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my sweetest friend (one shot)
dark!ed nygma x reader: And then one day, he got it. He finally got it. If he couldn’t earn admiration in the way he wanted, in the way he deserved, the most obvious course of action was to demand it. To take it. To steal it. By any means necessary.
warnings: stalking, kidnapping, violence, non-con themes. minors DNI.
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There is a threshold for pain. Chronic or acute, it doesn’t matter.
Everybody has their limits.
Ed knew this better than anyone. He was always made very aware of his limitations, for as long as he could remember. In spite of his intellect (and sometimes even because of it), he felt like an alien all his life. To understand people and to simultaneously be so disconnected from them was a confusing way to live. He was clever obviously, but too awkward to fully embody it, to carry that sharpness. Handsome in his own estimation, but not enough to distract from his quirks. Cheerful and friendly, but a massive pushover. A punching bag. A coward.
Pathetic.
Long before all of this, deep down he knew that he had to make some changes if he wanted to be happy. He had to stand up for himself.
But here was the kicker: it seemed like the more he tried to tap into his strengths, the more disdain people had for him. Now that he presented himself differently, viewed himself differently—now that he stopped underselling and underestimating himself, now that he embraced who he truly was—people seemed to despise him even more. But he wasn’t just an annoying little fly buzzing around in the periphery now. No. Not this Ed. Not anymore.
Now people saw him as more of a rattlesnake than a fly. The idea really did amuse him. So he robbed a few banks and made a couple of bomb threats. Big deal. If only all these moronic locals that saw him on the news knew what he was like before The Riddler started coming around. He supposed it was better this way, though. Being maligned felt a lot more empowering than being mistreated.
Not to mention, he had you now.
But he was also losing you. This was not unlike before, and yet it was also radically different. This situation with you...it was quite the conundrum. Confusing. Confounding.
Infuriating.
Before he kidnapped you, he had you in a different way. He had your friendship. He had your support. He had your love and attention. He had your adoration and affection, even if it was strictly platonic. But that was just it. Year after year, your relationship began as and would continue to remain platonic. He rolled his eyes at the thought, just as he’d done so many times before. Friends. You used to say it all the time.
“I’m so glad we’re friends, Eddie.”
Bittersweet was the most fitting word for it. A warm hug followed by a killer punch to the gut. Ed loved that you made it a point to include him in your life (and more importantly, that you showed interest in his). But he didn’t want to be your friend. He never wanted to be your friend. Still, you were there. He may not have had you in the way he truly wanted, but you genuinely cared about him. For a while, that was enough.
But again, everybody has their limits.
“I can be cracked. I can be made. I can be told. I can be played. What am I?” he mumbled to himself, fumbling around with the glow-in-the-dark rubik's cube you had gotten him for his birthday all those years ago. He could recall solving it in a matter of minutes back then, but now for whatever reason he was struggling to piece it together. This was also infuriating. He blamed it on his nerves. The past few days had been nothing if not nerve wracking.
He turned to stare out the window, trying his best to quietly kill time as he waited for you to wake up. It was the one window in the house big enough for him to sit comfortably along the window seat. The others were way too small to accommodate his height. Rain pelted down against the windowpane in thick sheets, blurring the gloomy image of the city down below.
Ed wasn’t completely void of empathy. He understood why you were upset with him for not letting you go outside. But it was kind of funny, really. You weren’t missing out on much.
Well, that wasn’t technically true. It was Gotham. There was always some madness going on.
Nothing safe or enjoyable, though.
As the years dragged on, Ed’s resentment grew. “I must just have a punchable face,” he would say, given how he managed to alienate most everyone in his life. His strangeness became particularly evident when he got his first (and last) job working in forensics. His coworkers at the GCPD were about as fond of his riddles and sparkling personality as his classmates had been growing up. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Was it really so hard to give credit where credit was due? Was it really that difficult to show a little appreciation to someone that proved to be so useful, to give somebody a bit of positive reinforcement or encouragement every once in a while? Was he really that unlikable?
And then one day, he got it. He finally got it.
If he couldn’t earn admiration in the way he wanted, in the way he deserved, the most obvious course of action was to demand it. To take it. To steal it. By any means necessary.
That resentment continued to grow, but not only towards his coworkers. As ashamed as he was to admit it, he also began to resent you. Yes, you. The only person who once upon a time, supplied him the steady stream of the validation he had been so desperately pining for.
His anger towards you was really pretty simple in its origins. You didn’t view him as an option romantically. You hadn’t even thought about it. He could see it. And in Ed's eyes, this was completely ridiculous.
It was just so illogical. He was clearly the best option for you. He was the option. Why wouldn’t he be irked by you for failing to recognize something so blatantly obvious? You were so much smarter than that.
But looking at you now—bruised and battered, tied up tight in his bed—he was becoming increasingly aware of the pain his faults and limitations had caused. Not only to him, but to others as well.
He still had you, but only in proximity. In possession. He didn't really have you. Not mentally, not emotionally. He didn’t have your heart anymore. Not even as a friend.
Although he promised himself he wouldn’t, he was beginning to slowly force his affection on you. Perhaps that was what kicked this all off in the first place. Tying you up and cuddling you, kissing you, playing with your hair, “accidentally” groping you. Admonishing you with the threat of withholding basic necessities if you ignored or upset him. Screaming at you, taunting you, slapping you in the face when you refused to say or do what he wanted. Just a few hours prior, he had done all of the above.
“You think I want to do this? You think I want to hurt you, that I’m some horrible monster?” he mocked, his voice cracking. He felt like he was jumping out of his skin, shaking from the adrenaline as he trapped you underneath him.
As angry as he was, he still hated seeing you so distressed. "Distressed" was putting it pretty mildly, actually.
Petrified. You were petrified. And it made him sick to his stomach.
He had seen you upset dozens of times before, but it was an entirely new feeling knowing he had been the cause. Equal parts powerful and devastating. Was it sick that a tiny part of him liked that he could affect you emotionally on that level?
It made him a little afraid of himself.
“Please say it. Please say it. I don’t care if you cry while you say it, just say it!"
This had been a lie, of course. He did care when you cried, which you did an awful lot of lately. He cared very much. You never smiled at him anymore. Not once since he brought you home.
Not once.
He clamped his eyes shut, willing his mind to go blank, to shake the memory away like an etch-a-sketch. His own words echoed around in his head, punctuated by multiple slaps to your face.
“Just tell me you love me and I’ll stop. Tell me you love me and I’ll stop!”
He hit you six more times before he finally gave up and collapsed on top of you. There was a moment of silence as you both caught your breath. And then finally, finally you spoke.
But it wasn’t exactly what he wanted to hear.
Your voice was strained from crying so hard. “I trusted you.”
Ed realized he had lost a little piece of himself that night. He thought he already arrived there long ago, but he was wrong. He had finally, finally reached his threshold. Evidently, so had you.
You cried together. He wondered if the pit in his stomach would ever go away after that.
“A joke.”
"Jesus Christ!" Ed jumped and knocked his head against the wall, nearly dropping the rubik’s cube in the process. He turned to face you, all dark circles and glassy eyes. Your voice had come out just as raspy as it was the other night, only this time it was due to a deep and much needed sleep. “You startled me.”
“A joke,” you repeated.
His brow furrowed, confused.
“I can be cracked, I can…I don’t know,” you sighed. “Your riddle.”
His heart swelled. You were willing to indulge him, even after all of that?
So he did have you.
He smiled, an earnest, warm little smile. “Correct.”
Oh, how correct you were. A joke. The universe was playing a joke on him, and a very cruel one at that. You hated him, and yet some small part of you still loved him. Not to mention, you owed him. He had been single handedly taking care of you for weeks now. So what if you were tied up in his bed? What did that mean in the grand scheme of things, so long as you two were together?
“Well, sleepyhead,” he cleared his throat, trying his best to appear composed. He stood from his spot along the window seat and began slowly walking towards you, setting the rubik’s cube on the bedside table. “Are you ready to talk?”
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“The less of me you have, the more I am worth. Treat me with care, as I will you, and both of us will share our time on earth. What am I?”
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chapter 1: perv
summary: When a new serial killer prowls the streets of Gotham and murders politicians in Gotham, Batman is forced into unraveling the city's dark secrets. Only, he didn't expect to team up with you. What an unlikely duo...
pairing: Batman x Reader
word count: 2k
warning: spoilers for The Batman (2022)
note: no use of (y/n) and enjoy!
Sonata in Darkness: ... [2]
“Thursday, October thirty-first…
The streets are crowded for the holiday, but hiding in the chaos… is the element. Waiting to strike at the decent… the vulnerable…
But I’m there too. Watching.
Two years of nights have turned me into a nocturnal animal. It’s a big city, I can’t be everywhere… but they don’t know that.
We have a signal now. When that light hits the sky, it’s not just a call… It’s a warning.
Fear is a tool.
They think I’m hiding in the shadows…
But I am the shadows.
I am vengeance.”
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“Watch where you’re going, pipsqueak.”
The man who backed into you spat, grumbling as he stumbled away. Sighing, you rolled your eyes but kept your composure and continued on your way with a covered tray in your hands. Luckily the bastard didn’t make you drop it.
The dim club obscured most features of a person, but the colorful lights revealed everything with a flash or blink. You were dolled up in your work attire: glamorous makeup, a slutty dress, heels, the whole works. Men and women alike found you irresistible—a real catch.
You approached the table with a friendly smile as you set the tray down and revealed its contents: drops. The partiers cheered and clamored to get their hands on the drugs presented before them. With a wink you left the group, all while ignoring the stares and occasional whistles. Slipping behind the bar you saw the bartender waving to get your attention.
“What’s up?”
“Drops. Mr. Cobblepot wants these—“ He pointed to another tray, this time with a thick envelope and a fresh drink, “—delivered to him upstairs.”
“Sure thing,” you said as you gathered the item and sauntered out of the underground club. The almost calming blue light of the 44 Below was immediately erased by the harsh, flashing red lights of the club upstairs. If you weren’t so used to it, it would have given you a headache. You were almost there when suddenly-
“Selina?”
“Oh hey, my little mouse, haven’t seen you all night,” Selina purred with a smile. “Where’re ya off to?”
“Oz. He requested some samples from below.”
She hummed in understanding. “Want me to come with? I’m not doing much.”
“Yes, please.”
Your night just got slightly better. Selina was a friend of yours—your best friend, actually. You guys were sharing an apartment at the moment to save on some cash, but you didn’t mind. The only thing that drove you a little crazy was that she’d seemingly turn up with a new stray cat almost every few days. As long as they didn’t start stinking up the apartment, you didn’t really care. At least they were cute.
You guys linked arms and laughed as you made your way past the crowd and to his office, heels clicking on the cold metal floor. Selina took the tray from you to hold it herself—how sweet. Getting closer to his office, you could hear men talking in low tones. Making your way inside, the men silenced themselves. Oz was sitting on his couch while a man clad in a black suit stood in front of him. He looked very… menacing as he stared you and Selina down.
“Hey, it’s okay, baby,” Oz thankfully interrupted. “Mr. Vengeance don’t bite.”
Recognizing the man as the one and only caped crusader did not calm your nerves in the slightest. ‘The Batman’ was only a slightly new figure in Gotham, known for taking justice into his own hands—his reasons unknown. ‘Maybe he flunked out of the Police academy,’ you had thought humorously at one point. Figuring it was only a matter of time before he tried to involve himself in Penguin’s business, it was still surprising to see him in your boss’ office.
He was still staring at you—no—into you. His harsh blue eyes never wavered from yours, even as your friend gave him a pointed look and delivered the tray to Oz. He finally looked away when he heard Oz ruffling through the money in the envelope and setting a stash of drops on the tray. As Selina set down the drink onto the table, you too had looked away from the dark man, and your eyes fell onto the photograph before her. It was Annika being escorted by Mayor Mitchel, no doubt, but you could also make out you, Selina, and Oz standing behind the couple talking. Selina gave you a look.
“Thank you, honey,” Oz said, breaking you out of your spell. You smiled hesitantly and turned to leave, daring to look back at the black crusader, but he was already looking your way. Linking arms with Selina again, you hastily made your way out of there and back into the main club area. Before you could though, she yanked you back and pressed herself against the nearby wall, urging you to do the same.
“That was Anni.”
“Yeah, I saw. Why’d he have a picture of her?”
“I’m not sure,” Selina said. “But it can’t be good. Shh, now listen.”
You couldn’t see what your friend saw, but suddenly she gave a sharp turn and started rushing away.
“Go, we have to leave. He saw us.”
An indescribable feeling swelled inside you, but you obediently slinked away after her. After grabbing your belongings and coats from the locker rooms, Selina grabbed your hand and led the way outside.
“Taxi!”
However, it wasn’t long after when you clambered in the backseat of the car that Selina got a phone call. “Hey, it’s me. What’samatter, baby? Slow down, I can’t—on the news? No, wait for us, we’re on our way home. We’re gonna get the hell out of here, I promise…if we have to go sooner, we’ll go tonight!” Selina gave you an uneasy look. “Look, sweetie, we’re just a block away, I‘ll be there soon. Love you.”
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The rain pelted against the man’s back as he peered into some windows with his binoculars atop a nearby building. A woman with short, blonde hair was a wreck and sobbing at the TV. Not long after, two more women, the very same he saw earlier in the club, rushed in to comfort. The dark haired one stayed behind to reassure her as he watched you slip into the back rooms to pull out a bodysuit. You looked around, paranoid in your own home but saw nothing, so you hastily shimmied out of your club dress and into your new apparel–a catsuit. The man moved to get a better look; his eyes lingered a little too long before jumping back to the two other women. By the time you finished getting dressed, the other woman he saw you with was gearing up and you two were sliding out the window. The now-pixie haired woman flipped over the railing and onto the ground while you slid down a nearby pole. Reaching the bottom, you made your way to the garage and hopped on a motorcycle that the woman was operating. The man rushed after the pair, worried that he’d lose them. Climbing onto his own bike, he pursued the women and gave chase.
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The rope was thin and light, but just sturdy enough to carry a person. Once your partner in crime made it down through the skylight, you tossed down the lock picking kit to her and lowered yourself down. It took some investigating, but after a while Selina ran her hands along a rather large painting and managed to find a button. Pressing it made the painting retract and allowed the safe to eject.
Silently working as one, you assembled the tool until it was completed and Selina could look through the scope. As she was deep in concentration, deciding to look around the room wouldn’t hurt. It was a nice, big office, only fit for a mayor. As your eyes wandered, you couldn’t help but notice a shadow flicker overhead. “Cat?” you whispered.
The split second it took to look over at her gave the shadow enough time to materialize just as Selina cracked the safe.
“You’re pretty good at that.”
Instantly your body went into fight mode. A flurry of kicks and spins forced the stranger to make space between you and the safe. As you were fighting, Selina rummaged through the iron box until she found what she was looking for—the passport. Interested in what was in her hand, the man made a bold move and grabbed your leg that was coming for him, twisting the appendage and throwing you away as he stalked after her. Leaping to your feet, Selina called out, “Catch!”
Smoothly catching the book and zipping it away in your front breast compartment, you joined your friend in attacking the assailant. With his back facing you, you jumped on top and wrapped your legs around his face, choking him between your thighs. His breath turned ragged and he wheezed frantically; his hands went straight to trying to get you off. In return, he took multiple blows from Selina from the front. Finding it almost impossible to knock you off first without dealing with your partner, he delivered a calculated punch that rendered her breathless before he flung her across the room. Gasping, he finally got a hold and heaved you over his head and onto a table. One of his hands immediately went to your throat to hold you down; your hands met with it at once. His grip was strong and unrestricted; it felt like he could kill you if he pressed down a little harder. Seeing the fight leave your body as your eyes bulged and glistened in fear, he took a moment to examine you. Your hands were still furiously pawing at the glove around your throat as you struggled to gasp for breath. He wouldn’t budge.
Giving you a glare as he drank in air, his gaze fixed themselves onto the front of your suit. Sliding his free hand down, he unzipped the breast pocket and fished out the little passport. He struggled as you fought for breath. His hand on your throat disappeared, leaving you gasping as you collapsed to the ground, body hunched over itself as you started a coughing fit. He flipped open the book.
He stood in front of you, panting, “Kosolov, Annika… He hurt her? That’s why you killed him?”
He gave you a while to respond. Rising to your feet and rubbing your neck, you choked out, “What? We didn’t kill anybody.” Selina rose to her feet.
A door creaked open just as you went to swipe the book in his hand. Effortlessly, he pulled you into his chest and spun around the corner, his hand covering the lower portion of your face. Panic swelled inside of you; was he going to choke you again? But the pressure remained consistently light as he shushed you, so you took the chance to take deep breaths to calm your racing heart. You could almost feel yourself melting into his embrace. Echoing footsteps slowly paraded around the room you had previously occupied—Selina must have hid. Thoughts trampled around in your mind until the sound of the door squeaking shut awakened you. You broke free from his grasp.
“Rat?” Selina whispered out as she crawled out of her hiding space. Whispering back, she slinked into the room.
“I swear, you’ve got the wrong idea, okay? We didn’t kill anybody-“
“He thinks we murdered someone?” Selina asked, even more pissed off at the accusation
“-We’re taking back what was stolen. Mayor Mitchel took it from her when all she’s trying to do is leave this dump of a city.”
“What does she know?” The Batman asked, face highlighted by the skylight from above.
“Whatever it is,” interjected Selina, “it’s got her so spooked she won’t even tell me.”
