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.

Hoody Boy: Elseworld Stories
The Adventures of Haley Brown
Arc Two, Part Four: Say farewell, Haley Brown

Haley stood in the Batcave. The thrum of the computer behind echoed through the cave. James and Alfred were upstairs, Robin and Batman had went back out on patrolling and that left him with Amy. She was still out from the blood loss. His gaze had fallen over the entirety of the cave, cast in eternal darkness. He was plotting, scheming the destruction of his new enemy, this Slade Wilson. He was the best, the unstoppable. Whenever someone needed something done, he was the man to call. He did his own work but most the time it was hired protection and hits. He liked to bite, but was he ready for someone to bite back.
James sat back on the couch and took his shoes off. It'd been a very long day and bedtime was just around the corner.

"So, how long have you been Batman's assistant." James asked trying to strike up a conversation.

Alfred looked over and gave him a smug look for asking, James raised his hands in innocence, "Since he was very young. I assume Mr. Brown and you are close friends?"

James nodded, "I met him 2 years ago. Back then he was wild. He'd jump from a speeding car if he had too. That was back when his girlfriend loved him, prior to that whole stab him deal. This guy named Jeff Andrews, I think he's a senator now, he somehow wooed her, I don't know. All I do know was, that during a Valentine's Day dance at their school, she took a knife and stabbed Haley." James made a stab motion to his ribs.

Alfred looked at him shocked, "You say this like it were an everyday thing."

"Well, when you've seen the Crusade's, a back stab here, a knife to the ribs there doesn't seem to shock you." James replied with a slight laugh.

"I can assume Mr. Brown, being his usual self, took revenge?" Alfred replied.

James sighed, "In many ways I think at that moment Haley made his transition. He went from simple brush fires to what he is now. Hoody Boy was what they called him in the papers but most who knew him, called him Haley. When that happened, I saw Haley die, I watched him become what he was. Not long after, Haley did have his reckoning. His girlfriend went to a mental institution, Andrews was publicly destroyed and Haley went on Summer Vacation."

"This all happened in School?" Alfred replied.

"Yep." James replied, "Rough stuff."

"I'll take your word on it." Alfred answered, "Now how is it you found Haley here?"

"The necklace." James answered, "It's got a spiritual thing for me, so I figured if something happened to Haley, I could find him. Looks like something happened to me first."

"You mind explaining a bit more, Spiritual thing doesn't seem to cut how you were able to come through the security without setting off any alarm?"

James laughed a bit and looked at him, "The cross was given to me by my brother. He made a great many things, including a Gun but I won't bore you with that long story. Anyway, that cross was given to me, it had my essence in it, so it was sort of like an extension. All I had to do was concentrate."

"And the defenses?" Alfred asked.

"Whip cream, duct tape and a stop watch. Don't ask about the whip cream." James laughed.

Haley stood at the Armory. Grappling hooks, Batarangs, knockout gas, flash bangs, smoke grenades and a slew of other non-lethal things perfect for handling anything. Slade would expect any of this in tandem, Haley could give him that. He knew that this guy was the best, that meant many things had to be taken into account; many. He could not underestimate, he could not overcompensate, he needed to be perfect, to have everything he needed, regardless of how obscene.

With two minutes of preparation, Haley went up the stairs after leaving Amy a note by her bedside along with one for Batman apologizing for taking his stuff. He walked into the Dining room and through the doors to the Living room where James and Alfred sat.

"James, give Amy my regards. Alfred, tell Batman I'm sorry for all the shit I've given him, as for Robin." He tossed him a wad of money, "tell him to get some converse because those Pixie Shoes he's got on are not working for the whole 'scare you' bit."

Alfred watched Haley start for the doors, James held back his want to laugh at the Pixie Shoes comment even though he knew Haley, deep down probably was not coming back. The front door to Wayne Manor opened and Haley started down the front steps. His Miata was parked right in front of the house.

Haley started the car and drove around the circle and roared away from the Manor. The street lights highlighted the anger in his eyes, the same anger this Slade Wilson would see. He raced through the back roads of the outer city, the car screaming towards the Gotham Bridge. The tires made the metal on the bridge whine as he cruised over it towards Gotham City, his adopted home.

The car screeched to a Halt. A Figure stood on the bridge, right in front of his path. His mask was half Black and half Yellow. Haley knew his name, he knew his transgressions and he knew who was going to kill him. The Car shut off and the door opened, Haley stepped out. The street lights on the bridge cast their shadows infront of each other.

"Hale Quincy Brown..." Slade spoke.

"Slade 'Deathstoke' Wilson." Haley replied.

"I've come here to deliver a Message." Slade said crossing his arms, "You should never have stayed with freaks." His hands came up, and his knees bent, "Now that having been said, I'd like to see just how good the teenage terror of Gotham City truly is."

"Like a pack of smokes, I'll be the death of you." Haley answered reaching into his pocket, "You shot my girlfriend and put her into a Coma. You shot my friend and nearly killed her as well. You played games Slade, ones were the risk is too high for even a competent man to do them. If I were you, I would've turned this job down. Now you're about to learn the very reason why Gotham City's worst never stood a chance." He finished aiming the Vesper.

"You talk too much." Slade answered drawing his sword.

"I'm in no mood to start working on my bad habits." Haley replied thumbing back the hammer.

Slade readied his sword and pointed the tip towards Haley who answered the sword and it's wielder with a smile. Slade closed the gap almost in the blink of an eye. Haley ducked the swipe went for a kick to Slade's knee. He jumped back and brought the sword down. Haley rolled backwards stopping in a kneeling position. He took aim with the Vesper and fired. The bullet zinged as it impacted with the sword. Slade didn't even flinch let alone the sword which didn't even have a mark where the bullet had struck.

