Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, yes. We must find him. To the Batcave.

Friends, we have a very special guest on the line.

I request all other citizens of Gotham City to comply with my wishes...

Yes, it must have been a remarkable demonstration of self-control.

I made the cookies myself.

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.

and give me room to manipulate. - A marriage of convenience, eh?

Tell me who said, "Biography should be written by an acute enemy"?

Your father, dear Cleopatra, lies immobile and in the grave...

through the skylight.

He's undergoing therapy to cure his ailment.

Well, if you insist.

- Hello. - Mr. Jackson, this is Batman.

Oh, thank heavens.

in the old Boylston section of the city tonight. Alone.