“She did seem upset.” Your eyes widened, ‘What?’
“Back at your place,” he continued. “Let’s go talk to her.” Meeting hesitant looks, he offered the passport back to your friend who gladly snatched it out of his hand.
Sneaking out of the apartment undetected, he followed behind to where your bike was—his was parked right beside it. Climbing onto the passenger seat of Selina’s bike, you called out to him. “Hey…how much did you see at our place?” His eyes darted to your figure but failed to meet your eyes before busying himself with his own bike. Was that…bashfulness?
“Perv.”
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Master of Shadows [1/?]
Fandom: DC (Nolanverse; Batman Comics)
Pairing: Bane x Fem! Reader
Summary: You are a tailor that works for Oswald Cobblepot, also known as the Penguin, who tasks you with making clothes for the abnormally large man who has recently arrived in Gotham, Bane. While working with Bane, you see an opportunity to escape the Penguin, something you have wanted for years, and if you play your cards right, you may just gain your freedom and bond with the handsome man in the mask along the way.
A/N: working on another series before finishing Prove Them Wrong is a terrible idea, but I haven’t been able to get this story out of my head. In later chapters I may attempt to write smut for the first time (chapters will be marked as such if there is smut included and I may add *s so people can skip over it, but I’m still undecided on that at the moment).
“Shit,” you swear under your breath as blood pools in a bubble on your skin, painting the finger you’d just pricked with a needle a warm red. You weave the needle into the fabric and leave it dangling before standing up to search for a bandage and curse the Penguin for the millionth time that day. You walk across the room to where the first-aid kit hangs on the wall from an old, rusty nail, take it down, and rifle through the supplies, tossing aside painkillers, tweezers, a thermometer, and sterile gloves, heart sinking as you realize you didn’t replenish the gauze and band-aids after the last time you’d accidentally hurt yourself. With a groan and much internal dread, you exit the room and descend the creaky wooden stairs to search for a band-aid.
At the bottom of the staircase, just as you’re about to dart into the bathroom down the hall to the right, the doorway to Oswald Cobblepot’s office swings open, revealing your boss, dwarfed as he stands beside someone you had never seen before. The first thing you notice about the unfamiliar person is how big they are; their arms are bulging with muscle and you could see his thigh muscles straining against his cargo pants. The second thing you notice about them was the mask covering the lower half of their face and the slight metallic hiss it seemed to make.
You’re about to tell your boss you’re only down here to get a band-aid, but he speaks first. “Aha! If it isn’t just the person I was hoping to see!” He beckons you over to his office and leads you to one of the plush velvet chairs in front of his desk before walking around to sit behind it. “Take a seat. You too, big man,” he says. The man he’d been standing with before you’d entered the room sat in the chair next to you, and the chair creaked with the effort of supporting him. “This is the tailor I was telling you about!” Cobblepot says, pointing to you with a wide smile. “She makes all my suits, which is why I’m the most dapper man around!” You immediately freeze in your seat. If Cobblepot is acting excited about anything other than a visit from his beloved Edward Nygma, it was most certainly bad news, and as much as you want to stay far away from whatever “it” is, it seems like you’re right in the middle of it.
“Y/N, meet Bane,” Cobblepot says with grandeur. You look at the man sitting next to you warily. “Bane only just arrived in Gotham last week, and as the king of this city, I like to know who the big players are, and I think this man is going to bring something new to Gotham that can benefit my circle of friends and colleagues greatly…well I suppose it would be more accurate to say he is going to remove something from Gotham.” Bane nods curtly and crosses his arms, clearly growing tired of the Penguin’s little speech. “Alright, so now to the point of you, little tailor. Well you see, Bane here is a large guy, he has some trouble finding comfortable clothes. So I need you to take his measurements and make a few things for him; I’ll let him specify what they are exactly.” Cobblepot stands and makes for the door to escort you and Bane out of his office, but you don’t move. “Y/N, don’t keep me waiting!” Cobblepot snaps.
Crossing your own arms as you rise from the chair, you take a step towards your boss. “Before I begin working on this…special project,” you start, eyes darting over to Bane before sliding back to Cobblepot. “I want to address the matter of compensation. Making clothes for Bane will require significantly more material as well as more time than your clothes do. With an increased cost of production, the pay should be higher, yes?” you ask, raising a brow as Cobblepot’s own eyebrows slant in anger.
“You are in no position to be making demands, you little-” he snaps before cutting himself off, remembering he has company.
“I also need more band-aids for the first aid kit,” you say, refusing to back down. Cobblepot nods and sends you a withering glare that tells you you’re going to regret opening your mouth before escorting you and Bane to the bottom of the stairwell you had descended not long ago.
“Go take his measurements and compile a list of anything you need that you don’t already have; I’ll have it picked up this evening. And remember my navy and purple suit with the yellow accents needs to be done for tomorrow evening’s function!”
“Yes, boss,” you sigh as he makes his way back into his office and you lead Bane up the stairs.
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“Stand here please,” you direct Bane as you grab a stepstool, measuring tape, notebook, and pen from around the room. “So, what will I be making for you?” you ask as you flip to a clean page of the notebook.
“The first thing I need is a coat,” he answers, and you take in the sound of his voice for the first time. It has a slight lilting quality but sounds menacing all the same, and the mask gives it a tinny undertone.
You nod and step onto the stool to begin measuring his muscled back over the tight black shirt he wears. “Can you tell me more about the kind of coat you want while I measure?” you ask, using his back to support the notepad as you write down his measurements. He looks over his shoulder at you, glancing down to where you’re writing, but he doesn’t comment.
“I care about functionality,” he starts. “It seems it can get quite cold here in the wintertime,” he continues, and you move around to his front side and ask him to hold his arms straight out to the sides and measure his chest. He looks down at you as you work, and you write down more measurements. Pulling the stool around, you kneel to measure his waist, listening as he finishes describing the coat he wants. You can’t help but notice his stomach is a bit softer than the rest of him, though there is still certainly muscle there, and it brings you a sense of comfort, reassuring you that the man you’re alone with is human. A very large, strong human who could probably kill you faster than you could blink, but human nonetheless.
You stand on the stool to measure his height; he’d mentioned wanting a bit of a longer coat, and just as you’re about to write the measurement down–using his body for support, which he had continued to say nothing about–the door bursts open and a man with reddish-brown hair and a five o’clock shadow shouts “Bane!” Your head snaps up, and you’re about to reprimand him for storming in when your weight tips the stool and you fall. You brace for the impact of the hard floor, but it never comes. Instead, you find yourself in Bane’s arms.
“Thanks,” you blush, and he nods as he sets you down.
“Barsad,” he says, turning to the man who had just stormed in. “I told you I would be out until after dark and not to disturb me. What is it?” Barsad looks between you and Bane, hesitating, but Bane waves him on.
“We have a date problem back at…well, you know. The woman bribed one of the guards, I suspect Ollie, and he let her go.” Your ears perk up at that as you continue to wind the measuring tape back around the round track you keep it on. “And the event is in an hour and a half.”
“Do you still have the dress?” Bane asks, glancing over at you.
“We do; it would be a bit difficult to transport,” Barsad explains. “What are you thinking, boss?”
“This one,” Bane says, nodding to you, is a tailor, so if we took her, she could make a few adjustments on the dress and she could stand in as the date.”
“Hold on,” you say, unable to stand by quietly despite your better judgement. “If I’m possibly going to some mystery event, I’d like to know what it is,” you say, crossing your arms.
“That is none of your concern,” the man, Barsad, says dismissively, about to continue speaking, when Bane holds a hand up and silences him.
“Under normal circumstances, I would agree with you, but this woman is someone we are doing business with, so we will play nice for the time being. And if she is to perform the part well, she should know what she will be doing.”
“I am right here!” you say, causing both men to look at you.
With a deep exhale, Barsad says, “I need someone to take as a plus one to a party tonight, a fancy one.”
You hesitate, wheels spinning in your mind. You know getting involved with whatever these men have going on is a bad idea, but you’re already employed by one of Gotham’s most notorious criminals, so you doubt it can really get much worse. Decision made, you speak up once more. “You wouldn’t happen to be talking about the party at Wayne Manor, would you?” you ask.
“Clever,” Bane says, but you get the feeling he is being condescending, so you send a glare his way. “But you are correct, that is the event.”
“Well…I have always wanted to see the inside of the place,” you admit. “And I’ve been dying to get out of this building for ages!” Bane looks at you in a way you can’t quite decipher, but you brush it aside.
“So it is settled,” Barsad says. “Now, about this dress we-” he starts.
“I think I have something that might be better than whatever the hell it is you have planned,” you say, cutting him off. “No offense, of course,” you add, looking him up and down and noting that his fashion sense isn’t as bad as you’d expected. You stride over to a closet in the back corner of the room, put in the code for the lock you keep on it, and open it, revealing a small collection of couture dresses fit for the finest galas in Gotham. You slide the dresses around, scooting hangers left and right, until you find the dress you were looking for. It is a silk and tulle grey floor-length dress with a fitted bodice that has a plunging v-neck and sheer long sleeves. At the waist, the dress flares out slightly, and there are both white and black pearls sewn into the dress at the waist. “How’s this for a dress?” you ask with a smirk, satisfied when both mens’ eyebrows shoot up and Barsad gives you a wide smile.
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Certain Dark Things Epilogue
WARNINGS: 18+ (minors dni!)
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When you regained consciousness, you did not recognize your surroundings. The white walls and sharp scent of rubbing alcohol were unnerving, and you wanted to flee at once.
When you tried to stand, though, you were stopped by a restraint on your wrist. Glancing down, you found you were handcuffed to the rail of the bed you now realized you were laying in.
“Welcome back.”
Your head jerked up at the gruff voice, eyes not focusing on the black mass before you.
“Am I dead?” you croaked out unthinkingly.
“No. You’re not.”
Blinking slowly, you realized who you were talking to as the brain fog began to clear.
“You’re him, aren’t you?”
Batman did not answer, but you needed no confirmation.
Glancing down, you yanked at the handcuffs, trying to free your wrists.
“Those are just a precaution.”
“Please take them off,” you beseeched him, hysteria edging into your voice. “I- he had me tied down so much I just- please let me out.”
After a moment’s pause, Batman stood and headed for the door. At first you panicked even more, fearful that he would leave you restrained.
Instead, he rapped twice at the door. Another man entered, one with glasses and a kind, if tired, face.
“Uncuff her,” Batman said to his companion.
Despite the commanding nature of his words, they came off more like a request than a demand. The other man hesitated and regarded you suspiciously.
“Can I trust you not to do anything stupid?” he asked, eyeing you over the top of his glasses.
I don’t suppose I have to remind you not to do anything stupid? Edward’s words echoed in your mind.
Wincing, you nodded rapidly. “Yes, just please get these off.”
He removed the cuffs, and you rubbed your wrists to chase away the phantom feeling.
“I’m Lieutenant James Gordon of the GCPD. I don’t suppose I have to introduce him,” he said, jerking his head toward Batman.
“No,” you replied. “I’m-”
“We already know who you are,” Gordon revealed, passing you a newspaper and pointing to a front page headline below the fold.
KIDNAPPED BY THE RIDDLER! MISSING WAITRESS FOUND
“Care to tell us what you were doing in the Riddler’s apartment?”
You furrowed your brows, glancing back up at the lieutenant.
“He kidnapped me,” you said slowly, pointing to the paper. “Aren’t you a detective?”
There was a brief flash of a quirked lip on Batman’s face, but it disappeared so quickly that you were sure you had imagined it.
“Your old coworkers at the diner said Edward Nashton was a friend of yours prior to your disappearance.”
“He was,” you ground out. “But that ended pretty quickly after he abducted me and kept me prisoner for months on end.”
Gordon raised his hands in surrender to show he meant no harm. “I’m just doing my due diligence. Nashton has a pretty sizable following. We’ve only managed to track down a few of his accomplices so far.”
Has. Present tense. Edward was alive.
Watching Gordon with guarded eyes, you spoke again. “He can be very charismatic. He convinced them all-” Your eyes widened with horror as you suddenly remembered Edward’s plan. “He’s going to blow up the sea wall! You have to stop him, there are vans parked all around the city perimeter-”
You sat up rapidly, but Gordon held out a hand to stop your warning.
“It already happened.”
Your heart dropped into your stomach. “Oh my god.”
Your vision began to swim, though you weren’t sure if it was from the tears now filling your eyes or the shock at the revelation that you were too late.
A firm, gloved hand reached out to steady you, while another held out a cup of water.
“Thank you,” you muttered to Batman after taking a long gulp. He gave an almost imperceptible nod in reply as he returned to his spot against the wall.
Gordon sighed, removing his glasses and running a hand over his exhausted face.
“You’ll need to give a statement eventually, but for now the doctors have cleared you to return home.”
“How-”
Just then, the door burst open. Marisol rushed into the room and flung her arms around you.
“Oh my god, you’re alive!” she sobbed gratefully, squeezing you with all her might. “I thought- I thought you-”
“I’m alright, Mari, but I’m gonna pass out if you don’t loosen up.”
Though she released you from her embrace, Marisol still kept her fingers wrapped around your arms. Her grip was tight, as if worried you might slip through her fingers and disappear again.
Just then, she caught sight of the two men in your room. Seemingly unfazed, she nodded to them.
“Lieutenant. Vengeance.”
“Miss Castillo,” Gordon nodded back to her. Batman remained silent. “I was just informing your friend here that the hospital is discharging her today.”
“Thank God for that,” Marisol muttered, giving you a concerned smile and rubbing your shoulder comfortingly. “It’ll be nice to sleep in your own bed for a change, right?”
You tensed up.
“Um, I… I actually don’t really want to be alone there right now. Edward had an apartment in that building too. I don’t know if any of his… fans knew about it.”
Gordon’s brows shot up as he and Batman shared a look. “That’s news to us.”
“That’s okay,” Marisol assured you quickly, distracting from Gordon’s words. “You can stay with me as long as you need. We’ll just stop by to get a few of your things.”
Turning to face the Lieutenant, she gave an assertive smile. “And I’m sure the GCPD would be more than happy to provide a police escort to ensure your safety.”
“More than happy,” he agreed with amusement. “So long as you point out Nashton’s apartment to us.”
Hesitantly, you nodded. “Alright. Sure.”
You exited the hospital with your motley entourage. The sun was hot on your skin despite the chill in the air.
Gordon led the group to his squad car. Seeing how you blanched at the cage partitioning the front and back seat, Gordon suggested you ride shotgun. That left Marisol and Batman in the back, and the whole car ride felt like the world’s strangest family road trip.
The drive from Gotham General Hospital was not an easy one. Most of the city was underwater, and Gordon had to switch routes every few streets to avoid the flooding.
Eventually, though, the car rolled to a stop in front of your apartment complex.
“You gonna be okay?” Gordon murmured lowly, though there was no privacy to be had in a car as small as this one.
“Yeah,” you replied softly, looking up at the looming building with trepidation.
Feeling like the head of a funeral procession, you led the three into the building and up the stairs.
Unable to even look at the door, you kept your eyes glued to the carpet as you gestured to Edward’s apartment.
“That’s his.”
While Batman and Gordon were occupied with entering Edward’s apartment (likely using some illicit methods, given that the door was most certainly locked), Marisol walked you down to yours.
When you reached the door, Marisol produced the spare set of keys you had given her when you first signed your lease.
“I knew you’d come back, so I kept them safe for you,” she explained, voice choked up with emotion as she handed them over.
Taking a steadying breath, you steeled yourself and pushed open the door. Stale air hit you as you entered, and you wrinkled your nose at the smell.
“Christ, you need to let some fresh air in here,” Marisol complained jokingly. “Do me a favor and open a window while you pack.”
Her jokes eased your tension, and you rolled your eyes. “Sure thing. Why don’t you do me a favor and empty out the fridge? I bet there’s a whole new ecosystem in there by now.”
She pulled a disgusted face but nodded. “Fine, but you only get a few freebies like this for being kidnapped.”
“You’re a saint,” you replied wryly before heading down the hall.
Your bedroom was just as you had left it, which you supposed was unsurprising. It wasn’t like Marisol would rearrange the furniture while you were gone.
You made a beeline for the window and pushed it open. Months of dust had accumulated on the ledge, and you wiped the grime off your hands and onto your hospital-provided scrubs.
Heading over to your closet, you dug through it until you found the large duffel bag you used for vacations. You lifted it up, about to place it on the edge of your bed.
As you did, you caught sight of something that made your breath catch.
Resting against your pillows was a green envelope with a pen-drawn heart scratched into the back.
You dropped the bag, all thoughts of packing having fled your mind, and slowly made your way over.
“You okay in there?” Marisol called from the living room, having heard the thump of the bag.
Your hands shook as you fearfully reached out to pick up the envelope. Slipping a finger under the edge, you peeled it open and pulled out the greeting card within.
The front was adorned with a cartoon cupid with hearts in the place of its eyes. Adrenaline pounding through your veins, you flicked open the card and let out a whimpering cry.
Hearing the noise, Marisol rushed into the room and found you sunk down against the wall, gasping sobs wracking your body as you stared at the card clutched in your trembling hand.
Unable to tear your eyes away, you read the message written in Edward’s uneven hand over and over again.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Don’t worry, angel
I’m coming back for you!
