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, this is it. Act three of this rather enjoyable run that I've had on Fan Fiction. I'd like to thank everyone, and I mean everyone who even read this story for even the slightest bit. This quite literally has to be the biggest learning experience I've had on my writing career.

Cheers to:

Mr. M7
Jen A.K.A. Alice Tetch
Eddie the Black Maru
iamhollywood
Robster72
The Mad Dragon

And of course to those unsung few that although read but can't reply, I throw my hat off to you. And now people, reviewers, non-reviewers and readers alike, it is time to finally end my run.

Hoody Boy: Elseworld Stories
The Adventures of Haley Brown
Arc One, Part One: Details are under Investigation

Haley sat in the police station a week after the fire. Details weren't to be out for another week or so. Haley wiped his nose. Uncle Jim walked in holding a folder and sat down in his seat with a sigh. He tossed it in front of Haley.

Haley picked it up, "What's this?"

"Something up your alley." Uncle Jim answered.

"What about the fire?" Haley asked, "Aren't you guys working on it?"

"We are Haley but you can't rush this or you get different from the real person. So I'm handing you a case to sink your teeth into till we get these stuff figured out." Uncle Jim answered.

Haley opened up the file and looked at it, pictures of bloody bodies with cuts bleeding and puddles beneath them. Their look of fear was rather unnerving.

"Who's been doing this?"

"We don't know, that's why I'm putting the Extras on the Case." Uncle Jim responded.

"
"What's the MO?" Haley asked flipping through the files again.

"Believe it or not, these people were killed with Chewing Gum..." Uncle Jim said looking at him.

"What? Did Wrigley gum finally start sponsoring murderers?" Haley asked with a smile.

"I'm serious Haley, the person killed two officers with gum, more specifically Trident." Uncle Jim answered.

"Come on Uncle Jim." Haley said, "Trident? Come on..."

Uncle Jim pulled out a manila folder and dropped a small piece of gum into his hand. He put it between his two fingers and through it at the folder Haley was holding. It seemed to just slice right through it like it was nothing but air in its way. The piece hit the wall and buried itself firmly.

"Holy!" Haley shouted.

Uncle Jim nodded, "Shouldn't have doubted me."

Haley looked at the piece in the wall and the folder, "Uncle Jim! Jesus, alright I get the hint I'll nail him no prob."

"Haley, one more word before you go do something about this." Uncle Jim said, "He's killed cops so no one will mind the dead body, he comes at you don't hesitate to kill him. He killed two of my best men and the department wants revenge but we're preoccupied with the Joker, this Mysterious Fire and numerous other crimes in Gotham. We just don't have the man power, so do this for me." He said tossing Haley the evidence folder.

"I understand Uncle Jim. He's as good as finished." Haley said smiling and walked out of the office.

"For both our sakes, I hope you're right." Uncle Jim muttered.

Haley stepped out of the station with the folder in hand. He pulled out the radio from his pocket.

"Ames, you copy?" Haley asked.

"Copy Haley, what's going on?" Amy answered.

"I get Alice and James together and meet me at the coffee shop, I got a job for us to do." Haley answered.

Hour Later...

Haley sat with a soda and stirred it, James who'd looked to have not been shaving the last couple of days gulped down a cup of coffee. Amy put a sugar in hers and smiled.

"Alright so what's the news?" Amy asked.

"Yeah, I was sleeping happily back at your Uncle's before you decided to wake me up." Alice replied.

"And I was drunk in a bar, happily I might add." James remarked.

Haley sighed, "Alright guys. We've got a Murderer on the loose, real nut." Haley started, "He's a serial killer."

"How so? You stab all his victims or are they girls or some perverted thing along those lines?" Amy guessed.

Haley shook his head, "Don't laugh." He said, "The guy killed two cops with Trident gum."

James shot coffee out his nose and fell out of his seat with a snort of laughter. Haley buried his face in his hands as the two girls giggled themselves to the table.

"I'm serious!" Haley shouted.

Amy shook her hand and looked at Haley, "It's impossible, gum? Haley come one I'm not dumb..." She answered.

Haley pulled out the manila folder and pulled out a piece of trident. He scratched the edge of his can and pulled it away. At first it didn't so anything but as if someone just detonated a bomb in it, the can snapped open spilling its contents onto the table.

Alice was the first to notice it and watch Haley do the whole thing, her eyes grew wide as the can just popped open, "Whoa!"

Haley held up the trident and looked at it, Amy looked up, "What happen to your soda?" Haley waved the trident.

"No..." She said waving it.

"You don't believe me?" Haley asked, "Hey James, stand up you're making a scene."

James pulled himself up and put his hand on the table. Haley smashed the piece of trident into the back of James' hand. His eyes widened as he felt an unheard of pain run up his arm. His laughing stopped faster then a car wreck and he looked at the piece of bloody Trident. Amy was staring as well.

"Christ!" James shouted between his gritted teeth, "What the hell!"

"I wasn't lying, so I want you to listen to me." Haley said pulling the piece out of James' hand.

James rubbed his hand as the wound closed and sewed itself back up from his regeneration, "Alright, Christ didn't have to go that far."

Haley shrugged, "Alright, now this asshole has killed two officers like I said, with the Joker on the Loose and our fire being investigated, and all of us with itchy trigger fingers and a want for some action, this case is just for us."

"You mean we're hunting down a Serial killer to vent our anger?" Amy asked.

"Uh huh." Haley said smiling.

Amy rolled her eyes, "You've gotta be kiddin' me."

"It's your call, personally you're just as stressed as I am." Haley remarked.

Amy couldn't argue, she lost a lot in that damned able fire. She bit her upper lip as she thought about.

"Come on Ames." James said, "What do we have to lose?"

"Alright, alright I'm in." Amy said looking at Haley.

"Then it's settled." Haley said, "Now here's the battle plan. Amy, I want you to get on my lap top and find out everything; newspaper clippings, articles. I need to know what this guy's done." Haley turned to James, "James, get out to the local bars, find out anything you can about this guy. Alice, you and me need to visit an old friend." The four of them split up into three groups and moved out.

James sat down on the bar stool and looked up at the waitress, "Heya babe, how bout a beer."

"Weren't you here about an hour ago? In the same seat?" The woman asked.

"Yep." James said happily, his looked shifted to serious like a light switch being flipped, "Now get me a god damn beer."

Amy sat in Haley's room screwing around with Haley's laptop. The thing had enough features to probably be considered a global threat but he just used it to play video games or read the files of god knows how many people.

She search through the Gotham Herald archives for articles concerning, much to her dismay, Trident, Gum, Serial and Murder. There were 23 exact matches.

Haley and Alice stepped into the Iceberg lounge, Haley again armed with a pump action shot gun. The Potted plants had decided to attack the guards and held them at leaf point. Alice really didn't mind doing this job, she thought it kind of funny. Haley closed the door and sat down with The Penguin and pointed the shotgun very coyly at him.

"Alright, now you're a bird. Do me a favor and act like a stool pigeon. What do you know about the Trident murders?" Haley asked.

"Why in god name must a teenage lunatic with a gun always have to make my life a living hell. It's like that bat wasn't bat enough." The Penguin complained.

"We all have our little problems. Mine concerns this nut ball who's decided to off people, especially two cops." Haley answered pumping the shotgun.

"Alright, no need to get violent. I'll tell you what I know." The Penguin answered, Haley smiled and kept the shotgun pointed at his head.