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: God I love getting stuff off my chest. So far, 13 chapters, so far, 16 reviews, and here I expected I'd get one guy who reviewed every so many chapters. Ah well, on with the usual talk before the show. Today is Super Bowl Sunday (As I write this it is, probably not for posting this SOB though), and I've got the motivation to fling yet another HB out at all the people who even bother to read with, my heart goes out to them.

As you can see, Haley is a lot more determined the average super-hero. Blowing up a park, wrecking a bar, hunting down people through a sewer, it only shows his determination. Most would say he's cocky and I will say without being biased that he really isn't trying to be.

I've had more then my fair share of people (Mainly my friends) who argue that Haley is so over powered that I should kill him off. Now, this little group is divided like this, the one side who says I should kill Haley and the other side who tries to one up me. The side who tells me to kill Haley always nags me about how the Hoody Pocket is overpowered in every sense. My response is telling them what I originally had going with Haley's pocket, namely being able to drive cars and such out of it.

The other side tries to one up me with characters that probably invented Cliché. Card throwing, gun fighting, sword fighting, martial arts, you name it they've told me about it. The originality in a character is fun in my opinion, copying isn't cool. I've personally killed, maimed, blown up, run over, and decapitated every single one of their characters in a fair non-mod match on the internet. Every time Haley's walked away with more then a few licks and collapsed more then once.

If you have friends that try to one up your original characters, do them a favor and tell them to leave your character the hell alone because they will never quite get him or her perfect like you can…

Hoody Boy: Elseworld Stories
The Adventures of Haley Brown
Arc Three, Part Three: Uncle Jim's Decision

Haley stood looking through the one way glass as Uncle Jim interrogated The Mad Hatter. He was gripping his pistol to hold himself in check.

"Do you have a clue as to the whereabouts of Poison Ivy…?" Uncle Jim asked.

"At the moment, she's probably setting up another Lair somewhere in Gotham." The Mad Hatter shrugged.

"Do you have any Idea as to where she might go to seek help or assistance?" Uncle Jim questioned.

"Try the Iceberg Lounge, Cobblepot the doughboy runs it if you didn't already know." The Mad Hatter said crossing his arms.

Haley waited for Uncle Jim to come out of the room, he noticed Haley's wicked gaze through the window.

"I need to ask you for permission to something you will probably not like…" Haley asked.

"What would that be?" Uncle Jim asked making himself a cup of coffee.

"To get the information I need to go beyond the bounds of the law. I want your permission to kill if I need to." Haley asked looking over.

"I'm sorry Haley but I can't let you defile yourself like that. I know it must be hard having to play off a weak suit and not playing to your obvious run and gun ethic, but I'm refusing you the permission."

Haley looked down at his pistol, "I'm going to the Iceberg Lounge tonight. I asked because I know it won't be pretty when I show up, I've already made it apparently clear to the underworld that I'm not a small force trying to clean Gotham."

Uncle Jim, who was starting to understand Haley, could feel that he wanted to get Ivy back for personal vengeance and to get closure with himself and Alice. The thought was what counted, he could let Haley have the easy way out of this although each time he denied this to Haley he could tell Haley was pushed farther from him.

"I'm not going to sleep till I get her Uncle Jim. Do me a favor, get Amy back home, I 'm flying solo." Haley said turning and walking away, "One more thing…I need a ride. This taxi fare is eating my wallet like Billy goat. You got a car I could use from the impound lot or something?"

After some paperwork signing and an autograph, Haley took the keys to his little Mazda Miata MX5. He opened the door, sat on the bucket leather seat, stuck the key in the ignition and started the little rocket on wheels. He backed it out of its parking space and raced down the ramps and slid out of the garage. The Miata roared as it glided down the streets making its way towards The Iceberg lounge. He hadn't asked Uncle Jim who the Cobblepot guy was, he'd handle anything. Haley pulled up to a large Sky rise and stopped the Miata out in front.

The Valet came up to Haley as he got out of the car, "You can't park this hear, it's reserved for members only." Haley shut door and locked it.

Haley kept walking ignoring the guy as he reached into his Hoody pocket. He pulled out a pump action shotgun right in front of the Valet who screamed like a girl. Haley pumped it and blew the lock off the hinges and kicked the door open. He walked up to the elevator and pressed the up button. The ding sounded and the metal doors parted. Haley read the buttons and pressed the one named lounge. As he went up he put away the pump action and grabbed the .44 Magnum revolver. The doors opened as Haley finished loading.