Haley's eyes narrowed, under that mask was a normal human being. He might have age, experience and enhancements but he was still human and he was limited. He could be the master of everything on the planet, but he was limited. Limited by the Physics at which everyone adhered to, everyone except Haley Brown. Slade thrusted the sword down at Haley who rolled to the side and brought the gun up. Slade lifted his sword and brought it down again with lightning speed.

Haley threw his foot forward and stopped the blade with the heel of his shoe. The sword traveled down to the metal plate in the bottom where it stopped cold. Slade's eyes widened from what Haley could tell. He whipped around and yanked the sword out of Slade's hand and sent it careening into the cement sidewalk burying it. Haley got up and looked at Slade again. His eyes were shadowed now by the lack of the light.

Slade threw a punch sending Haley spinning through the air and crashing into the bridge. Haley looked up at him and pushed himself up. Slade looked at haley and felt a tinge of anger spark in the back of his mind. This kid had guts, he was fast and probably his most dangerous asset was the ability to think on his feet. Not many of the superhero community could pull that off, it was something only those prepared for it had to learn.

Slade reached behind him and removed a pump-action shotgun and aimed. Haley shook his head, lightning flashed in the distance and for an instant Slade could swear he'd seen this kid somewhere before. Haley started walking towards him, slowly raising his Vesper. Slade pumped the shotgun and aimed. The slug rammed Haley in the chest and he doubled over. A line of blood rolled over his cheek and his teeth were stained red. He stood up again and started walking for Slade. The trail of blood rolled down the side of his mouth, he wiped it away with his sleeve.

"The Hoody is bullet proof Slade, it's not Kevlar, nor Nomex or anything that's out on the Market. I'm not telling you shit about it till I've got you begging for a scrap of dignity before you die." Haley answered as he kept walking.

Slade pumped the shotgun again and fired. Haley was bowled over and slammed the bridge with the back of his head. He turned his head and spit a line of blood out his mouth and licked his teeth. Haley rose to his feet again.

"Last freebie." Haley said looking at him.

Slade pumped the shotgun and aimed for Haley's legs this time, "The pants bullet-proof too?"

"Nope, but do be warned that's going against the rule of three. Your first two shots were one millimeter shy of one another, I figure you fire one more and it might break the fabric but that's your call." Haley replied darkly.

Slade fired the shot at Haley's legs. The slug raced towards him in slow motion, a frame by frame without John Madden screwing it up. Haley bent down and jumped at the slug. He put his foot on the piece of metal and pushed off it like a spring board. Haley flew through the air aiming his Vesper. Slade had just enough time to step back before a 11 mm Bulkhead Round as James called it plunged into Slade's shoulder breaking and shattering the left rotary cuff. Blood and bone sprayed onto the bridge and Slade hit the floor. Haley landed on one knee and rose up again.

"And it's Hoody Boy to everyone that I don't like..." Haley said holding the smoking barrel.

"I'll remember that..." Slade answered pumping the shotgun and setting it on his knee.

The slug hit him right in the upper chest and blew through the Hoody. Haley's eyes widened as a combo of blood and spit flew out of his mouth. Haley landed on his back, blood leaked through the steel grates and the edges of his shirt and Hoody grew wet with blood. He could hear Slade's boots klonking against the metal as he approached. He stopped in front of Haley and looked him in the eye.

"The first round was a normal slug Hoody Boy, The second was a Modified Nitrous Express. The last one was a depleted Uranium Anti-Material Shell with a increased propellant charge. I aimed just where I had before, 1 millimeter just on target. Now Hoody Boy... I'd like you to know who caused all this."

Haley looked at him, even in this moment, with his life pouring out of him, he wanted to know, just to have that answer.

"Your own Mother..., amazing how hatred towards one's friends and family tends to be so... extreme."

Haley couldn't scream, he could speak and the darkness of blood loss poured through him. He grew tired from it and the adrenaline fought a losing battle.

"One more thing before I go my separate way and you pass on. That girl, Alice will be killed tonight along with everyone you know including your Father and the Commissioner. And that fiery Red Head who seems so much in love with you, Poison Ivy, will be tortured and killed. Goodbye Hoody Boy." Slade said and with that walked away.

Alice twitched and turned in her hospital bed. The machine monitoring her heart beeped with an increasing tempo. Alice shot up out of the bed.

"Haley!" Alice cried out.

She looked around breathing heavily. She slowed her breaths down and tried to take control.

"Commissioner Gordon?"

Uncle Jim looked up from his desk, "Yes Lieutenant?"

"Sir... we um, found something. It was turned in by someone earlier."

"Well let's see it." Uncle Jim demanded.

Another officer brought in a black shape and laid it on the chair. It unrolled into a Hoody. Uncle Jim went pale.

"W-where did you find this?" Uncle Jim stammered.

"It was on the Gotham Bridge. We also found a Blue Miata not to far away. One belonging to Fugitive Haley Brown." The officer answered.

"I want the rivers dredged, the scene closed off and I want blood tests on everything, I want the results on my desk tomorrow, I don't give a crap if you have to stay up all night!"

"Sir, with all due respect, this Nephew of yours, he was a murderer."

Uncle Jim looked up at him, "Sergeant Danforth, leave the room, me and Lieutenant Eversman need to have a chat, and close the door while you're at it."

Sergeant Danforth stepped out of the office and closed the door. Only three people heard this conversation: God, Commissioner Gordon and Lieutenant Eversman would know what was said, and only one of them would be talking.

Authors Note: I do apologize for my lack of updates, crazy couple of weeks along with writing this. It's hard to write a death.