, and father as a kid. In the mirror you can see Bruce approaching, he seems to be walking casualy in a nice suit as well. He is smiling, and carrying a drink, asking "Who is it Alfred? I don't much visitors around these parts."

Clayface has posed:
Clay smiles at the butler and says, "Hello. I'm here to speak to Mr. Wayne. When he was younger we were dance partners. Mr.Basil Karlo. I would like to have a chat with him if he's up for it. I have an offer for him. " the man says as he steps closer and puts his hands behind his back. He doesn't offer to shake Alfred's hand because that's not what one does with the help.

Batman has posed:
Bruce's face turns cold when he hears that name, not because he is afraid because he goes into buisness mode, and it seems the butler gets it too, as lets you in, but closes the door behind you with a bit of a clearing his throat locks the door also. Bruce tosses the towel he had to the side, and looks at Clayface with a look that seems to cut. "What are you doing here" is all he says. The butler is moving away, from you as Bruce approaches, neither seemed armed, he does continue. "I have been to your studio.. seen the people at night. I hope you have not relapesed into your old self."

Clayface has posed:
Walking over to Bruce and standing casually, Clay explains, "No, those people fixing up the old studio are me. I'm trying to put myself back together." he says reaching up to tap his left temple, "I'm trying to do better. Maybe after all of these years you finally kicked some sense into me." he says and shrugs but it's more likely that it was Poison Ivy.

Months ago Ivy used a special blend of mind control spores that she mailed to him while he was in rehab. He had been doing well in prison, going to therapy, trying to get his head right, the doctors were actually pretty optimistic then out of the blue he broke out and went on a crime spree with Ivy.

Batman realized he wasn't acting like himself when Clayface really, truly tried to murder him while demanding Batman give his wife back. Batman escaped the fight with a sample and found Ivy had made a special plant to control Clay's mind. She had made the poor guy hallucinate them being in love, getting married and had him wrapped around her finger, until Batman used a powerful weed killer to destroy the mind control spores. After that Clayface went into seclusion at his old studio. Ivy has been running around without him ever since then but Clayface has been mostly inactive.

About two weeks ago Clayface walked into the Hall of Justice dressed as Batman and tried to get the Flash to use League resources to locate Ivy. The question is, why? Flash realized too late that something was off and Clayface had escaped through a bathroom sink.

Batman has posed:
Bruce looks at him, and nods.. "I know it is. They all had irregularities just like you do, but it was important to know what you were going to say about it." turning around he heads towards the sitting room. "Follow, you came all the way out here for something." He walks into another large room, though this one has what looks like confortable chairs next to a fire that is lit. He takes a seat, and waves to the other. "Let us hear it, you apperently came here for buisness so lets hear the speal. Though I will not cover for any crime, nor will I help you against Ivy."

Clayface has posed:
Clayface walks behind him into the sitting room, "You got it all wrong about Ivy. I don't have anything against her. I don't know what to feel about her. I know it wasn't real, but it felt real, so I'm just, I want to know she's ok. I'm mad at her but at the same time I can't stop caring about her." he says as he makes his way to a seat, "For my offer. I want to be Batman." Bet the Batman never saw that coming, "It's only a matter of time before someone puts together the truth who doesn't appreciate the role you play. Someone is going to expose you and when they do, wouldn't it be good to have someone who can be Batman at the same place and time as your mask?" he asks knowing that Bruce is the fake person not the Bat. He understands crazy. "Besides, one day you're going to slip up. One day you're going to be too old, and too slow. You need someone who can take your place while you recover from injuries. I want you to train me. " he says leaning forward in his seat, "I want to be more than this. I want to be someone I don't have to be ashamed of. So that's the offer. You help me become you, the real you, and I'll fight your fight when you can't."

Batman has posed:
Bruce sits with his fingers bridged under his nose watching Clayface as he talkes he seems to be analyzing not just the words but the man. He sits quietly listening to him, and does raise an eyebrow at his request, but that is the best you get from him even in this situation. Even after you finish he just sits there quietly staring at you with that same look not saying a word he waits, and time passes.. five minutes.. Ten minutes.. fifteen... time passes as he sits there staring at you. To whichever comes first you speaking up, or the thirty minute mark hits he would finally speak. "You can be many things, I will get you a job, at Wayne Enterprises you do not have what it takes to be Batman. I am sorry, I apreciate your acting skill, I am sure you could fool many, but they would know if you tried to act like me." he looks at your phone.. "That for example, I do not play video games.. I fight crime. I would be out there right now if you were not here." he shakes his head. "It is not because I don't believe you would do it, I believe that you would." he waves in Alfred, and looks at you.. "Scotch?"

