363/Clayface gets... Wallered.

Clayface gets... Wallered.
Date of Scene:	08 March 2020
Location:	Arkham Asylum Penitentiary
Synopsis:	Clayface, Matt Hagen is now a law abiding citizen? We'll see. Just what kind of deal did he make anyway?
Cast of Characters:	Matt Hagen, Amanda Waller
Tinyplot:	Suicide in Clay

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Matt Hagen has posed:
Clayface oozes about in his plexiglass, well bullet proof composit glass anyway, lined cell. He had been recently dosed again with the liquid nitrogen spray nozzel earlier because he dared ask for some food. From which they took as an attempt at escape by having them open an access port. Such a small provocation, but it is true that Clayface only needs food for entertainment not for sustanance... and he is hardly on the good behavior list for getting such niceties according to the warden.

It is early morning routine for the guards. A headcount takes in who is missing, if any, and who has been added in the nighttime hours by Batman or his family of batlings. No changes this morning. Infact, the only changes are that the cells near where Clayface is being held are being quietly cleared. Something is up, but he is hardly in a state to notice as he slowly oozes about in his cell trying to gather up his shattered and half-frozen portions.

Amanda Waller has posed:
Arkham Asylum stands at the top of a very short list of facilities reknowned for its inability to keep patients in the building long enough for rehabilitation. This isn't due to a lax in security, but the sophistication of the clinets for which it is often called to cater.

Amanda Waller knows this well.

She keeps tabs on locations like Arkham, which offers her a unique set of names each morning that she goes over with her coffee and breakfast. Names like: Joker, Riddler and the like. One such name is Mat Hagen, aka Clayface.

Pulling some strings, she's able to secure a pass to speak with the patient and moves easily through the hallways towards the plexiglass cage inwhich the man of clay is being kept. Escort by guards who look suspiciously at the stony faced woman who moves with a raptors grace dispite her size, one reaches out to knock the back of their knuckles against said glass to draw the mans attention, "Wake up, asshole, you've got a visitor."

Matt Hagen has posed:
Clayface ooozes slowly gathering more frozen bits and thawing them out in his centermass. He then releaxes and lets himself expand and fill the cell up about half-way with his mud-like substance before reducing down to about a third. From the center of the now pooled substance an approximation of a head and a sort of quazi-face begins to form upon it. A pair of gold eyes open and stare alien-like filled with resentment and hatred towards the guard.

"Go frag yourself." Clayface elloquently says. He does not reccognize the woman standing among them. Probably another public servant to serve him court papers or some other beurocratic nonsense. Though something stops him from expanding further. The woman has a... presence. Something the actor knows how to affect well in his various roles on stage or screen, and yet this is an authentic one. No faker here. This woman is dangerous and she knows it. "Whose the broad?" he asks the guard.

Amanda Waller has posed:
"Mr. Hagen." Amanda steps forward, cutting off the curt reply from the guard with a look that freezes the man directly to his bones. "You may leave." And they do... it isn't policy for them to leave her alone, but something in that womans look clearly indicates that not just their job is on the line if her orders aren't obeyed.

She stands silently staring at the exit until they've all stepped out of the immediate area, then slips a small box with adhesive side from her coats pocket. It attaches to the side of the case and she pushes a button in the middle, which doesn't appear to do anything visible.

Turning then, to Matt. "Mr. Hagen, my name is Amanda Waller and I've come with a very specific offer. Which I will only give once and is non negociable. If you refuse, you will be moved to a facility from which even you cannot escape and you will be forgotten about." Her cold eyes fix upon the unstable man, waiting for him to say anything.

Matt Hagen has posed:
Clayface frowns, the clay moving and shifting to approximate the facial expression. He studies the woman before him closely, memorizing her mannerisms and her form down to the smallest detail that he is capable of percieving. Then the clay filling the cell begins to move, gathering in a slow river until he obtains a somewhat humanoid shape.

A few moments later Amanda Waller is standing in the center of the cell also. Giving off the same vibe of danger and confidence. He then says in the woman's exact voice, "I've heard this before, Waller."

