Disclaimer: I do not own any DC Characters including Batman, Superman or anyone else. They all belong to their respected authors. As for Haley Brown, He's my original Character.

Foreword from the Author: One Arc down, onto the real fun. With myself not even knee deep in school (yet) I'll probably be on a steady schedule of shelling at least one or two of these out a week so you readers might want to check constantly. I like e-mails and such and please act as my editors from time to time. If I make a mistake tell me and I'll edit and correct, that way readers after you can enjoy it as well. Also, Duo need reviews… I'll admit I tried being modest when I first started hoping not to get too many but when you get 8 in a week you tend to get…giddy.

Hoody Boy: Elseworld Stories
The Adventures of Haley Brown
Arc Two, Part One: Rough First Night

Haley sat perched on a roof top on the lower south side of Gotham. Evidence had lead him to this being a hot spot for criminal activity so he was waiting for someone to be stupid; 4 hours of sitting on a cold roof with nothing but someone bumping into someone else. Haley missed this most of all. Sitting, waiting, watching, and preying on clueless onlookers. He pulled down his goggles which cast the world into a grayish green tone. With a squint his vision zoomed into a dark alley, still nothing. Then like a pane of glass shattering in a silent room he heard the sound he'd been waiting for.

"AAIIIEEE!" Woman, probably late 20's, just behind Haley.

Haley jumped to his feet and ran up the incline and slid down the decent of the roof. He saw a guy trying to yank a girl through a doorway. Haley pulled out a Glock 9mm and made haste down the fire escape. He hit the ground with the sound of the door slamming. He put his Glock back in his pocket and walked over to the door. He wrapped on the side as hard as he could getting an echo from the other end.

The slat slid open and two eyes peered down at Haley, "What do you want?"

"I want the girl…" Haley said gruffly.

"What's a pint sized twerp like you going to do? Whine and cry to your momma?" The guy laughed and closed the slat.

Haley gave off a smug look and reached deep into his Hoody pocket. He pulled up and used to hands to take it out.

CLANG

The guy stopped and looked back; scratching his head he walked back to the door. Haley gritted his teeth and swung again.

SCREECH

The guy took a step back as he saw a large dent come forward through the middle of the door. Haley reared back and threw all the weight into this one.

SCREECRACK

The door went forward and nailed the guy on the head knocking him out cold. Haley stepped into the hallway, walking over the door with a massive sledge hammer over his shoulder. He looked at the growing lump on the back of the man's head. Haley stuffed the Sledgehammer into the pocket and started walking down the hall with his Glock in hand. He came to another steel door; he pulled the handle and stepped into the loudest rave he'd ever seen. The music almost deafened him and he couldn't walk straight because of it.

He put his hands in his pocket concealing the weapon and started making his way to the bar. Haley pushed through a crowd and made his way to the front. The bartender leaned so close their noses were almost touching.

"Can I help you!?!" He yelled; Haley could still barely understand him.

"I'm looking for a girl who was just brought in here like a minute ago!" Haley shouted.

The bartender nodded and pointed to double doors in the back. Haley shoved his way desperately through the crowd. He kicked open the double doors and found himself in the kitchen. No screams, the reprieve from the pounding decibels of music was a relief to him though. Haley walked among the stoves and fryers, his gun in hand.

"OW!"

Haley's head turned to a small door at the back of the room; he rushed down past the stove and shoved the door open with his shoulder. A large burly man turned around and stared at Haley.

"Get her to the car Fred; we got a hero on our hands…" He said cracking his knuckles.

From appearance the guy looked about 210 maybe 250 in that suit he was wearing was constricting him. Haley knew damn well a fist fight was out of the question but he didn't want to leave a bloody mess for the cops to find; simple and clean. Haley quickly grabbed a pump action shotgun and dropped his pistol in his pocket. The burly man looked at Haley confused for a moment as he saw him pull a shotgun out of thin air. Haley loaded a special bullet into the table and took aim. The burly man rushed Haley; he tried to get Haley to panic due to his girth.

