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
Part Two: Vicious Cycle

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Tri-corner, Gotham City: Now
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"Haley, where's Alice?" Aunt Sarah asked.

The wave of emotion rolled back through his stomach and that black pit he'd kept down stirred. Memories rolled back into him.

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Upper East Side, Metropolis: 5 and a Half Months Ago
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"Haley, I'm sick and tired of this life. You've basically lost everything I used to love about you! Where was the man I used to fall in love with when I saw him each night? How could a piece of shit replace him!" Alice shouted.

Haley jumped up from the chair, "Alright god damnit! You think I LIKED myself when we were back in Gotham! Having to look behind my shoulder! God damn Alice! That life was not easy, I had to wake up and stare at myself in the mirror knowing full well that I was no better than the people I fought against! YOU WANT THAT BACK!"

"YEAH! Maybe I do! I fell in love with that person, not the insecure and whiny prick son of a bitch that he is now!" Alice roared.

Haley pulled out the Vesper from his pocket and stared at her, his eyes sliced into her like a demon, "SAY IT! SAY IT YOU WHORE! I DARE YOU! I DOUBLE DARE YOU!" He yelled pulling back the hammer.

Alice took a step back, "SCARED! GET OUT YOU FILTHY SLUT! RUN DAMN YOU! RUN FAR AWAY!" He yelled.

She was breathing with anger, seething to attack him but she knew better. She turned on her heel and walked out breaking the door as she left. Haley kept the gun pointed where she used to be standing. A tear rolled down his cheek, he threw the vesper into the chair buried his face in his hand.

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Tri-corner, Gotham City: Now
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"She moved on." Haley answered.

"Ah, well that's a shame; she was a really nice girl." Aunt Sarah replied.

"Yeah she was."

"Alright, enough with that, let's get you settled in and then we'll get up tomorrow and go shopping." Uncle Jim replied with a smile.

Haley nodded, "Good show old man."

"I'm not that old." Uncle Jim snapped, Haley snickered.

Haley sat up for the next hour in bed with his laptop next to him. He already had an e-mail from Batman; the guy never missed a beat.

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"Brown,

I know you're in the City, don't even think about it. I've informed the Justice League and they'll come down on you in a second if you so much as get a weapon from that Hoody of yours.

P.S. Thanks for bringing my car back. We'll keep that one between ourselves but it's your only strike."
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Haley was musing over the fact that he'd dented the bumper, anything that pissed off Bruce Wayne made him happy. His Hoody was a nice thing of strife as well. The ramifications of him get that thing back were probably still being argued about.

The story with the Hoody was that it was so sought after and so dangerous that the Justice League couldn't contain it. They tried hiding it everywhere, the fortress of solitude, the bat-cave, the satellite, hell no matter where it was there was always someone looking to claim it. So they came up with a plan, they got a replica, it wasn't a Hoody with a pocket of infinite space but it looked just like it, and they gave the real one back to Haley.

He was not allowed to ever use it again; he'd established that he was retired by both the villain and the hero community. He accomplished that feat by beating Slade Wilson a.k.a. Deathstroke the Terminator and his own mother Tiffany Gordon Brown a.k.a. Brown Recluse. He'd evened turned down the invite from Superman to be an adviser for the Justice League.

The night he got the Hoody in the mail was a note from Wonder Woman; she threatened him and said she'd never rest if he turned back to his old habits. That Hoody wasn't used except for on occasion like a store being robbed or a car jacking. Other than that it sat idle in a wooden box underneath his bed.

Haley turned the laptop off and closed it. He sat back in his bed and smiled. He missed the rush but that was something you never forgot about. Something always made it feel okay when he had a gun in his hand and psycho between the cross hairs. Nothing else matter except him and the guy. Sure every once in a while it was different and hey that was fine. Things weren't blurry for him.

