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: Who wants to see a gun fight?

Hoody Boy:
The Adventures of Haley Brown
Arc One, Part Two: Gunman's Waltz

The Penguin looked down the barrel of the 12 Gauge shotgun rather put off, "Get that out of my face and get out of my Club, before I make you."

Haley smiled, "Make me? Oh now come come, I was expecting a spot of tea and a few biscuits." He said in a English accent.

The Penguin frowned, "I'm sure you remember our last encounter a months ago correct?" He asked, Haley nodded, "Then I also sure you're not stupid enough to think I didn't wait for you to try and use me for a stool pigeon again."

Haley's smiled disappeared and he pumped the shotgun, "Obviously Oswald, you and me will have words after this."

"I expect not." The Penguin answered.

The scream outside forced Haley to pulled the shotgun out of the Penguin's face. It didn't stop him from blowing the door off the hinges. Haley stepped out to a small mob of thugs with armed with Ingram Mac-10 Automatics, A couple of Shotguns and simple handguns. Haley pumped his shotgun ejecting the empty shell with a smile. He rushed them and lunged at the last possible second. The two guys on the end trailing their guns fired at each other just as Haley sunk beneath them and hit each other with their own bullets. The floor being marble gave Haley a bit of a slide as he went between the thugs legs in front of him. The guy turned around just in time to meet a Shotgun blast from 3 feet away.

Haley rolled and searched the room for Alice. A thug had her by her blonde hair with a gun pressed to her temple. The two remaining guards fired their guns. Haley scrambled behind a table and kicked it over. He put his back to it as bullet thumped into the woods.

"We got your gal Hoody Boy! You want her to die! Just stick your head up and we'll let her go!"

Haley ventured a good guess it was the dude with Alice at gun point. Haley tossed the shotgun away and reached into his pocket and removed the Vesper. Bullets thudded again against the table. Two snapped over his head blowing off a piece of the wood. He shook his head, this was a bad spot for a gun fight, but it wasn't hopeless. He turned around and pointed the Vesper at the table. Steadying his aim with both hands, he fired two shots that blew two large holes into the table. He heard a thud and took a breath.

"Son of a bitch!"

Haley aimed for the sound and fired two more bullets through the table. He heard a scream of pain and a thump. It's sad when you can put a couple pointers from the Punisher comics into your style. 1. Don't hide behind dead bodies. 2. In a gunfight, don't make a sound. Haley edged his head around the table and snuck a peek before a bullet whizzed past and snapped off a piece of the table. Now or never, He rose from the Table and raised the Vesper. The guy put the barrel to Alice's head; his nerves were shot because the gun was rattling around like it was a cell phone on vibrate. Haley two handed the Vesper and took very careful aim.

"You let her go and I might just plant one in your shoulder, you keep this up though and I'll turn your head into a bowl of red jelly. I'm sure you'll want to walk out of this alive right?" Haley answered.

The guy looked around at all of what made up his little task force of guys all taken down by a 19 year old with a Hoody pocket.

"Just let her go and it's all over right?" The guy said.

"Yep, There's enough dead people here tonight, no need for another cadaver. Would you like to be a med school students project?" Haley reminded.

The guy let go of Alice who dashed over to Haley hugged him. Haley lowered the Vesper. Alice reached into Haley pocket and grabbed a hold of something. She pulled out a Berretta and fired at the surprised thug who'd put a gun to her head.

Haley looked over at Alice who lowered the gun, he gaze was more unforgiving then some lone sharks he'd killed. She looked up and smiled forgivingly.

"Bastard burned my skin with that flaming hot barrel. Sides, I knew he'd probably shoot you after you lowered your gun." Alice answered innocently.

Haley shook his head, "Let's get -"

Haley was cut off as he heard the clap of gloved flippers, "Bravo my good lad. A masterpiece of a fight. Shame it is, this wasn't the only thing I had waiting for you."

Haley sucked in a breath and yanked Alice and himself behind the table again. The sound of a fully automatic machine gun droned from across the room. Bullet started ripping the top of a table apart like a chainsaw.

"This is looking bad." Haley said.

"Yep. Funny you and me going out like this, think we ought to consider this a date?" Alice remarked.

Haley cracked his neck and thought about it for second, "Do you trust me?"

Alice looked at him perplexed, "Yeah, always and forever if you really are serious."

"Mind if I have this dance?" Haley asked extending his hand.

