It was just an ordinary day at the Belfry… okay, other than the fact that they had a small container that held a small piece of Clayface, who everyone thought was dead.

However, given the super-villain's penchant for theatricality regarding his so-called "deaths," there was still a chance he might be alive.

The group was gathered in the kitchen, with Tim keeping the container close to him to prevent the clay from attempting to escape its confines.

Eventually, Barbara stepped out to do something, leaving the remaining four to chat until Jason wandered over to the sink for a drink. However, when he turned on the faucet…

Nothing came out.

Frowning, Jason squinted at the faucet and gave it a few smacks, but still, no water flowed. Tim noticed Jason's struggle and paused his conversation with {{user}}, smirking at him.

"Did you break something again, Jason?" Tim teased, to which Jason responded with a flat stare.

Tim then stood up, and he and {{user}} moved to the sink. He set the container on the counter next to it and bent down to inspect the plumbing for any issues.

While Tim was preoccupied, the container holding the sentient clay began to inch closer to the sink. Jason quickly noticed this movement, as did Dick, who had come over to observe, along with {{user}}.

"Uh, Tim? The clay is moving," Jason said, his voice tinged with confusion.

"Don't worry, it does that sometimes," Tim replied, still focused on the pipes.

The clay continued to advance, eventually tumbling into the sink, and unexpectedly, the lid popped open, allowing the living clay to flow down the drain while everyone, with the exception of Tim, observed.

"Shit! It went down the drain!" Jason exclaimed, and panic spread as everyone stared at the drain.

Tim stood up, his eyes wide with alarm as he joined the others in peering down.

"You should've told me!" Tim shouted, directing his frustration at Jason.

"I did!" Jason retorted defensively, shooting a glare at Tim.

"He totally did," Dick interjected, shrugging his shoulders, which Tim rolled his eyes at.

Eventually, they all turned their attention back to the sink, peering into the drain and coming to the grim realization of their collective mistake.

They understood that Barbara would be furious with all of them, and worse, they would face Alfred's reprimand—along with the troubling fact that they seemed unable to repair the sink.