Clayface looked up from the desciated body of the late Trevor Glass even as a tendril disengaged from one of the computer banks. The drained body clattered to the floor, dried and broke into pieces as she briefly shimmered in shape. One moment she was an amorphous humanoid shape, the next she was a splitting image of the late Trevor Glass, then back to her normal form as she assimilated what she had acquired.<br/><br/>A massive fist, easily the size of Catwoman's chest, formed as Clayface turned to face her visitor even as tendril emerged from her body to pull in drives from the banks of computers around her. In the fitful lighting of the burning apartment suite, she looked positively demonic.<br/><br/>"This is none of your concern Catwoman." She said, a mix of her voice and others that she had acquired since her rebirth which was only more hellish.<br/><br/>