Two very large bouncers, maybe 7 feet high stood there clad in black suits and sun glasses. When the elevator doors opened to a Kid holding a revolver they instinctively drew their pistols. Haley juked to one of the sides of the elevator. Stuffing the revolver in his pants pocket, Haley yanked out one of the flash bangs he had on his belt and chucked it around the elevator corner. The intense bang disoriented him as it went off, he couldn't imagine the pain the two brutes must've been in.

Haley walked past the two who were crying as they clutched their eyes. The door they were guarding was frosted glass. Usually grenades or high-explosives shatter glass like its paper, this glass stood like it'd never even heard anything; Double reinforced bulletproof glass, pricey stuff but worth it in most cases.

Haley reached out and grabbed the handle and pulled it open. The Ice Burg lounge was definitely swinging, the pianist was blaring out a jazz tune, guys were dressed in black ties, and gals were in their best dress. Haley could help but smile at how out of place he was, but he never enjoyed fashion. He pulled out the revolver and aimed it at the ceiling. The shot got everyone's attention as glass shattered and hit the ground, the mood instantly died.

"Is there a fat guy, long nose, goes by the name Cobblepot here!" Haley shouted.

The people stood in frozen horror at Haley who at the exact moment could give a crap. A man, short, fat, and definitely not the looker shoved his way through the crowd.

"Who wants to know?" He yelled angrily.

"I'm here for some information. A red headed woman on a serious case of PMS might've come in here asking for one of you people to help. I want to know if this is true." Haley said with authority.

"Please step into my office." Cobblepot answered, "Its okay folks, the kids an acquaintance of mine, has a problem with being flashy."

Haley and Mr. Cobblepot walked into a private room. The fat little man walked over to his wet bar and poured himself a drink after sitting down. Haley stood, still holding his revolver.

"You've got a lot of brass stepping into the Lion's den." He said after taking a drink and pouring himself another one.

"I want information. Ivy took something from me and I want it back." Haley said crossing his arms.

Cobblepot's eyes widened as he looked Haley head to toe, "You're him aren't you. You're the vigilante that stopped Hatter in the sewers and blew up Robinson Park earlier."

Haley nodded, "Now I suggest you tell me where the hell Ivy is before I have to go farther then just interrupting."

"Alright, alright," Cobblepot said shaking his head up and down, "Ivy came in here earlier, just about an hour after the park went up. She said she needed a safe house to hold up. I helped her out for a hefty sum; she paid it in full and left. That's all I know."

"Uh huh, and penguins fly." Haley said uncrossing his arms and aiming the revolver right at Cobblepot's forehead.

"I swear that's all I know," He said quaking in fear.

"Address…" Haley said darkly.

Cobblepot scribbled something on a sticky note and handed it to Haley. He nodded and put the gun away and stepped out of Penguin's office.

"One of these days my doctor is going to ask why I have bladder problems…" The Penguin said aloud.

Haley stepped back outside towards his Miata; the Valet caught his eye and ran the other way. He stepped in and sat back into the seat. The address was northern Gotham City if Cobblepot was right; if not well then Haley would have to make a return trip to the lounge.

Up in Amusement Mile…

Ivy stood looking at Alice, vines sliding around her body, "Its amazing how someone might be this stupid as to try and follow me. Regardless of Hoody Boy's interference, he will not save you."

A beautiful purple flower descended from the roof and opened to the side of Poison Ivy. She pulled out one of the seeds and walked toward Alice with a deviant smile. Alice struggled trying to stay as far away from Ivy as possible. Ivy grabbed Alice's cheeks and brought face to face. She whispered something into Alice's ear and he face went totally white with fear. The scream went farther then the warehouse, it carried for 2 blocks.

A sick feeling gripped Haley's stomach so hard he had to pull over the Miata. He took some deep breaths and clutched his gut. A sweat drop rolled off his nose, he didn't know what the hell this was, and Haley had never experienced a feeling this bad in his entire life. No wait, there was the first time, but Haley stopped himself from remembering that dreadful night, nothing could ever be as painful as that.