Most of the solvents are composed of hydrogen fluoride, which is not difficult to formulate, as long as you remember the reagent formulation. Bruce, who has fought the Claymask countless times and knows all his enemies, will of course be crafted. They were located in the basement of a chemical plant, so Bruce made a similar solvent from the materials there.

The Claymask hadn't given up struggling, the diluted part of his body was desperately trying to recover, and it seemed that it was only a matter of time before it recovered.

Roy took Bruce's hand and stood up, "Wait for me for a minute." ”

After saying that, his hands had been replaced with electric shock rings, and when they were activated to maximum power, the raging electric current continued to beat on the ring, releasing dazzling electric sparks.

"Mudface!" He strode forward and punched the clay-faced man's distorted eyes and nose, "Look over here! ”

The clayface man howled miserably, and electricity traveled through his soaked body, sizzling and simmering as a little electricity came out.

"I've studied you, Mudface." Roy continued, "No matter how your physical form changes, your neural network as a human is still buried inside your clay body. It's these things that allow you to feel and touch like any other human being. Now, let's take a look at what happens by giving your whole body electricity through an electrolyte solvent that has soaked your whole body. ”

With that, he had already rushed forward, and his fists slammed into the sides of the clay-faced man's head. The fist sank inside, the Shock Ring let out a piercing and high-pitched chirp, and blue electricity rushed out between the gaps and crevices in the clay of his body, and the clay man howled miserably, his body emitting a foul stench like burnt clay.

Then, without any more deformation or tricks, the mud-faced man finally collapsed to the ground and fell to the ground, like a puddle of mud without movement.

It ended with the Claymask being imprisoned back in Arkham. Roy's final shock directly stimulated the clay man's nerve fibers, and the current washed over his entire nervous system, eventually causing damage to his brain's memory function. So in the end, the mud-faced man himself completely lost his memory of this time.

All five of the five people involved in the operation suffered injuries of varying degrees, either mentally or physically. The multiple injuries on the body are nothing to the family members, and they will heal one day. And there are some spiritual parts that cannot be easily repaired in a short period of time.

Wayne Manor.

Alfred was very busy for a while, because there were quite a few people who needed to be bandaged and cared for this time. Fortunately, the old housekeeper is already familiar with bandaging this area, so he can cope with it.

Bandaged, Roy descends the stairs behind the clock to the Batcave. As always, a swarm of bats flying, Bruce was sitting in front of a computer with a lit screen in his uniform, thinking about something.

"Feeling better?" Bruce asked without looking back.

"It's not a big deal."

"What about the others?"

"They'll be fine." Roy said, adding, "If you mean physical trauma, are you sure there's nothing you need to confess to your little family?" ”

Bruce stared at the already torn clown on the screen, and after a moment said, "No, no. ”

"But others don't think so." Roy said, "The clown told each of them that you had been hiding something from them and deceiving the whole family. ”

"Then he lied, as he usually does." Bruce said categorically.

"But this time he targeted all of us." Roy retorted, "It's hard not to think so. Dick's circus, Barbra's father, and Kassandra don't say anything about what happened to her, but they seem to have something to do with her past identity. It all points to a clear fact - he knows. ”

"No, he doesn't." Bruce was a little impatient, "You don't know him well enough, but I do." Trust me, if there's anything I think you guys need to know, I'll say it. ”

"You don't need to make me believe you." Roy shook his head, "You've got to make them believe." Maybe you're still a family now, and in a few days I'm no longer sure you're not. ”

After saying that, he changed his words and asked again: "One more thing, I believe you have also seen the news of the 'Bruce Wayne' bank robbery in broad daylight." We can prove that it's the Clay Mask, but at the same time, we will inevitably expose the partnership between Wayne and Vigilante Batman. Maybe the authorities will put pressure on you"

"It's just a little bit of a problem, and Lucius will take care of that." Bruce said without looking back, "Just like before." ”

Roy nodded, turned to leave, "Okay." I'll also focus on the Joker next, while trying to figure out why he didn't die from Titan Venom. Don't leave it to you this time, he messed with everyone this time, so I'm sure no one will approve of any 'leave it to me' proposal this time. ”

Bruce didn't speak, still sitting motionless.

Inside the estate.

Barbra slowly walked over to Kassandra, who was sitting in the corner of the couch with her knees crossed, and patted her on the back gently.

"Kassan?" She asked softly, "Are you okay?" What does the Joker make you see? ”

Kassandra shook her head, didn't speak, and her arms unconsciously tightened.

"Well, whatever it is, that's in the past." Barbara said, "Forget about it and get some rest." ”

Dick, who was covered in bandages, walked over and said in a voice that was not worrying, "I think tonight's experience is quite unforgettable. ”

"Who isn't?" Barbara smiled wryly.

Bruce still seems stubbornly insisting that he has nothing to hide from us. Hell, I don't understand why he still stubbornly thinks that the Joker is just bluffing, and he feels that the Joker doesn't have the secret of our identity. ”

Barbara sighed: "Sometimes I really think that our lives really will never go back to the way they used to be, Batman is only the two of us by his side, and compared to now, it is really a 'simple crime fight time'." ”

"Time is ticking, everything is evolving, changing, and the world we live in is different every day, but it doesn't have to be for the worse, is it?" Dick smiled and glanced back, and that direction Roy had just come out of the study.

"Who's to say it isn't?" Barbara understood what he was referring to, and chuckled in response.

"Cherish it, Xiaoba. I must admit that he is truly unique," said Dick, adding, "oh, maybe a little worse than me." ”

"Hush." (To be continued.) )