Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Good thought, Robin. Perhaps we can learn something.
Tonight?
Good night.
but there's almost always a cab waiting downstairs.
There's a mystery here...
Yes, sir.
Hear this then, maestro.
It's your own fault, Chandell, kid...
Imagine me singing to the piano of the world-famous Chandell.
Batman.
"To the Batmobile, Robin. Let's go."
What else could I do? I'd hurt my fingers in the piano lid.
and I have a strange hunch that Chandell is at the heart of it.
The Dynamic Duo, out of town?
Let's interrogate them, huh?
that I'm positive doesn't belong there.
Luck spelled "Caped Crusaders."