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, finally, the end of the second Story Arc. Took me long enough, but it was definitely well deserved. Still got one more story arc to go and then it's a few weeks of break and then I'm editing this whole series to be just perfect. Thanks for sticking with me guys, I really appreciate it.

Hoody Boy: Elseworld Stories
The Adventures of Haley Brown
Arc Two, Part Seven: Dreaming

Haley sat quietly in the hospital. DJ had been kept for Observation. His sister was suffering from malnutrition. She was fixing that right now down in the hospital's cafeteria. At the moment, Haley was protecting Lyn from anything, but there was nothing to fear anymore; no, nothing to fear. He'd been brooding over the rather short conversation him and Dr. Evans had had in his mind. He still didn't understand, and the whole overdrive his mind had went through hadn't helped him either.

James, who was still skeptical Haley was even capable of doing things like that, didn't believe it. Haley didn't blame him, he scarcely thought it was real himself, but it did happen because this dream was way to long to just be a dream. Too real to be anything but real life. Foot steps brought him out of his self searching.

Uncle Jim turned the corner and sat down next to him, "You alright?" He asked quietly.

"Could be better," Haley answered, the situation was too awkward for some reason, "How about you?"

"I'm fine, sos Babs and Sara. DJ only gave us a scare, I don't think he went there with intent to even lay a finger on us." Uncle Jim speculated.

Haley sighed, "The situation was too personal to his own. Course I didn't know this, I think he forgave me though."

"You run into Batman?" Uncle Jim asked.

Haley nodded, "He rough you up?" Uncle Jim asked.

"Nah, I brought him to his knees." Haley smiled.

"You didn't shoot him did you?" Uncle Jim asked.

"No," Haley said in that 'wish I did tone', "I didn't use guns. Hand to Hand combat."

Uncle Jim raised an eyebrow, "You beat him in a one on one fist fight? Are you sure you weren't just hit so many times that you made this up?"

"Do you see a bruise on this face?" Haley said pointing to his cheek, "I hit a pressure point dead on and dropped him like a bad habit."

Uncle Jim laughed, his head bobbed up and down as he did, "You want to hear something funny?"

"Shoot." Haley answered with grin.

"He said he was going to stop you if I didn't..." Uncle Jim cracked up.

"Oh!" Haley scoffed, "Looks like he got screwed twice. Pity, he's a good fighter, bad attitude."

The two shared a good riot of laughing. Haley calmed down first and straightened up, "So you going to ask me how I did it?"

"Nope. That's personal. If you don't want to let a secret out, don't tell the boss." Uncle Jim answered.

Haley nodded, "Well, I'm going upstairs. When Lyn gets back tell her that I'm going off to enjoy a silence by myself."

"Okay." Uncle Jim said sitting back in his chair.

Haley took there stairs so it'd take him longer. He needed time to just rest his mind. No talking, no thinking, just a simple silence that he can just take in. He opened up the roof of the Hospital and went to the edge of it. He dangled his feet off the edge and fell to his back and looked up at the sky.

It was a cloudless March evening. The Moon was full and the wind was dead. The air was a cool and refreshing 70 degrees, rather hot for march but Haley wasn't complaining. Gotham might have sucked badly on the streets but the view above was something to marvel at. Haley extended his hand and tried to snatch the moon out of the sky. He smiled at his failure and let his arm fall.

A massive thorny, petaled object seem to eat the sky and stop right in front of his face. He rolled over and looked at a pair of shoes. Damn she was quiet, Haley thought. Alice stood over him quietly. She was dressed in jeans, a pair of running shoes and a black baby doll t-shirt that reflected her rather large breasts. She smiled and laid down next to him. He looked over with that smile only someone in love has and stared into her eyes.

"Hey Haley..." She whispered.

"How's it going babe." Haley answered back.

"Never better..." Alice said looking at him, "You've no idea how much I missed you."

"Can I guess?" Haley asked.

Alice leaned over and the two of them kissed under the moonlight. They didn't break it, and the moment seemed to stop just for them. Haley pulled her close, she didn't resist and hugged him back. He pulled back and looked at her.

