Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

the clouds above police headquarters seemed to be darkening...
are victims because of their own panic. - Not doing a lot for my nerves.
Seems to me that any nest is most blessed when there are little ones in it.
Now, if my original premise was correct and that machine has done a man's job...
Fifteen feet of lethal quicksand.
- How did they survive? - Right was on our side, that's how.
Fill it. Quickly.
In mere moments, an explosive charge inside that ticking green box...
As the seconds tick away...
How could the Riddler resist such a treasure.
I knew it was a cheap flashlight.
Listen to this.
like a puzzle?
zero minus three...
Standing fast will prompt unholy destruction.
Oh Quicksand sucking us in, struggle
Yes. I'm Batman.
And 13 for man.
or as an infant.
I'll help you just as soon as I collate these figures for the remote Bat Computer.
No man can live with the wails of the hungry children in his conscience.