Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Heavenly days, am I dreaming?
- Dick Grayson to Bruce Wayne, what's up? - Not sure. What would you say if I said...
Oh, of all the awful luck.
Listen for a moment.
Yes, Mr. Chandell, who indeed? Who beside yourself?
Bonnie, call Chandell in his dressing room at Gotham Town Hall.
Too bad we have to turn over 95 percent to that chiseling, bad nick brother of yours.
he'll be alertly marshaling all the forces of law and order.
He's been assaulted with a root beer bottle.
- Will the commissioner be in his office? - Of course. In the face of this crime wave...
which made you famous.
Now, let's see what else we can pick up in handsome Wayne Manor...
What luck. Here's a bottle of smelling salts.
I can almost smell the Highland heather, remembered so fondly from my youth.
Zip code, 9999979.
I fear we haven't a moment to lose.
commissioner, we're back in action.
All right, Hoffman.
Blackmailing a genius like myself into a life of crime.
I'd give me right arm to hear it now.
Bad news, so are the Caped Crusaders.
we're going to have to solve a case...