"Slade, what did you need me for?"
The holographic call connected. On Luthor's end, the bald man was dissecting an Alien corpse, holding a liver-like organ in both hands as he placed it onto a tray. The creature's blood looked like green jelly.
"I wanted to ask about Clayface Plasma. You should have time now, right?"
Deathstroke's voice echoed through the Bell Tower. He narrowed his eyes at the creature on the operating table and realized it seemed to still be alive, merely anesthetized.
That made him suspect Luthor was cooking. Maybe he was planning to make Alien sashimi?
"Clayface Plasma, yes, one of my discoveries. A few years ago, I acquired a piece of Clayface's shed body. I isolated a liquid from it and combined it with several radioactive mutagens to produce something similar to plasma. That's what it was called."
The bald man shook his hands, took the gauze handed over by a Skeleton Drone, and wiped them clean. He paused his work and looked toward Deathstroke.
"Since it isn't Serum, it can't be injected and can only be taken orally. Experimental results proved that an ordinary healthy human male with average physical capabilities can temporarily gain shapeshifting abilities after consuming a tiny amount of Clayface Plasma. The duration varies from person to person. What, don't you have Symbiotes that can grant that ability? Why ask about such a cheap little toy? It has side effects."
"I suspect someone is planning to use your little toy for something. That Year of the Villain thing you pulled left me with a whole pile of loose ends to clean up."
Pulling out a bottle and taking a swig, Su Ming handed the rest to Bobo before continuing.
"But for now, it's only a suspicion. The suspect died in the police