Waller... Waller... he's heard that name before. Always in whispers and inuendo. Frightened whispers. They were spoken in high places that he infiltrated, and in dark corners... very dark. "There's always some scientist threatening me, taking bits of me for study. All of them have an offer. All of them come with a threat. What makes yours any different?" The woman behind the glass eyes her original counterpart carefully.

Amanda Waller has posed:
"I can deliver on both." Amanda doesn't mence words or appears impressed by the clayform of herself, but does reach out a hand to send a low power, high frequency sonic pulse through the plexiglass at the figure standing there looking like her. It's probably like getting hit with a train.

Matt Hagen has posed:
Clayface looses cohesion, "What the hell!?" suddenly there is a splash of mud down onto the floor as the entire shape of the woman he was copying disolves and he instinctively flows towards the back of the cell to get away from the extreme irritation.

"Shut it off lady, or there's no deal! Ever!" he growls out in a bubbling but anguished voice.

Amanda Waller has posed:
"The first lesson you need to learn from this, Mr. Hagen, is that you don't give me orders. I give orders and you follow them." Amanda is matter of fact in her tone, but watches the pool of clay move around in the cage for several long minutes before she reaches up to deactivate the device. "I know of a facility, deep in the swamps of Louisiana, where a cage has been constructed specifically for you." Knocking her knuckles against the glass experimentally, smoothing the tips of her fingers over it in an outward semi-circle.

Paying only passing attention to the Gotham Rogue.

"It has your name on it, Matt."

Matt Hagen has posed:
Clayface relaxes in a pile of mud for a moment as he recovers himself. First the stick, and now here comes the carrot. He thinks to himself. He plays stunned for a longer moment letting the woman think that the sonics have much more of an effect on him than they did. He then slowly gathers himself upward again into a humanoid form. His head changes and becomes that of his original self, the handsome and upcoming movie star Matt Hagen, though his body still seems to struggle with shape and remains mud-like and only loosely humanoid.

"Again with the threats, Waller. Your psyche boys did a poor job in informing you what I am like. You're better off making an offer that I'd like if you want my cooperation." he says, "If you have something to offer me other than threats that is." he narrows his eyes, they shift back into that alien-gold color though the rest of his face remains cohesive. He has a secret, one that noone else knows. Not all of him is in this cell, and that is enough to give him confidence to ride this torture out. "Out with it, what's the offer?"

Amanda Waller has posed:
Amanda raises a brow at the newly formed Matt playing up the effectiveness of the device, but doesn't play her hand into the bluff. Whether she realizes it is a bluff or not. Her palms are set together infront of her, watching the man of clay for a while in absymal silence, as if she may never speak at all. Certainly letting it draw out as if she has no intentions.

Until she does.

"I'm putting together a group of metahumans who are irredeemable in the eyes of the law. The sole functionality of this group is to go into missions ill suited for individuals who are sworn to protect the peoples of this country and all legally recognized affilities. The stipulation is this: I will give you your freedom, issue a pardon for all crimes for which you are currently being held, in exchange you will act as a member of this team. Your compliance in this matter 'will' be assured, of course, but ultimately the choice is yours."

Holding up both hands, "Hand that feeds you? or..." Closing the other hand into a fist.

Matt Hagen has posed:
Clayface grins broadly, almost too broadly for a human face. The effect is creepy which is what he intends. "I see... Now for my counter offer. It is a small thing and likely easy enough for your boys in legal to amend. Not -just- the crimes for which I am being held. The ones they don't know about also. Do that, and understand that my time is my time... not yours. When I am on your clock I'll give you your one-hundred percent performance that you ask of me. The rest of the time... I do what I want." he says confidently. Perhaps it is an act, perhaps he is rather shaken under that facade of clay and mud with the human face. But every opportunity must be taken advantage of, even if by a little bit. "You'll get what you want, Waller. All of it. Just do that much."

Amanda Waller has posed:
"The crimes 'they' don't know about." Amanda doesn't smile, but she doesn't have to resort to parlor tricks to be creepy. Inclining her head, "Your time is my time. You will be called upon whenever I need you to be and I don't care if you're having dinner with your mother, when it comes, you answer." She doesn't mean that literally, with his mother anyways.

