Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There was an imposter made to look like you.
The bomb detector of the Batmobile. It's flashing red.
The Wayne Memorial clock tower.
'Where and what?'
What is he doing?
'with a tricky ejector.'
Then, that so called policeman who pinched me...
A scorched, powder-burnt, book cover.
'I doubt whether it's entirely abandoned, either.'
I wonder why you don't write your own bestseller.
Perhaps there's a clue to be found on that Bookmobile.
♪ Batman ♪
Psst.
Back to that huge old warehouse on Harbor Avenue.
♪ Batman ♪
Holy detonator. Let's go.
'He got rid of the bomb'
Could it really be one from the Gotham City Public Library?
Why don't you untie me, hmm?
And quickly, before that Bat-gas wears off.
Precisely.
This ought to be high enough.
but it's a precaution I must take.
Careful, Robin. Both hands on the Bat-rope.
It's the least we can do.