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 DAMN! Another one done over spring break. Christ it is an epic I tell you! Course, I got new headphones so I can actually write in the peace and tranquility of hard rock. Shrugs Ah well, as it goes I've basically got Sunday left to actually enjoy which in the last couple of days has gone from boring to an over the top roller coaster drowned in Cherry Coke and Dungeons and Dragons. Oh and I'll never forget the popcorn... never.

Hoody Boy: Elseworld Stories
The Adventures of Haley Brown
Arc Three, Part Two: Are Villains Assholes?

Haley sat with his back to the hallway. His eyes closed, concentrating on looking around the corner using his other senses rather then his eyes. It's not that he was scared of what was around the corner, far from it. He just didn't want to charge down a hallway with no cover at a guy with a hand cannon.

"Screw it." Haley muttered and peeked his head around the corner.

He quickly pulled his head back and rolled his eyes. It was that crazed bastard armed with the sword and revolver. He gritted his teeth and stood up.

He pulled out his radio and whispered quietly, "I found 'em James. The guys just down the hallway."

"Don't be a hero..." James radioed back, "I don't want to find you dead as a door nail when I get to you because you got gung ho."

"I'll be fine James. Keep looking."Haley answered with a reassuring voice.

"Damn you Haley." James replied.

"Get in line James. Get in Line." Haley muttered and put the radio back.

He pulled out an M4 carbine and threw the strap across his shoulder. He pulled out two Berretta's and thumbed back the hammers. Haley walked around the corner, his game face on. DJ looked up, his eyes narrowed and angry. He stood up and raised his hand cannon and fired straight at Haley. Haley flattened himself against the wall when he saw DJ make for his gun. The bullet whizzed past him. Haley responded by raising the Beretta in his right hand and firing. DJ sidestepped out of the way with a blur showing his speed. Haley pushed off the wall with his back and started firing his pistols as fast as he could. DJ ducked a few but the rest hit home driving DJ into the wall with a thud. Haley hit the clip release and started reloading.

DJ looked up from the wall and dropped his Revolver like a toy. He yanked out his sword and charged right for Haley. Haley's undoubted response was throwing his Beretta's to the side and reaching into his pants pocket. He pulled out the Vesper James had stolen and aimed it directly at DJ. His eyes opened wide as Haley pulled the trigger. The force from the gun blew back Haley's medium length brown hair like a wind gust. The Bullet impacted with DJ sending him spiraling like a top into the wall again. His sword clattered to the floor.

Haley kept the Vesper up, the smoke from the barrel wafting upwards to the ceiling. A smile went across his face. DJ struggled to get up. The round in his right shoulder hit like a cruise missile and made the sound of a small cannon being fired off. Haley started walking towards him, gun trained on his head. DJ looked up with blood running down the crack of his mouth.

"You beat up my friend, shot at me, I'm cool with the second part." Haley spoke, "But openly attacking my family while on the phone! I don't think so!"

Haley sent a kick into DJ's face knocking him on his feet. He quickly lost balance and fell flat on his back, "Now! What does your boss plan to do huh!"

James smiled as a gun charged at him with a medieval lance. He let the crony spear him with it. He raised his gun and pulled the trigger. The blast turned the guy's head into a bowl of red jelly. James plucked the lance from his gut and stepped over it.

"Bastard." James uttered walking past the headless corpse.

"The Immortal Returns!"

James stopped where he was. His face became laxed, anger flashed in his eyes. He turned around and narrowed his eyes.

"The ass in the black dress. Hola, what brings you to me? Wanna fight like an actual person?" James snapped.

"No, I just wish you'd learn to leave well enough alone." He remarked.

"Just for the record, what's your name so I know which head stone to piss on." James remarked.

"My name is Banished. And it will be the last name you remember before you die." Banished answered.

James scoffed, "Good luck with that one you old popcorn fart."

Banished lowered his left eyebrow in disgust, "You're quite the mouthy one!"

He raised his hand and shot an invisible force like wall that sent James to his back. James raised his guns and fired two shots.

"Least I can say for a guy whose about as threatening as a limp cucumber." James answered.

The bullet glanced off and hit the sides of the hallway. Banished smiled and raised his hand. James lifted off the ground and face planted into the ceiling. He held onto his guns, he knew those would be the final authority. Banished kept walking forward, James' hands aimed right at his head, he wasn't even aiming. Two more bullet sped out of the chamber and raced at Banished's head. He put up a barrier but even then it was enough to break his concentration on James.

James fell from the ceiling and flopped to the ground. He got up and shook his head again. He was still aiming directly at Banished and he fired his pistols again. Two more shells raced at Banished's head sending him stumbling backwards. James narrowed his eyes and started running firing one bullet after another. He came up and sent a jump kick into Banished's chest knocking him backwards into the wall.

"You're not so tough!" James shouted reloading his guns.

"Neither are you..." Banished uttered and narrowed his eyes.

