The girl is born pretty—and a rebel. […] The mouth, artfully carmined to allure, beseems the red door of a white sepulchre.

I went back in and threw a hand-grenade under the bed and then I brassed up the house. They were dead, of course.

Ace the Bat-Hound, a formerly lost dog, joined the Batfamily in 1959, wearing a black mask while assisting Batman and Robin […]

He was well onsides when the whistle blew.