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omg here it is my first ever request: edward nashton x reader where reader lives next door to ed with her mom and stepdad and he can hear them fighting all the time. at first, he tries to mind his business until he runs into her in the stairwell while her parents are fighting again. maybe she even has a bruise and that triggers something inside him… maybe they grow mutually infatuated with each other? maybe she helps him with his riddler schemes? idk feel free to change it up how you see fit, i cant wait to see where you go with this!
Oh my! Hell yes dear bestie, and thanks for such an interesting, juicy ask!!♡ I'll do my best for your 1st request! This one is also a couple of firsts for me!I hope you enjoy this as much as I loved making it <3 Also thank you for your patience!!
Happy birthday my dearest friend ♡♡
Summary: Your life is living hell from time to time, until you start getting to know your peculiar neighbour who looks like a cute floruga, who kinda happens to not be one completely, but it seems like he makes your life heaven, or...doesn't he?
Warnings: Eddie with a god complex, descriptions of violence, angst, mature language, descriptions of murder, domestic violence, smut,dub con, masturbation, humilliation in sex, forced masturbation, non con fingering, manipulation, reader forced into submission and obedience, gaslighting, incel thinking and behaviour, misoginy.
Little FYI, in the parts were I narrate things from our dear Eddie's point of view, is how I think he would express and think things, not mine!! It counts for the reader as well.
AFAB reader with she/her pronouns!!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! This is a dark fic, please be wise and prudent.
Word count: 13k
Hell Also Has a Spectrum
You noticed how the sound of his footsteps stopped suddenly, your curiosity got the best of you, so you stared at him only to notice how he was already staring at you. This of course confused you, why would your neighbor just stand only to look at you? Until you remembered, the new bruise on your cheekbone was probably more evident than before. Then the memory of how it got there attacked your mind, how your parents were fighting, as usual, and how even though you were minding your own business they still managed to drag you into their fight again. Just that this time you decided not to stay quiet, not to let them drag you even more into their misery, toxicity and drama. You tried almost everything, from asking them calmly to let you out of all that, to begging them, to stupidly trying to make them calm themselves and reason, nothing worked and it only made things worse, so in your desperation you just screamed at both of them to stop all their crap and to get a fucking divorce instead of being assholes and making their lives and your own a living hell, that's more or less how it came out of your mouth. So of course your stepdad punched you on the face so hard that it threw you to the floor, dazed and pained crawling trying to make sense of what just happened, to later on literally kick you out of the house and yell you to come back only if you beg for their forgiveness as he calls you an insufrible miserable little brat while your mother allowed it and said that you deserved it, her words coming out like the poison they are and hurting you like so. The mere fast flashback almost made you throw up from the anxiety and anguish it brought. He had never done anything like this, he had threatened before, but never laid a finger on you.
You didn't give them the joy of knowing how bad this affected you, making you cry in silence, sitting on the edge of the stairwell that led to other floors, your calves and feet hanging, comforting yourself while doing your best to bring yourself to a calm state, something you've been good at for many years, and it took you some minutes, but unknown to how many there were. Then one of your coping mechanisims started acting, disassociating, daydreaming. But these happy dreams were interrupted not long after by the moment that brought you back to reality, your neighbour staring at you almost in well hidden shock.
He was planning on just walking off to his apartment, and to never think of your lovely face with such a horrible bruise marking it, but something in him just couldn't allow him to do that. He barely knew you, the only interactions you both had were kind and polite greetings whenever you bumped into each other, something you started, just being nice, but it was also something almost no one did ever.
—May I help you, sir?— you decide to ask, a bit weirded out by his intense stare, but curious at the same time
He got embarrassed once he realized of this little accident, then he looked at the door of your "home", the screams of your parents still so loud as usual, and then stared back at you again, he seemed nervous.
—Would you like some pumpkin pie?— he says softly with a shy smile
—Huh?—
—I just got some yesterday and it's really good...I'd like to share a slice or two with you— he explained, in a more normal volume for your to hear him.
—Sure...I'd like that too— you answered, a huge smile on your face now. He really is as nice and kind as he seems, you thought.
As you stood up, he was already on his door and looking for his keys in his pocket, oh he definitely was nervous and wasn't that good at hiding it.
His apartment was a bit of a mess but also a bit empty, like if he barely lived there.
He pulled you a chair and dragged it to the little table near his kitchen and offered you to sit to then later get into his kitchen so fast you couldn't even thank him properly for the seat, he already had disappeared from your view, so you just decided not to care much, and just sat, looking around his flat discretely while you waited. You did notice how even in the mess things were in "order" even though it all looked weird, probably it was ordered in his mind in a certain way «An organized mess, huh...» you thought to yourself, knowing you tend to to that from time to time as well.
Meanwhile your kind neighbour, was hiding and stalling in his kitchen, he just couldn't believe he had actually invited you over into his trashy apartment, and now it was expected that he'd talk to you, at least it's what he thought you expected, he doesn't have anything prepared in regards of what to say in these situations, specially in such a complicated and specific as this one. As he got the already cut in half pie he bought the day before, and prepared a plate, he was overthinking in what to say, how to start a casual conversation, he really sucked at this.
He finally came out after a while, with a plate with a slice of pie on it on one hand, and a cloth with ice inside it in his other hand, and left them both on the table
—Thanks— you say softly with a little smile on your face while looking at him as he sat on the other end of the table
—What's your name?— he asked a bit dryly due to his nervousnes.
He already knew it, it had been screamed numerous times by your infuriated mother and your crazy stepfather, but he wanted to pretend things weren't like that, to make you feel a bit normal and safe. So he smiled once you pronounced it, specially since he always thought it was a beautiful name.
—Well I hope you like it...the pie— stumbling a bit on his words while speaking, he started fidgeting with his fingers, a habit he's had since he was a child.
You cut a piece with the fork as you put the improvised ice pack against your cheekbone, and proceded to ear the desert. —It's delicious...thank you— you replied, a tear threatening to leave your eye, you needed this company and kindness more than you thought, realizing it almost tore you apart, it was nice for someone to finally take care of you somehow.
—What is your name?— you finally ask after a couple of minutes of pure silence.
—Edward...Edward Nashton—
—Edward...that's a cute name— your words coming out as whispered, almost as if talking to yourself, but there was the intention of him hearing you say the honest compliment.
The moment those words left your lips, dear Eddie almost choked on his own saliba, though he had the funniest and cutest expression of embarrassment on his now bright pink, almost fully red face. Against your want, you decided it was best not to tease the poor flustered man who looks like he's going to explode from the surprise your compliment gave him, so instead you just kept eating the delicious pumpkin pie, with a cheeky but really shy smile.
Edward's POV
What was that? Did you just make fun of him? Did you just give him a fake compliment?
«But why?! How could she make fun of my name?! I have been nothing but kind towards her!»
—Cute?— the bitterness he felt was expressed perfectly by his voice and tone.
His head turned and it made obvious that his stare we completely on you, and the more he looked at that beautiful face of yours, the more he convinced himself that that little "compliment" was a joke and a mock. You flattering him? HA! Yeah right, he wasn't falling for it.
—Well yeah...—you begin, your tone was relaxed and as if you were saying something obvious, but your eyes showed that hint of panic and nervousness. —I personally like your name, how it's pronounced, I like the sound of it— you finish explaining with a confused brow.
—It's just a name, and a common one— he replied, almost attacking you.
—Yeah, so? Gee man, whoever hurt you must be the scum of the Earth no doubt of that, but come on, take my honest compliment, you deserve it—
Now that is weird, he's in shock. What did you just say? He didn't know if he should be enraged or just stay confused, what could he even say to respond to such words?
What a strange and peculiar female you are. Almost like if you were a riddle yourself, now, that seems more interesting for him.
•••
He really is as weird as you thought, but you also understand life might not have been kind to him, judging by the reaction to your flattery.
—Dam, this pie really is good!— you say, knowing it would make it uncomfortable not to say anything after the state he now is in. —Where did you get it?—
—Huh?...Oh! From the store across the street— he sounded like if he was forced to come back to reality.
From there the conversation went smoothly and nicely, even though both of you weren't that good at socializing, there was something about him that made you do your very best to try. You figured how small talk didn't work on him, which was more than perfect for you as well.
Your mom and stepdad are long forgotten to you now, even with their still constant screaming with a couple of breaks. When Mr.Nashton accidentally started to rant why puzzles are good for the brain and what types of thinking they help to develop, you couldn't help but feel truly fascinated for the passion with which he spoke, how much he knows about the topic, and just how happy he looked, until he stopped to apologized for talking much, and even though you tried your best to reassure him that it was okay, he just kept quiet, but you decided to still ask him about one specific conondrum that you didn't quite understand. Your neighbour knew what you were doing, but no one had asked him to continue talking about his fixations or interests, and he couldn't say no to the cute face you put up for him.
A couple of months passed and he had adopted you somehow, since your mom and stepdad fought almost every single day, you ended at Edward's door every time, to the point that his apartment became more of a home for you than where you live at, your neighbour himself felt like a home to you. Yes he was a weirdo, filled with red flags and rare habits, and there was just something about him that didn't feel right, and as much as you tried to figure it out, you just couldn't, there were a lot of pieces missing, but you decided not to really care. It was nice to be with someone who listens to you and somehow and in his way cares. Also, it didn't take you long to aknowledge and admit to yourself that there was something strangely attractive in him and not only phisically speaking, at some point you found yourself wanting to make him laugh just so you could listen to his funny sweet giggles and see that cute smile. To add that after constantly talking to him and spending time together, even if he was doing things for his work or just couldn't pay much attention to you, he was opening more, bit by bit, taking his time and being extra careful with what he shares and says, that is obvious, but you don't mind it. Another thing you've noticed is how lately in the past two weeks you've seen him less and less, him giving you the excuse he's been working overtime, but honestly you just can't believe it, because he's also changed, like if he was slightly more confident of himself and more detached to reality than usual, dwelling too much on his thoughts to the point his body is almost the only thing left of him.
—Riddle me this...!— he started enthusiastically.
—No, Eddie! You always come up with the weirdest and most difficult riddles ever, don't torture me!— you "begged" playfully, but he did actually give you some pretty challenging riddles from time to time.
—Riddle me this...— he repeated —What does a liar do when he' dead?— he finally asked, though there was something in his voice that gave away that he really wanted you to answer this one, like if it was important somehow.
—Okay, first of all, that's a bit creepy...— you replied, and then hummed a bit as you think your answer, looking at the floor of his living room like if it had the answer. —Dam I don't know...—
—Come on, at least think—
—Hey, I am! Don't be mean!— you scolded with a cute pout. —He...lies still?— you answered with doubt after really thinking it through and remembering more or less how your friend's riddles were. You admit you ain't the best at these games, but therw is just something enjoyable about Eddie's puzzles and conondrums.
—Good...here's your reward— he praised, a bit proud of your answer. He hands you half a paper sheet as he stared at your face, as if studying and analyzing each and everyone of your expressions and facial movements.
—What's this?— Investigating and reading your reward you see how it has the same question but it had a couple of strange symbols bellow the question, and in the bottom of the page those symbols were there again, only in diffetent positions and there were more, different from the others. —What kind of reward is this, Eddie?—
Sweet and playful giggles come out of him —You tell me—
You are now truly and obviously confused.
—Just observe well, dear — he explains like if it was weird that you didn't get it, and then he just sat in front of his computer and started working on it, leaving you on purpose to solve yet another puzzle of his.
The symbols were cutious yet interesting to look at «Did he create these by himself? If he did...then he really might be a true genius...» you said to yourself, and then it suddenly came, the way some symbols were repeated on the bottom of the riddle, you connected them to your answer «So...it's his own alphabet?! Gee this guy really is something huh»
Grabbing the notebook Edward gave you for his games and challenges, you copied the symbols, all of them, and separated the letters you already had, immediately relating this to the hangman game, having only a few letters and guessing the rest until it gave you the answer, or at least an answer as closest as possible to the true message, though there were ten letters out of the twenty three «Well I guess it's enough...I mean I think it should be, if it weren't then Eddie would've put more, right? There is almost nothing he does withoutbreally thinking it through until it's perfect in his point of view».
At first you took a picture of the strange letters only, and searched them up in google images to see if you could be in luck and find something alike it, or even better, the strange alphabet itself, but unfortunately no matter how well taken the picture was, no resuslts were found, he really had created this. «Apparently there's no cheating in this one...again...a-fucking-gain!».
Since there was no other choice and you really wanted to solve this, you started by decoding the most common letters in the phrase, and you did quite a few variations until it all made sense, and from there, there was only the last step, completing it and writing it down on your friend's paper sheet.
"You are as smart as I thought"
Those words sounded in your head with his voice, making you blush. He thought of you that way before you solved this little puzzle, and he had enough faith in you to know you would solve it perfectly, he includes you into his little games and you beat him. This last fact made you feel chills running though your body, the sense of accomplishment it gave you had this effect.
Sooner than later you already found yourself standing up and going to Eddie's desk to show him your achievement. Bending over to hug him from behind while he was still sitting, working on his computer, slightly hiding the paper from him, you felt him tense a little under your touch. You raised your hand from his shoulder and showed him the paper, immediately taking it from your grasp, "accidentally" caressing your hand on the process.
—It did take you some time— he says sarcastically while looking at the paper sheet, just teasing you , but kind of not so much.—Well done! You really are as smart as I thought, dear— he finally said in a genuinely proud tone.
That little pet name he gave you, didn't come out as much, but whenever it did you knew it was special, making your heart skip a beat every time it came out of him.
—And you are a lot more creative than I thought, Eddie! This is truly amazing!— you replied honestly, hugging him a little tighter, squeezing your cheek against his. —Creating your own alphabet! It's amazing!—
—Wait, how do you know I made it?— he asked, suspecting that you tried cheating.
—Well...I guess, it's you we're talking about! Of course you had to have your own alphabet! You're all about being original and doing things your own way, and all of those things of the sort, you even create your own riddles! Plus, I do think you're smart enough to create your own alphabet, darling!— it was true, but still of course you weren't going to guve yourself away and admiting to your little and poor attempt at cheating.
Once you finished he turned his head to look at you, with his eyes almost completely closed, making very obvious he was suspicious of you. Though he was also doing his very best for his face not to end like a tomato in color, both your visages were so so close, the temptation and consuming desire of his to just get even closer to kiss your precious lips, the only ones he desires.
—What? Don't you believe me, Eddie darling?— you faked a sad tone and made a little pout, exactly what you knew could make oh dear Eddie melt and fold.
—Fine...you didn't cheat, how could you?— he said again sarcastically, and ended with a deep sigh.
Suddently and interrupting the moment, your phone's alarm went off, you grabbed it from your pocket, but still holding Edward with one of your arms, and deactivated the alarm. —Shit...It's already late. I'm sorry Eddie, but I have to go, I don't wanna beg to get into my own home yet again, to that asshole, so I'll just get going— you told him, just as you do every time when it's the hour to go. —Thanks for having me today and for letting me play another one of your games!— that honest acknowledgment ended with a deep kiss on his cheek, but was crudely cut by you releasing him from your hug and finally leaving with a —See you tomorrow!—.
Once you left completely and shut the door right behind you, Edward was still in his seat, staring blankly at his computer but without paying attention to whatever there was on it, in shock by what you just did, you've never kissed him before, there were barely hugs and that only because he wasn't that used to physical touch and it was just so rare and strange for him, it took time for him to really allow you to do so every once in a while. But this kiss, quick but sweet, it felt like heaven to him, the moment just replayed in his head, almost like if he wss figuring out if it had really happened or if it was just another one of his vivid daydreams, another one of his fantasies, but his logical mind kept telling him that it wasn't, this was real, just as real as the pain he's felt through all his life, and the struggles that have always had accompanied him.
His stare went to the little game on paper he had given you, he took it and admired it with a little smirk on his face, now his mind was somewhere else.
—Yes...she could be...— he agreed with himself outloud, his thoughts were making dangerous connections and plans, but he, in his mind, contemplated they were good and could be taken into action.
You were sitting on your couch, in your home, looking desperately for something. Your parents left to go on a date with each other to make up for whatever fight they had about last night. So after finally being able to clean your house peaceably you invited your dear friend over, and he accepted, which was a miracle since he's been so busy and absent lately you don't see him as much anymore.
—Where the fuck is that thing?— you couldn't help thinking outloud due to your frustation.
—What are you looking for?— Eddie sounds almost amused by your present state.
—The dam remote! I seriously don't understand how my sorry excuse of a stepdad leaves the tv on and with that crap channel all the dam time!—
Edward found the control remote before you and turned the tv off
—Thank you!— you exclaim relieved and end with a deep sigh.
—Why do you hate it so much, darling?—
He was getting more and more confident with the pet names, and of course you're not complaining .
—Are you kidding? The oh so goodie goodie Gotham mayor and politicians talking crap and lies all the dam time and selling them like truths, and the worst part is that people actually believe their bs, like for example my pathetic and sorry excuse of a living being that is my stepdad!—
—How...how do you know all they talk are lies? Do you know the truths behind those?— he asks, his tonw suddenly serious and difficukt to decipher the emotions and hints of thought behind them.
—Well...It's obvious, how many journalists have been disappeared or threatened with their and their families life and safety? How many tv shows and channels and entire newspapers, and comedians have been suddenly canceled and just gone for telling the truth? Why do so many news channels present scandals and "news" of the entertainment world are shown instead of the real crisis and the truly worrying things happening around the globe and even our own cities? Just to cover up that they're criminals themselves and that they protect and are of service to other criminals! Jesus! They're the guys that Batman should be taking care off the most!— there was obvious anger in your voice, not being able to hold these strong opinions any longer just made you explode, you were always forced to keep your mouth shut toward this topic since you knew it's problematic to not do so, specially surrounded by people who believed the lies media gave.
