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: Still on Spring Break... Rolls his eyes. Anyway, I'm getting okay motivation to actually write this stuff even though I'm still being annoyed to no end by my mom. Regardless, I will deliver! Pretty much this will all be late but It'll be a rather large update so I think I'll finish this whole first part of the Story Arc and then pick up where I left off next weekend. Hmm... I lack a topic at which to write my personal opinion. I guess we're all lucky.

Hoody Boy: Elseworld Stories
The Adventures of Haley Brown
Arc Two, Part Five: The Old Fashion Way

Haley squatted down on a roof top and looked down at the darkened museum. So far there'd be a couple of people who'd went in after hours, not enough to convince Haley that something was up. He'd already gone out on a limb thinking that the break in was some red herring to lead him and the cops off the real trail that reared it's ugly face here. He was about to leave when he saw everything he needed to know. A truck pulled up to the far west wing of the building, on the side in black letters "Gotham City Docks". Haley grabbed his grappling hook and took aim.

"You have a warrant?"

Haley lowered his grappling hook and readied his best comeback, "Hey Dracula you mind... you're not tall dark and gruesome..."

Haley looked at Robin from head to toe, a precarious smile crossed his face, "Nice.."

Robin shot him a gaze and looked down at his costume, "What?"

"The shoes man..." Haley laughed, "What the hell? I mean, come on even Tinker bell wouldn't be caught in those!" He cracked up, "Man I thought I had to prep an insult, you just saved me the trouble!"

Robin looked at him with rage, his fists balled, his teeth grit and his look fierce, "Take it back."

"No prob pixie boy, I understand you wouldn't want to be the one returning them either!" Haley cracked, "By the way, did you get those at Victoria's Secret or Victor's Secret?"

Robin lunged at him and threw a punch right for Haley's face. Haley pulled his pistol and aimed right for Robin's forehead, "That mask bullet proof?"

Robin stared at Haley with an unearthly hatred, he pressed against the barrel with his forehead trying to make his hand buckle. Haley pulled back the hammer and stared at him, his smile faded as the situation bean to grow tense.

"I'm going in there to save one of my people. You want to get Dracula in on this then by all means go ahead. I'm sure he'll get all pissy and try and stop me too. But, I'm not stopping," Haley shoved Robin away, "till James is safe."

Robin stared at Haley as he raised his grappling hook and ran of the roof towards the museum. A thump made his blood cool like ice.

"You let him go." Batman grunted.

"He provoked me into fighting me and held me at gun point." Robin answered.

"That was a rookie's mistake." Batman said calling Robin on it, "Dick, you do that again and you'll find yourself in the training simulator for two weeks."

Robin groaned at his mistake and looked at the museum, "So, are we going in after him?"

"No," Batman answered, "We'll wait for him to come to us."

Haley walked down the darkened marble halls, "Pretty slick, throwing me off." Haley thought, "They'll pay for it."

The sound of steps made him looked up. Haley pulled out his pistol and pulled back the hammer. He peeked around the corner and spied the down the hallway. He saw something sink slowly into the wall and click loudly. Haley started down the hall feeling the wall. He stopped at a painting as a grunt emanated from behind. Haley looked down either side of the hallway and felt the side of the painting. He slowly pulled the painting away from the wall and stuck his head down. Two guys shifted a large box as they made their way down the stone stairs.

"Dude, this job is sucktastic man. I mean, we haven't even got paid for all this brute work." One of them complained.

Haley shook his head at the banter, he knew better then to scoff. He could relate though, hero and vigilante work didn't exactly have a set salary either.

"Yeah man, I see where you're coming from but I'm not one to be burned from the inside out..." The other stated shifting his load.

Haley slipped inside and closed the passage. He pulled his goggles down, it was difficult to see even with the torch light. The passage shifted into shades of green. Haley went down to a crawl and walking as silent as a mouse. The two grunts continued their conversation as they made there way down the stairs with a stealthed Haley baring silent witness. The two of them went left and Haley went right without a sound. He raised his pistol and creeped around the corner.

James lifted his head, his eyes slowly scanning the room. He was dangling, or at least he thought he was. Truth be told, his head felt like a watermelon that had been smashed by Gallagher.

"Oh I'm going home, where the buffaloes roam and the buzzards come out and play..." James began, "Where they surf the tides and give out rides and everyone drinks all day!"

