Here's a head-scratcher from Detective Comics #115:
Okay, first we're having hand grenades thrown at us:
Next, they're shooting at us:
And then, Batman just lets everyone leave:
If someone throws hand grenades and starts shooting at me, you had better believe no one is walking away if I have anything to say about it. I don't care whose idea it was, if you throw a hand grenade at my face, you and I now have issues.
And have you ever noticed that thugs from the Golden Age almost always wear lilac-colored suits? Represent!
Oy! See you Monday!