Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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