The thump made him rise above his nostalgia. He was on the roof, probably wanted to tell him he was reckless and he should've said he couldn't make it. Haley got out of bed and started for the balcony; he walked outside onto it and started up the ladder to the roof. Sure enough a cape was up there, something was different though, it was blue, not black like Robin or Batman, oh great. The figure didn't turn around and quickly flew off.

"I hate capes." Haley muttered.

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Tri-Corner, Gotham City: 2 Days Ago
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"I haven't seen these people so happy in a long time." Haley remarked looking around at all the good cheer.

"Yep, as of late our mutual friend has been doing a lot to keep crime to a minimal." Uncle Jim answered.

Haley and Uncle Jim walked into an antique store; it had a couple of magnifying glasses and few novelties, nothing to grand.

"Hey Uncle Jim, I'll meet you in the food court in about an hour, what do you say?" Haley offered.

"Fine by me." Uncle Jim replied, "One hour." Haley held up his index finger signifying one and walked the other direction.

He walked into a small curio shop with a Japanese man behind the counter wearing a scarf. Swords were in the display case, 5 maybe 600 years old or more.

"May I help you?"

"Just browsing actually."

"Mr. Brown, I doubt someone like you comes in here simply because. That is for small children and people who are lost."

Haley turned around and looked the old man in the eye, "Who're you buddy?"

"No one of importance really, but I recognize your face from the news a while back. You were a sensation to read about in the papers." He said with a smile, "You were a breathing legend, like the bat character."

"I'm not a legend old man, not by a long shot. Most call me a murderer, and they're pretty much right on the money."

"Did you have a choice when you pulled the trigger?" He asked.

Haley looked over at him again, "No."

"Then you're not a murderer. Good day Mr. Brown, please come again."

"Psh, in a million years maybe." Haley thought.

Uncle Jim was lucky, Haley thought, he didn't have to worry about all that, he was in the paper but he never got national attention or big publicity. He didn't have a site devoted to his warrant for an arrest or a group wanting him to make an appearance. At just a little past 20 year's old, he'd already been a star and loathed killer. Hell him and OJ were right up the same alley.

Uncle Jim met Haley at the food court, he had the bag in hand, and "You find anything worth talking about?"

"Nah, I had to keep a low profile, someone spotted me, and I don't need to get egged like I did back a few months ago." Haley answered.

"I remember reading about that." Uncle Jim, "C'mon, we'll go get something to eat."

"Sounds good. You get something for your wife and Barbara?" Haley asked.

"That's none of your damn business." Uncle Jim remarked.

The gun shot rang out and caught Haley and Uncle Jim off guard, "Oh hell."

They both knew what to do, follow the screams and you find the bad guy.

Dick Grayson was shopping for a gift for Barbara, Bruce had told him it was unwise to ever get involved with a team mate; the enemy would use it against him. Over the course of a few years he'd learned to turn off the voice of Bruce in his head, he was brilliant but dumb, denying all emotions. For the past couple months, he and Barbara had been going out shaking their booties as the local clubs and such. She'd wanted a necklace and Bruce's credit card could suffice, who needed a 2 million dollar credit limit anyway?

The gun shot made him look up from the jewelry case, his stomach turned over when he saw him. Brown, Haley Brown, Bruce had told him he was back in town, what a present, that nut job was back. Someone was going to die if he didn't do something. He ran out of the jewelry store and after Haley.

Haley pulled a running dive dodging a bullet which missed hitting a manikin blowing it to pieces. Uncle Jim had turned over a table and was hiding behind it. Haley slide over the tile floor and hit a display case with his head breaking the glass. He saw the guy take aim with the rifle and cursed under his breath. The hand grabbed him and pulled him behind the counter. He looked back and saw Dick and breathed a half sigh of relief.

"Thanks."

"This was a favor, no one gets killed."

"Do I have a gun in my hand?" Haley asked.

"You were thinking about it." Dick replied.

"Whatever, you got a plan?"

"No, I could distract him and get him to turn and you could take him out."

"That's crap, you're not wearing the bullet proof hoody." Haley mentioned.