Alice shook her head and took Haley's hand, "On three."

The seconds went fast and on three Haley and Alice dashed from the table, hand in hand, just as bullets sliced through the rest of it. Haley brought her close to him and spun her as bullets raced and snapped around their heads. He grabbed her and swung her around him and dipped as the bullets sailed just behind him. The familiar sound of clink was heard and Haley brought her up and kissed her right on the spot. The two rushed to the Balcony as the Penguin screamed in anger and frustration.

"How'd you know?" Alice said closing the doors.

Haley reached into his pocket and removed a grappling hook from his pocket, "Simple, the Machine gun was an old school M60 prior to its upgrade." Haley answered firing the Grappling Hook to another building. "The stupid thing clogs and overheats. When either happens the gun immediately freezes up tighter then a pickle jar and won't fire till you remove the barrel which doesn't happen with the old models or you pull the case out which can take a good twenty minutes and a screw driver."

Alice grabbed hold of Haley as she laughed at the rather lengthy explanation, "Damn"

"Exactly." Haley answered pulled out a frag grenade from his pocket and pulling the pin with his teeth. He threw it through the window and the two jumped off the balcony and swung off.

The Penguin cried out in utter frustration, "GOD DAMN YOU HOODY BOY!"

The sound of a thunk on table brought his attention to the pineapple shaped object rolling around on the top. The Penguin shook his head and buried his face in his hands.

"Why god can't you send me the flying rodent, or Superman. I'd be happy to take on Superman, but why a teenage Rambo? Why?"

Amy sat quietly at Haley's Laptop cracking the key sand clicking around on the monitor. As much as she found on this Trident Killer it only raised more questions. All 23 three articles had absolutely no connections to them other than the gum. She scratched her head in frustration.

"Dammit Haley, you had to take a case without jack for evidence and a nut that could put just about anyone of us in the hospital without a second thought." Amy muttered.

She went back to typing on the computer and started re-reading the articles. Twenty minutes rolled by with nothing but the same information as last time. She clicked the next article and started running through it again. A E-mail popped up in the bottom right corner with a 'Attn: Your Case Evidence'. Amy raised an eye brow and clicked it, the window popped up.

Title: Attn: Your Case Evidence
From: JGordongcpd.gov

Haley, I pulled strings and snared some more evidence for you. It seems this Trident Killer's been all over the eastern Sea Board, from Miami to Metropolis. So far the guy is a guy. We don't have a name but we do know he's very direct and extremely repetitive. I don't like that I threw you into this case half cocked but I'm confident you'll make it through.

Uncle Jim.

Amy sat back in her chair, "Guess that shifts the blame a bit."

"Amy? You got Haley on the horn?" The radio crackled.

James stared at his third mug of beer and smiled vaguely at it.

The bartender looked at James and the three mugs, "Hey buddy. I think you had enough."

James looked up, his eyes weren't even blood shot and his gaze wasn't the typical glazed over drunkiness most would come to expect after three mugs worth of vodka and whiskey.

"Who are you to say I'm too drunk hmm?" James asked with a crisp voice with no hint of the alcohol remotely effecting him.

The Bartender eyed James and shook his head, "Alright but this is the last one then you're outta here."

"Hey, before you fetch that next bottle, tell me something." James asked.

The Bartender shrugged, "You seen any weird looking nut balls come around here chewing gum and such, talking to themselves and that sort of thing?" James inquired.

"Yeah actually, a buddy of mine, runs a Bar near Amusement Mile, he's been complaining of, get this..." The Bartender chuckled, "Guys getting cut with gum. Do you believe that crazy nonsense."

"Not in your life time." James answered, The Bartender came back a few minutes later to an empty seat and a wad of bills and change under the mug.

James pulled out the Radio, "Amy? You got Haley on the horn?"

"No, why?" Amy replied.

"'Cause, I just found out some stuff about our resident killer around here." James answered.

"So have I, you tell me you stuff and I'll relay it to Brown." Amy answered.

"The guy is goes to a Bar in Amusement Mile in the north end of Gotham. We get there we oughta be able to nab this one in the bud." James answered.

"I'll send it to Haley. Where are you anyway?" Amy asked.

"Tricorner, about 4 blocks from the Police Station." James said sitting down on a bench.

"Great, so I guess you'll be waiting for a bus."

"Correctamundo." James remarked.