Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So those were the plans Penguin stole from the Hexagon.
It's a good thing you finished. I was beginning to run out of veils.
Page from your own book, huh, Penguin?
After all, you're a millionaire now.
And it won't be long before we recover Penguin.
Don't we all?
Boy, this sure is a boring job. Nothing ever happens here.
Frankly, Pengy, I don't see why you need Aunt Hilda's love potion...
No, aunty. You wouldn't want a poor, homeless bird thrown out into the street, would you?
Oh, you'll never crack that safe, Batman.
Why don't you just use the suits of armor?
Batman. How did that fink get off the scrap heap?
I hope your aim is good.
Yeah, it's pretty routine.
I wish I knew, commissioner.