He smiled, "I'm all alone! There's no one here be side me. My problems are all gone, there's um... no problems to surprise me!"

The door clanged, "OW!'

James broke out of his hum and raised his eyebrows. The door banged loudly and swung open slowly. The light caused James to blink as his eyes readjusted.

"You know, this is probably the first time I've ever seen you sober..." Haley remarked.

"You little runt. Couldn't help taking a pot shot at me." James retorted jokingly, "Get me down from here and we'll get the hell out of this god forsaken place."

Haley rolled his eyes and stepped into the room. He extracted a pair of bolt cutters and snipped the chains. James dropped like a ton of bricks and crashed into the floor. Haley grabbed James' arm and put it around his shoulder and helped him up. James wiped his cheek and walked with Haley into the hall. They stopped and looked at 4 heavily armed guards. James noticed the weapon immediately without even realizing it. Haley sighed as he reached into his pocket and removed a pump-action shotgun.

"What the!" One of them answered in amazement, "Where'd he pull that out from?"

"It's Hoody Boy!" Another shouted in fright, "I heard he took down Poison Ivy without even getting touched!"

"RUN!" The first one answered and started down the hall.

Haley smiled, "Looks like that wonderful reputation proceeded you in that predicament..." James noted.

Haley and James made their way up the staircase. They burst through the painting and spilled into the hallway.

"Can you walk now?" Haley asked.

"Yeah." James replied and stood up.

"Well well well..." The voice was familiar with James but Haley had never heard it.

DJ walked out of the shadows holding what looked like one of the guards' heads by it's hair.

"Who the hell are you..." Haley answered.

"His name is DJ Kirra. He was the guy who took me down and brought me here." James responded.

"Thanks for destroying my entrance you weak little gunman." DJ snapped.

"I'm in no mood to trade insult. I just want a beer and couch." James retorted.

"Regardless, my job is to kill both you and Hoody Boy. Since you're in a weakened state It will be easy to capture you again, as for Haley and his mortality, I might have to ease up." DJ said cockily.

"Go James..." Haley said handing him the keys to the Miata.

"Haley, he's a lot better then you think." James urged.

"Oh I'm sure of this." Haley said looking at him, "Now get out of here while me and the dark one exchange a little verbal sparing."

James stumbled away as fast as he could, "Haley... before I go, take this." He tossed the gun he'd taken from the armory to Haley.

Haley put it in his pocket and looked back at DJ. A smile crossed his face, one DJ had seen only once. Haley gripped his pistol and looked DJ in the eye.

"Well, don't hold back on my account you sad excuse for a typical bad ass." Haley remarked.

"I was going to give you a break vigilante but you're just like James so I'll enjoy this." DJ smirked.

Haley narrowed his eyes, his smile growing a little bit. DJ drew his sword and his now reclaimed revolver at the same time and swished them around with finesse. Haley raised his pistol and rolled his eyes.

"Skip the formalities and come an get me." Haley mouthed.

DJ came at him with a swipe at blinding speed, Haley ducked out of the way. He pressed the handgun against the shoulder and fired. DJ dropped the sword as his muscles went dead for an instant. Haley dropped to the ground and sweep kicked DJ to the floor. DJ rolled to the side and jumped up. He met Haley's pistol to his face. He pulled the trigger and knocked DJ to the ground flat.

Haley put the gun in his pocket and raced down the hall way. He heard the click of the hammer and lunged to the ground. The .44 magnum bullet grazed past Haley's head as he slid to across the marble.

"Don't you think that .44 is a little too much gun for your candy ass!" Haley shouted looking back.

"You seem to be running like a girl from it so I don't think so." DJ smarted.

"Tell that to the grenade at your feet..." Haley smiled.

DJ looked down. A pineapple shaped grenade rolled in front of him, his demeanor shifted. Haley got up and ran for his life, the explosion rocked the halls and blasted Haley to the front door. He burst through the window, glass shattering all over the ground. He jumped down the stairs and jumped into the Miata. James floored it and they raced off as smoke poured through the Museum.

As they sped away, James looked over at Haley who sat in the passenger seat heaving in an out, "How'd you know where to find me?"

"Hunch." Haley spoke, "Right now though, we've got bigger things to worry about."

"Tell me about it." James said making a turn.