Blocks were ripped clean from the wall and launched right at James. He finished loading one Handgun but didn't have the time to close the chamber when the block crashed into his face. James grabbed onto the block and pulled his face off of it. He closed the chamber and aimed it it. The block shattered into pieces dropping James onto his back. Banished growled in anger and threw 3 more at James. He raised his hand gun while reloading using his teeth to pull back the slide. James blew the blocks to dust while advancing on Banished. James let go of the slide and it snapped into place, loaded and ready to fire. He took aim and fired again. Banished deflected the bullet till James fired 5 in succession at his skull. Banished was sent back on his heels trying to keep the bullets from churning his melon into jam.

"Alright you pansy ass..." James muttered sauntering his way towards Banished, both guns out in front, "I've had my fill of games. Good night."

Banished looked up at James and smiled psychotically. He raised his hand and James instantly felt a wave of embarrassment as he knew he'd spoken too soon. Banished mentally lifted the bullets he'd stopped and shot them back at James. The tiny things of lead mushroomed in mid air and shredded James. He hit the ground, his upper chest and head looking like it'd just been grated.

"Stupid Immortal." Banished scowled.

Haley sat on his haunches, his Vesper dangling lazily in his right hand. DJ hung upside down, blood dripping from his shirt which hung down and half covered his face. His sword and revolver sat behind Haley.

"Now. I'm grateful you told me everything, I'm ungrateful for that stunt you pulled on my family. So I'll be leaving you hanging." Haley answered, "And as for your boss draining the life from Gotham City and turning everyone into flesh rotten Zombies, He'll have to chat with me before he comes to it."

"Go to hell Haley Brown! Go to hell and burn!" DJ shouted as Haley walked away.

"If I'm lucky..." Haley smiled.

DJ tried swinging as Haley walked away from him. When he turned the corner, Haley's face went from bliss to spite. There was no way he could fail, not this time. He couldn't half ass this job and expect to get away with it. This was the all or nothing situation and Haley'd either walk out of this mess or take them all down with him. Either choice seemed to suit him.

"My oh my..."

Haley whipped around and without thinking fired a shot from the Vesper. The bullet blew a piece of the wall out. His gaze fell upon a man, clad n black robes, his visage dark and cruel. He'd killed people, Haley could tell, the wrong way. The way people shouldn't die regardless of the sin upon them.

"I'm guessing you're Banished." Haley muttered.

"You've guessed correctly. You seem a bit sharper then that half wit with the two guns." Banished scoffed.

"I'm not that sharp." Haley answered, "People confuse sharp with ruthless and aware."

"And articulate. My you're a one to behold indeed. I wonder what sort of twisted thing could've brought you to be this way." Banished stated.

"The sort of twisted thing I wouldn't like to see repeated. Now, let's get down to brass tax." Haley said cutting the conversation off.

"Yes, I admire a man whose straight to the point." Banished spoke, "I'm just doing what I need to survive."

"Uh-huh, like a god damn tapeworm. You suck life off the living just to keep yourself from becoming one of the Zombies you create." Haley answered.

"That hurts vigilante." He retorted.

"I was never one to be subtle about telling the truth. In all aspects I'll probably enjoy blowing your rotten ass to hell." Haley smiled.

Banished narrowed his gaze and concentrated on Haley's steely gray eyes, "You're an anomaly indeed. You're cold, ruthless and have every aspect of some of the worst things in civilization yet you carry pride, honor and the attitude of a martyr." His sneer slithered across his face again, "You must've given the person who caused you this much torment a lot of grief before killing him."

"He was smart enough not to beg." Haley answered, "So he left the impression to never let my enemy think he's won. In all respects, I see the person as an asshole and a guideline."

"I'm going to enjoy breaking your morals and watching you wander the world looking for something to fight for." Banished responded.

Haley was the one to narrow his eyes. His right hand tensed up, the Vesper gave little comfort. The guy was out of his mind, he'd probably more then likely found James and handed him his ass. Most of all, the guy had a killer edge about, he looked like he enjoyed what he did to people. Devouring the very essence of life. Haley smirked when he saw the guy holding a book in his hand promoting it. Only in America would something like that happen. Now wasn't the time for dumb thoughts, now was the time for all or nothing. Gotham City hung in the balance of this fight and if he failed, they were screwed. Haley pulled the trigger and fired. The force of the bullet shoved Banished to one side and slammed against the wall.

"How did you get that gun..." Banished scolded.

"That so-called half wit took it from the Armory where you kept his guns. Seems to be effective against you." Haley remarked.

"You little punk!" Banished snapped, "What sort of luck could help you to possess that gun."

Haley shrugged for an answered and fired again. This time Banished was launched backwards and impacted against the wall. The hallway shook with the force of a tiny earthquake. Banished looked up and past Haley. He threw out his arm and gritted his teeth. Haley raised his eye brow and was about to pull the trigger when a brick from the wall impacted with the back of his head knocking him out cold. Haley collapsed, knocked out cold. Banished stood up and composed himself again and looked at Haley lying quietly on the ground.

"I'm going to make your last hours on this earth..." He said, "A living nightmare."