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Hoody Boy: Elseworld Stories
The Adventures of Haley Brown
Arc Two, Part Three: Comatose

Haley stood over the hospital bed, his eyes were cold, lacking a soul and heartless as a devil. His fists were clenched, his emotions deadened. Alice lay there, the steady beep of the machine monitoring her heart, in the bed. Her eyes were closed, his leg took a slug from a 12 Gauge shotgun, close range. No tracks were left, no one to tell what happened. They had the corpse of the guy standing at the door, his body was partially blown into vapor from the Shotgun itself. But none of that mattered now, not the corpse, nor the evidence or the reasons. Someone tried to kill Alice, and in tow, that person would suffer till Haley had deemed he die, that was the vow and it was not subject to change no matter.

He climbed out the window and shut it from the outside and lunged off the side. He fired his grappling hook and arced to the ground and landed quietly. Out of the shadows appeared Batman like a Phantasm.

"Well?" Batman grunted.

"She's comatose. Someone shot her in the leg just about 2 minutes after you gassed me. If I was there this wouldn't have happened and she wouldn't be in this state." Haley said looking at the ground.

Batman looked at him, he knew Haley didn't mean a word of what he said at that moment. He'd seen the look, he'd seen it for 32 years, every day in the mirror after his parents died. The look was cold and dark, vying for Vengeance of the son of a bitch that had done this to him. He couldn't blame Haley, it was an emotional response, one that drove the carefree life of a child out of him and input the demon he is today. Haley was an exception, his anger was justified and he never doubted it, or let it consume him, he harnessed it, and controlled it and projected it. Batman had seen that too, he'd seen what happened when Haley projected his anger, he felt it first hand.

"I'm going to kill this man..." Haley said looking up, "And not you, or Robin, or Uncle Jim is going to stop me. He will beg for mercy before I bring his life to an end."

"If that's how you wish to do it then I won't stop you. I know you don't have a problem with murdering people, but I wonder how you live with death on your conscience." Batman remarked.

"One day at a time." Haley said walking down the alley, "One day at a time."

The three of them made their way through the Gotham streets. Haley put on a blind fold since they were traveling to the Batcave where ever the hell that was. He didn't care, he just wanted the man responsible, regardless of who. The Batmobile pulled to a stop and roof opened up. Haley pulled off the blind fold and stepped out. The cave itself was jam packed with all sorts of things; a State-of-the-art Computer, A Gym, Countless racks of gadgets and tools and work benches. It was a hang out that anyone, even Haley, admired.

Batman sat down in the chair in front of the massive monitor and started plucking away at the keys. He brought up suspects and files and everything.

"Did Ivy see any of this?" Batman asked.

"Ivy is gone. Either they snatched her, or she bolted in fear from me." Haley answered.

"Damn, that makes this harder without a witness." Robin answered scratching the teenage stubble on the chin.

A commotion upstairs along with the clattering of a few things and the breaking of what seemed like plates echoed through the cave. All of them looked up.

"I'll check it out." Robin replied and started up the stairs.

Haley turned his head back to the monitor and rolled over who would have the nuts to pull this. The gun shot snapped him out of his thoughts. Quickly he started for the stairs, Batman hot on his heels.

"You promise to to tell anyone where this is!" Batman called from behind.

"Yeah yeah, now shut up and run dammit!" Haley answered back.

Haley removed his Vesper from his pocket and smashed the door open with his shoulder. They burst out into a extremely ritzy dining room. Haley thought of commenting on it but decided against it. He ran through the halls, his face pounding from the exertion. He stopped and lost his breath.

Robin lay on the floor, Alfred next to him and the thing that caused it, or person actually was standing there holding someone in his arms. He turned around, the face bore into Haley's mind like a .44 Magnum bullet.

"Haley..." He cried out in a low tone.

"James..., Jesus Christ." Haley said.

"Someone shot her!" James yelled out, "Someone shot Amy!"

Haley tossed the Vesper aside as James turned around holding Amy. Blood was leaking down her side and she was ghostly pail.

"Batman!" Haley called.

Within less then a second Batman was there and he too stopped in awe, "We got to get her down to the med room now."

James went with inhuman stamina all the way down the stairs carrying her like a baby. He lay Amy down on the table and took a step back. His body was emotionally exhausted even if he was immortal.

"Haley, get Alfred, do what you need to, I'll see what I can do." Batman ordered.

Haley went up the stairs and found the old butler laying there on the ground. He shook the guy on the shoulder. Alfred's eyes fluttered and he did a double take at Haley.

"Master Bruce, you look a lot younger." Alfred answered, obviously a bit delusional; Haley didn't bother and picked him up and hoisted his arm over his shoulder and led him to the cave.

After a few pain killers, a little bit of a rant and moment of silence Alfred started to evaluate Amy. It took eight minutes, which for James, was a insanely long amount of time.

Alfred pulled off a plastic surgeons glove and looked at Batman, "I dunno if she'll make it through the night or not. I have her on a IV drip but I don't know her blood type or anything about her."

"Her blood type is A Positive..." James answered, "She suffers from mild bouts of depression and longs to be successful at everything. If anything she doubts herself too much and wishes that someone can finally take some of the responsibility she's had away from her."

Everyone looked at James with a cocked eyes brow, "What? We killed a bottle of Vodka one night and I ended up being Freud." James said defending himself.

Haley lowered his head, a grin rolled on his face but the situation made it fade quickly, "My blood type is O, I'm willing to give a few for this one."

Haley pulled out his wallet and bit down on the leather bi-fold as Alfred sucked the blood out of his arm. A wave of comforting darkness seemed to cast itself over the world but Haley remembered Alice and now Amy and it brightened as if a light switch was flipped.

"Alfred, do I get a refund for this?" Haley asked.

"No, but this young lady will be in your debt for a long time." Alfred replied taking the pint of O blood over to medical bed.

A while later, Haley checked his watch. It was 4:00 A.M., too late to even bother going to bed. He walked over to James who was sitting at the edge of a cliff in the cave. His head was bowed and his hand cannons lay beside him. Haley plopped down next to him and stared into the dark pit just below him.

"Who would do this James?" Haley asked.

James looked over for a second then went back to the pit, "He wore a Mask, Black on one side, Yellow on another. There was one eye. He thought he was Mr. Bad ass toting that Shotgun around like a pro. I've seen some people in my life but he was good, extremely good. He handled his weapon like a pro, ex-military at least. I don't know what division, it has been a while since I was in it but I'll tell you what, that guy is not to be doubted. I never even hit him, not once with either of my pistols."

"Not once with either of those?" Haley repeated.

"Not once." James answered emphasizing once.

"Guess that means I'm out of my league then." Haley smiled, "I always did like an Underdog Fight."

"Haley..." James said, ready to tell him as many points of logic as he had to to talk him out of it.

"James, this asshole got Alice, he got Amy and I'm betting he shot you to. He didn't go after me though, he had enough opportunities." Haley paused, "Someone has to be pulling this guy's strings, and if I take out the mastermind, I take out the puppet. But I'll enjoy inflicting untold amounts of pain on the puppet, the Mastermind gets no mercy."

"You might be right." Batman answered, "From James' description here there can be only one match and that name brings chills to me even."

"Who is it..." James and Haley asked immediately.

"His name is Slade Wilson, also known as Deathstroke The Terminator." Robin replied, "He's the most dangerous Man in the world. A team of Superheroes has difficulty dealing with him."

Haley looked at Robin, he pulled back the slide of the Vesper and smiled, "He hasn't met me yet."

Authors Note: I'll explain how James finds Haley next chapter. For now it remains the mystery