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: Well, as it goes, I have an Editor now. Shout out to her as I type this. It's good to see a lot of feedback on Haley Brown and some signs of concern for the character. I've always enjoyed making people have a good feeling and watching them squirm when the main character seems to stray a tad or get his ass kicked up and down. It shows concern, and that means I'm doing my job of actually entertaining.

I always saw myself a little different from other writer's. A lot of them love writing fantasy, dragons, different worlds, magic, elves, dwarves that kind of thing. I never fell in with the "Tolkien" crowd as I called them, I preferred modern settings, with real English. I'm never going to mentally voice dialogue; that'll be the death of a good story when someone has to think that sort of thing out. I mean come on... you got people who have to write this crap down and it just turns me off the story. This might be my opinion but Tolkien wasn't entertaining, Peter Jackson was entertaining. He skipped the dumb parts and the massive paragraphs of description and got down to what it was. Just my opinion, take it or leave it. Personally, Haley is direct and he will always be direct; my patented kick down the door method pretty much.

Hoody Boy: Elseworld Stories
The Adventures of Haley Brown
Arc One, Part Two: The Extras's first assignment

It'd been two days since Haley had gotten the phone call about the divorce. In that time, Amy and James hunted down a large abandoned warehouse; it was the perfect place to establish headquarters. James, of course, was signed on and within four hours of his admission gotten into three fights various local bars. That was typical for him in all aspects, as the only two things James loved was gunfighting and drinking, and he'd done both on more then one occasion.

With Amy on the job, the new HQ took less time than they expected to set up. Before Haley knew it, he was hanging out in their new lair, flipping through the T.V.

Haley was lounging in the busted chair watching the T.V. while Alice was laying quietly on the couch trying to sleep a little bit. Giving up, Alice turned to face him.

"Haley?" Alice asked.

"Hmm?" Haley responded.

"I've been curious, just who is James and how do you know him?"

Haley muted the TV and smiled a bit, "Now that's a long story."

"Does it look like we're busy?" Alice stated.

Haley rolled his eyes, "Alright."

As he took a breath, Alice rolled over and gave him a percring look with her green eyes. She settled in the couch and Haley began to recount the meeting of James.

"It started back in Knight's Town. Me and Amy we're put on an assignment to track down someone who'd been killing off local Mafia members. This turned out to be James wanting to settle a personal vendetta. It had something to do with a promise he made to his girlfriend. The fight her had with the Mafia had something to do with her ancestors."

"What was the promise?" Alice said sitting up a bit, her face intent on the new information Haley was sharing.

"From what I remember, James told me that a long time ago, he made a promise to his girlfriend. The promise was he'd never rest 'till he found her killers and that he would protect her family members for as long as he lived. Unfortunately, James never got his chance to even up the score with the guys who'd killed his girlfriend. The assholes had croaked before he got a chance to kill them. For the next 500 some years, James wandered the world, not aging a day after he made that promise. It was his curse to walk the earth till the end of time. The other part of his promise was what fueled him to keep going. The protecting her family part. About four year's before I met him in Knight's town, he was living quietly with the ancestor of his girlfriend as the man's adopted son."

Haley took a breath and tried to recall the rest of the story, "Sadly, his girlfriend's ancestor, James's adopted father, was killed in their home. And James made another promise, he promised that he would track these guys down to fulfill his promise he'd made 500 years ago."

"That's pretty sad. Someone having to stay alive for 500 years, watching all those bad things happen to the world." Alice replied in a concerned manner.

"Yeah? Well can you grasp what he learned over the time he'd spent?" Haley stated, "James went to America shortly after the colonies were set up. James was originally a Brit, but his accent is long dead. He fought in the revolutionary war, the civil war. He states he was the one who fired the first shot, the one heard around the world but he can't back it up. James has pretty much spent two centuries in war, both world and American wars. It was during those bloody fights that he became the greatest gunfighter in all the world. This, he can back this one up."

Alice lay there looking at Haley in awe, "Whoa."

Haley smiled at her amazement, "That's what I said when he told me."

"Haley!" Amy yelled over the newly installed PA system.

"What is it Ames?" Haley shouted.

"We got an armed Bank robbery, one survivor had said the perp was wearing a black and white tuxedo cut right down the center. Looks like Two-Face wants to go shopping."

"Alright, tell James to meet me in the garage." Haley said hopping off the chair.

Haley looked over at Alice, "Gotta go Alice, be back soon."

"I'll be here, " She replied, smiling at him.

Haley brought the Miata around the corner, James sat shotgun, with his pistols in his hands. An armored truck screeched around the corner and started down the street towards Haley and James. James got out of the car and raised his massive pistols. Haley merely leaned out the window with the M16 tight in his shoulder. The driver of the armored truck floored it as they saw that James posed as the only road block in front of him.

