Annie clutched her head, blinking profusely. She'd... she'd been running away. From her father. From Clayface. From herself? She still didn't understand, not really. -But Robin had needed her help. He couldn't take Clayface by himself - he was too strong. And... she was the one he wanted.
She remembered tackling him. She remembered his body giving way beneath her, his clay trying to grip at her, tug her into its mass. His mind crushing down all around her...
And then nothing. She'd somehow ended up here. Wherever here was... inside of Clayface's mind, maybe? In a dream?
The question came back to her again: Was she even real? Or just a fragment of her father's mind? She wasn't even supposed to exist... She wasn't even real.
Option 3:
Rain.
She was running from it, her cloak held over her head, trying to keep it from splashing down on her. She knew that it probably couldn't hurt her - not something light like this - but she ran anyway...
Water had always been one of Clayface's greatest weaknesses. He couldn't really hold a shape in it,as a rule. She was just a fragment of clayface - able to hold her form continuously, without apparent effort - yet she worried that the same thing would happen to her if she got drenched.
What if she turned into nothing but a pile of goop? What if she couldn't reform herself - or if she lost her personality, with her form? She knew it was ridiculous, but she ran anyway. She ran and she ran and she ran.
Until she saw cover. With a sob of relief, she darted under it.
Annie Hagen | DC Animated Universe
Annie clutched her head, blinking profusely. She'd... she'd been running away. From her father. From Clayface. From herself? She still didn't understand, not really. -But Robin had needed her help. He couldn't take Clayface by himself - he was too strong. And... she was the one he wanted.
She remembered tackling him. She remembered his body giving way beneath her, his clay trying to grip at her, tug her into its mass. His mind crushing down all around her...
And then nothing. She'd somehow ended up here. Wherever here was... inside of Clayface's mind, maybe? In a dream?
The question came back to her again: Was she even real? Or just a fragment of her father's mind? She wasn't even supposed to exist... She wasn't even real.
Option 3:
Rain.
She was running from it, her cloak held over her head, trying to keep it from splashing down on her. She knew that it probably couldn't hurt her - not something light like this - but she ran anyway...
Water had always been one of Clayface's greatest weaknesses. He couldn't really hold a shape in it,as a rule. She was just a fragment of clayface - able to hold her form continuously, without apparent effort - yet she worried that the same thing would happen to her if she got drenched.
What if she turned into nothing but a pile of goop? What if she couldn't reform herself - or if she lost her personality, with her form? She knew it was ridiculous, but she ran anyway. She ran and she ran and she ran.
Until she saw cover. With a sob of relief, she darted under it.