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Foreword from the Author: Well, sad to say but I had to fire my editor. She a friend and all and I'm glad she tried but my schedule for updates is a monster and I guess you can say that I'm a monster for making it. Regardless! I will do this! Come hell or high water! Because in all matter, you people, the readers, the reviewers, the all around nice people that take times out of your day to read my stuff are way more important then grammar, spelling. Its as long as you get the point right?

Cheers to all you guys, you're reviews are appreciated. I give a shout out to all the Hoody boy and James fans along with the guys whom you usually don't see being rooted for. Props to all.

Hoody Boy: Elseworld Stories
The Adventures of Haley Brown
Arc Three, Part Three: Into the Mind of a Madman

Haley awoke, his head felt like it'd been dunked in the ocean and left there for a while to soak. He then became away of the pain in his wrists and his mind turned on. His awareness spiked and he took in his surroundings as best as his grogginess would allow. He was hanging by his wrists, his feet were on the ground but just barely, not enough to get any sort of movement. The place was dark, lit only by torches and gas lamps. There were all sorts of pillars and markings. This certainly wasn't some hallway behind that painting in the Museum. No, this place looked like some underground temple one would see in some screwed up horror film. Haley gritted his teeth and made a shot to move. He got no traction from the tips of his shoes and went back to his original position.

"Mr. Brown..." It was Banished, the prick, "I'm glad to see you're awake. I didn't mean to hit you so hard with that brick."

Haley was without a witty comeback, his mind had more fog in it then London after a good rain. Banished floated up towards him and hovered in mid air, that stupid grin still on his face.

"You don't look too happy Haley Brown. Are you angry that you let me get the better of you when you were winning and now you're precious Gotham City with all its Sin is about to be eaten and left a hollow shell of itself, devoid of life and quiet as a graveyard?" Banished taunted.

Haley looked at him, never even wanting to give him the satisfaction that he was pretty much right. He wasn't the kind of person to give anyone anything lest they were nice to him. Banished was about as nice a Badger on PCP.

"Why don't you let me down so I can beat the hell out of you..." Haley muttered.

"Still full of spunk." Banished smiled, "Just admit it, Gotham is doomed because you failed."

"I failed at just shooting you in the head." Haley answered with a laugh, "A mistake I'll enjoy correcting when the time comes..."

Banished gave Haley a smug look and crossed his arms, "You never cease to surprise me Haley..."

"Same here..." The voice was feeble, James was awake again.

"The half wit is up too. My, now I get to play head games with the both of you." Banished sneered.

"Uh huh, you'll be lucky to have a head once I get off this wall." Haley threatened.

"I'd say you're chips are down Banished boy..." James laughed, "I haven't been this pissed in a long time. And from the tone Haley gave he's obviously not too thrilled to be where he is either..."

Banished walked up to Haley and slugged him in the gut, "You're a pair of comedians aren't you."

"Heh, from the looks of it we aren't going anywhere, you mind setting up a stage, me and Haley can perform live stand up while we wait." James cracked up.

Haley and James started laughing like a pair of maniacs. You'd think the two brothers right now. Even in this situation they had enough guts in them to make it funny. To them, it seemed Banished wasn't as much a threat as say a wet napkin. Haley kept chuckling and burst out laughing when he looked at Banished. Banished scowled angrily at them and floated away from the two prisoners who were cackling like a pack of hyenas.

When Banished was out of sight, James immediately straightened himself up, "So, you got any bright Ideas? I mean, its not like I can kill the dude with harsh language."

"I'm working on it." Haley grunted struggling with his restraints.

"So, since we've really got nothing to do how about a little friendly conversation. How'd that Vesper work?"

"Not bad at all. Tore ole Dj a new one like I've never seen before. Almost nailed Banished too." Haley shifted again, "Problem with Banished was, he hit me in the back of the head with a brick..."

James giggled a bit at Haley's some what anti-climatic end to the fight, "Okay, so what's the bad guys plan?"

"Well, from what I got off DJ. Banished is the curator of this Museum. There's not much about his past or how he came among his little gift of hitting people with solid bricks. For the most part, their plan is to sacrifice a person to resurrect some old, dust covered demon that'll wipe Gotham clean and play Banished's little lackie."

"I'll bet you two bucks we're going to throw a monkey wrench in that plan." James snickered.

"Nah, stupid bet. No, I bet that old demon won't be too pleased to the bitch of some punk like Banished. I'd sleep better knowing he'd died in some hellspawn's stomach."

James scoffed, "And the odds of that happening Mr. Wizard?"

"I'd give it maybe a 6 out of 19 chance," Haley calculated, James huffed, "that he doesn't get eaten."

"Thirteen, lucky number." James noted.

"Now if you don't mind, I've gotta figure out how the bloody hell we're going to get out of this mess." Haley groaned.

"Haley?" James muttered.

"What?"