Dick rolled his eyes, "Alright Mr. Plan Man, what do you have in mind?"

Haley punched him in the face and leaped onto the counter top. With a lunge, he went right for the gunman. He whipped around and fired striking Haley in the gut. The bullet flattened against the hoody. Haley's hand grabbed the man's face and the two went falling off the side with Haley bashing the gunman's head into a table breaking it in half. Uncle Jim popped up from behind the propped up table.

"You get him!" Uncle Jim shouted.

"Yeah, he's down for the count, get EMTs in here." Haley ordered.

When they all stared at the Guy Haley slipped through the crowd and found Dick lying behind the counter with a bleeding lip knocked out cold. He picked him up and dragged him over to one of the benches and sat him down. Haley left Dick sitting with his head rolled back on the bench.

Dick's head pounded, his eyes fluttered open, his head hurt and his lip was swollen. He touched it and looked at the blood. The store was taped off where they fought. The memory came back with the fist hitting him in the face.

"Damn him…" Dick muttered.

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Tri-corner, Gotham City: Now
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Haley sat on his bed wrapping a couple presents. He pulled another one out of his hoody, it a was a couple dime store detective novels Uncle Jim loved reading so much. He put them together with a rubber band and wrapped it up. The thump on the roof made him look up. He got off the bed pulling his hoody over his head and burst onto the balcony. He scaled the ladder like a spider and rolled onto the roof.

"HOLD IT!" Haley shouted it.

Robin crossed his arms, "That was a cheap shot Brown." He said.

"I know, but you weren't going to like what I was going to do so I skipped the lecture and shut you up." Haley remarked.

"Let's finish it Brown, you and me, I'm sick and tired of your Bullshit." Robin answered.

Haley got into a readied stance, "Alright Pixie boy, it's been a long time coming anyway."

"Hah!" Robin answered and lunged.

Haley threw up his arm and stiff armed Robin in the chest knocking him on his back. Robin returned with a sweep kick, Haley jumped up into he air and countered with a kick to Robin's face knocking him on his back again. Robin flipped back onto his feet and lunged off at him again. Haley tried to shove him back but Robin twisted in mid air and collided with him. The two of them fell off the side of the ledge and hit the balcony below. Haley felt Robin's hand wrap around his neck and his fist pounded into the side of his face. Haley felt the irony taste of his own blood and spit it out.

"You wear a cup?" Haley croaked.

He sent a knee into Robin's crotch, his grip loosened as his crown jewels were rattled. Haley grabbed his neck and rose up. He pounded him into the wall and glared at him. He let go and Robin sank to his knees and coughed up some bile.

"Bastard…"

"Any means possible." Haley said crossing his arms, "You should be prepared for anything, low blows included."

Robin straightened up and hit Haley in the balls. He crumpled over holding his crotch groaning.

"Like that?" Robin retorted.

"Asshole… you're learning." Haley uttered.

"You know, let's just skip it, I don't feel like kicking your ass Brown." Robin answered, Haley looked over at him, "The hell you talking about, I was winning!"

Robin waved him off and managed to sit up. Haley rolled over onto his back still holding his crotch.

"Why the hell'd you come here again?" Haley said.

"Batman isn't saying anything on the communicator, I thought you and he might be beating the crap out of each other and you broke it. If not here, somewhere so I was going to ask the Commissioner." Robin answered.

"Dracula was around last night but he took off with a flash, and when the hell did he decide to start wearing a pastel blue cape anyway?" Haley remarked.

Robin rolled his eyes, "Oh her."

"Her? Don't tell me you and Dracula had a love child."

"Shut up." Robin retorted.

"Well did you? You're getting defensive I had to have struck a nerve."

"Don't make me hit you with a batarang Brown."

"You couldn't hit water if you fell out of a boat." Haley mocked.

"You two boys done?"

Robin and Haley looked up from the Balcony; Batgirl was standing on the ledge directly over them, her cape flapping behind her.