"The only counter offer is this... I accept the offer, Ms. Waller." Knocking her knuckles against the glass. "Your pardon isn't unconditional. You work it off.. every year you would be here in one of these, they will be rationed back to you. When not on assignments, you will be under constant monitoring. Don't assume that you're 'free'.. freedom and free are not the same thing, Mr. Hagen." Fixing the wide grinning monstrocity with a level stare.

"If you can accept that, we have a deal."

Amanda Waller has posed:
"The crimes 'they' don't know about." Amanda doesn't smile, but she doesn't have to resort to parlor tricks to be creepy. Inclining her head, "Your time is my time. You will be called upon whenever I need you to be and I don't care if you're having dinner with your mother, when it comes, you answer." She doesn't mean that literally, with his mother anyways.

"The only counter offer is this... I accept the offer, Ms. Waller." Knocking her knuckles against the glass. "Your pardon isn't unconditional. You work it off.. every year you would be here in one of these, they will be rationed back to you. When not on assignments, you will be under constant monitoring. Don't assume that you're 'free'.. freedom and free are not the same thing, Mr. Hagen." Fixing the wide grinning monstrocity with a level stare.

"If you can accept that, we have a deal."

Matt Hagen has posed:
Clayface 's expression sours, but he wasnt expecting much. "Okay, but I want a sallary. I wan't to live like a human being again. Can you do that much at least? It doesn't have to be grand, I just dont want to live in a sewer anymore. Get me?" he asks, "If that's the case I'll accept." he says shortly after pausing.

Clayface's other half is currently playing the part of a concrete foundation of one of Gotha's newly repaired bridges. It can break loose, and probably cause some damage as it does, but it will be a new him if something bad happens to this half of himself. Hagen knows he is far more capable than anyone currently knows. Especially after his stabilization treatments. He is no-longer vulnerable to too much water saturation... unless its from a firehose. His constructs are stronger and longer lasting though only for as long as his concentration is good for. His control over his mass is also improved, though not yet monsterously so... so to speak. He assesses the woman before him. She's connected. She's confident. She's dangerous to him. Just because he can survive anything she could do to him with his insurance policy, it doesn't mean he wants to. His body is his memories, his personality, after all... and a good part of what makes him himself is right here in this cell. "I understand the need for monitoring and all that. I just want to be treated like a human being again. Do that much and a deal is a deal." he says repeating himself.

Amanda Waller has posed:
Amanda blows out a breath from her nostrils at the constant offer and counter offer, "You will be given a place to live, but how you're treated is up to you, Mr. Hagen. You want to be treated like a human being?" Her hands remain together infront of her, "Act like one. A deal is a deal."

Matt Hagen has posed:
Clayface grins, "Then we're done, Ms Waller. Unless there's a job you want me to do right away..." He gets control of the rest of his body and soon the entire Matt Hagen is standing there wearing a clean, but unpretentious, business suit. "I'll be a good boy. The better you treat me the better and more willing my performance will be. Actors always are fussy types arent they? But I think we're good. Deal is a deal. Just remember one thing, Ms. Waller... one thing..." He steps up close to the glass. Right next to the device attached to it. "No body crosses Matt Hagen, and lives." he smiles casually and confidently. Though he half expects another 'lesson' in dicipline from the woman. He has a role to play after all and he'll play it right to the last.

Amanda Waller has posed:
Amanda inclines her head at the threat, "Not very human of you to making bold promises, Clayface." She reaches out to take the device from the glass and slips it into her coat pocket, turning without another word to make her way towards the door where she wraps upon the metal portal. There's a quiet exchange of words before she leaves and several dumb founded guards...

But shortly after they come over with hatred in their eyes, "You're free to go, Matt..."

Matt Hagen has posed:
Clayface waits while they undo the hermetic seals on his cage, he'll walk out rather than oozing out of the service portal. He insists upon it. Soon he is in the cooridor. He straghtens his tie. "Just be glad, gentlemen. I am a citizen now. A law abiding one." He then turns suddenly upon one of the guards, the one that has been dosing him repeatedly with liquid nitrogen at any slight excuse. "Be every glad!" he snears at the man and turns walking towards the exit to get processed out.