Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Our demands.
Even crime fighters need their sleep, Robin.
There must be some solution.
beneath the Bruce Wayne Ice Arena.
It's a hooded Siberian and Alaskan outer garment.
Put them on ice! Ice!
Darling.
Say no more, Alfred.
It is some kind of a trick.
Bruce Wayne, Batman, Robin.
- Don't touch the dials. - Darling.
And in its place was a message from Mr. Freeze.
Well, hurry, Batman, hurry, time now belongs to Mr. Freeze.
Frozen to its very marrow.
As far as Mr. Freeze is concerned, you are.
Take the professor back to the ice wagon.
- Mr. Freeze escaped us. - I am aware of that, Batman.