He stood next to you and looked down, staring at your face as if analyizing it, something you've become used to by now.
—Do you sometimes feel like if there was something you could do about it?— he was serious, but also maskong whatever other feelings or hints of thought there were behind his question.
—Well yeah...I mean I wish I could do something, but I have family and people I care about, and, surprisingly, I do wanna keep living and with no problems—
His hand went towards your face to stoke your cheek softly while studying your eyes, like if searching the most minimal lie in these, but he didn't find any. Your heart beat rising and your face blushing as concequence of his most recent actions.
—There is always a way to get things done, dear—
—What do you mean?—
—Exactly what I just said...—
His hand left your face and then he proceded to stare at the window, like if nothing had happened
«WHAT THE HELL DUDE?! First he does that little stunt on me and he says that weird shit and then he acts this way! And he didn't even kiss me nor did he at least explain what he really meant?! The fuck!» you thought again frustrated, it's impossible to express how much you've longed for his sweet lips for various things.
—Hey your mom needs you to go to the store— he said simply as he passed you your phone after it recieving a note.
—Huh? What?— you say as if coming back to Earth from your thoughts. —Oh...okay, I'll go now, it'll be quick, if you want you can stay here, I won't be long!— you say checking your phone and standing up.
—Sure, I'll stay—
You give him a quick kiss on his cheek for the first time after the other one you gave him in his flat, and left.
Edward's POV
As soon as your frame walked past the door, he started to roam around your place, even after all these months of knowing you, it's his first time here. He always imagined this place as an absolute mess, even worse than his in the flat next to yours, but just because of your parents, and it kinda was, but you did a very good job cleaning it. As you should like a good girl.
Once he located your room, which wasn't that difficult, he let himself in without thinking twice. It was a bit messy not even your bed was made, but it wasn't that bad, he touched some of the things while looking, and leaving then in the exact position as they were before. He finally layed on your bed, stomach down, as he smelled your pillows and moaning at your scent, no fragances nor perfumes, just your smell and your shampoo's. He inhaled as much as he could of it, like a drug, and it was for him. He sighed while calling out your name in a whisper, feeling a slight uncomfort within his pants, like if they were tighter, his breathing became uneasy and his mind was suddenly being attacked by those fantasies he had every night after a long day. He couldn't think straight anymore, he just acted, quickly going through your dirty clothes and finding a pair of your panties, and bringing it to his face, inhaling deeply again, as he stroked his clothed hard on, gaining another moan from him, laying now on his back but his head turned so he could never stop inhaling your scent from your pillows. He regreted not breaking into your room before wishing he hadn't been so busy with his life and the secret one.
The recent memory of you sitting on your couch while he stroke your cheek as you looked up to him, opening your eyes wide in surprise, and your slightly parted lips, judging by the natural movements of your chest your breathing was uneasy, it all repeated in his mind like if it was happening now. He unbuckels his belt and pants, freeing his deviously strained cock, spitting on his hand and putting the wet spot on the tip of his dick, letting his saliba slide slowly through his length. Fantasizing about how instead of turning around and looking through the window, he'd forced you to make him hard through his clothes with your hands, or by rubbing your cheeks and lips against him, to later then make you choke on his length, with tears running through your cheeks unitl they met your chin.
He really wanted to enjoy this time he had in your room with your things with your smell and escence, so he started teasing himself, slowly to the point it was painful and made him desperate, whimpering and panting pathetically, grunting once he allowed himself to fuck his fist properly.
So close to his high, with drops of precum mixed with his spit, moving his hips slowly, he heard steps coming from were the main door area and the sound of keys. Adrenaline and panic filled his veins making him stand up faster than he's ever done, hiding his hard on in his clothes and buckling his belt, accomodating your sheets and pillows as best as possible as how he more or less remembered they were before he did anything, then he ran quietly to the living room where you left him, putting your dirty panties on his jacket's pocket and pulled out his phone to pretend he was doing something normal.
You opened the door with a bit of the struggle, with all the things on your arms and battling with your keys —Hey man, I'm back!— you announced as if it wasn't obvious.
He went immediately to help you with the grocieries. —Wow...that really was fast!— he said trying to hide his persistent panic.
—Yup, I told you!— you say while closing and locking your door. —Hey, Ed, you okay?—
—Uh...sure, why do you ask?— he answers nervously, afraid that he was being more obvious than he thought.
—Well...you just look a bit spoked or something, you sure you're fine?— the concern in your voice was genuine.
—Yeah, it's just that I got a message from work that my most recent paperwork had an error, and I'll have to go in later to check it— he has always been good at giving believable excuses and lies, so this time wasn't an exception.
—Oh I see...so, do you have to go now or will I have you for a little more time?—
—It's better I go now, or else I'll come back home a lot later— he said with regret, as much as he would like to spend more time with you, he does have a lot to work on and hiding his little "accident" is becoming more difficult.
—Aw that's not fair! You barely got here!— you complain but not in a completely serious manner. You proceded to wrap your arms around his nape and gave him another kiss on his cheek. —You have a good day and I hope things turn out well for you, Eddie dear!—
—Yeah...thank you— he says with a small voice, struggling to look at your eyes, but slowly hugging you back and stopping once he realized this would be a horrible mistake, so his hands just held your waist. —I really have to go— his voice sounded like if he was choking, like if air was barely going through his lungs. Finally he just released you from his grasp, as you had to do the same since he was already moving towards the door to leave.
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«I really messed up this time right?...Did I go to far? No! How can that be, it's not the first time I've kissed or hugged him like this. But then, what was it? Maybe he just didn't like the combination...gosh I was so stupid! How could I ever even dare to something like that!! How could I be so impulsive? No, no, NO!! I cannot lose him! But how am I gonna fix this shitty mess I just created?!» you scold yourself, in regret. You feel a void in your chest, the worry the thought of you making him feel weird or uncomfortable is a weight you never thought you'd have. He was the only person that really cared for you, the only one that listened to you, you couldn't just allow yourself to just let him go for anything.
Later that day, after your mother arrived with her dearest, both of them finally happy for a change, you decided to wait outside, sitting on the edge of the stairwell, with your calves and feet hanging, making you remember this is how you first truly met Edward, this is how everything started, the day he saved you, redeemed you from your reality of pure misery, from the pits of hell you were stuck in like the angel he is.
You can't tell with certainty how long you waited, specially since you didn't dare to look at least once at your phone's clock in order to not help your anxiety increase even more. There aren't any windows on any of the hallways of the floors in your building, except for the first one, you could watch as the reddish orange light of the setting sun disappear slowly on the bottom of the staircase for then to be replaced by the artificial and depressing white light that did it's best to accomplish the purpose of the sun. Your surroundings were peaceful enough that you could've fallen asleep if it weren't for your persisting fear and anticipation.
A shadow darkens as much as it can the floor, the 1st floor, it moves towards the stairs until the figure that creates it is visible, tall, brown hair, blue jacket, with just these characteristics you are able to recognize who it is. Your heart skips a beat at the realization and acceptance that indeed, he really is here and you just stand up, your body just reacting at the adrenaline your emotional state is helping to produce. «What the hell am I supposed to do know?!» this is the only thought going throug your mind, and it repeats itself in panic over and over as you pace without direction like a headless chicken, not deciding if to stay, sit again, get inside your flat or wait at his door. His footsteps sound closer than they really are, so they force you to make a decision and you end up locking yourself in your apartment as silent and stealthy as you possibly can, allowing yourself to breathe only until you heard him get inside his home, which made you feel impressed about how long you were able to hold your breath, specially since time felt like if it went ten times slower. «Oh great! What now?! What's the next plan of your wonderful and brilliant plan, huh genius?!» oh yeah, your old friend Anxiety was screaming at you again using the voice of your conscience.
Exactly thirty minutes later you gained a fifth part of the courage you needed for what is necessary to do. «Come on girl, what else do you got to lose, huh? Just go on and knock it ain't gonna kill you, it might as well even help and make things better with Eddie! You know the guy can be patient and understanding, if you explain he might actually forgive your stupidity!» those are the most positive words you've told yourself all day, and it kind of helped you give those three quick consecutive knocks at his door. Not even a minute passed when that same door was opened, being greeted by Edward's face, with a happy smile and even happier eyes, you couldn't help but think to yourself how cute and adorable he looked like that.
—Hi Eddie, can I come in? There's something I wanna talk about with you— you ask almost in a whisper.
—Sure! I also want to talk with you— he answers with a hint of excitment in his voice, moving over and behind his door as he opens it more letting you inside his apartment, and closing the door behind you.
—Oh...what do you want to talk about?—
—I'll tell you after you tell me what you want to discuss first!—
—Oh no, please you go first—
—You know I'm never going to say a thing unless you go first— he was more than serious, not to mention he has proven his words before.
—Okay okay fine! It's just that...look, I just wanted to apologize— you words came out shaking, almost whispered. Feeling your heart in your throat, you look like a scared dog avoiding it's owners stare after they messed up the living room and destroyed the sofa.
—What for, darling?—
—For earlier, I made you uncomfortable by just, y'know, touching and hugging you like I did earlier before you left...I'm sorry, I really am—
—What? Why would you think that?— you could say he even sounded offended by that
—Well...you seemed so nervous and acted so weird I thought you were mad at me— tears threatening to escape your eyes.
—Oh that...well then I'm sorry for leaving you with those ideas, I was just in a hurry, but I wasn't mad at you— he says with a little smile, his stare made you think he was remembering or imagining something. He got closer to you and lifted your chin softly with his thumb and index. —Now come with me, I got something to show you.— he continues with a little smile, that smirk that even though he had a hard time admiting it, he knows you like so much.
Without even waiting for your answer he took your wrist with his hand and almost dragged you outside, you asked where were you going but he just gave you a confident wink, something he did for the first time. Now that you recall, he's never been this "cocky" before, at least not with you, it feels as if he was showing another part of him, something unkown he locks within just for himself. As you walked beside him he had his head up and his back straightened up, another first. These constant surprises, adding with the anticipation and growimg curiosity of where he was taking you just removed the inmense sadness and anguish you provoked yourself all day long, making yoy realize just how important and special he really is, how the moment he started talking to you, everything just went better, he really was a home to you, your heaven.
During the walk, your wrist was never released from his gentle but firm wrip.
«The fuck are we doing around the Iceberg Lounge? He a party boy or something? Nah I mean look at the guy!! Well...to be fair he's been full of surprises lately» you monologued in your head, confused as you recognized the area and it's little fame. But instead you went into this not so known building, unknown enough that you didn't ever bothered to know it's name nor what it's purpose was. It was a rather tacky place, yet better than going into the Iceberg Lounge.
After going up the million stairs since the elevator seemed and sounded too crappy to be considered safe to be in, you found yourselves walking down an aisle, but your mind started to wonder, since this seemed like it was an aparment building or at least a very shitty hotel, which were common in certain areas, but the one idea that came into your mind and started to worry you was that maybe he was going to introduce you to someone, what else could it be?
—We're here— he said in a very difficult to decipher tone, he seemed nervous, even slightly regretful, but at the same happy and anxious in a good way. He called your name in a sweet and soft voice, he wanted to say so many things, but none managed to come out of his lips, not even as whispers. Embarrassed by this he just scoffed a little —Nevermind— and proceded to open the door, the last one in the corridor, letting you go inside first. There were just dim lights in the room, like lamps, but they were bright enough to allow you to see the whole room, to that the city lights that came from the street illuminating the room as well through the windows.
The more you walk inside the more worried and distressed you get, it looked similar to John Doe's room in that movie Se7en, just smaller and with the lack of religious figures, and that was basically about it. In all the madness this place was something in particular caught your attention, a wall with a desk against it, the wall filled with pictures and newspaper clips and titles from front pages, a lot of famous faces but with a title writen by hand stood out "THE TRUTH ABOUT GOTHAM". You felt your heart in your throat, a pit in your stomach with worry and your instinct telling you to get out of there as you looked closely how the peoples eyes were crossed from every picture, and how the smell and disaster of the room was just repulsive but bereable. The hints of dirt and bleach in the air made you feel sick. You felt so scared that you just turned around and aimed to the door expecting to get out, run out of there but instead Edward caught you the moment your whole body made that 180° turn, hugging you from your waist with your arms trapped as well.
—Where do you think you're going little dove?— it was that same sweet voice and tone he used to call your name a minute ago, but this time it didn't make you blush nor feel buterflies in your stomach, no, this time it made you panic, the fear making every limb in your body tingle with the adrenaline it needed to run as fast as humanly possible for kilometers and not get tired no matter in what physical condition, unfortunately you entered in a state of tonic immobilty, you could barely find yourself talking
—What's all this?— your voice barely coming out
—I cracked the code darling, I did find a way of giving all of those people what they deserve without anything bad happening to the one love— he replies finishing with a little giggle, that sound he made that you would've loved and provoked in other circumstances.
—What have you done?—
—Oh nothing yet, but we are going to do huge things that will change many important things in Gotham—
—What things?— you whispered, a tear running down your cheek
—Oh don't be scared my dear, we will only be unmasking the truth and let the people of Gotham see it all, make them see what really happens here— he answers in the most calming tone, licking thentear that had already found it's way on your chin, about to fall. —You did say you would do something as long as it didn't get yourself nor your family or loved ones hurt, right?—
—I did—
—Then there you go! You can do something, be the very change the city needs. Imagine it! The two of us working my plan out, the only and necessary plan to make things better, to really make a change— the passion and enthusiasm flooding his senses so much that his voice was the worst in hiding it, not that he had intended to do so anyways. —My sweetest, my love, please, I wouldn't ask this of you if I didn't love you the way I do, please join me, be part of this with me— his hold only becomes tighter. His eyes express it all, his madness, his sickness, his delusion as well as his obsession, admiration and his twisted form of love towards you.
—Oh Eddie I-...I would love to, but I don't think I could be capable of doing things as well as you do, and...and— you trip over your own words, finding it difficult to even chose which ones to use, you love him so much, but this seems very dangerous, and his obsession terrifies you so.
—No, no my darling, you are exactly who I need, you are smart and intelligent, creative, ingenious, and you have so much potential waiting to be set free, to have a mission. Please, do this with me, I wouldn't ask you if I didn't deemed you capable—
You really don't want you, but you are in the position were you don't see that denying him is a good possibility, or one at all, you love him and are scared to be left behind by someone as important as him, he crawled into your heart and earned your appreciation, respect and love like no one else has, he showed you that you are worthy of affection and attention, that you deserve honesty and so many marvelous things from people. And right now he's proving you exactly the contrary from what your insecurities made you belive, he does love you, and so much that he's even showing you this side of him, what he managed to hide from everyone.
—Fine...I will, I'll do it, just for you Eddie— you say giving in and against your gut and logical thinking, you felt as if you just betrayed yourself.
He couldn't help himself and just kissed you without any warning that he'd do so, taking you by surprise, it was sloppy and you could feel his nervousness by the way he kissed, no matter your fear you still managed to reciprocrate it, after all is what you have wanted for a while, and still desire, right?
As the time passed everything seemed normal, even in the abnormal situation you are stuck in, you did fairly easy things, you sometimes had to check out the window and look for certain people and write down the patterns you found in what they usually did, if they stayed for long and how much time they spent, if they were stoned or drunk or both, if they called a cab or drove, who they were accompanied by, eventually after Edward figuerd where they lived it was up to you to search for the building plans of their houses, which by the way, were almost impossible to find to the point you both had to search for them. You also passed his code/alphabet to a digital format so they could be printed. But something just felt wrong when he started buying rats and cages, and he started crafting weird boxes conected by plastic tubes, making them so they could fit into a manikin of his, but specially when you helped him make this sort of weird metal collar that seemed more like a cage to hold something within. It gave you chills from just imagining what they were most likely for. Whenever you asked what their purpose was, he just gave a quick giggle followed by a —You'll see my little dove, just wait and you'll see—, this of course only scared you more.
You cannot deny yourself that even though it still terrifies you the fact that you don't know much about the whole plan he has nor what he's capable of doing, you have been happy enough, specially when you are together in his other place, crafting whatever he wants to make, since it also makes him so happy and loves watching you work.
Yes it was all nice and loving usually, but things started to be more and more obvious of what he was truly planning and it was a constant fight between what your brain was telling you was going on and your heart crying out that he just couldn't be that type of person, your theory was just too much to bear, but you had enough with the uncertanties, you needed real proof instead of just hypothesis, so one night, as you were leaving, closing the windows you decided to leave the one next to the fire escape unlocked and lied to Edward's face that you did close everything right. And went back to your respective flats, after all Eddie did have work later. Meanwhile you had to do some chores but much later, after all you mother believes that you go out so night to work at a convenience store far from home, so you don't really have to go to work at least yet.
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Later that day, late in the afternoon, once you finished everything in your task list you went back to your "HQ", going up through the fire escape staircase and entering through the window you left unlocked earlier, he has the only set of keys so this was necessary.
