What I really don't understand about the Batman stories from the 50's is that he's always had a decent rogues gallery. It's not he didn't have plenty of foes that he could battle and easily stay within the Comics Code.
But for some reason, he seemed to prefer dealing with unfrozen cavemen:
Yup. It came to that. Detective #285 was Batman's legendary struggle against a caveman. I have decided it's almost mandatory you have a copy of this in your collection before you can call yourself a true Bat-Fan.
Why? Because you get to see Batwoman save the day with a roasted chicken:
I admit, I don't understand women all the time, and I grew up with three sisters and have been married 19 years. But I never second-guess anyone who wants to go get a roasted chicken.
Note that it wasn't the woman in the skin-tight outfit that interested him. It was the roasted chicken. I've reached that point in my life as well. You think it'll never happen to you, but it does.
I don't know that sleep pellets were necessary. If I ate a whole roasted chicken, I think the challenge would be keeping me awake.
Oh, Batman.... such a chauvinist pig, you are. A woman beat him! A woman! I wouldn't have believed it had I not seen it with my own eyes! Well, I guess you got lucky, Batwoman! Now get back in the Bat-Kitchen and make us some sammitches!
Oh, my. See you tomorrow!