Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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