Swooshing down from the dark skies onto the mean streets of the South Side of Chicago TheBatman emerged from the darkness, the flickering lights dancing behind him and heavy rain bouncing off the heavily worn and faded batsuit. TheBatman turns his attention to the streets. Breathing heavily and with blood dripping from his fist he clears his throat.

Yes, your eyes do not deceive you. I have left the mean streets of Gotham and am no longer the scourge of criminals everywhere. I have come to these streets to indulge in the life of crime and chaos I once fought to prevent. Why you may ask? Because I can, because I am TheBatman. I will be snatching those purses and robbing those post offices with the best of them, dealing all the drugs under the sun and doing more felonies than you could possibly imagine. I will be the last face that many a mobster see before the bullet enters their skull. But please remember one thing. I have the cape so I make the fucking swoosh noises.

With that TheBatman swooshes the hell out of the streets and launches himself back into the dark skies of Chicago to find his next victim. 

Vivian_Ward was walking home from the picture show, when out of the darkness swooshed a scary masked, caped figure. She heard him explain that he used to be a hero, and now he was an arch villain. She cringed in fear, as he swoooshed past her to go find his next victim.

HenriDucard sat upon nearby rooftop, listening to the alleged Caped Crusader speak of his turning to life of crime. Henri always knew that it would end up like this, the both of them making money for the darker side of things. Laying in the shadows, he discretely starts making swoosh noises. 

Swooshing above the streets TheBatman spies a figure crouching below. His bat senses tingle and tell him that the figure below is none other than Vivian_Ward, knowing that they come from the glitzy streets of Las Vegas, TheBatman swooshes down the street and spies an old woman with her purse poking out from her handbag. 

Ah ha, easy pickings for me this time. 

Swooping and swooshing down he snatches the purse with ease, savoring the $150 and tucking them into the bat wallet, before launching himself back into the dark alleys of South Side and off to find some rotting corpses with a full wallet. 

Thank goodness for the trusty new bat shovel he mutters, chuckling to himself

Bat senses tingling like never before only meant one thing, his old mentor HenriDucard was in town. The days of standing up for the weak and innocent had brought them to fight against each other, but no more. Now, he knew, that Ducard had always been right. TheBatman was ready for the dark side and the joy the life of crime can bring. 

No matter how quietly they are, I hear those swooshes. 

Jumps from a high, and plummets down to the streets before unleashing an almighty SWOOSH at the last minute. As the swoosh thunders down the street TheBatman swoops back to the rooftops of Chicago mumbling to himself. 

My work here is done