Haley fired and hit him between the eyes with a bean bag at a velocity that could knock a Lion on it side and leave it out cold, this guy was no different. Haley snatched the bean bag up then dashed down the hall. The burly man was left in the hallway with his nose bleeding from the impact of the bean bag. He burst out into another back alley. He could hear the struggle and followed as fast as he could.

The guy yanked the girl as hard as he could, in any other case he would've knocked her out could and slung her over his shoulder and hoofed it easily but the boss didn't want a single hair on her head hurt. He was smart enough not to incur the wrath of the boss.

"DROP THE GIRL!" Haley yelled from behind.

The guy turned around and looked at Haley pointing the Glock right at him.

"Don't make me repeat myself, drop her!" Haley yelled.

The guy tossed the blonde into a dumpster, yanked out his weapon and dived behind it. Haley gritted his teeth as he put his back behind a brick wall. Oh yeah he really missed this adrenaline rush. He poked his head out and was met by two piping out lead shells racing past his head. Haley looked over to his left and eyed another fire escape. He ran up it taking 4 steps at the time. He made it to the roof and ran across it. He jumped down and landed right on the guy. He made a soft, pity the feeling wasn't mutual. Haley stood over him, his pistol trained on the guy's forehead.

Satisfied the guy was out cold Haley looked into the dumpster. He was expecting a 29 year old, he found a girl in her late teens, probably 6 foot 2. Her mouth was duck taped, her eyes were closed and she was crying. Her back hands were bound as well.

"Calm down please…" Haley said with authority.

She opened her eyes and looked at Haley, jade green none the less. He put his gun away and raised his hand. She closed her eyes and let out a muffled wail.

"I'm not going to hurt you, please calm down already…" Haley said over the screams.

She looked at him again; he reached over and pulled the duct tape off her mouth. She breathed heavily between sobs. Haley pulled her out of the dumpster and hugged her tightly to calm her down. She let out another scream, Haley just rolled his eyes. A searing, dull pain tore into the back of his head. He felt himself hit the alley floor, he could hear the screams but his arms didn't want to move. He tried his legs, dead to the world. He looked up and sees two more guys grab the girl and make their way to the street. Haley watched them stuff her into car and it speed off. He saw them grab their partner and leave him in the alley.

It took several minutes, a painful and agonizing several minutes. Haley pushed himself up and felt the back of his head.

"God damnit that hurt…" Haley muttered rubbing the welt.

He had her; he had her in his arms. She was safe and those guys sucker punched him in the back. Where Haley came from that meant war but with a new city come new rules and he needed to abide by them. He'd find that girl, the thugs who cracked him on the head and most of all the reason to why. He walked slowly and unsteadily out of the alley and onto the street using the wall several times for balance. He found a bench and leaned back to gain a little bit more balance in him.

"Oh those bastards are paying double for that one…" Haley said aloud.

He made his way home, paid the taxi and stumbled up the fire escape to his room. He rolled onto his bed and close his eyes. Sleep came easy after exhaustion and pain. Haley came down stairs at around 10 o' clock. It was Saturday, Uncle Jim's day off.

"Where are Barbra and Aunt Sara…?" Haley asked.

"Shopping." Uncle Jim answered, "Come here and share a bowl of frosted flakes with me."

Haley sat down and made himself a bowl of Cereal.

"You find anything yet?' Uncle Jim asked directly.

"Yeah, someone's lifting people off the street. I don't know for what but I had my run in with a few of them last night…" Haley said.

"You save the person?"

"No, they clubbed me and ran. I didn't want to leave a mess so I didn't kill anyone. Usually I do the opposite." Haley said finishing a bit of cereal.

"I'm glad for it too." Uncle Jim said looking at Haley, "He is still working on that crack pot with green hair."

"You told him about my involvement?" Haley asked.

"No, I'd rather him be in the dark about this as long as possible." Uncle Jim said lowly.

"Fine by me…" Haley said getting up from the table.

"Haley," Uncle Jim said calling Haley's attention, "I appreciate this, I respect you in doing this with blatant disregard but I still don't like knowing my nephew goes and risks his life every night."

Haley nodded and made his way back up to his room. There he read over the case file for his target, The Mad Hatter.