"No?" Haley joked.

She got a smudge look on her face, "Brown, where's Batman."

"Sucking blood, knocking over a Red Cross Station, hell I'm already confused on why you guys think I'm the reason he's gone?" Haley answered.

"Can the jokes Brown, where's Batman." Robin said getting to his feet.

"Okay, you wanna know? Go beat up a street thug, ask him where cause I don't know. When you find out tell me 'cause I don't know."

"I think you're lying." Batgirl replied jumping down on the ledge.

Robin picked Haley up by the scruff of his neck and pushed him against the railing, "So where is he?"

"You touch me again and we'll pick up with the lesson but this time I'm pulling out my gun and finding out if those costume's of yours are bullet proof." Haley answered.

The glint showed up in the corner of his eye, Haley sent a kick to Robin who collided into Batgirl. The bullet blew out the window. Haley had already drawn a pistol and taken aim. The shot went off and a scream of pain echoed across the street. Robin was about to cream Brown till he heard the scream.

"Why don't you ask that guy?" Haley answered.

Robin pulled a double front flip off the banister and threw a line out hooking onto a pipe. He swung and landed right where the scream was coming from. Batgirl followed, Haley pulled out a flash light and shined it across to illuminate it.

"Who're you." Robin said leaning forward and staring him in the eyes.

"Please don't kill me."

"I won't but the psycho across the street with the kung fu reaction time will. Now who're you!" Robin said shaking him.

"Uh… Chester Reynolds, someone gave me a rifle and couple hundred to take a shot at one of you."

"WHO!" Robin growled.

"He was pale, and smiling. Kind of got a laugh out of the whole thing, what do you care?"

"You're going to Jail Reynolds." Batgirl answered pulling out the cuffs.

"You can arrest me any time babe." He said with a smile.

Batgirl kicked him in the face knocking him unconscious, she cuffed him and put him over her shoulder.

"I'll see you bat at the Cave." Batgirl replied.

"Yeah." Robin said and threw a line back across the street and lunged across.

Haley leaned back on the building resting his head, "Okay so what'd the shooter want?"

"Nothing, just testing his rifle."

Haley rolled his eyes, "Who sent him."

"You probably know him, white face, thinks' he a comedian."

"Oh goody, I'm back here for one day and I already get caught up in a damn caper. Is it me or the city?"

"It's both." Robin answered, "Come over to Wayne Manor tomorrow, we'll find the Joker and beat the crap outta him and save Batman."

"Sounds like it's all in a days work." Haley remarked.

"Just be there." Haley nodded at his request and went back inside.

When he shut the door, he removed his Hoody and tossed it on the bed. He sighed and sat in a chair and stared at it. Haley scratched his chin and looked up at the ceiling.

"Damnit Brown… you can't seem to just mind your own damn business." Haley said talking to himself, "Hey, they didn't mind there's, they were giving you crap right when you walked into this city."

"True." Haley replied, "So what that you're getting back into the game, I know you've missed it."

"No I haven't." Haley answered, "Don't bullshit a bullshitter, you've wanted an excuse to go hunt criminals since Alice left. Don't feed me that whole, I'm retired, b.s. neither."

"You shut up right now about her." Haley threatened, "And what if I don't, what're you going to do? C'mon, once and forever you have to understand that you're a vigilante and a murderer, if you accept that maybe you can actually live with yourself."

"I don't care what I am, I didn't want to get involved damnit, and I didn't want to get back into this. It's what got me in trouble in the first place." Haley muttered, "Oh please, you're breaking my heart, Alice was right you turned into a bitch."

"Damnit! SHUT! UP!" Haley cried out.

The voice stopped, Haley sat back and took a breath, "Shit." His face frowned and his anger brimed, it was happening all over again.

Authors Note: Getting all the kinks worked out, I'n upgrading the Size, I'm going from 5 to at the most 10 and the least of 7. More description, more development and a bit more Brown.