The Clayface got his name because of his terrifying shapeshifting ability to transform into anything he wanted, but his abilities weren't limited to that. In battle, the Mudface's shapeshifting abilities can also provide him with impressive combat power.

Three darts slashed over the clay man's shoulder, hissing his clay body apart, but it returned to its original state as soon as it was done, like a stone thrown on the surface of the water, causing a brief ripple without leaving a trace.

"Roar!"

With a furious roar, the Claymask raised a fist like a meteor hammer and fell with a desperate momentum. Batman flashed backwards with a light heel, and the clay's hammer slammed into the floor, leaving deep pits on the floor, and wood slag scattered in the scattered mud.

"I'm going to crush your bones! Batman! He roared in arrogance, one hand recondensed into the shape of a shovel, and the other into a meteor hammer covered in shocking spikes, swinging it in the air in an arrogant volley.

Batman continued to dodge his back-to-back second attacks, and with one hand he removed other gear from his versatile belt.

"If you still have a little room in your brain, Mudface," Batman said, sliding his shovel under Mudface's outstretched arm, "then you should remember that none of the challenges you've ever challenged me in the past have ended well." And this time, there won't be any reason to be any different. ”

"We'll see." The Clayface snorted.

"I agree with that." As Batman spoke, he leapt to his feet, and several clay arrows from the Clayface shot past him.

"We'll see."

As soon as Batman's voice fell, he threw out a grenade containing blue liquid. The mud-faced man reflexively waved his hand, and the grenade immediately exploded on his arm, and the light blue mist quickly flew away, enveloping the mud-faced man's forearm in the blink of an eye, and suddenly freezing it.

The icy arm could no longer change form freely, and the Mudmask roared angrily, and the other hand stabbed towards Batman like a surging tide.

Batman rolled on the spot, avoiding the thorn and closing the distance between him and the mudface, and three identical grenades came out in unison, exploding three times in succession on the clayman's chest and abdomen, and the frost quickly spread, centering on the point of action and quickly spreading towards the mudface's whole body.

"Frozen grenade from the Freeze Man technique." Batman said, "It can drop to extremely low temperatures and condense into ice very quickly, and it will work wonders against you, mud face." Take your time and enjoy. ”

In a word, the clay man was sealed in ice from the soles of his feet to his chest. He roared and screamed reluctantly, raising his last remaining fist and swinging it down at Batman with all his might.

Batman didn't dodge, didn't even blink his eyes, and silently watched the huge fist closing in on him.

Then, just a few centimeters away from the tip of his nose, his fist was finally caught up by the ice crystals that covered his body, stopping the momentum of the forward rush.

Batman flew up, leaped to his feet, and kicked the clayface in the chest. The clay-faced man who was frozen into an ice sculpture suddenly crawled with cracks under the force of this kick, and in an instant, it split apart, turning into countless ice cubes scattered all over the ground.

At the moment when the clay man's body shattered and turned into countless pieces of ice, Batman quickly reached out and grabbed the last tube of antidote that fell between the ice blocks from among the countless ice blocks.

The Joker still needs this antidote - if he's still alive.

Now Batman can't be sure whether it was the Joker who made a special trip to find the Clayface to impersonate himself and deal with Batman; Or is it true that the clown has really died of illness, and Daniel has always been pretending to be a clayface?

If it's the former, then that's his biggest mistake. He didn't expect Batman to give him the antidote so generously, so he arranged to drop the bag with the clayface, but he missed the opportunity to get the antidote in the first place.

"Surprise~!"

The familiar shrill voice rang out abruptly from behind him. Batman, who had just experienced a vicious fight, was completely unaware of what was happening behind him, and was caught off guard by the Joker from behind, and the sharp dagger pierced through his armor with a "smack".

"Ahh

Batman snorted, the shoulder that was stabbed into the dagger suddenly detached, and the hand holding the antidote couldn't help but let go, and the small bottle containing the light blue liquid suddenly slipped from his fingertips and threw himself into the embrace of the earth.

"No!" The clown screamed.

Maybe he just didn't notice that Batman had the antidote to his life's last hope in his hands? Or maybe he didn't care when he saw it? You can never understand the logic of the madman, maybe he just thinks it's funny to stab Batman in the back, and doesn't even think about the irreparable consequences that may result?

I don't know what the reason is, but it doesn't matter what the reason is.

Now, the only thing that matters is that the last remaining bottle of antidote, the Joker's last hope of survival, fell to pieces on the ground because of himself. Blue liquid splattered all over the floor.

The clown desperately fell to the floor, desperately dipping his hands in the liquid spilled on the ground, and even leaning down to lick it with his tongue.

Needless attempts don't change anything.

Batman clutched his stabbed shoulder and stood silently, looking down at the Joker's movements, the crystal clear blue liquid cascading down the floor to the edge of his leather boots.

Finally, the clown, who seemed to accept the facts, slowly stood up, and the corners of his mouth still maintained that bright and terrifying smile. His face was hard to see at the moment, his face was full of shocking blood-red blood bubbles, and his little eyes that looked directly at Batman were full of viciousness and jackal-like ferocity.

"Now you're finally satisfied, huh? Bat? The clown said, "I killed your son and hurt all the people you care about, you care about." And now I've poisoned you, and that's not the best part! I also poisoned your beloved Gotham! Hahahaha"

Batman stared at him without any fluctuations, and said slowly, "Do you know where the most interesting part is?" That is, despite all you have done, in the end I was going to give you the antidote. ”

The clown froze for a moment, and rarely, he briefly withdrew his smile.

"Oh, that's so funny hahahaha"

As he spoke, he suddenly threw up his head again and laughed again, as if he had heard something extremely funny, and he laughed and retreated unsteadily, trembling with laughter.

He retreated to the only window in the room less than ten paces behind him, and didn't look back.

Batman realizes that something is wrong, and the arrow rushes up.

But it was too late.

The clown faced him like this, still grinning, with a sharp, maniacal laugh, and fell from the window without hesitation.

The back of the factory, facing Gotham Harbor.

Batman rushed to the window and looked down to see that half of his figure was gone, leaving only the rippling water in the dark of the night.

A king's playing card fell in the wind and floated above the water.

The king pattern on the upward side seems to be grinning wildly. (To be continued.) )