The Bat's stubborn refusal to expire...
...*is driving us insane*!
Don't worry, baby...
You'll kill him soon.
Besides...
I made your favorite tonight:
Sparkling champagne and... yummy poached salmon with little itty-bitty quail eggs and a...
creamy... dreamy... lemon soufflé.
No, *I* made your favorite:
A charred heart of black boar... a side of raw donkey meat...
...and, a Sterno and grain alcohol, straight up, baby!
- Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa! - Perfect! Ha-ha!
Ladies, you spoil us.
We're of two minds about what to eat first.
{Ding} What?!
[Riddler] I hope you made extra.
[Two-Face] Who the hell are you?
Just a friend.
But you can call me...
...the Riddler.
I'll call you dead, is more like it! How did you find us here? Talk!
But then if I talked, what would keep you from slaying me, O Segregated One?
By the way... that's never gonna heal if you don't stop picking.
Hoooh...!
Let's see if you bleed green.
- Harvey...! - Ha-ha-ha!
I don't think it's me you wanna kill.
That's just too easy for someone as powerful as you.
...and you.
But Batman? (Gasps)
There's a challenge.
KILL THE BAT! - Ha-ha-ha.
Sounds like a good idea.
But have you thought it through? A few bullets, a quick splash of blood, and then what?
Wet hands...
Post-Homicidal Depression...
Why not humiliate him first?
Expose his frailties? And then when he is at his weakest...
CRUSH HIM!!!
Heh, heh...
I see that... sparkle in your left eye.
Heh.
I can help you get Batman.
That is if you'll... spare my life for... just a few moments.
Heh.
[whispers] Thank you.
I simply love what you've done with this place. Heavy metal meets House & Garden.
Ha-ha-haa!
Beautiful.
It's so dark, and Gothic, and...
...*disgustingly decadent*!
(Growling)
Yet so bright, and chipper, and...
...conservative.
(Whistles)
It's so... *you*!
And yet, so YOUUU!
He-heh.
Very few people are both a summer and a winter, but...
...you pull it off nicely.
Ha!
[Fires bullet which then ricochets]
What's the point, big boy?
Has anybody ever told you you have a SERIOUS IMPULSE CONTROL PROBLEM?!?!
*This*...is the point.
This is how I found you. Let me demonstrate...
*This* is your brain on The Box.
This is my brain on The Box.
DOES ANYBODY ELSE FEEL LIKE A FRIED EGG?!?!
I'll have a bit more, thank you.
Oh, there's more... but only the first one's free.
Here's the bargain:
You will help me steal production capital,
so I can put a Box on every TV in town,
...and become Gotham's cleverest, carbon-based life-form!
And in return...
Is everybody paying attention?
I will help you solve the greatest riddle of all...
The *mother* of all riddles:
Who is... Batman?
Hmm.
You have broken into our hideout.
You have violated the sanctity of our lair.
For this, we should crush your bones into powder.
However, you pose a most interesting proposition.
Therefore - heads: we accept; and tails: we blow your damn head off!