"I'm hungry... you got any burgers in that pocket?" James asked, Haley simply sighed and didn't bother to reply.

DJ sat idly in his room staring at the Vesper. Though his gaze was on the gun, his mind was on other problems. His sister was his main thought, and all the rest of this, including Haley and James just revolved around it. His eyes dulled as nostalgia creeped into his brain slowly like a moss.

"DJ?"

His eyes opened slowly, "Wake up you little fart knocker."

DJ smiled at his little sister. Lyn. Lyn Kirra. He didn't even know she existed till he got out of working with the Teen Titans. DJ never really considered working for the Teen Titans, it was more like mutually beneficial. By the end of his little run, he'd had a lot more control over his abilities. Speed, Awareness, Agility, Strength, whereas before he thought himself a simple flash knockoff not worthy of anyone's time other then those that only felt like laughing at him. It was after he left, after the death of Terra that he decided to take a turn at not trying to be good or bad and just exist.

It was then, the best thing ever fell into his life like some sort of bomb. Lyn, his little sister. Never could two siblings be ever more apart from one another then these two. She was tall and elegant like a fine hourglass you paid two hundred and forty bucks for just to watch sandfall. While DJ was more a ragged and beat up teddy bear you couldn't help but be attached to. He loved his sister with all his heart, not because it was a sibling. No, there was more then just that, it played a part but it was one of many. No, Lyn rescued DJ from his own self searching. It seemed like forever when DJ left the titans, he wondered the world without purpose or reason. And then, Lyn came along and made life worth living. DJ would protect her till his final breath. Like any Brother would do, he'd go down fighting to save her.

DJ blinked back into reality. He was staring at the Vesper again. Like his eyes could burn holes through the damned weapon. It was the only thing strong enough to pierce the magic. Banished's magic. Banished was to blame for his predicament. It was all DJ's fault for believing but it was Banished deceit. He promised DJ that he'd give him the ability to protect his little sister if he did him a favor in the future. That favor turned out to be his little body guard for his twisted little ritual. He never agreed to it till they took Lyn when he wasn't looking. His fault. DJ had to agree, otherwise Lyn would be dead and DJ would again slip into nothingness like he did when he left the Titans.

DJ stood up from his cot and picked up the Vesper. He put the gun behind his back and snuggly secured it in the back of his pants. He put his shirt over it and grabbed a blue plaid overshirt that's back went down past his butt. It was time, time to take James up on his offer. He couldn't sleep anymore knowing he'd help this freak. He used to be a hero, a keeper of the peace. DJ used to be a Titan. A kid with extraordinary abilities, abilities that'd make him great if used towards good. There was no better time then the present then right now. DJ never felt right about busting into that Brown kids place, he never felt right about even scarring his family. But he knew it wasn't right when Haley came at him with the eyes of a Devil. Those eyes belonged to something far beyond words that mortals spoke. Haley Brown, in that hallway could've passed off for a Demon.

DJ walked down the hallway, the overshirt flapping like a cape behind him. He pulled out a pair of fingerless gloves and pulled them on, they bore a raven symbol on the hem just below the stitching. A gift from a quiet little girl that reminded him of his sister in a couple of ways. He pulled out a familiar pair of goggles and put them over his head. Those belonged to a girl he'd saved just before she made the ultimate sacrifice saving a city she could barely call home and friends she never knew she had. He kept walking down the hallway, his sword and revolver at his side, the Vesper behind him. It was that time, all or nothing, nothing in between you and destiny.

DJ came into the chamber, Haley and James were three levels above him, "DJ, you're just in time for the main event."

Banished smiled as he came over to him, "You seem to have held up you're end of the bargain to the best of your abilities."

"So you'll release my sister and we can leave then?" DJ asked.

"Son of Xabrak, what possessed you to wear those items on you?" Banished snorted.

"Sentimental value really." DJ replied honestly.

"My oh my... those gloves are well tailored. Where'd you get them?" Banished asked childishly.

"Friend of mine made them for me." DJ responded.

"And the goggles." Banished inquired.

"Friend gave them to me as a going away present." DJ answered.

"Hmm, she must have had a soft stop for you." Banished remarked.

DJ looked at him, his feelings crying out to blow the guys poop eating grin right off his face, "She still does."

"Anyway, we managed to get the package off the boat. It seems to have arrived intact, accept there was the corpses of the deceased lying all around the floors. It seem Haley didn't make it all the way down.

"Hmm, doesn't seem like the one to quit. Still, I don't think there's anything to worry about." DJ stated.

Banished got two cronies to rip the box open and removed a large earthy clay urn. He mentally moved it up to a podium and started getting everything in place.

"Gentlemen, let us get this started!" Banished shouted, his voice bouncing off the walls.

"Hey! DO we get Popcorn and crap!" James shouted from above.

"Yeah? Can I get like a Dr. Pepper or something. You kinda suck at being a host if you don't let your guests get something to eat and drink!" Haley added.