Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Batman is enjoying one of his infrequent vacations.
I can almost smell the Highland heather, remembered so fondly from my youth.
ourselves.
Too bad we have to turn over 95 percent to that chiseling, bad nick brother of yours.
Like a dream, lover.
And now, exit music for a pair of bats.
Good day, sir.
I'll toy idly with the keys and set the mood again.
Gone, like wraiths.
The felons were a trio of female phantoms, apparently Burmese dancing girls.
Indeed, madam. Demonic.
Still, it nags at me.
Such mastery of the keyboard.
Throw a complete anti-criminal cordon around Gotham Town Hall.
NARRATOR". A peaceful evening at Wayne Manor.
But you have a voice of a nightingale.