Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Get out, little cutie pie. Come on...
- Are you it'? - Yes.
Harm her? Arrrrrgh!
Of course.
Hiding you out in this vacant apartment right next to your very own.
and throw them out the window into the truck.
Gotham City Public Library.
Oh, excuse me, sir.
Seven, your apartment. Bruce Wayne is meeting us there to pick you up.
- What...? - Riddle me this.
Holy cuffs, batman! Indeed. Robin.
Is that horrible man gone?
But I had no intention of tricking you.
- Alfred's really giving it to them. - So is Batgirl.
I'll... I'll...
Holy cuffs, batman! Indeed, Robin.
Get away. Get away. Unhand me, you poacher. Hwah, hwah, hwah.
becomes the son-in-law of the police commissioner.
If you reveal my identity to anyone, I'll be of no further use as a crime-fighter.
She won't be troubling Gotham City for a long while.
Although it begins none too differently, just wait.
Bats. I'm surrounded by bats.
It's the last place in Gotham City anybody would think of looking for you.
Oh, it's the preacher.
Perhaps some other time.
for musical appreciation and the social amenities.
Is that any way to speak to your daughter's guardian?
Think how horrible it would have been to be married to the Penguin.
right after you've performed my marriage, yeah?
- The law will get you in the end. - I am merely going to dunk you a little.
is leaving for her night of culture and social graces...