Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

for musical appreciation and the social amenities.
Is that any way to speak to your daughter's guardian?
- Are you it'? - Yes.
Holy cuffs, batman! Indeed, Robin.
Perhaps some other time.
Is that horrible man gone?
Oh, it's the preacher.
Hiding you out in this vacant apartment right next to your very own.
It's the last place in Gotham City anybody would think of looking for you.
I'll... I'll...
She won't be troubling Gotham City for a long while.
Think how horrible it would have been to be married to the Penguin.
- Alfred's really giving it to them. - So is Batgirl.
- The law will get you in the end. - I am merely going to dunk you a little.
Holy cuffs, batman! Indeed. Robin.
becomes the son-in-law of the police commissioner.
Get out, little cutie pie. Come on...
Get away. Get away. Unhand me, you poacher. Hwah, hwah, hwah.
Harm her? Arrrrrgh!
is leaving for her night of culture and social graces...
Bats. I'm surrounded by bats.
Of course.
and throw them out the window into the truck.
Although it begins none too differently, just wait.
If you reveal my identity to anyone, I'll be of no further use as a crime-fighter.
- What...? - Riddle me this.
right after you've performed my marriage, yeah?
But I had no intention of tricking you.
Gotham City Public Library.
Oh, excuse me, sir.
Seven, your apartment. Bruce Wayne is meeting us there to pick you up.