"Didn't have to..." Haley said softly.

"Oh Haley." Alice said pulling him close again, "I've missed you so much. But I did it, I've control now. I can do it freely. I can't express how much happier I am. And it was all for you, Haley because I want to be with you forever."

Haley paused a moment, "Forever is a long time. I'd figure eternity would work for the both of us."

"I'll be by your side for all eternity and beyond it Haley. I promise." Alice smiled.

Haley nodded, "I'll hold you to it."

Alice rolled on top of him again and kissed him again. Haley finally, after 7 months of living and loathing, had found happiness in Gotham City.

Amy sat on the bar stool holding a mug of beer, James sitting next to her. He knocked back his sixth one and smiled at her. He didn't even have a buzz yet. Amy nursed her mug and set it back down again. James nodded in approval.

She looked over at him happily, "You know James. I've seen it all these days here in Gotham."

"Oh really?" James could tell by her movement, she was drunk off her ass, "What have you seen."

"I've seen guys dressed up in spandex run around mugging people, I've seen an unknown amount of bitching as well! Why doesn't everyone just knock back a cold one and chill out." Amy asked drunkenly.

"Hell yeah." James said falsely.

"I think I'm going to go out there and tell the world it needs to chill out!" Amy said getting up off her stool.

James immediately pushed himself off his own and grabbed her, "How about we go home? You look like you had a few too many."

"Nonsense, I'm, I'm fine..." She said looking at me.

James laughed slightly, "Whatever. Come on Ames, let's get you home."

"Will you marry me you son-of-a-bitch?" Amy managed to slur together.

"Maybe later..." James answered taking her and putting it on his back.

The two went out side and Amy was the first to notice, "Hey!... there's a smoke trail thingy..." She said loosely.

James looked up and followed it with eyes, "Get in the car."

"Do you want me to drive?" Amy asked.

"No thanks, I got it." James said, inwardly he made a note never to let Amy have alcohol ever again.

James started the car and pulled out of the Bar's parking lot. He followed the smoke southward. A couple of fire trucks and such had already passed him, this drive seemed vaguely familiar. It was about three fourths the way there that it finally dawned on him like being slapped in the face and he smashed the accelerator.

The Lincoln screeched up to the curve and James got out of the car and blinked unbelievably at the blaze. The Extras headquarters was blazing, fire shooting out of the windows. James could feel the heat from out on the street. A firefighter jogged over to him and lifted up his mask.

"Get out of here, you're risking your lives." He cautioned.

"This is out building god dammit!" James snapped and raced closer.

The Firefighter grabbed his arm, "Are you NUTS!" He shouted, "That fire will roast you like a goose!"

"I don't care god dammit!" James said throwing the fireman's arm off.

James didn't listen to what the guy had to say, there was one thing he had to go int there and get regardless of heat and fire. He blew open the front door with his pistol and started up the stairs. Smoke didn't stop him and fire roasted his skin here and there but he shrugged it off like a rug burn. Not stopping, James kicked open the door to the third floor; his room and looked around in the flames. He raced over to his night stand and grabbed a photograph and an object and stuffed them into his pockets. James raced back for the stairs but a explosion of flames shot him to the floor.

"Shit!" He said wiping his eyes.

Only one option left. He had to take the express elevator, going one way. The window busted outward and a body plummeted to the pavement like a fireball.

"Oh dear Jesus, someone was up there." A firefighter thought.

To his amazement along with the other onlookers, the flaming corpses stood up and threw off its shirt. His body had fire burns and black ash marks. James turned around and pulled out his prize that he'd snatched from the jaws of the flames.

"Mother of god..."

James coughed and spit on the sidewalk and walked towards the fireman. He wiped his mouth off with his forearm and looked at him.

"You were saying?" James smiled.

The guy shook his head in amazement, "I'm James Sims, I work for the Extra, this is our Head Quarters."

"How did you survive?" he said looking at him.

"When you've become an immortal that's lived on this earth for 500 years, ask yourself the same question and then I'll get back with you." James responded walking past him.