Could i request hcs of a yandere arkham aslyum Riddler with a psychiatrist darling?
Anon this like the best request requirements like, yes! Psychologist s/o! Yes all the way!
(Gotta use an assault on Arkham gif for this one because the green bean doesn’t show up physically in game🥲)
Arkham asylum riddler yandere hcs
Warning: yandere behavior,kidnapping,possessiveness,stalking,gaslighting,forced closeness,mentions of death
He doesn’t bat an eye when he hears through the Arkham grapevine that he’s being transferred over to another psychiatrist,he’s probably the patient with a record of making the most many doctors quit due to becoming a “problem”
But then he gets taken to your office by arkham security and gets the surprise of his life,a clean newly decorated office. A newbie? Now? With him?
Was sharp trying to get you killed? Was he the entry test?
But then he actually meets your bright smiling face and he’s enamored.
An extremely intelligent graduate fresh out of GSU.
His first session with you starts off with him testing the waters like he does with all his previous psychiatrists. When you actually guess one of his riddles right he genuinely feels his heart skip.
After that session he starts actually being excited about going to see you now. Wanting to see how far that intelligence goes. He also asks one of his informants on the outside to run some checks,your rather interesting aren’t you?
That’s when his possessive qualities start to strike out. Trying to extend his time with you past your allotted hour,he starts scaring the guards to leave him be with you a little longer.
You’re convinced he’s getting better
Of course when you find a book of riddles all scribbled in on your desk,that you know you didn’t put there,you get concerned.
Your next session you bring it up but he just sits their smirking playing innocent.
“Now why would I be out of my cell? That’s definitely against the rules,after all, you said I’m getting better aren’t I?”
A few days later one of your patients ends up dead. zsasz somehow got his hands on a knife. And then another death,and another,and another.
Arkham upper management sure as hell doesn’t give a crap to look at your concerns
Which leaves you all to him. The other rouges backing off a while ago of course
Your sessions at this point getting increasingly more intense. You mention Batman’s name once and he’s enraged.
“Keep that slimy cheater out of your mouth!”
So call it a surprise one night when you’re getting ready to go home and there he is,sitting on your desk with everything. His costume,his cane,everything.
“Hi diddle diddle,time for a riddle~”
Let’s just say the next few months are not well….
Constantly flirting,manipulating and testing his way with you becomes the regular occurrence for a couple of months. Making you come with for crimes,constantly sneaking pecks on the cheek all while he’s got a firm eye on you. Finally you and him outside of that hell hole! Now you don’t have to wait to have a session with him!
Of course the threat of everything you love being ended is always on the table,he’s made elaborate traps dear,he isn’t afraid to hook anyone you love up in them
At one point he kissed you so deep you accidentally moaned. He was practically ecstatic for hours!
“Edward I didn’t mean…..!” “No no my dear I understand well. My genius is rather attractive isn’t it?~
The only reason it took the detective so long was because Edward kept leaving clues that lead to nothing,he eventually got too cocky leading him to go back to Arkham.
By this point you left your dream job,your degree a danger now but unable to move out of Gotham now due to gcpd witness protection. Batman promising he wasn’t coming back.
However a few months later your freedom certainly doesn’t last as you come home to find a riddle on your bed.
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With A Flick
Word Count: 3,033
Authors note: i had to redo my tumblr due to loosing the password to riddles-and-diddles, but good news! Did this kinda angsty fic based on eddie going to arkham and his s/o reaction to it! 😊💕 i might do a part two if alot of people like it!
Warnings: angst, saddness, its a pain fic
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Heartbreak.
Betrayal.
Its all you could feel when Edward didn't show up to your apartment that night he shot and killed falcone. When his boyish face was all over the news and morning, how many people fawned for him, how many people hated him.
You?
You didn't know what to feel. You felt hurt, lost, angry. Hurt that he would do this to you, leave you. Lost because you lost your only anchor from gothams grips. Anger for betraying you like this.
His real name was Edward Nashton. Thirty six years old, working as a forensic accountant. While your Parker, worked apparently at a local library. But you knew now it was a lie. It all was.
You missed work the next day, the following day, until you were threatened to get fired for pulling this shit. Eyes were dead when helping people, hands shake with pain, seeing happy couples made you break down in tears. That should've been you and par- edward.
Whatever were you now? Were you part of his plan? To seem more normal than what he appeared to be? To not let people or you apparently, that he was the fucking RIDDLER?
