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: Alright, now I got a good middle plot that gets to what i really enjoy doing. Gun Fights. Bullets, Explosions, Mass War, Mystery and most of all the Coming out of Characters and their power. Haley's endeavor in the court room, though massive is small scale compared to what will happen soon.

I've apologized enough for my lateness and I will try and get them out on a As soon as possible Basis.

Hoody Boy: Elseworld Stories

The Adventures of Haley Brown

Arc Two, Part One: Cast Unknown

Haley sat idly on the couch. On the TV two cowboys sat behind a table, with bullets ripping the top of it off none the less, having a intricate conversation about why they shouldn't kill anyone. Haley was paying about as much attention to this as a kid to his calculus teacher.

The radio chirped, and Haley instinctively reached over without turning his head and picked it up, "Yo."

"Brown?" It was James.

"Yeah what's going on?" Haley asked snapping out of his glazed over look.

"I got a situation down here on the dock, I need a little bit of scientific advise so I decided to ask you Einstein." James joked.

Haley rolled his eyes as he got off the couch and began pacing around the room, "Alright, what is it?"

"There's a ship," James paused, "And there's absolutely no one on it."

Haley's eyebrow rose, "What do you mean there's no one on it?" Haley echoed.

"I mean, the whole thing is deserted. The life boats are still around, there's no signs of a fight or anything having to do with a boarding of any kind. It's like they just disappeared." James answered with a hint of hysteria.

"Alright, I'll be over there in a second." Haley responded, "You tell anyone else?"

"Amy was the one to told me to go down there because of a car chase. I was flagged down by these two dock workers who were asking for someone to help out with this ship. Naturally I aided them. After no one got off we went up the gang ramp and found no one aboard." James continued, "I figured I'll call you in since you're pretty good at figuring these weird things out."

"Alright," Haley answered putting his shoes on, "I'm on my way."

A few minutes later Haley pulled up to the docks in the Miata. He stepped out and started down the planks. James as sitting on a stud smoking a cigarette. The whole dock was covered in a somewhat thick fog, it seemed to be like a mass clump of cloud just dropped out of the sky and landed here.

"Hey James you alright?" Haley asked sensing James's restlessness.

"Not really, Not long after I radioed you those two dockworkers who were with me didn't show back up. I've been sitting here waiting." James explained.

Haley nodded, he removed a M4 Assault Rifle and slung it around his shoulder. He pulled out his two colt .45's and put them in a holster on either side of him. James loaded a new clip of ammo into one of his hand cannons and smiled. Haley removed his goggles and pulled them over his fore head. The two gun men made their way up the gang ramp, guns out stretched. Tension ran high as the two stepped onto the deck.

"How long have you three been searching the ship?" Haley asked.

"Least twenty minutes." James replied.

Haley nodded, "Alright we stick together."

Haley and James made their way across the deck, James's sharp eyes trying to cut through the fog. They opened up the door to the captain's room, not a trace of human life. It looked like the boat had came here on its own. They stepped out and almost the first instant outside the hair on the back of Haley's neck stood on end. He raised one pistol and looked from side to side.

"You felt that too obviously." James answered.

"Mmmhmm, something is wrong on this ship." Haley responded checking his gun.

A whimper caught both their attention. Four gun barrels went straight to the source of the noise. Absolutely nothing, just a corner with nothing. Haley kept his guns pointed, his face was wrinkled from his focus.

"Haley..." James said softly, "You think we might want to get off this boat?"

"Why?" Haley asked, "We gotta find those dock workers. They're the reason we're on this thing in the first place."

"Oh no reason, except I'm looking at one right now." James said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Haley turned around and jumped back, the body of a man hanging by his neck, blood dripping down from his shoes, swung back and forth.

"Let's book." Haley agreed and they started walking towards the gang ramp.

James stopped and furrowed his brow as they came to the half way point to the ramp, "You hear that?"

"What?" Haley said still walking.

"That shuffling sound. Like something was being dragged..." James said looking tense.

Haley immediately raised his guns, his face taught and frightened. James started jogging next to him. They went for the ramp and got a hold of the railing. Haley wasted no time in running as fast as he could down the steps, James was hot on his heels. They got to the dock and stopped for a second taking a well deserved breath. The sound of something being dragged caused them to look over, down the dock. A figure in the mist began walking towards them. It let out a sickened and low moan dragging its mangled foot.

Haley, who was hunched down, straightened up and raised his guns, "Freeze!"

