Commentary Crew Imagines

Alex (1)

Chapter Name: Criminally Insane
Alex x reader
Warnings:Crime and crime stuff

Part 1/3

AU: You are a detective... in the same universe as Batman :)
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"L/N he busted out of Arkham" an officer yelled and he swung into your office.

"Who?" You asked fixing the mess on your desk.

"Xale" he mumbled and scratched the back of his neck.

Xale was the worst villain London had ever seen, one day he just showed up. He tortured kids, killed people all seemingly for no reason other then pleasure.

"God dammit" you said and hit the newly organized papers off your desk.

"When" you said composing yourself.

"This morning" the officer said quietly.

"I need the first flight into Gotham" I said and grabbed my emergency bag.

"Already on it" he said and handed you a plane ticket with your name on it. 

"Thank you" you said and headed immediately to the airport.

You got to the airport in a rush, you almost missed the flight. You boarded your plane and did some research as you flew.

"Bruce, I don't know if you know yet but Xale is out, I know you're probably busy with The Joker, but he's done a lot of bad in the UK" you said into the phone, to your cousin Bruce, or Batman.

"Yeah, I heard... I can't be hands on with the help though, I'm not in Gotham" he sighed.

"Oh, okay well do you have anything I can use or any info" you ask.

"Yeah, I'll send some info over and you can stay at my place I told Alfred that you'd be there" he said.

"Thank you Bruce" you sighed and hung up.

You got minimal amount of sleep, and you finally landed in Gotham. You got a cab to where you were stay, and hurried in trying to avoid the rain.

"Hello Y/N," Alfred greeted you.

"Hi Alfred" you said and hugged him.

"You'll be staying in the guest room" he smiled and helped haul your bags up.

You slowly got to work in the room and got in contact with the local police department.

"He wears a pink suit and a white mask, usually..." you sighed as you talk over the phone once again.

"Yeah... he's got a slight lisp too" you continued.

"Ok thank you" you hung up with another dead end.

You got up quickly and decided you were gonna get some food, you knew they had a cute diner down the street, close enough to walk to.

"Um can I get an order of Sweet potato fries with ranch" you said shyly holding out cash to the lady.

You sat down at a small pink booth and looked down at your phone to read some stupid fan fiction. It was a guilty pleasure.

"Here you go" a man with a british accent said as he handed you your fries.

"Ah thanks, this may be odd but are you from London" you asked smiling.

"Yeah I am" he said.

"Me too, East End... Sorry I swear I've seen you round'" you said and held out your hand.

"Y/N" you introduced yourself.

"Alex" he said shaking your hand, you soon got into conversation and began talking.

"So what are you doing in Gotham" he asked shyly.

"Got work stuff that sent me here" you said eating a fry.

"Oh, yeah, I work here at night to get some extra cash, no one really comes in so it's not to much work" he smiled.

"Yeah, it's a cute place" you said as you eyes the pink and white decor. 

"Yeah my mum use to own it, her favorite colors" he said, pointing to a memorial picture on the wall.

"I'm sorry for your loss mate..." you said sincerely.

"Yeah... she was killed, some 'hero' in a mask" he said with extra exaggeration on the word hero.

"Oh shit really, I thought they didn't hurt civilians?" You asked.

"Well this one did, then he fled... back to where he came from" He said coldly as he ran a hand through his long hair.

You sighed, "Yeah, a few years back my dad was killed, it's what got me into my work. They never figure out who did it or why"

"That horrible" he sighed and placed his hand on top of your sighing. You smiled softly.

"Anyway we shouldn't talk about this" you laughed and changed the subject.

"Yeah probably" he laughed, moving his hand back away from yours and placing it back on the metal table.

"Eh Y/N I gotta get home now," he said shoving his ringing phone deep into his pocket.

"Oh okay" you mumbled as he wrote something frantically down on paper.

"My number, call it some time would ya" be laughed as he scurried out the door.