Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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