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: Ah yes, its time for some mystery solving and some gun fighting guys. To everyone who's been reading thus far, I thank you and I plan to pay you back with some action.

Hoody Boy: Elseworld Stories

The Adventures of Haley Brown

Arc Two, Part Two: All in the Wrists

James held his pistols out, hammers pulled back, eyes straight. The figure stood silent, a grin showed his pleasure. He wore a white shirt with a plaid blue over shirt and some olive shorts. His brown hair was blown back. James noticed a Revolver and a Katana slung around his belt. He reached down and pulled out the revolver and raised it at James.

"Who the hell are you?" James asked in a gruff voice.

"A mercenary. That is all you need to know." He shot back.

"A .44 Magnum, 6 inch barrel, 6 chamber cylinder. Custom rubber grip and a customized hammer." James examined, "Nice package, doesn't hold a candle to other revolvers though."

".45 Caliber 9 Inch Barrel, 8 maybe 10 cartridge magazine. Threaded Barrel, Enhanced Blow Back mechanism. Probably a couple little black market extras kept out of sight." The Mercenary countered, "Don't you think that's a little too much gun for a kid such as yourself?"

"You're looking a little rosy cheeked too ." James countered.

"Enough with the fore play. Get ready to die." The Mercenary threatened.

James reacted first watching the Merc pull the trigger. The bullet flew past his ear as he stepped aside at lightning speed. His pistols made the corrections as he saw the Merc move after realizing he missed. Two shots went off and blew the Merc into a wooden shack and out the other side. James looked at the hole.

"Anyone ever tell you how lame it is to tell some it's their time to die?" James retorted.

"Funny, it seemed to make most of my targets' blood run cold from fear." The Merc answered from beside James.

James jumped back and fired four shots from his pistols. The Mercenary flew straight off the pier and crashed into the water. James kept firing into the water emptying both clips in the process. He yanked out the clips and put them in his left pants pocket and removed two fresh one from his ammo belt slung around his waist. He snapped them into the handles and closed the chambers again.

Without warning he whipped around as a bullet raced passed him. James fired through the fog towards the direction of the bullet. He heard another thump and stood back up again.

"Good night James." The Mercenary answered.

James turned around just in time to see the fist crash into his face. He recoiled from the punch, blood leaking all over the front of his shirt. The Mercenary backhanded him sending him face first into the dock. He sent a kick into James' head over and over till his body went limp. After a moment he picked up James' guns and put them in a bag he had on his back. He removed some plastic binders and put them on James' wrists and ankles. He hoisted James over his shoulder and started walking.

Haley sat down on a bench and took a deep breath. Amy came over and sat down next to him. She'd seen that deep breath before, that breath that meant he felt something.

"What's wrong?" Amy asked.

"I don't know." Haley answered, "I've got a lot on my mind right now I just needed to sit down and think."

"You need to take a break Haley." Amy replied.

"No, I just want to figure this out for both Uncle Jim's and my sake. Not to mention I'm a little worried about James. He seemed freaked out when we were on that boat." Haley noted.

"Haley, go out and get something to eat. You look like hell." Amy pleaded.

Haley got up off the bench, he rubbed face as he went towards the door.

"Haley? Haley Come in." It was the radio.

Haley pulled it off his belt and pressed the button, "This is Haley."

"Hey, you said James would be here at the dock." Said the police.

"He's not there?" Haley answered.

"No, he's not. Anyway, there's nothing going down on these docks. Just look like it could use a fix up." The police responded.

"Whoa, Fix up? What the hell are you talking about?" Haley asked.

"The shack where the dockworkers usually hang out has a big hole through it." The Police answered.

"I'll be right over." Haley answered going to the door.

The Miata pulled up the dock once again. Haley stepped out of the car holding a cheeseburger in his hand. He bit into it as he walked towards the cops.

"HEY JAMES!" Haley shouted.

"We've already tried." The cop responded.

Haley ignored him and called James' name again. The cop crossed his arms in spite. Haley turned around and bit into his hamburger again. He went over to the shack and checked the hole.

"This must've been one hell of a fight..." Haley said looking around.

The cop rolled his eyes, "We can see that."

Haley looked over at him, his eyes leering. They seemed to rip the cops very soul apart like a rabid dog.

He looked around the dock, "James must've been outclassed. That of course means we're dealing with a Professional. He had to have been fast to avoid James' guns and a extremely strong to have hit James hard enough to drop him to the ground."

"How do you know that?" The cop asked folding his arms.

"Simple. James doesn't like going down. The guy must've been able to throw a punch like a semi truck." Haley examined, "I only feel sorry for the attacker."

The cop shot Haley an inquisitive look, Haley was the one to roll his eyes this time, "When he figures out where he is and how to escape, He'll more then likely take the whole place down."

James hung by his wrists swinging back and forth. The chains moaned and screeched under his dead weight. He head slowly raised, his eyes opening bleary. Quickly, he snapped wide awake. A blinding white light pierced the darkened space.

The Mercenary stepped into the room, a smile on his face, "Looks like you're awake."

"Run..." James responded.

"Excuse me?" The Merc asked.

"Run asshole." James said looking up at him, "That's going to be the only thing you'll do once I get free."

"Who says you are?" The Merc asked.

"Me." James responded.

"I assure you, you won't get out of those chains." The Merc answered.

"Oh really?" James responded and started wiggling.

The Mercenary brandished his sword and removed it from it's sheath. The sword flashed in the light just is it sliced through James' wrists. He sunk to the floor with stubs at the end of his forearm but he didn't scream. James only looked up, he wouldn't give the Merc the satisfaction that he'd caused James pain.

"Ah yes..." The Merc replied, "Your stubbornness to pain and satisfaction are admirable. But, you don't impress me. Your reputation as a fast gun hand and an even faster trigger finger don't seem to match you."

"Oh I'm just trying to keep my cool." James answered, "But if there's one thing I've learned from Hoody Boy, it's knowing when to let that inhuman temper lash out."

James' stubs had stopped bleeding quickly and were in the process of growing the hands back. The Muscle and Ligaments where already being set in place and the skin was forming on some of the finished patches. James had to stall for just a couple more seconds.

"Hoody Boy? You mean Haley Brown?" The Merc answered, "Yes, I've been paid to handle him too."

"Good luck." James retorted.

He reached slowly into his left pants pocket and pulled out a Berretta. The Merc looked down as James brought the gun up to aim. His eyes widened just as the bullet raced out of the chamber. The Merc slammed up against the wall, James didn't give an inch. He pressed the pistol up against the Merc's chest and pulled the trigger till there was nothing left in the clip.

"Sides bitch, we weren't done yet..." James answered.

James grabbed the revolver and checked the cylinder; full up. He snapped it shut and put it on his belt.

"Funny, if you'd put even half this effort we might still be fighting on the dock." The Merc answered.

James rolled his eyes and pulled the gun within the time it takes to tell the brain to move. He pulled the rigger and blew the Merc's blood onto the back of the wall.

"Shut up and die you son of a bitch." James answered.

The Merc looked up at him, his head cocked. He grabbed the revolver and ripped it out of James' hand. With a rush and grabbed the side of James' head and smashed it against the side of the room over and over. James looked at his blood leaking onto the floor.

"Who the hell are you?" James asked.

"My name is DJ Kirra." DJ answered, "Now shut up and pass out before I get pissed."