Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wait, Bruce? What for?
Do you promise a fair duel?
- What? - Article 69 B.
This is an electrical metal detector.
You're in here for violating the sanitary code.
Who are your associates in this curious venture?
Hold it, you crooked bird.
When this pompous, waddling master of foul play all but asks to be arrested...
Tell Batman the old abandoned Navy recreation center.
Quack. Over and out.
what chance with those piddling ploys?
Routine crime detection.
- What's it mean, boss? - It's my brand-new bat detector.
- Oh. - Efficiency.
Number P-1.
The average tab came to 87 bucks per person.
You're arresting me?
Adieu for now.
Faugh, I don't know what you're talking about, Batman.
I can't imagine, but it's obviously his ploy, stealing that bracelet under your very eyes.
I get it.
I do hope that you're enjoying your dinner.
Do you wanna see their papers, Batman?
- Just as I planned. - You planned?
However, there's something strange about all this.
- Good night. - Good night.
You may resume your normal duties.
- Why? - Oh, well, efficiency, Mr. Wayne. That's all.
As a duly deputized agent of the law...
But how to foil it?
True, Chief O'Hara.
Okay, Penguin.
Ah, wonderful.
in the kitchens of the Gotham City State Penitentiary.
Sure. Instead of telling the waiter what you wanted, you had to write it out.