A faint jazz trumpet echoes over the rooftops. A purple spotlight flares to life — no source, no reason. Just… there.

A gang of terrified civilians sprint down the street as JOKER cartwheels into frame, landing in a perfect dancer’s pose.

Behind him appear:

PENGUIN, waddling with surprising rhythm.
RIDDLER, tapping his cane like a vaudeville performer.
TWO-FACE, one side suave, the other snarling, but both keeping perfect time.

The four snap into position — shoulders rolling, knees bouncing, arms doing those wide, exaggerated flourishes.

A big band riff kicks in.

JOKER

(spinning, jazz-hands)
“We could've been anything we wanted to be
But don't it make your heart glad…”

Joker twirls down the center of the street, spraying purple graffiti hearts onto walls as he sings.

PENGUIN

(black coat fluttering, umbrella twirling)
“That we decided, a fact we take pride in
We became the best at being bad!”

He thwacks a car window with his umbrella, alarms blaring in time with the music.

RIDDLER

(leaning in, cane tapping to the beat)
“We could've been anything we wanted to be
With all the talent we had…”

He hop-steps across crosswalk lines like they’re piano keys, each one lighting up neon green.

TWO-FACE (GOOD SIDE)

(charming, pointing at the crowd)
“No doubt about it, we whine and we pout it
We're the very best at being bad guys!”

TWO-FACE (SCARRED SIDE)

(angry growl)
“We're rotten to the core
And my congratulations no one likes you any more!”

He shoots up a burning car with one hand in perfect rhythm, landing on beat.

THEY FORM A KICKLINE

Joker, Penguin, Riddler, and both sides of Two-Face swing into a high-energy kickline, legs flinging ridiculously high as alarms, screams, and crumbling streetlights sync to the song’s tempo.

ALL FOUR

(kicking, spinning, terrorizing)
“Bad guys, we're the very worst
Each of us contemptible, we're criticised and cursed
We made the big time, malicious and mad
We're the very best at being bad!”

Joker tosses grenades into the air.
Penguin fires umbrella bullets around like rhythmic fireworks.
Riddler corkscrews through the chaos with Broadway precision.
Two-Face knocks over a lamp post which hits the groung hard enough to crack the pavement — in time.

THEY DANCE DOWN GOTHAM’S MAIN STREET

Streetlights burst into strobe patterns. Fire hydrants blow skyward. Gotham citizens flee as if chased by a four-man jazz parade from hell.

JOKER & RIDDLER

(locking arms, spinning down the road)
“We could've been anything we wanted to be
We took the easy way out…”

Riddler kicks open a door. Joker tosses a pie into the room. Explosion.
They keep dancing like it’s nothing.

PENGUIN

(swinging his umbrella like a conductor’s baton)
“With little training, we mastered complaining
Manners seemed unnecessary…”

TWO-FACE

(both sides singing in imperfect harmony)
“We're so rude, it's almost scary!”

His scarred half sprays bullets at a store sign.
The clean half tips his hat politely.
Both gesture with showman flair.

THE FINALE — CHAOS CHOREOGRAPHED

The four villains leap onto a taxi and perform the shoulder-shimmy finale, complete with exaggerated hip-swings, elbow pumps, and synchronized knee-drops.

Explosions rhythmically burst behind them like fireworks.

ALL FOUR (BIG FINISH)

“We could've been anything that we wanted to be
With all the talent we had
With little practice, we made every black list
We're the very best at being bad
We're the very best at being bad
We're the very best at being bad!”

JOKER slaps the side of the taxi, which immediately blows up in a huge pink cloud of smoke shaped like a heart.

The villains bow with dramatic flair as Gotham burns behind them — spotlights swirling, civilians screaming, and jazz horns blaring triumphantly.