In A Flash [COMPLETE]

One

Doctor Elizabeth Axel Wilde is a very mysterious person, she's even more strange than Batman, but nobody knows that. What everyone knows is that Doctor Wilde is a very talkative, smart, and talented person. Nobody knows who she truly is.

Gotham was in its normal dull state when she was doing her daily and normal job. As soon as she softly pressed the button and heard the 'click' sound and saw the flash, a dark dude swung like Tarzan and grabbed her as we went high up on top of a building. Doctor Wilde remained calm for she hated acting like a damsel in distress.

Yes, she was disgruntled but she had to check if she took the perfect picture. Work before hold-up, right? No money, no ransom.

The photo looked...okay. It was focused on a little kid playing and the background was a blur of Gotham's dull city lights. It was like hope in this trash city.

Axel was finally satisfied so she finally looked up at the dark dude that she recognised. Batman. The Batdude.

"Oh." she thought she must've sounded disappointed.

Batdude frowned some more, "You're lucky it was only me. You should have tried to save yourself as soon as you got here."

"Can't. I was taking this photo and it looks good. Wanna see?" she says. Dr Wilde tucked her reddish hair and looked at him.

"That can wait. I have a mission for you, Doctor Wilde." he seriously said. Dr Wilde only wrinkled her nose and nodded at him. She didn't like Batman's seriousness but she respected it.

"Uh-huh. You think you can get a gal to work for you without a treat? No way, Mr Wayne." she smiles at him and crossed her arms. She had been doing a lot of researching lately.

It was all quick, the Batdude brought her to the Wayne Manor where a lovely dinner was prepared for her but she was greeted with a shocked Tim Drake.

Rumour has it that they used to date but he was always busy and he never gave her attention so she decided to break it off and move to a new Academy. After graduating with honours in Psychology; she decided to be a detective but she didn't have time to go to college again so she applied in the Police Departments of the cities she went.

"Hey, Tim. Nice to see you!" she cheerfully said over the deliciously made food that she couldn't name.

"Yeah, er, how's life?" he blushed. She loved this awkward attention. He rarely gave her any.

"You know, the usual," Axel stops chewing, "I finally got to be a detective and a psychiatrist! And I finally know who Batdude is! It's so amazing how life gives you these opportunities and discoveries. How about you? How's life in the night?"

"How did you know? And don't call him Batdude," he ignored the question, Axel frowned at him.

"I did a research. Batdude is emotionally traumatised and so is Wayne. Batdude seems to have a chick-magnet and so is Wayne. Batdude and Wayne love Gotham. Why bother? Ugh. And those gadgets cost so much that Wayne is the only possible person to buy such things. Unless, he's funding Batdude. I miss you." Axel said. She really did miss him. He was the first and the last boyfriend; after the break-up, she decided that love was something that pulls you from everything. Now, she missed his warm hug. His lame excuses, the gifts to make up for the absences. Everything.

"Tim, can we start over again? I don't mind those lame excuses. I miss everything about you. Everything." she almost pleads.

Tim only looked sad, "You remind me of a happy-go-lucky lady, Doctor."

There was a long sad silence.

I will not and never be a Harley Quinn, never. I hated her view on love. Her lovesickness, her belief that there's something about Joker. His comment turned every part of me icy, she says to her mind.

"Don't you dare compare me to that girl. You barely know me, Drake. You were a horrible boyfriend, you've lost your right to judge me." Dr Wilde abruptly stands, the Wayne family or the Bat-Family stares up at her. Tim paled and stared at his food.

To clear the silence, she said, "So, tell me about this case. Please call Mr Wayne over here. I don't like talking to people with speech problems, you need a doctor to correct your attitude, Drake."