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riddlerapologist · 1 year
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praying to god we get another riddler arc in the next batman movie 💚❔💚
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riddlerapologist · 1 year
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fun fact: the first date i had with my boyfriend at the time was going to his house and watching the batman together because he knows i have a riddler/paul dano obsession. LMAO. best date ever tbh.
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riddlerapologist · 1 year
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um wow. hey guys, is this thing on? it’s been about 8 months since i’ve posted ANY riddler content..are y’all still as obsessed as i am?
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riddlerapologist · 2 years
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riddlerapologist · 2 years
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riddlerapologist · 2 years
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Edward Nashton being a giggly little shit for 42 seconds:
A.K.A. Terrifying (/gen) movie villain goes "teehee"
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riddlerapologist · 2 years
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You knew Edward was the Riddler.
The same serial killer you would see on tv almost every night, torturing a different public figure, and exposing them for their problematic actions and affairs.
You knew how dangerous he was, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him. You were too deep in love. And love makes you do crazy things; especially for Eddie.
You probably should’ve sought help from the moment you caught yourself coming up with riddles and building torture devices with Edward, but the truth was that you enjoyed it. You spent so much time together that it made your heart skip a beat. He always educated you on the corruption within the GCPD, with Falcone, the DA; with Bruce Wayne. And you were always so eager to learn. Eddie was so intelligent, and you loved hearing him ramble about anything.
You wanted to help him cleanse the city. You craved his praise and touch. You would do anything for him, even if it meant becoming an ally with a serial killer.
Not just any serial killer. Your Eddie, your soulmate.
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riddlerapologist · 2 years
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edward never wanted to leave the house.
your dates always happened at the comfort of your apartment. never his, but you didn’t think twice about why he never invited you to his place, not knowing he was the masked murderer hiding within the corners of city streets, seeking out his next victim.
sometimes though, you guys went out. for coffee, a trip to the park, and your favorite—the local book store down the street.
you loved watching eddie clumsily look through books, excitedly showing you ones he’s read before, and ones he thinks you’d enjoy. he looked like a child in a candy store, and it melted your heart.
you knew he never felt joy like this before, which was why you would do anything to keep him happy.
anything.
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riddlerapologist · 2 years
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His Prized Possession - Edward Nashton x Reader (Dano!Riddler)
*i decided to write up a longer version of my post from the other day because i saw some of you guys loved it. enjoy 💚*
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Ever since Edward saw you enter the diner in the corner by the Iceberg Lounge, he had been hooked.
He knew he needed to have you. But how would he go about it?
By being a creep, of course. It was what he did best.
And, he was great at figuring out identities with a quick search.
He scoured the internet for your name, your birthday, your family, friends, hobbies, and interests. You were too easy to find. He even found your address.
Lucky him, he scored big time.
You became his entertainment every night. Climbing on top of the roof adjacent to your apartment building. Your blinds were open constantly, thinking nothing of it.
Gotham reeked of crime and creeps, why would you leave the blinds open?
Because you were too innocent, and he knew that. As much as he wanted to ruin you from the inside out, to watch you whimper his name and beg for mercy, he also wanted to hold you close, caress your face, and spoil you. He was madly in love with you.
But there was something getting in the way of him approaching you.
You weren’t single.
He quickly figured this out shortly after finding all of your social media. Looking and carefully analyzing each and every single one of your posts, he found out you weren’t single. Edward felt an instant rush of jealousy and anger. Hissing profanities to himself, especially when he watched you in your apartment fully nude, writhing in pleasure.
Some days, he would break into your apartment when you weren’t around. Walking into your room, groaning at the lingerie that was thrown on the floor, imagining you in it. Sometimes stealing a pair of your underwear on his way out, or laying in your bed and getting off.
He knew he couldn’t keep living like this. He was completely and utterly obsessed with you. He needed to have you. He grew angry at the thought of you with another man.
Edward knew what he had to do in order to make you his.
Oh, the crimes he would commit for you.
