Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Throw a complete anti-criminal cordon around Gotham Town Hall.
The felons were a trio of female phantoms, apparently Burmese dancing girls.
Good day, sir.
I'll toy idly with the keys and set the mood again.
But you have a voice of a nightingale.
I can almost smell the Highland heather, remembered so fondly from my youth.
Too bad we have to turn over 95 percent to that chiseling, bad nick brother of yours.
Indeed, madam. Demonic.
Like a dream, lover.
ourselves.
Batman is enjoying one of his infrequent vacations.
And now, exit music for a pair of bats.
NARRATOR". A peaceful evening at Wayne Manor.
Still, it nags at me.
Such mastery of the keyboard.
Gone, like wraiths.