"Steady!" James shouted, he squinted as he aimed the hand cannons, "FIRE!"

Haley squeezed the trigger and started unloading the M16. Empty shells poured out of the ejection port raining over the windshield. James fired twice and the truck squealed sideways as the rounds impacted with the front end. Haley pulled out the empty clip and shoved in another one as James fired another two rounds. The car flipped onto it's side rolled another two feet before James fired again halting the truck in it's tracks.

Haley got out of the car, M16 in hand and walked towards the flipped truck. He looked over at James, his face was stern, his eyes narrowed. Haley went to the windshield and pulled the driver out of the car by his collar.

"Alright, where's Two-Face?" Haley asked.

"Kiss my ass!" The guy yelled, Haley pointed the M16 down at the man's forehead.

"Where's Two-Face. I'm in no mood to play 20 questions." Haley snapped.

"Jesus man! Okay, Okay, just chill. He's probably on the other side of Gotham by now. I was the decoy! Hah! You stupid kid..." The guy laughed.

Haley sent a kick to the guys face and buried the muzzle of the M16 into the guy's shoulder, "You want to tell me where the hide out is before or after I to put you into serious pain?"

James rolled his eyes, "Haley, the guy's got nothing. Just throw him into jail. He's not worth the grief."

Haley looked over at him, "Don't give me that. The guy is acting like too much of an ass not to know something."

James went over and both his pistols in hand, He pointed one at the guy's nuts and the other at the pick up truck, "Do you know anything about Two-Face, where he's going or hiding."

The guy spit at James, he pulled the trigger and the truck righted itself. The guy's eyes widened.

"Now, I'm trying to be nice about this. Haley here would've killed you on the spot if you'd kept this up but I'm starting to get tired of this tough guy act. Now where is Two-Face or say good bye to your nuts."

"Alright! I'll tell you where he's..." A gun shot got made both James and Haley's snap to attention, the guy on the ground head's had burst, his blood leaking on surrounding pavement.

"Hoody Boy! Hah! SO this is person who put Ivy in the hospital!"

Two-Face stood pointing the gun at Haley, he flipped the coin with his left hand and smiled, "Heads, I win, you lose... Get him boys."

Two cars pulled over the sidewalk and started at Haley and James. The two turned for the Miata and jumped back in. Haley started the car, slammed it into reverse and smashed on the gas petal. The Miata pulled out of the street and Haley manvured into a sharp 180 degree turn. Haley switched it to drive and they were off.

Haley sliced through a curve, his tires skidding across the pavement. Haley floored it as the car sped down the street.

"God dammit, keep the freaking car still!" James shouted from the passenger seat, his upper half of body was swaying out the window. He began firing his massive pistols.

"You wanna drive? Last I checked you couldn't out-run a damn grandma!" Haley said swerving.

The back windshield exploded in a rain of glass, James stopped firing and withdrew to reload. He let the two used clips drop and loaded two fresh one's in the smoking pistols.

"You better stop these guys dead now or I'll pull this car over and whoop all your asses!" Haley threatened.

Behind them a man brandishing a Desert Eagle pulled himself back into the car as bullets tore off the side mirror. He looked over at his partner who was traying to keep up with the speeding Miata. The driver was a pro but he knew the guy he was chasing must've been trained by the best because he was having trouble keeping up.

James tried steadying his aim as the car swerved again, he lined up the sights and fired. The tire on the pursuing car burst and sparks began to emit from underneath. James didn't stop there, he aimed and fired again. The hood latch was ripped apart and the hood popped up blinding the driver. James pulled himself back in and sat back in the chair.

"Hang on..." Haley said grabbing the steering wheel with two hands and yanking it to the right.

The Miata screeched as it forced into a drift, the smoking tires causing a massive smoke screen in the street. The other car that had been chasing them went straight and plowed into the side of a garbage truck. Haley stopped the car and sat back breathing heavily.

"You know, getting in trouble must be your forte." James said panting heavily.

"Yeah, everyone keeps telling me that." Haley responded.

They pulled out of the side street and rolled towards the car wreck. The car that was chasing them was ablaze in the street which made it damn sure that they couldn't interrogate the perps. Haley had to fan his face trying to relieve himself of the stench of burning flesh.

"I still can't get used to the smell of that..." James said looking at the roasting inferno.

Haley removed a two way radio, "Ames, Two-Face got away. We fried some of his little lackies though."

"Fried? What the hell do you mean fried?"

"As in BBQ, Ames, the two dudes can be considered KFC." James responded.

"Alright, you two get back to HQ, I'll talk with the Gordon and try to explain." Amy answered.

"Got ya." Haley replied and put the radio back in his pocket. James and Haley made their way back to the Miata and drove back to the Headquaters.