It was six o'clock when your phone buzzed in your apron, checking the caller id and only seeing 'NO CALLER ID'.
You ignored it the first time, groaning until it buzzed more in your pocket, picking it up with anger as you answered, hidden in the backrooms.
"WHAT-"
"Hello, this is Arkham Asylum, calling [number here], you have a call from Edward Nashton. Press one to answer."
You hesitated before the better part of your judgment could strangle you to death, but you pressed one.
"One moment," the robot answered, ringing went through your head as you felt sick.
How would this go? Would you be able to handle it?
It finally stopped ringing the third time when you heard faint sobbing and giggles.
Oh god, was he.. okay? What the hell was going on?
"Pa-" you stopped yourself, "edward..?"
He stopped abruptly, heavy breathing on the other end.
"H-hey [y/n]," he said, voice shaking.
Hearing his voice made you burst into tears, you've been holding onto them for a couple of weeks now, trying to be tougher than what you led on. You sobbed and sobbed, shaking as you wanted to yell at him, scream. For doing this to you, for hurting what little happiness you had left.
"Baby,"
"DON'T call me that," you snapped, something he never had to hear until now. "You fucking lied to me, you lied and kept going until your parade was over! Do you know how it feels to not trust your other half anymore? If we're even together still-"
"[Y/n], please.." he started sobbing again, hearing the last part broke his heart. He couldn't lose you, he lost Batman, he can't lose you now.
"No! How long have you've been doing this? How many other girls huh? Was it a distraction for your sick pleasures?" You hissed, your voice was threatening to break now.
"No! Just- just listen.. i- i just need to see you." He begged.
"I bet you said that to your other whores." You snapped.
"SHUT UP! just SHUT UP!" He snapped now,"I protected you from this shit of a city, I risked killing people for YOU. THE LEAST YOU CAN DO IS SEE ME!"
your breath was ragged and uneven, his was better at all. The two of you were silent before more sobs could be heard from the other line. Part of you didnt want this, didn't want to follow him in the dark, knowing what this could do for you and your life. But.. the other part of you needed him, for once in your pathetic life, you felt loved and cared for. Only him. Only he gave it to you without something tied to it.
"Okay." You said, defeated.
He couldn't help the laughter that left his mouth, happiness bloomed in his chest.
"Okay, okay.. what time? Visiting is mainly whenever, maybe.. maybe you could access my bank and pull out a hundred to convince them to let me see you in per-"
He was getting too far for this, guessing he forgot he lied to you for months now.
"Hey, hold on. Maybe.. just over the glass I can see you for now. Maybe."
He felt a little heart broken when you shot down the idea of seeing him face to face, being able to hold you. But.. this was better than nothing really.
"Okay.. I love you." He said, holding his breath as he waited for you to say it back.
You waited for what felt like ever, until your mind broke and more tears went down.
"I-i love you.." you said pitifully.
You two said your good-bye's and hung up, feeling a tightness in your chest as you tried to even your breathing, what the fuck were you doing? Did you want the GCPD and the fucking BATMAN to question you? Were you.. actually still in love with him?
You dissociated throughout your shift, making 'yep's and 'mhm's sound as realistic as possible for everyone. One of your co-workers, Kaitlyn, did not believe what you put on for the world, coming to you after you hung up your apron.
"Hey, what's going on?"
"Hm? Nothing?" You said, not looking at her.
She pressed close to you, hand on your shoulder as she rubbed it gently.
"You know I'm here for you. I uhm.. I'm guessing the Riddler guy killed someone you loved?" She questioned from the blue.
"No- no.. just.. someone lied to me about who they were.." you said, playing with the strings on your dress.
Kaitlyn nodded, "here's my number," she passed a receipt with her number, "i'm here for you, [y/n]. I care."
You took it with no words, leaving the place silent and quiet as if nothing was spoken. You still had Edward's old car, beaten up and some parts gone, but he let you borrow it when you had to go to work.. on that night.. not questioning why he won't take you like always.
The car starts up, as soon as it does, you feel more tears threaten to spill, nearly moving down a couple as you drive off with anger and pain in your heart.
Coming home felt empty like it did now. No happy parker waiting for you with kisses, no hugs. Just you. All here, cold and alone.
Maybe the visit could help you, could help him. But.. did you want to still be with him? You now knew what he would do with his free time, how he was brutal. But.. they were also corrupted people, who took from him and you (technically). You didn't know, and while thinking everything over, you felt nauseous and felt bile start to come up.