Upon finding out that your boyfriend had been attacked and murdered days later, Edward happily watched as you laid in bed, unable to move. Sobbing, curled up, and in pain. You were alone.
Edward couldn’t wait to approach you, but he had to wait it out. You were too sensitive, it was too soon for you to get back out in the world and start a new relationship.
But then, three weeks later, you were back at the diner. This time, sitting at the bar. One seat away from him.
He innocently turned to you, and made immediate conversation. He had you hooked. He was insane, but he made you feel loved again in a matter of days.
His plan worked exactly how it was supposed to go.
You were his prized possession.
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riddlerapologist · 2 years
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edward is the type of guy who had absolutely no idea how to approach someone like you—someone absolutely beautiful in every way. he was speechless at the sight of you.
you were intrigued at how timid he was, which was what drew you to him in the first place. every failed relationship consisted of the same cocky, extroverted, and disrespectful men. it was time to try something new.
upon asking him out on a date, because he definitely would not make the first move out of pure anxiety, he would immediately run home to get himself ready for you. he wanted to look as presentable as possible, but the truth was that you liked how messy he was. you could care less about the way he dresses. you liked him for him. he was genuine, unlike the others.
or so you thought.
but he would never let you find out the truth, because you were the only good thing in his life. he didn’t want to mess it up.
but, the thought of you drove him into pure insanity, fueling him to become the riddler more than ever. he now had someone to protect; a purpose to kill, to cleanse the city of gotham from the filth and corruption that lie within.
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riddlerapologist · 2 years
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visiting edward at arkham pained you.
seeing him chained up, face puffy from the tears that were shed, completely unable to touch you. looking like a wounded puppy that needed to be rescued from the horrors he had endured.
oh, eddie.
from the day he got himself caught, the day he was taken from you, you had felt nothing but sadness, anger, and heartbreak.
you wanted to break him out, yet you didn’t know how. the only thing standing in your way was the bulletproof glass walls that enclosed him into his cell. you felt helpless. alone. scared that you had no one left to turn to.
you cut yourself off from your friends and family after you and edward started dating. he was your life, and no one else mattered but him. all you wanted to do was be with him, and him only.
and yet, he was stripped away from you, leaving you with pure hopelessness.
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riddlerapologist · 2 years
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edward would have the time of his life creeping on you.
maybe even going as far as sneaking into your house when you weren’t present. lurking through your closet, sniffing your clothes, bed sheets, and pillows.
groaning at the thought of you, spread out under him.
sometimes taking a pair of your underwear on the way out—but not your favorite pair; he still wanted to see you in those.
he desired you.
but there was something getting in the way of his hopes and dreams to be with the love of his life.
you weren’t single.
and he knew exactly what he had to do.
oh, the crimes he would commit for you.
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riddlerapologist · 2 years
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Obsession - Edward Nashton x Reader (Dano!Riddler)
*as per request, here’s a little one shot where edward’s stalking backfired on him, maybe to his benefit—and yours. kind of a twist from my other story, “the prey”. enjoy babies ;)*
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It all started at the diner; sitting across from you at the bar.
He’s shy. Antisocial by the looks of it. Someone you would never even think twice about.
But he caught your attention anyway.
You pretended to not notice him staring at you from your peripheral, but you felt those bright blue eyes burning into your body. He was definitely thinking dirty thoughts in that disturbing little mind of his.
From that day on, he followed you everywhere. Stalked you at work, walked you back to your apartment; at a reasonable distance of course. He thought he was so slick.
But oh, was he wrong.
You loved the idea of being followed. You enjoyed feeling hunted by someone. It was sick, but you couldn’t help it. Your insides were on fire at the thought of it.
You quickly figured out his routine. Where he would be watching and following you at certain times. You made an effort to put on a show for him whenever you knew he was looking into your apartment.
Slowly undressing, putting on lingerie that you figured would drive him mad. Sometimes walking around your apartment in nothing but a short, yet slightly open robe. Letting him watch you touch yourself, completely unaware that you were thinking about him the whole time. Sometimes dangerously keeping your door unlocked, in case he wanted to come in and use you.