You go towards his desk and open one of his diaries the one he was using currently, something you had strictly forbidden, he never even let you touch them, and since you know how he would notice if you touched anything, you made sure that the little notebook didn't move a single millimeter in any direction, and you didn't touch it directly with yiur hands you used the tweezers you work with when you help him and you cover your other hand with the hem of your shirt so you can make presure and it doesn't move while opening it. Looking through it without really reading it, until you found a particular page with drawings of a face with a box on it, or faces with tubes all around it, some "intructions" written over and over again to the point some words piled up against others, but you did read them, it explained how the rats are supposed to be inside the tubes while the person is wearing that thing. And as you advanced in his little diary you only confirmed the theories you had, but not only that, you saw that his plan was far beyond more horrible what you could imagine a human being capable of doing to someone else, this is the masterpiece of a monster, a real and extremely dangerous threat to everyone.
—How could I be so stupid?— you say in a soft sob. You were destroyed, you've been helping someone become one of the biggest murderers ever, you were helping him plan and commit terrorism in the future. You really should have listened to your gut for the first time and let the obvious clues he left give you the answer before really getting into trouble.
—Indeed my darling, how could you be so stupid? Doing exactly the one thing you are not allowed to do— a deep voice came from behind you, a muffeled but close voice.
You scream once the voice's owner is in your sight when you turn around, your legs become weak and can barely keep you standing. It was a man multiple green jackets on, black pants and boots, but what made him scarier was that green military mask against extrene cold but those familiar glasses on top of it, and white question mark painted on the jacket.
—Eddie?—
—Oh little dove, please do explain what were you doing— his voice only gets more intimidating by how he modifies it naturally.
—N-no! You explain!— you were already keen to play tough in situations were you are scared the most as you have proven yourself previously with your steo fathee, so this isn't an exception and it might save you from him if you keep him taking about something else.
He only tilts his head slightly as if wondering what you're talking about.
—Yes you explain why you have been using me so you can play terrorist, huh! Why you lied about spreading justice to Gotham and showing it's true colors to the people and expose the rich fuckers! When this is clearly more than all of that! You could've just told me you wanted revenge for whatever reason you might have with them, because this ain't justice from knowhere! Don't you bullshit me!— your voice breaking, trying your best not to scream at him, though your tone was challenging and firm enough.
—What are you talking about?— anger rises in him, and the breathing through his mask becomes more agitated and heavy.
—Oh what am I talking about? Oh let me catch you up in your own crap! You wanting to flood Gotham by bombing it, blowing the head off of the DA if he doesn't answer your riddles on time while live streaming, letting the comisioner get his face eaten by your fucking rats, killing the mayor with the final piece for you adored Batman to use it to discover what we carved on the floor beneath the carpet! Killing Bruce Wayne for something his father did, not him, his father! Are you joking?! Where the hell is justice in there, yeah maybe killing Falcone might be it, and a big maybe, but the rest is terrorism that's just plain obvious!— panic was making your mouth move faster than your brain, something that never ended well, but you couldn't help it, right now you're doing everything to avoid the fact that you were lurking into his diaries without his consent, but also, you need to confront him about this, what he did and is planning to do is much worse than what you did.
—What is wrong with you? How is it that you became so blind?— he sounds almost heart broken
—I don't think I'm the blind here! You wanna play terrorist and be the big man when we both know that deep inside you are just a scared little child in the body of a man pretending to be a hero instead of putting his shit together, go to therapy and make himself a nice and happy normal life or something!— you are screaming now but lauging at the same time as you speak, laughing to avoud crying, but he doesn't percive it as such.
Not a second passes after you finish pronouncing that last word when he slaps you across the face so hard that you even lost your balance, taking advantage of this he pushes you with such force that your body lies flat on the floor, back against it. It all happened so quickly that you weren't able to process it, it felt like even though it was all very obvious you didn't have a clue of what was happening. Before you know it he's straddling you, sitting on your hips, his hands surrounding your throat and squeezing it tight, choking you, you fight and kick and try to scratch him or at least hurt him but it was all useless.
—I saved you, I gave you a better life, I gave you everything, and this is what I get from you? Ungrateful little slut, you owe me your life and your devotion!—
Eventually you stop fighting, you pass out due to the lack of oxygen but it doesn't kill you.
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Something wakes you up, a cold and chilling breeze against your skin and a white light pointing directly at your face, you moan weakly for the light is too bright and it hurts your eyes.
—Wake up darling, it's very late already sleepyhead!— a soft voice speaks with a loving tone.
—What?— you mumble in response, a pain in your neck and face make presence, reminding you of what happened before you blacked out. But it makes no sense, that pain, but that sweet voice you recognize so well, was it all just a bad dream?.
You try to move your arms but you can't much, as if something was holding your wrists together, something that was also pulling the little hairs of your skin. This made you open your eyes finally, only to look at yourself lying on the cold floor, your wrists tied together with gray duct tape in front of your half naked body, resting on your bare abdomen. When you lift your face to look at him, he's still dressed like before when he caught you, the fear his little outfit provoked in you woke you up fully.
You tried getting away from him, but you found out how your ankles were also tied up but not together, in fact they were separated from each other and attatched to the floor but by the angle you're in you can't really know with what.
—Now where do you think you're going? Well...nowhere really— he says mockingly between giggles as he caresses your head softly with his gloved hand.
—What do you want from me you monster?— you scream sobbing, tears running down your cheeks.
—Nothing, however I do want to give you something. An opportunity—
—For what?—
—For you to repent for your actions and mindless words from earlier today—
—No! You betrayed, manipulated and lied to me!—
—I'm giving you a chance, no one ever gave me a chance, it would be such a shame if you had to learn your lesson the hard way— he says almost amused. His hand now makes way through your shoulders and your chest, groping your breasts and squeezing them without being too rough.
—Get your filthy hands off of me!—
—No! You don't give orders here! You have to be corrected after what you did! I will make you regret talikg to me like that, you are only receiving what you deserve— he screams at you while his fingers manage to pinch one of your nipples through your bra.
You try to shove his hands off with your forearm but the only thing you win from your struggle is another slap from him. He's quick and puts your tied wrists right on top of your head and against the floor, dragging the stool where he usually sits when he's working on his desk and positions one of it's legs in the space inside your arms, finally he puts one of the boxes filled with heavy material on the stool making it impossible to escape.
—Everything was going perfectly, exactly how it was supposed to, why did you have to ruin things?— he sounds heartbroken again, betrayed even. —You are making me do all this, just look at you, all I needed so you could stay put, putting up a fight like if you were strong and tough, and for a moment I almost believed it, but I know you women are all the same, when in reality you will just let your slutty self be, won't you?—
—No! Just let me go! You don't know what you're doing and there's no reason at all for you to do this so stop it!— you say almost begging.
—Oh but I do! And yes, there is a reason for all this, you see...apparently you don't know your place and you don't know how to follow simple rules, so I am going to correct it, make you learn these things so well that you will never want to commit those mistakes again, it's all for your good, darling— he explains simply, and though it's not visible, his smile can be heard forming within his mask. Both of his hands run through your torso, caressing and enjoying everything he can touch. —Stop squirming, you're only making things harder for yourself— he scolds though he can't deny that the sight of you still trying to fight, squirming, is enjoyable, it makes him want to force you so succumb to him, to have complete power over you once again, but this time he won't lose it. The more you beg him to stop and how you try to negociate with him and give false promises is so pathetic that it only arouses him, specially since he has fantasized about this type of scenario with you multiple times and every single time he has fucked his fist to the thought while smelling the underwear he stole from your bedroom.
Two of his fingers rub against your clothed cunt making slightly more pressure in the area where your clit is and the whimper it provokes from you is better than anything he had ever imagined.
—No please stop it! I'm so sorry for all the trouble I did and all the things I said, I really am so sorry, please forgive me!— you beg in a soft sob, trying to put aside the sensations your body is feeling.
—Oh you are sorry? After all of that fight now you say sorry? I don't think you mean it darling, you are too late— he makes aside the part of your panties covering your slit and slides a finger along your pussy, you are just wet enough to make it easy for him. His stare is centered just in your privates, paying close attention to what he sees and what he does and how he does it.
He knows where to touch, but he is sloppy with his movements, making circles around your clit and touching it a few times on accident, unfortunately for you, those little accidents made you wail with pleasure, feeling guitly on how your body betrayed you.
He likes it when you mewl due to the pelasure he gives you, he loves even more how you try so hard to not make them, maybe for his own pleasure he could force more of those beautiful sounds out of you, so he ends up giving your body what it feels it needs, he moves his gloved finger up and down through your cunt rubbing your clit directly, variating on the speed every now and then, and just when he notives how your thighs tense and your toes curl he stops. The moan of disappointment you try to contain is bloss to his ears.
—Look at you, you really are such a pathetic little slut! But here the best part is...that you're mine, my own slut.— his laughs only embarrass you more, your humilliation increasing to the sincere disappointment you felt when he stopped.
—Now say it...say what you are—
—No...— you reply weakly
—No?— there is anger in his voice, he thought you were finally getting somewhere. He slaps your clit with three of his fingers, it wasn't a hard slap since he didn't want to really hurt you but it certaintly sounded like it. —Are you sure?— he says a bit satisfied by the groan you let out.
—I said no!—
He slaps your clit enough times until you stop trying to contain your moans, until you can't control them anymore. He stops only to slide two of his fingers inside you, hurting you in the process and if it weren't because of how wet you are, it would've been even more painful. His fingertips touching and pushing your cervix lightly once his fingers were completely inside you. He doesn't want to hurt you really, on the contrary, he wants you to feel good against your will, so instead of pulling them out, he curls them inside you until he finds that sweet spot of yours. He's still sloppy but he's also a fast learner, making him miss a couple of times, but making your body feel incredible, and making you, your conscious self feel worse but more willing to do and say anything for him to stop this torture.
—Please! I'm sorry I really am, please forgive me, please stop! I am your pathetic little slut! There I said it now please leave me alone!—
—Hmmm I'm not so convinced...— he says in a little giggle.
—I am a pathetic little slut just for you because I'm yours and...and I'm so sorry I said all those horrible things and spied on you! I am very sorry and I regret it! Please! I promise to be good! Please Eddie! Please!— you beg almost screaming yet finding it hard to form the words in your mouth and pronounce them correctly. But instead of stopping he only increased the speed at which his fingers moved, hitting your sweet spot, forcing you to repeat your "speach" but a bit different or with other words each time, but he continued until you came undone, arching your back and your thighs almost cramping for how intense the orgasm is, groaning a little —Please— as you squirted accidentally his hand. You were so lost in your sadness and emotional pain, and the pleasure that you couldn't control it nor did you know it would happen.
You try to catch your breath as your body relaxes, his fingers finally pulling away, your eyes shut tight like if it would make the world disappear. He looks at his glove fascinated and surprised, he didn't expect you to squirt, but he couldn't be happier about it. His hard on is hurting him now, he desperately needs to relieve himself, but not now, not when he's not done with you yet.
After really figuring it out, he gave you one orgasm after another in multiple ways, just fascinated by the way your body reacted to different stimulus, it was almost like if he was experimenting with you, until you really couldn't anymore, until your body was shivering, until you softly whispered asking him to stop and your eyes closed, passing out. He panicked for a moment until he confirmed you were still alive, he just didn't know that could happen.
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You are waken up by a light again, but this time it's the soft light of dawn shining through all the room yet not hitting you directly. It's not your room nor Edward's "HQ", it's his appartment, his room. The memories of everything that happened to you attack your mind and wake you up completely, feeling the adrenaline run through your veins, sitting up in the bed in alert and your breathing shaky and irregular but heavy.
—Woah! What's wrong?— he asks amused
You immediately turn your head to search where he's at and you find him standing near the corner of the bed. The memories of yesterday advice you to stay still and not say a word, your eyes start crying but your face stays expressionless, and your heart racing faster when he walks around the bed until he's on your side right next to you and his index and thumb caress your chin and lift your face softly.
—What's wrong? Why do you cry darling?— he continues with a little grin on his face. —Please tell me—
—I...I remember what you did to me...I remember it all— your voice is raspy from all the screaming you did yesterday, making it hurtful to speak.
—Good! You'll need to remember it in case you plan on commiting certain mistakes again, but...it seems like you did learn your lesson, didn't you, darling?— he hisses the pet name menacingly.
—I did...— you whisper in order to keeo your voice from more damage. —I accepted your punishment...but you still need to explain why you're going to murder those people— the moment you say it you regret it but you don't back down.
He sighs and seats in front of you, taking your hands and resting them on his palms.
He spent a really long while explaining things to you, repeating himself over and over again but telling things in such way that they made sense after repeating them long enough, he also explained how much they all damaged him and how, everything they've done and how much they poison Gotham with their mere existance, that there is no other way for these people to learn and act otherwise, the only way to take their power away is by killing them and getting rid of everything from the roots, like a poisonous plant that becomes a plague and invasive species that kills other plants, trees, and animals. Work by word, and every point he proved, the more he managed to convince you until you were sure that his way was THE way to get things done. He was willing to truly change the city, to do what Batman doesn't dare to do, the reason why he's failed so far in making a difference.
He did it, he changed your point of view on things, your morals, he changed you.
It was mid october, soon the plan you've been working on will be taken into action, everything was already prepared and finished, four hands work faster than just two. But your part in this is over, he made it clear he didn't want you to get involved in the crime scenes nor anything thst gets public, and he wants nothing to link you to him nor his Riddler persona. It wasn't safe and it would take so many things from you, you still have a whole future ahead of you, an opportunity, a chance in life, something that was ripped away from him, something that he will not take from you. All the times the topic came up you ended up saddened by the thought of him locked up in Blackgate, or well...most likely in Arkham Asylum, scared by what might happen to him or what inmates or patients could do to him, but he always asured you he'd be fine, and joked how you could at least give him a visit once a week, to which you agreed seriously every time.
As the days pass, the more time you spend with him to the point you even wait for him near where he works once he's done, and the more and more excuses you tell your mother so she believes you're doing something productive and allows you to go out without curfews nor problems.
In these weeks you finally have normal dates with him, it was almost like if you were a normal couple instead of lovers partners in crime. Such sweet moments you shared that they almost made you forget how what he did to you months ago made you feel.
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It's October 30th, the last day he'd allow for you to see eachother, he didn't want to risk anything and all the evidence that you were ever in his Riddler HQ was finally erased completely.
It was already pretty late at night and you were about to go to sleep, he did want to rest earlier to make sure he'd be at his best for tomorrow. You were looking for a jacket of your you'd forgot days ago and finally remembered it even existed when you came across a coat of his, it had a black question mark painted on the same side as his Riddler jacket and almost as big.
—Hey Eddie what's this?— you ask as you get it out with it's hook still holding it.
—What? Oh...that!— he looked a bit scared and sounded nervous. —It's the first piece of clothing I personalized for my outfit. I completely forgot it was there, how could I?!— he answes panicked. —I should get rid of it—
—Or...I could wear it and be with you and help you! Except for when it's time for the give-yourself-in part of the plan!— you add expectant, hugging the coat tightly.
—Ha ha very funny— he replies sarcastically.
—I mean it could work. I'll use the same safety measures you'll use to avoid leaving evidence behind at the scene of the crime! Just think about it, please?—
He walks toward you until there's almost no space between your bodies, grabbing both sides of ypur face with his hands, lifting it slightly and staring into your eyes. —No...you already helped enough, you did everything I asked of you perfectly. This is the one thing I will do on my own, it's me the one who's really willing to take a life in cold blood, it's what they owe me, not you, remember that.—
—Alright I get it, you're right— you sigh in defeat. —But can I at least keep it? The police won't have a reason to even steo foot inside my apartment!—
—Sure, but of they do you throw it right away, understood?—
—Yes sir!— you say jokingly but you reach to give him a short kiss to reasure him that you would.
However you did have it all planned out, if the police ever found out about your relationship with him you both already predicted what you'd say and what to answer to all the possible questions they'd ask, Eddie even taught you how to cheat the polygraph test just in case, so yeah you were all good.
—Well can I see it on you?—
He scofs in response but does take his blue jacket to put the coat on anyways. It looked really good on him yet you could understand why he chose the second one, it wasn't scary enough nor that practical. He looks checks himself out without using a mirror and then looks at you waiting for an answer.
—Well it looks really good on you but y'know, it's not "Riddler" enough and it surely you don't look as comfortable as you do in your other outfit.—
He smiled at your comment and proceded to sit on the edge of the bed.
—However you still look very handsome in it—
He blushes and looks away, trying to hide the huge smile that forms in his face. «Is this the man that's going to commit such crimes? Is this who did that to me?» it's what you asked yourself, failing to give yourself an accurate answer.
You sit next to him and lie on your side, resting your head on his lap, sad that this isnmost likely to be the last time you can be like this with him, in a safe space and him having you all to himself.
He separates his legs to slide an arm under you and pick you up to carry your torso, his other arm surrounding your waist and supporting you as well.
—I will miss this...— he says sincerely.
—I will too...maybe so much it'll drive me crazy— you admit.
—I don't think so, you'll be alright darling—
—You don't know that, I was so alone without you and I've become used to you, you are part of me Eddie! Don't you see how much you mean to me?—
He's astonished by your words and doesn't find himself word for you.
—Just remember how imprtant you are to me...okay?—
He nods silently, hugs you tighter as of you were to disappear if he didn't, and kisses you like it was the last time he'd ever see you. You caress the back of his head, pulling him closee to you, tears forming in your eyes. He stops for a second and his mouth find your neck and start kissing there instead, tickling you.
—Hey! What are you doing?— you ask between giggles.
He remains silent, you feel how he starts sucking the skin of your neck, the slight pain makes you nervous and he can notice your uneseaness but it doesn't stop him, he keeps going and makes little stops only to go to another piece of your skin around the same area, he's definitely marking you.
