Blam blam.

God, I love this city. The sights, the people, the stink of it.

The traffic? Not so much.

[Swerves through a crowd. Bodies roll over the car. Men in similar hoods open fire on the police car behind them.]

[Laughs.]

Luthor's having a party, boys. I think we must have misplaced our invitations.

Party time! P-A-R-T Why? Because I GOTTA!

HAHAHAHAHA!

[One member of the Red Hood Gang doesn't catch the reference and is promptly shot in the head.]

Ha.

Let's llllight this place up.

Nothing like a nice warm fire to gather 'round in times of agony and sorrow.

[Gasoline is poured. People are beaten, badly. The rich, the politicians, the crooks, the serving staff, it doesn't matter.]

Nnng. Take what you can, kill who you can. You. [Gut-shot to the Hood who fell on him.] Stay put.

Time to go.