Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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