As you started to feel aroused by this you also start to feel more nervous and even scared, the last time you felt like this around him was when he "corrected you", since then he didn't even try a thing. He knew how you'd feel if he did, but since today's your last day together he hopes you let him do it.
When he's "done" he stares at your face, your expression says it all. After this your mind shuts down somehow, you perceive everything that happens but you can't really move, it's like when he let you into his other place for the first time, how you wanted to run and escape him but you just couldn't no matter how hard you tried and barely being able to talk.
He smiles, pleased. He knows you're completely his and that there's nothing to stop him from what he'll do.
—Don't be scared my darling, I don't want to hurt you, I just want to have a good last moment with you, will you let me?— he asks while stroking your cheek.
You're fighting against yourself but those words put you in the position where you feel the need to push the memories he made in you and what it made you feel and the defense mechanisms he created thanks to what he did away and do everything to make you spill out the one word he wants to hear —Yes—.
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It all happened so slowly, the whole moment was like if you were never going to get out of it, all the sensations he provoked and the reactions your body had felt pleasurable, but scary at the same time, guilt taking away the emotional and mental pleasure from the act, even though now he was treating you with true and "romantic" passion and, we could even say, with love and affection, he was considerate and cared about your pleasure yet you just can't enjoy it completely.
It was early in the morning and the sun is comign up, you couldn't sleep all night and watched the sun come up, your mind blank but repeating one of your favourite songs over and over again until you heard him wake up. You look at him and still don't believe what happened last night, you feel it's all on you after all he was so nice and caring with you. You turn to hug him from behind and kiss the back of his neck, asking for his forgiveness in your head.
After he woke up completely which didn't takenlong, you had a little breakfast and pretended to be happier than ever, and as if you didn't feel uncomfortable on your own skin. You did enjoy these very last moments with him but contrary to last night it all passed so quickly and before you knew it you were both in the hall, near the stairwell were you first met, giving each other one last and truly beautiful kiss
—You say hi to Batman for me, okay?— you say with a little smile.
—Sure thing!— he smiles back, it was that smile that made you fall in love with him time ago, genuine and almost like a little kids.
—Good luck and you give them what they deserve, okay?—
—Of course...but you do come and visit me!—
—You know I will...you know I will always go back to you—
#edward nygma#the riddler#paul dano riddler#riddler fanfic#riddler x reader#riddler x you#edward nashton x reader#edward nashton x you#dark fic#edward nashton
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May I request Headcanons of post-Riddler Ed with a very blunt s/o. Like bordering on insensitive. Like they're really smart, just not socially. Cause they don't know when to pull they're punches.
Ed with Blunt! Reader
Post Riddler! Edward Nygma x Reader
A/N: Thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy!
Edward spent the majority of his life being in a similar boat
His intelligence put him at the top of his class and the first choice at any job
However, he knew he lacked "normal" social skills
People called him awkward, odd, and any other name in the book
He pretended to not care, but it always ended up getting to him
So meeting you even after becoming the Riddler was like finding familiarity
And because of that, he hardly cares at all
He actually enjoys how blunt and honest you are
He doesn't have to sugarcoat things with you, and he knows you'll always tell it like it is
If anyone else has a problem with it, they can take it up with him
Because at the end of the day, your intelligence is what drew him to you in the first place
Social skills mean little to nothing for him
The only time your bluntness does matter is when he needs reassurance
Riddler Ed has a sense of confidence that never existed for him before
But with that being said, Edward is still down there somewhere
So if you ever say anything that he's been insecure with or tell him that you don't believe one of his plans will work, he takes it to heart
He can become very defensive and angry about what you said, and may even avoid you for a while
It's because you're so honest that you have to be careful
Once you say it, Ed knows you mean it, and your opinion is one of the only ones he actually cares about
You can say or act however you want to literally anyone else
Just be careful if he asks for your opinion on something
Anything that hurts his ego immediately takes him back to that dark place when others hated on him for being different
Although he'll forever deny it, there's a part of him that will always want to just be accepted
#ed nygma x reader#ed nygma imagine#ed nygma#edward nygma#edward nygma x reader#gotham edward nygma#gotham headcanon#gotham fandom#gotham x reader#gotham
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blog & request rules ;
minors and ageless blogs do not interact! you will be blocked on sight.
this blog is dom!reader x sub!yandere!character only. you can find sub!reader everywhere else so don’t come looking for it here.
all gender identities are welcome but this blog mainly caters to fem/afab!readers.
this blog is yandere-centric and will be littered with dark content, though all of these things will be tagged.
anon hate & rude asks will be ignored & deleted on sight cus idc.
this is a sideblog and i’ll mostly be posting fic here, so it won’t be nearly as active as my main -> @vampcubus
characters i write for ;
-> kimetsu no yaiba
kyojuro rengoku ; obanai iguro ; tengen uzui & wives ; shinobu kocho ; sanemi shinazugawa ; shinjuro rengoku ; zenitsu agatsuma ; inosuke hashibira ; tanjiro kamado ; genya shinazugawa ; muzan kibutsuji ; akaza ; gyutaro ; gyokko ; hantengu clones (sekido & urogi preferred) ;
-> telltale batman
john doe/joker ; edward nygma/riddler ; harvey dent/two-face ; harley quinn ;
-> helluva boss
blitzø ; fizzarolli ; asmodeus ; mammon ;
-> the arcana
lucio ; muriel ; asra ; vulgora ;
-> dragon ball
goku ; vegeta ; gohan ; broly ; frieza ; frost ; beerus ; android 17 ; android 18 ; zamasu ; goku black ; jiren ;
-> miscellaneous fandom yanderes
mizu (blue eye samurai) ; sidon (loz botw & totk) ; john doe (visual novel) ; victor van dort (corpse bride) ;
-> original yandere characters
coming soon!
request rules ;
👩🏻🔬: requests aren't guaranteed and might take me a while (especially since i run another blog as well) but i'll try to finish as many as i can >:3
yandere!character is the main focus of this blog, but yandere!reader is also acceptable!
all characters aged up to 18+ if applicable
please be specific and have a concept instead of sending something like ‘kyojuro x reader smut’ i’ll be more likely to write it if you know exactly what you want :)
will write ;
fics, headcanons, and quick thirsts/drabbles.
dom!reader x sub!yandere!character. (top! or bottom!reader so long as they are dominant)
fem or afab!reader for nsfw. will do fem or gender-neutral reader for sfw. (pls specify if you’d prefer a gn!reader)
non-sexual non-con, dub-con, non-con touching/affection, stalking, controlling behavior, kidnapping, manipulation, blood & gore.
polyamory, threesomes, and harems (ex: uzuren x reader, obamitsu x reader, inotan x reader, kamaboko trio x reader, fizzmodeus x reader)
a/b/o dynamics. alpha!reader x omega!character preferred, but will write for dominant omega readers (ex: prime omega!reader)
monsterfucking/teratophilia, monster/cryptid au yanderes (ex: cryptid!kyojuro, werewolf!sanemi, eldritch horror!yandere)
kny demon pet au (@/invertedphantasmagoria, @/phantasmiafxndom), hybrid au, catboys, puppyboys, bunnyboys etc...
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sub!reader x dom!character
male or amab!readers.
kink no-no’s: sexual non-con, incest/stepcest, daddy kink, piss play/watersports/omorashi, foot fetish, maledom.
forced pregnancy, miscarriages.
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coup de foudre
Pairing: Riddler/Reader (& Scarecrow)
Summary: Drinking in the Iceberg Lounge, Edward and Jonathan set their sights on an unsuspecting woman and decide to engage in a 'friendly' competition to win her affections. (2.8k words)
“You’re annoying me.”
Blinking his surprise at the unexpected comment, Edward tilted his head back to the booth as he fixed Jonathan with a questioning stare.
“You say that so often that those words have lost meaning, Crane.”
Visibly irritated, Jonathan Crane knit his brow as he followed Edward’s earlier gaze, his sharp eyes sweeping across the Iceberg Lounge.
“I have asked you the same question twice now and twice you have ignored me. So now I want to see what has captured your interest so much that you would risk missing information.”
Jonathan’s eyes settled on the few patrons who sought refuge at the high stools of the bar.
A young couple, their hands disgustingly wrapped up in each other as they giggled at something asinine.
An older goon, his unflinching dedication to his ongoing alcoholism making him a familiar sight at the bar as he worked part-time security for Oswald in exchange for a discount on certain liquors.
A brunette woman, her shapely legs tilted to the side as she carefully adjusted the dark skirt which lay tight against her thighs-
“Ah.” Jonathan tutted. “Nygma, you pathetic beast.”
“What nonsense has captured your meagre brain now?”
“Is your attention so fleeting that you would ignore a known killer in favour of making eyes at some pretty little thing sitting at a bar herself?”
It was Edward’s turn to scowl, and he did so with open contempt, his coiffed hair jiggling in place as he turned sharply to look at the woman again.
“Some of us enjoy the company of others, Crane. We aren’t so closed off the concept of human pleasure and connection.”
“So you want to fuck her?” Pairing his vulgarity with a swig of his whisky, Jonathan took sadistic pleasure in the slight hint of surprise which crept into Edward’s features. “She’s pretty. Are you so pathetic that you’re afraid of rejection?”
“Rejection? No. But experience has taught me to take care when sniffing around the types of women who frequent this lounge. There have been,” Edward paused, “situations.”
His interest piqued; Jonathan tapped the table in impatience as he awaited a further explanation.
“Some expected payment after the act. One had a husband return home early and spoil the arrangement. One even pulled a gun on me and stole my wallet.”
Jonathan barely hid his derisive snort. “How is Selina getting on this holiday period?”
“Hilarious.” Edward tasted his gin with downturned lips. “We both know she doesn’t need a gun to take a wallet from a man.”
“Brown hair. Blue eyes. Attractive. Very unlike yourself.” Listing off the unknown woman’s qualities, Jonathan could see the appeal. Her short dark skirt was paired with a deep blue shirt – the material very satin-like as the breeze of passing patrons made it shift across her back. Sensing an opportunity for cruelty, Jonathan adjusted the wire-rimmed glasses which sat atop his nose and smoothed the wilder edges of his hair before quickly standing to his feet. “If you are too much of a coward to move then perhaps I should show the lady a good time.”
Striding towards the bar with purpose, Jonathan blatantly ignored the irritated call of his name from the now-incensed Edward as he slammed an open palm on the booth table.
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With the music fading as the hired band set up for a new song, the cocktail within your hand felt comfortably chilled as you bring it to your lips and take a long sip. The Iceberg Lounge. Not a usual haunt which you found yourself in but the weeknight specials had proven too tempting to ignore – reputation of the establishment be damned.
Your shirt felt nice against your skin, providing a good barrier to the chill of the lounge and its ice theme. Three cocktails in with very little plan on stopping, the idea of enjoying the atmosphere and maybe scoring a quick takeaway on the path home was appealing enough to make a soft sigh slip free of your lips.
A presence to your side makes you turn in place, and you find the barstool next to your own filled by an incredibly tall man, his profile showcasing his sharp chin and large nose as he caught the eye of the barman.
“Whisky. Top shelf. Three fingers.” A set of instructions which were quickly followed as he soon found himself with a tumbler glass full of amber liquid being pressed into his thin hands.
Wearing a brown suit, the colour feeling a little dated as it were paired with a lighter brown shirt, the man seemed quite comfortable as he took the drink and quickly inhaled a sip, clearly allowing the liquor to sit in his mouth for a moment before swallowing.
“Good evening.”
Startled, your eyes widen as you realise that the man is speaking to you directly – his head having turned to showcase wire-rimmed glasses that did nothing to hide a crystal blue gaze which sparks a shiver low in your spine.
“Hi.”
“It’s nice in here, isn’t it.”
Blushing at the attention, you find yourself pressing your legs together as you turn your body to meet your new friend.
“Seems nice enough, Mr?”
“Call me Jonathan.” His expression is warm, inviting in a very particular way even as you get the feeling that this is a man who is used to getting what he wanted from those around him.
“Hi, Jonathan.” You incline your glass to him as you adjust the simple silver bracelet which hangs around your wrist. “What brings you here on a weeknight?”
“I’m a professor by trade and the last batch of essays that I received have pushed me to drink.” Jonathan answers in a deadpan tone.
Laughing at the answer, your eyes dip low before travelling up his frame as they admire just how tall he is.
“A professor! Wow! Of?”
“Psychology.”
“Oh, interesting!” Perking up at that information, you allow the alcohol in your system to do the speaking. “Can you tell me something about myself that you already know?”
His gaze once again rolls across your face and you giggle despite yourself.
“I can tell you’re a woman who isn’t afraid to drink by herself in a bar full of monsters and criminals.”
“Jon!” A second voice joined your conversation as another man approached from behind Jonathan’s back, his hand clapping on his thin shoulder for a moment as a wide grin split his lips. “I was hoping to catch you here! I got a message from your wife last night asking for me to remind you that her alimony is due and that the kids aren’t happy that you stiffed them this weekend for your court-ordered visits. Again.”
Dropping into the available stool to your right, the red-haired man continued to speak but this time in a much more hushed tone as he leaned across your space while keeping a sensible difference.
“She’s a hellcat that one! Pamela doesn’t mince her words! I won’t repeat what she said in the presence of such a lovely lady,” he paused to flash you a small smile, “but I think you’d better toddle off and give her a ring before she comes down here herself to drag your wallet from your spindly fingers.”
Turning back to Jonathan as an unease settles in your gut, your eyes widen in surprise once again as his previously warm expression is gone – utterly eviscerated by the hard lines and scowl which now decorate his features.
“Edward-”
“Come on, pal.” Edward, the new man, continued. “I would head off and sort out your mess before something awful happens.”
To your surprise, Jonathan stands and does exactly that, not bothering to spare you another glance as he stalks away from the bar and settles in a booth far off to the side where he almost disappears into the shadows.
“Nice guy,” Edward mutters, “but far too loose with his morals. A bit too fond of the drink and the ladies. A real shame.”
Feeling a little humiliated that you had been so easily taken in by such a womaniser, your elbows settle on the bar as you take another long drink from your glass, the gin cocktail warming your stomach from the inside out as you feel increasingly more tipsy.
“Any good?” Edward asks, pointing to your glass.
“Hmm? Oh. Yeah. It’s fine enough. A bit expensive mind.”
“I’m not surprised. I know the man who owns the place and he’s not one for allowing even a dime to slip through his fingers.”
“You know the Penguin?”
“I work as a consultant for certain engineering projects and Mr Cobblepot has used me in that role a few times.”
“What’s he like?” Curiosity itching at your tipsy mind, you turn to face Edward as you ask the question.
“Oh, he’s a very complicated man. It would be hard to describe him in a sentence.”
“Then use more than one.”
It’s a cheeky response and it gets a smile from him, his pearly white teeth appearing almost blindingly white in the dimness of the bar.
“Then let me buy you a drink and I will try, what’s your poison?”
“French 75.” Swirling the dregs of your cocktail around the glass, the cloudy liquid swirls away prettily.
“Barkeep, a lovely French 75 for the even lovelier lady.”
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Giggling as your messy fingers struggled to flick on the light to the supply closet, the click of the switch matched the slam of the closing of the door as Edward kicked it shut behind him. Having stumbled down the corridor as Edward guided you loosely with his hands on your shoulders, you had managed to make it past the staff without being seen as you sought out a more private space.
“I don’t normally do this.” You pant, back pressing against the shelves of extra napkins and tablecloths. “I hope you don’t think the worst of me.”
His red hair almost glowing under the lightbulb which shoddily lit the small space, Edward quirked a brow at your insistence but said nothing as he took a step towards you. The deep green suit which wrapped around his frame seemed much darker in the dimness and butterflies fluttered around your stomach as he dipped his head to catch your lips in his own.
It was a filthy kiss; his tongue immediately demanding entrance into your mouth as his firm hands dug themselves into your hips, holding you in place as he pressed his body against your own. Allowing him to lead, you bring your hands to his chest, playfully undoing his dark tie and dropping it to the floor before ruching your skirt up slightly to allow his knee to plant itself between your legs.
“Did you think you would end up here?” Edward spoke finally, his showman voice having deepened to something approaching a growl. “Being fucked in a supply closet by a man your barely know?”
“Think?” You gasp out as his hands slip down from your hips to hike your skirt up fully, exposing your black cotton panties to his wandering fingers. “No. But i’m an optimist.”
“You have a smart mouth.” Edward muses, emerald eyes flashing as he swipes his thumb along your lower lip. “Maybe it would be better suited elsewhere.”
Following his lead as his fingers deftly unzip his slacks, he quickly frees his half-hard cock as you drop to your knees – carefully avoiding a nearby mop – and quickly take his cock in hand. You can see the faintest hint of his pubes peeking free of the zipper and an absurd bubble of laughter touches at your throat as you take in their reddish appearance.
A true redhead then.
His cock feels velvety and hot in your hand as you pump along the length for a moment. He was a decent length, nothing unmanageable, and a rumble of pleasure rolls through him as you take the tip of his cock into your mouth – teasing the end with your tongue. Moaning at the slight taste of pre-cum, you suck gently at his cockhead and admire the way in which he jerks his hips forward in an attempt to sink more of his length past your lips.
“Christ.” He grunts and you glance up to see his gaze fixed on your expression. You can see yourself in his eyes, on your knees before him as you willingly suck him off and a flash of arousal curls low in your gut and the dampness of your panties makes your thighs press together.