To say being obsessed with Edward Nashton was an understatement.
He took over your thoughts, your life. You needed him. Touching yourself and teasing him from afar wasn’t enough for you anymore.
You stalked him. Followed his every move. Went to the diner by his apartment, waiting for him to show up and order his usual pumpkin pie and hot latte. He always looked so helpless and pathetic sitting by himself. It turned you on.
You so badly wanted to kidnap him and trap him in your apartment forever, keeping him as your pet.
But you refrained from committing such crimes, and decided to go up and talk to him, like a normal human being would do.
However, you weren’t normal. You were far from it.
And neither was Edward.
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riddlerapologist · 2 years
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edward loved praising the one he adored.
the one who was owned by him.
you.
praising you for the dinner you had made that night, for the way you touch and get him off, for always listening to his wants, needs, and demands.
he had a temper, no doubt about it. it frightened you when he lost his mind and started yelling. but he never intentionally directed his violence towards you. you were too sacred for him to lose. you knew he could never hurt you.
whenever he was upset, you were there, enduring the yelling. the vulgar speeches he would spew. you knew how to calm him down, running your hands through his soft, yet incredibly messy hair. slowly taking off his glasses, cleaning them for him, and ever so carefully sliding them back on. your gentle touch juxtaposed his jittery personality. you were the only one who could tame the beast.
and he always praised you for it.
verbally,
and physically.
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riddlerapologist · 2 years
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what if, edward’s stalking backfired on him.
you became obsessed with him.
he was under the belief that you hadn’t noticed him following your every move, but oh, was he wrong.
he really was not as smart as he thought he was.
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riddlerapologist · 2 years
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Yours - Edward Nashton x Reader (Dano!Riddler)
*the amount of love i’ve received in the past few days is insane. i love you all dearly and truthfully. thank you for being so supportive :’). enjoy this little one shot.*
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Yes, Edward Nashton may be clinically insane.
But he needs love too. And that’s where you come in.
You know in your mind that it may be sinful to love a man so murderous—so dangerous.
But you just cannot stay away.
He’s addictive. Treats you well. Makes you laugh, spoils you. Ruins you from the inside out.
He consumes your life in the best way.
How could you ever leave the one man who has consistently treated you right? The one man who thoroughly and whole-heartedly loved you for you.
So of course, you were going to love him for who he was. He was your soulmate. The one you have been dreaming of your whole life. Nobody’s perfect. Not even you.
You let him rant to you day and night, about his plans to take down corruption, what torture devices he wants to use on each person, making you wince at the thought.
But it also made you writhe in pleasure, seeing him so revengeful and angry. You almost felt selfish for not getting him any professional help. For not stopping his plans. You freakishly wanted to make the man worse than he already was. Seeing him all worked up in his green ensemble really got you going; especially when he came home maniacal and full of rage.
Sometimes, you decided to risk it all by teasing and riling him up just a bit further.
It always drove him crazy. Primal. Rabid.
Harshly grabbing you by the hair, pinning your face against the wall, aggressively whispering in your ear, listing the damage he would soon inflict upon the sweet and innocent body that belonged to him. Shoving his leathered fingers far down your throat, letting you taste the crimes he had committed that night. You craved this side of him.
In a way, you were just as horrible as Edward had been.
And the worst part was that you didn’t care.
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riddlerapologist · 2 years
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imagine edward being comfortable around you for some knife play.
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laying under him, wrists bound together with that infamous silver duct tape, dark blue eyes staring right into your soul. dragging a knife down your soft, bare skin agonizingly slow, down to your legs, and right back up to the crook of your neck.
he decided to take the risk and make a small incision into your neck. it makes you yelp in both pain and pleasure as you feel the sudden sting. it turns him animalistic.
bringing his mouth close to your neck, licking up the ruby red fluid seeping from your skin, and carefully sucking and humming in pleasure. kissing your tears away, caressing your flushed cheeks, telling you how much he loves you.
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