DC Universe- 2100

"Winning. What do you want?" Bat-Woman says in response, keeping an eye on Caliber.

"Promises are useless" Riddler smiled turning to leave her "Now have fun in your cage, I've got some exterminating to do."

Nightingale slipped out a device from a hidden compartment in her suit ad began working on escaping the cage.

Nightwing followed Scarecrow to Riddler's hideout.

Sturm flew through the flashbang and landed blasting Play-Doh away with a powerful concussive wave before flying at Batman and grabbing him by the throat. "Terminate." He said beginning to pull on his neck to tear his head off.

Play-Doh grabs Sturm and slams him into the wall of the tunnel then gets inside of Sturm and starts expanding from his interior to destroy him from the inside out.

"The explosives have been disarmed, but now Play-Doh is helping me against the cyborg and he seems to have hidden Black Bat...", Batman says and rubs his throat getting up.

"As bizarre as that sounds, I'm not hearing an 'I need you to do something' in there."

"I need you to keep the body count low. Preferably at zero.", Batman says. "And join me in finding Lorie."

Bat-Woman hangs up and rolls her eyes. "One of these days, Alice. POW! To the moon," She mutters, configuring her line launcher.

Caliber cocks an eyebrow and dashes straight for her, seeing it as an opportunity.

Bat-Woman steps to the side and trips her, using the line launcher to catch her around the ankle, then shooting the other end at the pipe near the ceiling, hanging her upside down. Then she grabs an adhesive pod, and throws it at her foot to keep her from pulling the line off. "Don't go anywhere," she says, walking off to go and meet up with Batman, mumbling beneath her breath as she disappears around a corner.

"GrrrrraaaaAAAAGH, GODDAMMIT!", Caliber could be heard shouting.

"I'm on my way.  Don't die before I get there.  If you croak, I wanna watch," she says.  "And, you know, get a chance to avenge you and all that."

"Full of wit like always.", Batman replied dryly and continued down the tunnel.

Lorie sits in the tunnel against a wall, out of energy, it seems. Her mask is still missing. She has a batarang in hand as well, ready to throw it at whoever or whatever might come around that corner.

"Little Bat", Batman says before coming around the corner. He held his hands up, one holding her mask. "It is only me.", he tells her and kneels down infront of her, offering the mask. "Are you alright?"

Black Bat gets up and holds up the Batarang. "Yeah, sure. And how do I know you're not Clayface or Play-Doh or Mudman or whoever? That's not even my mask, is it? It's some clay trap. As soon as I put it on, it'll fill my lungs with mud and suffocate me, right?"

"Is that what Play-Doh tried to do? He took off your mask so he could suffocate you by showing off his impressive craftsmanship?", Batman says. "How do I know you're not a clay clone or whatever", he asks before pausing. "...Ah, I know. I'm a stick in the mud. Nevermind the pun. And Bat-Woman's a pain in your ass."

"He...could have been Clayface or Mudman. They're smarter," Black Bat says, taking the mask and feeling it to be sure it's the genuine article and not made of clay. "Where'd he go?"

"He's facing off against the cyborg. Oddly enough it seemed like he was... Protecting me.", Batman answered. "Oh, and it was definitely Play-Doh. Couldn't get any reply out of him. Which begs the question... Did somebody, probably Missy, send after him?"

"That IS bizarre. Maybe we should go back there and gets some answers. Batman and Little Bat style," she says.

"Maybe.", Batman says and looks at her. "Although, I think I'll ask again. How do I know you're you?"

"You...you JUST said Play-Doh was back there fighting a cyborg. He can't talk more than two word sentences. Why would a clay clone be able to?"

"A Clayface appeared not too long ago across down town, fully capable of reasoning and answering through more than 'Yes' and 'No'.", Batman tells her, having a hard time not grinning at her reaction. "Come on now."

"Yeah, you told me already. Big fight. Deadly guy. All that jazz," she responds.

"Did I?", Batman arches an eyebrow. "I can't ever recall-- Oh fine, let's take care of the scrap heap and the lug of Clay.", he says once noticing Lorie's trademark glare. "It's DEFINITELY you...", he mutters as they head to the fight.