Running to the bathroom, throwing up everything, you heaved and heaved until everything was gone. Oh how pa- edward would hold your hair back and gently stroke you. He'd be so lovely.. oh god..
This won't be easy.
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You dragged your feet with each day, dreading to go to Arkham to see Him.
See how they treated him, his sorrowful eyes.. god, this wasn't going to be easy.
Maybe you should.. bribe the guards. To hug him, tell him you're here for him and you love him. But still, the sane part told you to leave him there to rot, to never touch you or love you again.
The bile began to rise again, quickly holding your stomach as you got off early that afternoon, running to the car and starting it.
It wasn't until when you tried to find the tylenol did you stumble on a photo.. of you two.
It was you, holding him by the cheeks with both hands, his face squished and blushing with a new years hat and sweater, your eyes closed and a dumb, happy smile plastered on your face.
You slumped in the car, locking the doors, as your eyes kept on the photo. He wasn't bad, to you at least. No man who hurted you would constantly apologize if he hurted you, if what he said was wrong to you. He loved you. You knew he had a rough upcoming, never going into details. But you knew now, as well as the whole city.
The drive there was tedious and long, hands shaking and skin so cold even with the heater blasting full.
It was winter time, barely snow but the frozen air could still be painful. But Edward always made sure.. you were warm.. oh god.
Getting to the Asylum, taking deep breaths, you pulled out what little cash you could get pulled, knowing this was in case things went okay. That you could see him in person to make him happy. Only if it went okay, you assured yourself. You had to stay strong for this, for you.
The cold air bit you harshly as you stepped out, walking towards the building.
Going inside, it felt.. inhuman. Not somewhere people belonged. Not where- no. Be sane.
"Hello," you said, voice cracking as you cleared your throat.
The lady looked up to you, eyes dead as she looked back down to her phone, "who are we seeing today."
"E-Edward Nashton." You said, breathy as you played with your fingers, cuticles to be exact. You began to bleed a tad.
The lady glanced back up at you, a very questionable look, and before you could think, your hand instinctively reached for the hundred you kept, sliding it under the glass as you looked at her.
"Please. This is.. needed." You said with desperation in your voice.
The lady quickly grabbed the money, looking at you with a more questionable look than anyone in your life has given you. But it didn't matter, you just.. needed to see Him. For answers, for.. anything at this rate.
The guards got you when the lady called them, saying that it's 'for a situation', keywording around the system to prevent anyone else knowing. Jesus, maybe Edward had a point, evrrythings corrupt. Even when it's supposed to help you.
The long walk to his cell was.. scary. The walls held no personality other than harm and hate. The screams and laughter from other inmates when you came in only made your skin crawl. God, if he could hold you right now.
"Nashton," the guard hit his cell door with a bat, disturbing him from his book as he glanced back at the guards with irritation. "You got a visitor," he said, moving out of the way from you.
To him, you looked.. sick. Eyes were dead than what they normally were, happy and lovely, but.. you didn't seem you. Not anymore. Not who he fell in love with, who viewed the world with such high care, now it seemed to only die. And it was his fault. And god, if he could go back and just tell you. Tell you what he was doing, who he truly was. What his purpose was.
You gave a nervous wave, when the guard gripped your shoulder tightly, bending down to whisper in your ear, "be careful. Hes hurt plenty of people here already, with his sick friend."
You nodded before he patted your shoulder, "you got an hour before a nurse comes and gets him, have fun."
You nodded again, words leaving your throat, "thank you."
You stepped in, immediately hearing the doors close to his cell, now you were locked in. For an hour.
Panic and fear began to seep in as he got close to you, gently trying to find where the boundaries were.
He never had to worry about that with you, not.. until now.
"Angel.." he said, breathlessly, as he hugged you tightly, hands grasping at your sweater as he sobbed.
You hugged him back, probably not as tight as him, but tears still went down your face. To feel him again, to hear him.. oh god, did you miss this. Miss him.
You finally caved in, the sick part of you, taking over as you cradled him and held him with such gentleness. As if he never blew up gothams sea walls, didnt kill the mayor, the DA.
No words were spoken, just his gentle sobs and your breathing.
That was, until you spoke first.
"Why did you lie to me?" You said, so broken and sad.
He looked up, glasses fogged and had tears on them, he sucked in his lip as he tried to speak.