A gust of wind hit Haley's face as the sound of a gun went off. The figure twisted as a cavity in it's chest became apparent. The next bullet ripped the whole right shoulder and arm off the body. Blood spilled all over the dock and the sound of the gun went again. The figure's head exploded and the body dropped to it's stomach. Haley stood in amazement as James fired three rounds blowing the corpse into pieces.

"Wha..." Haley tried speaking, "That is something I haven't seen in a couple of centuries." James finished.

"What?" Haley said between his bouts of disbelief.

"It's a Zombie. A Reanimated Corpse." James explained, "If there are Zombie's walking around, something with great magical strength and darkness was on that boat. I suggest you get the police in here, tell them to get shot guns and fence this whole area off to the public. No one in or out." He demanded.

The two of them raced down the dock till they made it out of the fog. Haley pulled out the radio.

"Uncle Jim, come in do you copy?" Haley asked.

"Yes Haley, what is it?" Uncle Jim asked.

"We got a major problem." Haley answered, "There's a place, Gotham's East Dock 14, that I need Quarantined."

"Quarantined? What do you mean Quarantined?" Uncle Jim repeated.

"Just send some units armed with Shotgun's and itchy trigger fingers over here right now. We have a situation here." Haley snapped.

"You're not the only one, there was a break in at Gotham Museum about an hour ago. I've been tied up in trying to pin the blame on someone before the press eat me alive." Uncle Jim asked.

James pulled the radio from Haley's hand, "Commissioner Gordon?"

"James?" He asked.

"Yes, listen Commissioner," James voiced, "We've got a situation like Haley said. There's a boat on this dock. This boat is like a pit of dark energy. I just killed a corpse about three minutes ago. We need units over here to keep this crisis contained or pretty soon we'll have a Night of the Living Dead on out hands here."

They could here a sigh from the other end, "Alright, I'll send some people over. You'd best not be lying James."

"Commissioner," James said offended, "If I was lying about this, then I would've added some sort of bull shit. The threat is real alright."

"Alright, Alright keep your pants on." Uncle Jim answered.

James handed the radio back to Haley who fastened it around his belt once again. Pulling up a wooden crate, James sat down and brandished his pistol.

"I'll be here when the cops arrive." James said, "You might want to check out the Museum."

"Really?" Haley answered sarcastically, "Take care James. We'll solve this thing alright. Right now though, I don't want you running and gunning everything on that boat."

"No worry of that, I'm not setting foot on that thing." James responded.

Haley turned and started walking, "Haley?" he half turned and looked at James, "You mind giving me a shot gun?"

Haley shook his head and reached into his pocket. He yanked out a large double barreled and tossed it at James along with 4 boxes of 50 shells. He could hear James snapping it open and shut with two shells.

James heard the car speed away and he sat quietly, his senses reaching out for anything that made a disturbance. Some say that a silence will kill you, that it will slowly drive a person insane if there's nothing but a blank. This might be true for mortals, but James wasn't one of them. So for him, a silence was well deserved and appreciated.

"Hello James Sims..." The silence was broken and a James whipped around.

Haley walked up the steps of the Museum, cops were running around left and right doing what they were asked. He pulled off his goggles and put them and his pistol into his pocket and went through the front doors.

"What do we have?" Haley asked.

A detective came up to him and started walking, "Something broke into the museum and stole a book."

"Book?" Haley asked, "So what're we dealing with, some inhuman Librarian?" He answered sarcastically.

The detective shook her head not caring for the humor, "I'd like you to be more serious. I said something broke into the Museum."

"Okay, something. Like what, a dog, a plant, an Inhuman piece of Cottage Cheese with nine tentacles? What?" Haley again joked.

The detective rolled her eyes, "I've no clue. All we know is, a book was stolen. Commissioner Gordon told me to help you in anyway we can. I see the only way we could is to give you some better jokes." She answered coldly.

Haley mentally took a step back from being smacked, "Okay fine. Lighten up detective. I'm on it."

Haley sped up his walk and left the female behind him. He went under the police rope and started looking around on the ground. Massive claw marks were indented into the polished marble floor. They led all the way up to a field of shatter glass and a case. Haley looked up from the ceiling and looked up. He followed the drop to the ground and followed the trail. He went passed the case and followed the indentions with the claws. They stopped suddenly, Haley looked over. The place in question had no sign of any forced entry or exit for that matter. He turned around and looked at the crime scene. He could now understand why Uncle Jim had called him in.