I'm not shy that I think Silver Age covers are, by and large, amazing. Thusly:
The story really wasn't all that and a bag o'chips, but what a cover!
Before we go there, let's go back a few issues to Detective #409:
I don't recall a moralizing Batman in the comics much, at least not out loud. Sure, the Adam West television version rarely got through an episode without giving us safe driving or hygiene tips, but you rarely see this in print. And frankly, I don't care for his little message because I do think the rest of the world has pretty much lost its collective mind. And I hate to take anyone's inventory, but Batman is probably the last person in the world who is qualified to tell me that my outlook on human nature is too harsh. I expect this sort of crap from Superham.
Anyway, back to Detective #413:
I think people would take you more seriously if you didn't pick your nose while you talked to them. Just excuse yourself, use a tissue, and then tell us about the witch's curse. I can assure you, most folks will give you those few moments you need to put your best foot forward.
Uh-oh. Get ready for an Unintentionally Hilarious Moment (tm!):
Oh, man. He couldn't just find her? He had to kick her hard enough to stub his toe? It seems like Mr. Master-of-the-Night there might notice a body lying there in the woods, but I suppose everyone has an off day. That's going to be a hard one to explain once she wakes up, though:
Miss, are you okay?
Yes, Batman... except I have this sharp pain in my side. It feels like someone kicked me!
Hmmm... you probably rolled over onto a sharp rock. Or something.
Batman? How did I get this odd, toe-shaped bruise?
Uh... I found you that way. Yeah, that's it! You had it when I found you!
See you tomorrow, I hope! There's another 5 to 10 inches of snow expected, so keep checking back if I have to miss a day!