"It's- i- i just.. it was too much, you weren't supposed to be in my life. I was alone for so long.. I didn't, I didn't think anyone would care for me. Then it- it got too much, then you.. i.. fuck."
He breathed, looking at you.
"God, i'm so sorry angel, i'm so sorry. You didnt- you don't- i-" he said but couldn't finish as you shushed him.
"Parker- ed.. ward. I wouldn't have left you. I would have.. I don't know. I don't know! But.. i can't.. you can't lie to me." You said, stern as much as you could be.
He nodded.
"You said.. you hated liars, don't be one with me." You said, gripping his jaw, not too rough but enough to enforce what you were saying.
He nodded furiously, tears still spilling down.
"I'll tell you everything, no matter what. I'll tell you. No more lies." He sounded pathetic nearly, begging as if you were to kill him.
You softened, you finally smiled at him! Your wonderful smile.. god it did things to him.
He felt your fingers drop from his jaw, but cup his face with such gentleness he loved ever so. How your hands were so warm and loving.
You looked at him softly, the tesrs were still there, but that love stare.. god. It was.. godly.
"Are you still going to leave me like he did?" He asked, broken and scared.
You sighed.
"I won't lie.. I don't know. This is too much for me, but.. I can't leave you. You mean so much to me, edward." He smiled at that, how sick it made him feel but he loved it.
Enough to lean in and kiss your soft lips, how dry they were but still made him melt so bad. He tasted of stale coffee, hospital food, and toothpaste, but it was still him. It made you still for a second, making Edward regret it as he pulled back.
But you only grabbed his arms and pulled him in close to you, arms wrapped around his body as he tried to deepen the kiss.
You pulled back a tad, the movement breaking his heart as he gave you a worried look.
"What-"
"Not.. now. I just.. we gotta start at square one again. Know each other more, y'know eddie?"
He nodded slowly, part of him was.. angry. That you suddenly didn't want this now. But he knew, he knew he messed up. These were his consequences.
Instead, you got up, grabbing his hand as you met him towards the sorry excuse they had for a bed, letting him sit down and rest his head on you.
It was all quiet, but it felt nice. Edward played with your fingers, noticing the dried blood on you cuticle, rubbing it gently.
"What happened..?" He gently asked, looking up at you.
"I got nervous getting here honestly.. afraid about what would happen."
"What would.. what?" He asked, eyes full of curiosity and fear.
"Incase.. we didn't work out. This, did not work."
"Why wouldnt it?"
You sighed, running your hand through your hair.
"Because.. i don't know if i'm ready to throw away my life yet. What you did.. i know why, and i can't blame you, but.. what if i was thrown in arkham-"
"I wouldn't let that happen. Not to you." He sternly said, looking at you.
Now was his turn to be honest.
"I'd still love you even if I did turn to crime, even when, yknow, it isn't, but you get it right?"
You couldn't help the giggles that escaped, god how adorable he was.
"I know, baby."
The word, 'baby', melted his heart to a puddle, a love struck a smile on his face.
"I love you, angel." He said, still looking at you as he pushed a stray of hair from your face.
"I love you, too." You said, kissing his nose and hearing his cute whine made you melt badly.
Thinking now, with him, you really couldn't leave him. He meant more than what you had known, seeing him happy in a place like this.. not when he needed you. Wanted you.
Like no one else had.
The guard suddenly came towards the door, tapping it lightly, guessing it was from the idea that you two mightve had sexual ideas for the time.
"Time's up!" He said, unlocking the door.
You saw Edward's face contort to sadness and anger, anger you guessed from the guard taking you away from him. You quickly gave him a kiss on his nose, getting up and doing your clothes right again.
"Ill see you soon, okay?" You said, bending over and looking at his gentle green eyes.
He nodded, a loopy smile on him as he sighed.
"I'll count the days, till then." He promised, watching you kiss his cheek before leaving with the man.
It was some time when it went quiet, the eeriness making Edward's skin crawl, before his new friend chirped in.
"Guess your girl finally sees who you are, huh?" He said.
"Yeah," he said, with a smile on his face still, "she's sure something. I can't wait to see her again."
"Be careful, ed," he said, tuting, "some people have different motives, even when we love 'em."
He scrunched his face, no way were you like that.
"It's not- no. She's not like that." He said.
"Just be careful, friend."
Even with the warning his friend gave him, you still stuck on his mind. The gentle kiss, your love. God it helped him. More than you could think.
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