You work his cock over for a minute, alternating between using your hands and your mouth until he is rock hard and visibly leaking pre-cum.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” You ask, batting your eyelashes up at him as you watch a small bead of sweat trail across his forehead.
“I think you deserve a reward.” He concedes and a short squeal slips free of you as his strong hands grip at your shoulders and pull you up to face him once again. His gaze is clouded by lust and you both grunt as he whirls you in place and rubs himself against your back. “Such pretty girls are never usually this good. Will you be a good girl for me?”
Nodding as a blush crawls across your cheeks and down your neck, the slight praise makes your breath quicken and you spread your knees to allow him to slip your panties free of your ass.
His fingers immediately go to work and you muffle a cry in your forearm as a firm finger trails along your slit, gathering the dampness there before spreading it playfully across your upper thigh. Pleased with how wet you were, his cockhead is quick to follow the finger as it bumps messily against your slit – swiping across your cunt and causing a bolt of pleasure to roll through your groin as it brushes your clit.
“Fuck me, Edward.” You groan out, pressing back against him as you tighten your grip of the shelf. “Please?”
“Such a good girl.” Edward purrs, wrapping his free hand around your body as his fingers come to rest atop your clothed chest – his fingers squeezing at your tit gently as he rolled his hips against your ass. With a quick thrust, he buried himself with you and the sudden discomforting stretch paired with the pleasure of finally having your neglected cunt filled makes your breath catch in your throat.
He immediately sets a quick pace, thrusting himself in such a way that his cock brushed that delightful spot within your walls that sent sparks flying up your spine with every stroke. Pressed against your back, he never pulled himself free, instead preferring to keep at least his tip buried in your cunt as he rutted against you like an animal. It was intense and it was hot, and the little grunting breaths which met every roll of his hips filled the air just as quickly as the scent of sex and sweat.
“I haven’t been fucked like this in a long time.” You gasp out between thrusts, your scrambling fingers laying atop his as he continued to squeeze at your chest through your silk shirt. “I’m glad you frightened off that other guy if this is the reward I get for making a good choice.”
x-x-x-x-x
Sitting at his original booth with a blank expression, Jonathan had watched with vague amusement as Edward wheedled his way into the attractive brunette’s graces. It was impressive how easily Edward could compartmentalise his own narcissism to feign interest in another to fulfil his more primal needs.
Charm was a skill which could be as learned as trigonometry and his own experiences had taught him that it was much easier to catch flies with honey than vinegar.
Catching the attention of a passing waitress, Jonathan narrowed his features in clear disgust as he set about getting his revenge.
“Radio and tell Cobblepot that Jonathan Crane has just watched two of his patrons disappear into the ground level supply closet and that they did not seem intent on paying their tabs once finished. Tell him he owes me for this tip.”
Recognising the name with a fearful shudder, the waitress nodded as her hands flew to the small black radio which every waitress had fitted to their uniforms as she flitted off to relay the message.
Smirking to himself as he took a sip of his whisky sour, Jonathan angled his body within the booth to offer himself the best view of the corridor leading to the supply closet as he awaited the eventual fireworks which he had just lit the fuse of in an unbridled show of pettiness.
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could I request Capullo riddler getting rimmed and fingered by a femdom reader? 👉👈 obsessed with the idea of pegging him admittedly but having him ride someone’s tongue/fingers sounds,,,,, fun :)
Devour You Whole
Capullo!Riddler x Fem!Reader, word count: 650
hi can i just say. i love you, your brain is huge, and this was FUCKIN DELICIOUS to imagine (also do you know how long i wrestled with which word to use for... yeah hkjhasd) 🩷💚
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minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: fingering, rimming, sub/dom dynamics
"Ah-ah, ah, ah... aaaah... shit, that stings."
You relieved some of the pressure, pulling your nails from the skin of his thighs, but kept your fingers pressed to them, holding him in position, spreading him apart. You preferred to have a good view of the delicacy before you, and you liked him to be stretched wide open, submissive and vulnerable.
"Now, now, Eddie. There's no need to swear. Be a good boy and apologise."
You could almost hear his stubborn frown, even if you couldn't see it. That was part of the joy for him though, and you. Watching the God-Complex of Edward Nygma be torn down as he obeyed his mistress, but not without a little bit of pushback. Typical behaviour from someone who embodied the term 'brat'.
"So-HO-ORRY!"
The last vowel was elongated, stretched out to a gasping whimper as you dove back between his cheeks, your tongue lapping at his entrance, pointed, firm and pressing in and out. Pulling back once more, you licked your lips as you took in the view. His dark, almost auburn hair around his cheeks and his sweet, puckered hole was matted in various swirls, coated in your saliva. Each movement he made, each tensing of his body as he waited for you to start again had him gaping, only slightly.
Watching him tremble at the touch, you circled your finger around his hole, pressing flat against his puckering, desperate opening. You leaned in closer, the heat, the slightly dirty scent, the taste of him lingering on your tongue, all of it making you lightheaded almost. Your own arousal growing, clit throbbing, lips thick and swollen, coated in your slick as you found yourself grinding in the air.
With one finger, delicate but still commanding, you opened him up slightly, one knuckle deep as he hissed, back arching, fingers in a white knuckle grip on the sheets he lay on. Before you knew it, he was lowering himself, pushing his hips down, another knuckle disappearing inside of him, warm, sweating, sticky and very welcoming.
He noticed,at some point, that he was pushing himself down on your finger, sliding back up gently, slowly, fucking himself with you. That wouldn't do, not for Eddie, even when he was supposed to be under your control and behaving like a good, obedient, boy.
"B-back to... your tongue..."
Moving your head back from him, you sat in silent, expectantly. And eventually he picked up on the cue.
"Use your tongue, please."
He almost spat the word, and you considered punishing him for the attitude, but it was better than he usually was, and you were desperate to get back to the task at hand. So you buried your nose between the apex of his cheeks, laying your tongue flat against him and noting the wrinkled texture of his hole, the little hairs against your lips as you closed around him, sucking and lapping at him as he whined.
Taking a quick glance, you saw he had wrapped one hand around his cock, stroking it hard and swift, the motion causing his balls to tap against your forehead. He was close, you could tell. THe way he bucked his hips, rolling them forward as he forced himself down onto your tongue, controlling you, even though you were the one with the power.
His free hand fumbled for your hair, trying to get a grip on you, but you leant the opposite way, refusing to let him get any kind of leverage over you. He mumbled past deep,heavy breaths, something rude and derogatory.
"You little bitch."
When you laughed, vibrating against him, he apologised immediately. He was so close, enough that he knew it would be a foolish move to disobey you, to have you stop right at the point of climax. He was learning. But still not smart enough to realise that you were willing to anything for a chance to devour him.
#finnie writes#riddler#the riddler#riddler x reader#riddler x you#edward nygma#zero year riddler#zero year!riddler#capullo riddler#capullo!riddler#riddler smut
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Riddle to Solve
BTAS! Riddler x Named Female Reader
1.5k words: Reader hasn't seen Edward Nygma since they both lost their jobs at Competitron. Suddenly seeing him after two years forces a lot of unresolved feelings to come to the surface, for Eddie and Luna both. Did your feelings for each other matter then? Do they matter now?
This was made as a swap with an anonymous Discord friend <3. Their OC is named Luna, but this fic is first person and could be read as a "named" reader.
CW: suggestive thoughts from the rizzler, hurt/comfort, edward nygma being arrogant as per usual
“L-Luna?”
You turn, recognizing that voice almost instantly. “Eddie?”
The both of you stare at each other for a moment, almost making sure the other is real, before mirrored wide grins split your faces. The heart in your chest beats faster as you realize the expression is his genuine, real smile, the one only you could pull out of him. He's truly happy to see you.
Your bodies approach each other quickly, drawn like magnets. Your momentum almost makes you look like you are going in for a hug, your arms swinging forward…but you stop just shy of touching the other.
You both sit in silence for a moment, taking the other in up close. A slight blush makes its way onto your face, but you can't help it. He looks good. His ginger hair is more loose than it had been when she had last seen him at Competitron. Fluffier, more free…it makes your hands twitch with the want to bury themselves in the shining, copper locks. His face remains as handsome as ever, with his adorable button nose, but his clothes…
He always wore a striped shirt with suspenders when she had worked with him. Cute, but more apt for Wall Street than what you expected of him. This outfit…your mouth goes dry when you take it in.
A dark green sweater adorns his slight torso, loose on his body but tucked into tight grey slacks match his long overcoat. The lines of his clothes highlight his tall, lean body. He looks professional for the most part, aside from the purple driving gloves. You do your best to contain your thoughts about those before making eye contact with Ed once more. A feeling of satisfaction spreads through your body when you realize that his cheeks are reddening just as yours are.
Ed is embarrassed about his own blush, if he could be frank. It started when he caught you just as you were walking away, recognizing your shape from behind almost instantly and calling out to you. While he doesn't want to admit that that was his reasoning for recognizing you, can you blame him?
He had to wait behind you in enough queues, see you bent over enough desks in those tight skirts you wear, that he has an entire section of his mind dedicated to fantasies about your ass. Some days he had to actively keep himself from reaching out, winding his hands around you, and bringing you back against him just to feel that delicious curve. He kept it secret, of course, he did his best to keep things professional when you worked with each other.
But after the initial onslaught of familiar thoughts…Edward was blinded by the glow of your smiling face again as you turned, and that handily won out over anything else in his mind. Your gorgeous, dark hair was up in a ponytail today, shining in the sunlight and swinging behind you as you moved towards him.
He watched you adjust your glasses nervously with a blush after you stopped in front of him, and it filled his lonely heart with a glee he hasn't felt in more than a year. But he immediately chastises himself…he needs to do his best to keep distance from you. He still has plans he needs to fulfill, and he can't allow you to be involved. What if you were hurt, in the process? What if you saw what he's become in his exile?
The voice that you remember being full of mischief, arrogance, and, dare you say it, warmth suddenly sounds distant and aloof.
“Luna, it is…good to see you.”
Steadying yourself, you hold back your initial reaction to his presence and instead analyze his words, his tone, and his body language. If that's all he has to say to you, after years apart, after radio silence…then you refuse to give him any reaction he may want. Your tone mirrors his-professional.
“Yes, Mister Nygma, it is nice to see you again after so long.”
You see how he goes almost stiff when you call him Mister Nygma, his back straightening and his eyes turning dark before his face becomes impassive. But, instead of letting him respond, you continue after a beat of silence, curiosity at his presence winning out over pettiness.
“What brings you to Gotham?”
His previous demeanor relaxes a bit, and he almost looks…nervous.
“Oh! Well…I suppose I've always heard interesting whispers about this city. And with recent rumors I've been…drawn here for some reason. After everything that happened…”
He trails off, and you can tell his racing mind is reliving the trauma of losing it all in one day, just as you had. Competitron, as your former place of work, used to be everything to the both of you. Ed came up with all of the riddles, but you helped him with the art direction. Your mind would interpret his gorgeous thoughts into a visual reality, and the code you both worked on made it an actual reality, on screen at least.
But then the layoffs started. First it was a few lower level people…and then a few close coworkers. And then…suddenly, you walked in one day and were told to pack your bags. Years of working for them, for giving it all to make the Minotaur game, and they just brushed you away. You still find yourself frustrated and angry about it, even after getting a new job. The only credit you received was a footnote at the end of the game.
And Ed…well…it wasn't public news, but he gave Mockridge hell over both your sacking and the lack of royalties for your work. He was planning to sue them, for the both of you. And then…he was fired too.
You heard the news and tried to call him, but he was just gone. And you haven't seen him for two years until just now, when Competitron has been rumored to be moving to Gotham. The coincidence is too much to ignore.
“Edward…”
He seems to startle at your use of his full name, something that you usually only did during arguments or serious conversations.
“...I-I know that what Mockridge did to us hurt. I still have trouble getting over it, myself. But, don't let his heinous actions rule your life. I'm glad to see you, but if you're only here to harass our former boss-”
Ed stiffens again and cuts you off, “Well, I'm sorry that I can't get over that-that cretin taking credit for my work.” He spits out the words, moving closer to you almost in anger.
You glare up at him, furious, now, “You mean our work. If you try to take even that from me after I lost my job and my L-” you stop yourself from admitting the truth of what you had felt for him, then. He notices your slip, but doesn't comment. “-my best friend…” your eyes are full of tears now. Frustrated tears. Dejected tears. How could he not notice you when you are right in front of him? What has blinded him for two years so much that he hasn't even sent a letter?
“...then I don't think we have anything else to discuss. I wish you well, Edward Nygma. B-be kind to yourself.” And you turn, prepared to leave. Two years apparently haven't changed your feelings towards him, if your racing, broken heart is any indication, but you've now realized you wasted that time pining for him after seeing him now. He is only focused on himself and what he lost…and maybe he always was.
You are stopped, suddenly, from retreating by a gloved hand wrapping, gently, around your arm. “Luna…”
Chastising yourself for wasting even one more moment on someone who obviously won't even let you leave with your dignity, you freeze in place but don't turn. “I would prefer to go, Eddie.” You bite out the nickname that used to make him tease you, used to make him blush, even, just to get some petty revenge out of this horrid day.
The hand on your arm trembles, and it makes you pause. You had planned to shake your arm out of his grasp and leave, quickly, to go cry in your apartment…but then you hear his voice once more. Quietly, almost whispering, Edward Nygma says, “Please.”
You almost collapse hearing the syllables leave his mouth, and turn to see the man that uttered them. In only the few moments between you turning to leave and his plea, Eddie was a changed man. His face is pale, and his expression looks pained. Green eyes that were closed off and arrogant are now surprisingly open, shining with an expression you can't name.
“You did not deserve that reaction from me after all that we meant to each other. I'm sorry.”
Frankly? You are gobsmacked. Edward Nygma just apologized to you. At least he acknowledged and validated your feelings about his treatment of you…but it still feels like it isn't enough. “Eddie, I appreciate your apology, but I hope you can see that your behavior was not something I expect of a friend.”
You do end up wrenching your arm away from his grasp, making him wince. “If you want to come back into my life, after leaving me for two years-” your voice chokes out the last words, the reality of everything crashing in around you, “-and treat me like I was just a coworker, and not someone who you trusted, as I did you?”
A sniffle leaves you, trying to hold back your tears, “Then I would rather you save the honeyed, practiced words and just leave. I can't take you playing with my good will towards you, again.”
And as you are about to embarrass yourself and sob in front of him, emotionally confused, partly, but mainly sad…his arms bring you to him. You are enveloped in them. He keeps you there, for a moment. His steady breathing and calming, familiar scent ground you. And then, one of his gloved hands moves to the side of your head, gently leading you to look up at him, “No playing. No games. No riddles.”
His green eyes are shining, “I am truly sorry. The moment you turned, I was reminded of the last time I had to see you go, the pain that came with it. I-I initially tried to push you away because I do have secrets, Luna.”
You try to talk, but he cuts you off, “I can't tell you about them…not now. But I can't let you walk away, again, either.” His expression is torn, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes full of desperation for some sort of answer to his quandary.
Both of you are dancing around your feelings, for now. But…you can tell he does feel the same, truly, he must. You can't leave the man you love so desperately confused. Your hand reaches up, mirroring his hold on you and gently making him look down, “Then…let's just get some coffee together.”
His eyes are full of hope, gleaming with affection at your answer, “Do you still like it the same way?”
You chuckle, “Of course, I haven't changed much since you last saw me.” You blush, again, worried that standing still would make him lose interest in you, somehow.
He releases you, and you do the same to him, but he stays close. His eyes trace up and down your body, sticking to your chest for just a moment before meeting yours once more. “Oh I don't know about that…”
He chuckles, holding out his hand for you to take, a smirk adorning his face, “...you seem changed. More sure, more independent.”
You take his hand, and you begin walking together to the nearest cafe. He winks, “A most brilliant riddle for me to solve.”
#lawrites#riddler x reader#x reader#riddler#edward nygma#btas riddler#btas riddler x reader#is this...my first non plus size reader fic????#omg baby's first!!!#though this is more body neutral???#But EYE know what Luna looks like lol#batman rogues x reader#the riddler x reader
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These are for Riddlers (Gotham, BTAS, Capullo, Arkham)
He has a crush on another villain henchwoman, they got along pretty well. Unfortunately her boss is sleazy so when they're having a conversation he goes to her and slaps her ass saying it's time to go back to work. It's visible she's trying very much to not slap him in the face.
"Unprofessional" Gotham, BTAS, Capullo, Arkham x f!reader
Reading this prompt I felt my gut clench and my brain go 🔪
Gotham
- "Excuse you, yes, excuse YOU, sir. You need to apologize. Now."
- He's going to verbally tear this boss a new one. Why it's disgusting, why he should be ashamed, why it's unprofessional-
- If the boss gives him any lip or aggression, Edward seemingly laughs it off before shooting him. Can't teach stupid, he supposes!
- He looks at the body. Then at you. Flushing. Well. This is awkward. Do you need a new job? He could give you a new job.
- Mentally, he figures, crush on you, you work for him, you see how lovely he is and then you fall in love! Win-win for everyone! It's logical!
- Maybe he could even get you some sort of uniform that matches his aesthetic... You two could be hot and MATCHING. Would you let him dress you?
- If you don't want to work for him, he might look a little hurt but! He's understanding! Just because you care about someone doesn't mean you'd work well together, after all.
