After investigating the strange mechanical parts I... received from Rogue II and Anarky, I realized they were a sort of... advanced computer module. I connected the pieces (luckily, they were shipped with detailed instructions) and hooked them to the Bat-Computer.
The resulting barrage of information was quite, strange, shall we say:
I think I might be able to help here- I got a BIG package in the mail yesterday, I actually needed help getting it into the house- it's a REAL weird lookin thing, made of something that sorta seems like plastic but is REALLY heavy- it has some writing on it but it's not any language I've ever seen, and it seems to have pieces of dried seaweed stuck to it...
If you like, I will see that it is shipped to Bruce like the other mysterious bits were- I have a feeling it's got something to do with this mystery...
Huh. Weird. I opened it and it looks like a giant gunmetal gray bear trap... but different. The whole thing smells of salt. I'll pass it along to Batman and see if it helps.
"Say Jim! WHOOOO! That is a bad outFIT! Whooo!"--Pimp, Superman The Movie "You're an idiot, Starscream." --Megatron,Transformers: The Movie
I got a box today too. It was empty. I think Bizarro The Grin tried to mail himself here again and forgot to seal himself inside it again(thankfully). Anyway, I will pass to Batman this empty box for any hair follicles that might have fallen into it.
Kidhuman, it turns out that your box contained... a fart, and nothing more. If you had examined more... closely, you would've seen Slicker's name on the return label.
The fumes were quite... pungent. I am working to revive Ace the Bat-Hound as we speak.
Mabudon, the reason the language was unfamiliar is that it was Latverian. Although the piece did not at first seem to... integrate well with the other parts, I was able to use a Bat-Hammer to force it into a connection port on the earlier contraption.
Sadly, this piece does not seem to be the missing "booty" that we need to solve this case.
YEAH I I GOT TO KNOW YOUR NAME
WELL AND I COULD TRACE YOUR PRIVATE NUMBER BABY
ALL I KNOW IS THAT TO ME
YOU LOOK LIKE YOURE LOTS OF FUN
OPEN UP YOUR LOVIN ARMS
I WANT SOME
WELL I...I SET MY SIGHTS ON YOU
(AND NO ONE ELSE WILL DO)
AND I...IVE GOT TO HAVE MY WAY NOW BABY
(AND NO ONE ELSE WILL DO)
AND I...IVE GOT TO HAVE MY WAY NOW BABY
ALL I KNOW IS THAT TO ME
YOU LOOK LIKE YOURE HAVING FUN
OPEN UP YOUR LOVIN ARMS
WATCH OUT HERE I COME
YOU SPIN ME RIGHT ROUND BABY
RIGHT ROUND LIKE A RECORD BABY
RIGHT ROUND ROUND ROUND
YOU SPIN ME RIGHT ROUND BABY
RIGHT ROUND LIKE A RECORD BABY
RIGHT ROUND ROUND ROUND
NO HANDLEBARS HAN SHOT. FIRST! PERIOD. NO HANDLEBARS MORE COWBELL! NO HANDLEBARS GO FUCK YOURSELF™
Quite odd... Apparently, the device I hammered in this morning was a sort of Latverian... transmitter. I received a Bat-Message just now from a mysterious entity identifying himself only by the initials R.R.
The message is as follows:
Don't know much about dancin'
That's why I got this song
One of my legs is shorter than the other
'N' both my feet's too long
'Course now right along with 'em
I got no natural rhythm
But I go dancin' every night
Hopin' one day I might get it right
I'm a dancin' fool, I'm a
Dancin' fool
I hear that beat; I jump outa my seat,
But I can't compete, 'cause I'm a
Dancin' fool, I'm a
Dancin' fool
The disco folks all dressed up
Like they's fit to kill
I walk on in 'n' see 'em there
Gonna give them all a thrill
When they see me comin'
They all steps aside
They has a fit while I commit
My social suicide, I'm a
Dancin' fool, I'm a
Dancin' fool
The beat goes on
And I'm so wrong
The beat goes on
And I'm so wrong
The beat goes on 'n' I'm so wrong
The beat goes on 'n' I'm so wrong
The beat goes on 'n' I'm so wrong
I may be totally wrong, but I'm a
Dancin' fool, I'm a
Dancin' fool
*Youwsa, youwsa, youwsa*
I got it all together now
With my very own disco clothes, hey!
My shirt's half open, t'show you my chains
'N' the spoon for up my nose
I am really somethin'
That's what you'd prob'ly say
So smoke your little smoke
Drink your little drink
While I dance the night away, I'm a
Dancin' fool, I'm a
Dancin' fool
I may be totally wrong, but I'm a
I may be totally wrong, but I'm a
I may be totally wrong, but I'm a
FOOL-uh!
Batman wrote:Kidhuman, it turns out that your box contained... a fart, and nothing more. If you had examined more... closely, you would've seen Slicker's name on the return label.
The fumes were quite... pungent. I am working to revive Ace the Bat-Hound as we speak.
I thought farts had to be stored in bottles. Who ever heard of a boxfull of farts?
I HAVE YOU NOW! 
