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I reproach myself bitterly for having been out of touch.
NARRATOR". Behind the facade of a bankrupt manufacturer...
Look, Batman, the felonious phantoms.
What on Earth will Bruce and Dick say when they get home?
Batman, where the devil are you in this hour of need?
Thank you, Chandell. We'll take care of him.
Don't worry, we'll buy him off forever, quite soon.
Artists like yourself need sleep, don't they?
At her request, sir, I left her at Gotham Town Hall.
Tell him the Dynamic Duo is back in action.
but I fear this thrilling téte-à-téte must come to an end for now.
Amazing, an armed assault by female phantoms.
Can't be helped. I'm leaving no stone unturned in our effort to protect him.
I'm not sure I follow you.
Any idea where he hangs out?
It's useless.
Oh, what dreams I'll have.
Five million bucks, cash.
What is it, maestro?
This morning's Gotham City Times, the society page:
on that famous hotline I've read so much about?