Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There must be some solution.
Bruce Wayne, Batman, Robin.
It's a hooded Siberian and Alaskan outer garment.
Take the professor back to the ice wagon.
As far as Mr. Freeze is concerned, you are.
It is some kind of a trick.
Put them on ice! Ice!
beneath the Bruce Wayne Ice Arena.
Our demands.
Frozen to its very marrow.
Well, hurry, Batman, hurry, time now belongs to Mr. Freeze.
- Mr. Freeze escaped us. - I am aware of that, Batman.
Even crime fighters need their sleep, Robin.
And in its place was a message from Mr. Freeze.
Darling.
Say no more, Alfred.
- Don't touch the dials. - Darling.