Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

in the old Boylston section of the city tonight. Alone.
I request all other citizens of Gotham City to comply with my wishes...
- Hello. - Mr. Jackson, this is Batman.
I made the cookies myself.
Friends, we have a very special guest on the line.
What?
Well, if you insist.
through the skylight.
and give me room to manipulate. - A marriage of convenience, eh?
Face it, Cleo.
Yes, it must have been a remarkable demonstration of self-control.
He's undergoing therapy to cure his ailment.
Tell me who said, "Biography should be written by an acute enemy"?
Your father, dear Cleopatra, lies immobile and in the grave...
Oh, thank heavens.
and see if my adored Cleopatra has changed her mind in the dungeon.
Don't move an inch.
The size of the package, Alfred, is in no way any indication of the value of its contents.
Oh, yes. We must find him. To the Batcave.