Clayface has posed:
Clayface lets out a sigh, "I understand. I knew it was a foolish dream." that might have something to do with the fact Ivy is always pining over Batman. "I just keep reinventing myself and keep finding nothing. I thought, maybe if being the bad-guy didn't work the other side would." then he looks at Alfred, "No, thank you. I'm trying to stay dry. My therapist says it's bad for someone with my anger issues to drink, even socially." not that he doesn't want to. He wants to drink the whole bar but he knows he shouldn't. He looks back at Bruce, "I won't keep you. You have my number and my fake I.D." he says as he stands, "If you think you could find me a nine to five I'd be glad to try it." anything to keep himself from his downward spiral, "And if you see Ivy.." he says then he reaches up and runs his fingers through his hair, "I.. " he wants to say something but what? Don't hurt her, tell her Clayface still loves her? Tell her she better watch her back because Clay is coming for her? Clay doesn't even know where to start, "Just be careful. She's gets inside."

Batman has posed:
Bruce watches him for go and turns to the fire to watch it as he is leaving though before he goes too far.. "I said as Batman you will never fool anyone, but as a Robin.. Maybe, though it is a hard life. If I were your therapist I would tell you keep walking." he pauses and looks at the fire, and gives him a chance to walk.. To walk right now, and even as he does Alfred unlocks the door, ready to open it at a moments notice. Bruce continues as he stares into the fire. "You will face people that make you look like a bad dream, and you will have to escape using normal means because to do otherwise would forfiet your disquise."

He turns and stands looking at him with a firey dedication that is what makes him go out there every night. "You will follow my rules, and my orders.. Fail that and your gone. If you comit crime, at any point without my expression permission to do so. Your gone." he takes a step forward, "If you contact Ivy, and do not tell me... You are gone, and finally... If you blow your disquise, if the people realize your not robin." he falls to silence not finishing it to leave it vague though it can't be good. "If you are still intrested fine, I will take you though I warn you it will not be easy."

Clayface has posed:
Clayface thinks about it for longer than he actually thinks about it. He tries to make it not look like he is SUPER desperate to find any meaning and purpose for his life and after what he thinks is the appropriate amount of time he says, "Ok, but... um.. If we're going to be entirely honest... " he says smiles a little nervously, "I kinda already set a trap for Ivy." he explains but puts his hand up crossing his heart, or where it would be anyway. "See, I did this job for S.H.I.E.L.D." that's an interesting way to start off a story, "They wanted to expose the weaknesses in their helicarrier defense. It took me several months to work out a plan but I got inside, caused a distraction, used their own ventilation system against them and stole the file I was suppose to steal for Mr. Fury. It was just a text file with a code on it but it was on his secured computer you could only get too on the deck of his ship. "

Clayface morphs into a nerdy looking shield technician with glasses. "Sometimes the best way to break into a vault is to look like one of the guards." he says then pushes his glasses up on his nose. "In return for putting his people through their paces and making the place more shape-shifter proof, Fury got me a live sample of the most rare rose on earth. It only exists in three places, and the greenhouse behind my studio is one of them. She's going to come and steal it. When she does it has a tracking device in it. " it's a good plan and he didn't even need to be a billionaire to pull it off.

Batman has posed:
Bruce nods, and thinks about it. "Well when that time comes your true test will begin. For now.. come show me what you wish to look like. Tonight you will shadow me, watch carefully and keep up. We will be out there until seven thirty in the morning.. Then we will rest to start at eleven thirty.." he is interupted by Alfred clearing his throat. "fine.. one Thirty in the after-noon and you will start your training. It is going to be difficultivy to be human, you are going to want to do things that only you can do." he looks at you again as he finishes "But do not fall into such short-cuts". He moves to the wall, and reaches behind the book-shelf doing something, then moves over to little statuet on his desk, pulling back the head he pushes the button. The wall next to you opens, and he nods. "Go ahead.. " though he still watches you. Does he trust you all the way, you don't think so.. But from what you may of heard from others working under him he isn't a very greatefull person.