- He does politely and calmly threaten whoever the new boss is by telling them what happened when the last one got fresh with you. A riddle and a smile. Don't fuck with his crush.
Btas
- He's asking you to leave the room. His expression is dark. Much more serious than you'd come to expect from him. He's gripping his cane tight.
- Even if you get close to the door, you can't hear much. Voices are angry but low. You might be able to make out your name before footsteps are rapidly approaching the door.
- "Come along, dear." He tells you curtly, "I can't in good conscience leave you with such a moronic brute." He seems very ruffled as he stands there.
- Your boss is already following him out, telling him to mind his business. Some misogynistic nonsense about that being why he hired you. That you should be grateful-
- Edward turns to your boss, almost hissing, "And YOU should be grateful that you're not the next subject of my devices. Perhaps you'd like a closer look at my newest inventions?"
- Your boss is quiet. He gulps. Edward huffs before holding out his hand to you.
- He's patting your arm as you walk out, "I apologize for losing my temper. I couldn't let him treat you that way. Anyone-" His face flushes.
- If you gave him a kiss on the cheek, he'll go red up to the ears.
Capullo/Zero Year
- You notice the smile disappear off his face. His eyes are cold. Calculating. Thinking of every scenario and ending. The smile reappears.
- He turns to you, "How would you like to make double what you do now?" It's a job offer. When your boss panics and tells him, he can't just do that- Edward barks a laugh, "Of course I can."
- You accept. It's not exactly a difficult decision. He goes on to praise you, saying that he was meaning to snatch you away anyways (a lie only he knows). You're intelligent, witty, capable, hard working- not to mention pleasant on the eyes (not a lie).
- He continues to your now-ex boss, "Did you know traditionally, under certain laws of the world, theft was punishable by amputation of the hands? I just remembered that right now, as I saw you touching something that was mine and not yours. How funny."
The boss panics, "You trying to threaten me, Nygma? She was still my employee when I-"
"Oh, please." Edward rolls his eyes, "Don't confuse this for some two-bit villainous monologue. I'm telling you plainly: touch her again and you lose an appendage. Consider the warning a symbol of my gracious and forgiving nature."
- and there he is, offering his arm to you as if he didn't almost gleefully promise a man bodily harm in your honor. If you hesitate, he grins wider, "Fear not, I would never cut off such pretty hands for gracing me with your touch."
- You can't help but roll your eyes and take his arm. He looks so smug and proud of himself.
Arkham
- He's actually not saying anything at first. You can sense he disapproves but he waits for you to make a move. If you did slap your boss, he would absolutely be at your side with an electrical stun device to protect you from retaliation.
- Otherwise, he's going to make some snarky comment such as, "Did you really call me here just to show off your hormone-addled business practices? Do you actually do work here or just sexually harass your employees?" Something not outright confrontational (for him), but definitely showing that the boss shouldn't do that again.
- Yet as he watches you walk away, he feels his fingers twitching, aching to work. To tell you how you deserve better than some machismo beast who can't even rub two brain-cells together as he apparently can his pathetic, minuscule-
- The more he thinks on it long after, in fact, the more anger he feels. Lots of rambling and raving to himself in his workshop until he has to stop what he was truly working on to begin a new project. A form of retribution to those who can't keep their hands to themselves.
- The next time you see your boss, he's got multiple broken, bandaged fingers and an apology for you. If you're particularly observant, you can see a discarded riddler trap in the trash can. Bloodied. Some kind of note- you can only guess the contents.
- You, on the other hand, have one "anonymous" metal rose waiting for you somewhere you'll find it. The welding is a little messy, but the petals are smoothly curved. For someone so intent on shouting his prowess all the time, his tender feelings are surprisingly... quiet.
#riddler#edward nygma#gotham riddler#btas riddler#arkham riddler#zero year riddler#foxwriting#x f!reader
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Hope you don't mind but can ya write Arkham-verse Scarecrow & Riddler with S/O who was a former Arkham Security Guard before they fell for them and later joined them?
after this is posted i'm rewarding (actually punishing) myself by playing iron banner
Arkhamverse! Riddler & Scarecrow x reader
Warnings / Notes: uhhhhhhhhh captivity is briefly mentioned lol and riddler is a lil bitch
SCARECROW
- Before the croc incident, Many guards avoided dealing with Jonathan more than was necessary. He knows how to get under people’s skin, he doesn’t need his toxin to scare people. People that had dealt with him in the past knew this. The Toxin just made his job easier, more effective.
- So guards took turns dealing with him so that no one had to be with him too much. Especially after he managed to poison his doctor with fear toxin he disguised as cologne.
- But you found him intirguing. Fear is a strong motivator. You knew this, working as a guard – A lot of them would try to scare patients into obedience, which worked. It obviously didn’t work on Jonathan, which frustrated some of the guards. Your approach with him was more polite, if anything.
- But it was just that all hell broke loose on arkham island when you were sick at home. You wouldn’t have even known about it if it wasn’t for the news being all about it. Of course word came from your coworkers that Crane was nowhere to be found, but a bag of his toxin and mask was laying in the sewers, where croc was. You assumed the worst.
- As far as everyone was concerned, The scarecrow – Jonathan Crane was dead. Until he showed up, his face replaced by burlap and thread.
Hiding behind barrels of what you presumed were fear toxin, you held your breath. Your colleagues always said your curiosity would be the death of you. It surely started to seem that way as you listened to Jonathan Crane’s gravelly voice as he talked to someone – a soldier? He didn’t seem the type to work with soldiers. But then again, it’s been quite a long time since he ‘died’.
“May I help you?”
In your panic, you hadn’t heard the soldier leave and footsteps approach you. Looking up, you were met with blank, milky eyes and the sight of four needles attached to a gauntlet. You’d admire the craftsmanship if it weren’t for the fact that they were dangerously close to your face.
- Were you drugged? Probably. You don’t really remember.
- what started out as captivity turned into you helping around in Gotham before his announcement of, well, feargassing Gotham.
- When did feelings join the equation? A bit before halloween. Did you make them known? Not exactly. Jonathan didn’t seem like the person to bother with feelings that weren’t fear or terror. But you swore you could catch him quietly chuckle at some of your quips or comments.
RIDDLER
- You were probably one of the only people that actually bothered with his riddles – whether you got it wrong or right, you would try to answer them. ‘Maybe it’ll keep him off my skin’ you thought. It did not.
- If anything, it made him bother you even more. If you got them wrong, he’d obviously insult you, but if you got them right…? He would compliment you as if you were a stupid child. Very demeaning.
“Mr. Nygma, I’ve brought you your food.” You said nonchalantly, setting the tray on a table. Nygma quite often refused to eat in the cafeteria – said something about being surrounded by complete morons and how he could feel his braincells dying the more he had to spend time in there. So, As you seemed to be the only guard that didn't care about his insults on your intelligence, you volunteered to be the one to bring him his food. Arkham wasn’t exactly known for bending to the patient’s wills, but as much as Edward wouldn’t attack you, no one wanted to listen to his insults.
“I have billions of eyes, Yet I live in darkness. I have millions of ears, yet only four lobes. I have no muscle, yet I rule two hemispheres. What am I?” Edward’s voice echoed.
“Ah, the… the human brain? Right?” You guessed, facing to look at edward. He simply gave a quiet “hmph.” And resumed reading his book. Turning around, you left.
-time skip to when either he escapes or you helped him escape. Why did you help him? Not even you knew how or why, but you fell for him. Hard.
- Trying to see if he felt anything towards you was hard. Especially since he would avoid answering some of your questions and being… well, himself, with his riddles and big words.
- When you began actively helping him with placing his trophies around Arkham city, bringing him whatever tools he needed, he seemed to start… relaxing in your prescense? Atleast he wasn’t as irritated in your prescense as he was before. A good sign, hopefully.
#arkhamverse scarecrow x reader#arkhamverse riddler x reader#jonathan crane x reader#the riddler x reader#scarecrow x reader#edward nygma x reader
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Ships 100% Going into the Bracket:
[I will be checking spellings at a later point, as well as ages and familial relations. So as long as everyone followed directions, these will be going into the bracket.]
With Nine Submissions:
Kim Dokja x Yoo Joonghuyk from Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint
With Eight Submissions:
Percy Jackson x Annabeth Chase from The Percy Jackson Series
Gideon Nav x Harrowhark Nonagesimus from The Locked Tomb Series
Yang Xiao Long x Blake Belladonna from RWBY
With Seven Submissions:
Adora x Catra from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power
@bracket-bracket x @thecompetitionshowdowntournament x @ultimate-poll-tournament from tumblr.com
Evan Buckley x Eddie Diaz from 911
With Six Submissions:
Fred Jones x Daphne Blake x Velma Dinkley x Norville “Shaggy” Rogers from Scooby-Doo
Luz Noceda x Amity Blight from The Owl House
Lance x Keith from Voltron: Legendary Defender
With Five Submissions
Marinette Dupain-Cheng[Ladybug] x Adrien Agreste[Chat Noir] from Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir [Miraculous Ladybug]
Kazuki Kurusu x Rei Suwa from Buddy Daddies
With Four Submissions
Jack Harkness x Rose Tyler x The Ninth Doctor from Doctor Who
Link x Zelda from The Legend of Zelda
Eda Clawthorne x Raine Whispers from The Owl House
Phoenix Wright x Miles Edgeworth from Ace Attorney
Hiyori Suzumi x Yujiro Someya x Aizo Shibasaki from Honeyworks
Naruto Uzumaki x Sasuke Uchiha from Naruto
Nomi Marks x Amanita Caplan from Sense8
Mike Wheeler x Will Byers from Stranger Things
Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley from Stranger Things
With Three Submissions
Laura Moon x Mad Sweeney from American Gods
Caitlyn Kiramann x Vi from Arcane
Troy Barnes x Abed Nadir from Community
Imogen Temult x Laudna from Critical Role
Edward Nygma x Oswald Cobblepot from Gotham
Will Solace x Nico Di Angelo from Heroes of Olympus
Hikaru Indou x Yoshiki Tsukajinaka from Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu
Will Parry x Lyra Silvertongue from His Dark Materials
Rose Lalonde x Kanaya Maryam from Homestuck
Gon Freecss x Killua Zoldyck from Hunter x Hunter
Dustfinger x Resa from Inkheart
Gimli x Legolas from Lord of the Rings
Merlin x Arthur Pendragon from Merlin
Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shouto from Boku No Hero Academia[My Hero Academia]
Todoroki Touya[Dabi] x Takami Keigo[Hawks] from Boku No Hero Academia[My Hero Academia]
KJ Brandman x Mac Coyle from Paper Girls
Perfuma x Scorpia from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power
Reki Kyan x Langa Hasegawa from Sk8 the Infinity
Korra x Asami from The Legend of Korra
Dream x Hob from The Sandman
Enid Sinclair x Wednesday Addams from Wednesday
Buffy Summers x Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Caleb Widowgast x Essek Thelyss from Critical Role
Eddie Kaspbrak x Richie Tozier from It
Bugs Bunny x Daffy Duck from Looney Tunes
Magnus Chase x Alex Fierro from Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard
Bakugou Katsuki x Kirishima Eijirou from Boku No Hero Academia[My Hero Academia]
Dean Winchester x Castiel from Supernatural
Thats 49 ships guaranteed for entry into the bracket.
That leaves 15 ships to be added. It’s currently Sunday, so I will leave submissions open until Tuesday, April 4th at 11:59pm EST. With the likelihood of needing more ships to qualify, a few preliminary rounds will take place using ships that only have 2 submissions each. Those will commence after submissions have closed.
The ships listed above do not need any more submissions to qualify, so send in propaganda for ships you don’t see!
#so many ships y’all#this took me like 2 hours (I was eating in the middle) to compile and probably organize in my sheets#properly not probably lmao
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Certain Dark Things Table of Contents
Edward Nashton x Female!Reader
18+; MINORS DNI!
Edward moves into your apartment building and starts frequenting the diner in which you work. As he gets to know you, he develops an unhealthy obsession and begins stalking you. After weeks of watching you and breaking into your apartment, he decides he wants to keep you.
CHAPTERS ALSO ON AO3
Chapter 1: The Shadow, Pt. I
Chapter 2: The Soul, Pt. I
Chapter 3: The Shadow, Pt. II
Chapter 4: The Soul, Pt. II
Chapter 5: Salt-rose or Topaz
Chapter 6: The Arrow of Carnations the Fire Shoots Off
Chapter 7: To Be Loved
Chapter 8: In Secret
Chapter 9: Hidden Flowers
Chapter 10: The Plant That Never Blooms
Chapter 11: Carries in Itself the Light
Chapter 12: Risen from the Earth
Chapter 13: A Certain Solid Fragrance
Chapter 14: Thanks to Your Love
Chapter 15: Lives Darkly in My Body
Chapter 16: Without Knowing How
Chapter 17: I Know
Chapter 18: I Fall Asleep
Chapter 19: I Do Not Love You
Chapter 20: No Other Way
Chapter 21: So Close
Chapter 22: Your Eyes Close
Epilogue
#edward nashton x reader#riddler x reader#edward nygma x reader#the batman#fanfic#paul dano#certain dark things#dearviper
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Hello there!! Eddie the editor invites you all to read our fic Hell Also Has a Spectrum, he worked so hard on it and he would adore for more of you to read it and give it some love!! ♡
#the riddler#edward nashton#paul dano riddler#the batman#edward nygma#el rata alada#danonation#fanfic#the riddler x reader#riddler fanfic#dark fic
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First Day
Edward Nygma x FEM!Reader
Warnings: Nothing! Just fluff :)
It was your first day working for the GCPD. You were working as a record keeper because you were in need of a job and the woman that you were filling in for mysteriously disappeared. When you arrived, you walked into Captain Nathaniel Barnes’ office; He was supposed to show you around and have you meet some of your new coworkers. Your first stop was meeting James Gordon and Harvey Bullock.
“You must be the girl filling in for Kristen. Harvey, Harvey Bullock,” The man said sticking out his hand. You took his hand and gave him a firm shake.
“I’m Y/N L/N. Im assuming that you’re Jim then,” you ask turning to Jim,” I’ve heard many good things about you.” You shook his hand before Barnes interrupted.
“We should go. We still have to show her where she’ll be working.”
You smiled at the two men in front of you. “It was nice to meet you both!”
Barnes cut in front of you so you were able to follow behind him. He decided to skip over some of the other cops because he figured you’d meet them at some point while working. He was able give you a tour of the entire building other than the forensics lab. You figured that it was because maybe the forensic tech was busy or that they weren’t there but you got to meet Leslie Thompkins,the M.E, and saw a shadow of a man walking across the forensic lab.
The final stop was in the annex with all of the files where you will be working. Barnes gave you a list of tasks to do and left you be. You figured that because it was your first day, they would take it easy on you. The first task on the written list wrote,”Reorganize the files. Do NOT let the forensics guy reorganize the files.” It was confusing about why to not let the said man reorganize the files. You started with the filing cabinet closest to you. The files were completely out of alphabetical order. It was going to take a lot longer than you thought. You took each of the files out from that cabinet and set them on the floor, carefully putting each in alphabetical order. To keep everything organized, you wrote each of the letters that the last names begun with on a post it note and set them on top of the files; The “A” last names with the “A” post it. Once you finished sorting out the files on the floor from the first cabinet, you started putting the “A” last names in the first cabinet in alphabetical order. You were so focused that you didn’t even hear the door opening and closing behind you.
“Hello,” a soft male voice said from behind you, startling you a tad bit. “Whoopsies, didn’t mean to startle you!”You looked at the tall man standing by the door. He wasn’t one of the men that you had seen when taking the tour. He was tall and slender with dark brown hair. “What belongs to you but others use it more than you?”
“Your name,” you answered proud that you knew the answer. You enjoyed riddles though you weren’t the best at solving them.
“Correct,” he said pushing up his glasses with his finger, “Im Edward Nygma! I’m the forensic scientist. You are?”
“Y/N L/N! It’s very nice to meet you Mr. Nygma,” you shook his hand.
“I see that you’re organizing the files! Ms.Kringle didn’t like the way I had them organized either. if you tell me how you’re doing them I can help you,” he offered smiling at you and tilting his head a bit.
You smiled back at him while opening the second cabinet, sitting the new files on the floor. “I would absolutely love the help and the socialization. Are you sure? If you are busy please don’t feel obligated to help the new girl organize files,” you answer clearly ignoring the orders written on the paper.
“No problem at all! It was a slower day for me anyways,” he peaked down at the files on the floor,”so alphabetical order? Basic but okay. Let’s get to work!”
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“What can fly but doesn’t have wings,” Ed asked.
You peaked up at the clock on the wall: 8:30 PM. You and Ed had been organizing files and giving each other riddles since 11:00 that morning.
“Time. Oh crap! Ed, we should probably finish this tomorrow morning it’s getting late and I don’t want to keep you here with me. I apologize for keeping you this late in the first place.”
“I’ll go just as long as you won’t stay up all night working on these,” He stood up from sitting down and put a hand out for you to help you off the ground. You fixed your green pencil skirt and white top as you stood up. “Green is my favorite color,” he says pointing to your skirt. “Your skirt is pretty.”
His compliment made your cheeks go rosy and you could feel it. “Thank you! Green is a very pretty color.” You smiled at him as he held the door open for you as you both walked out of the annex.
“I am a type of bean, but not magic. I am something you can drink. What am I?”
“Coffee?”
“Coffee, correct! Ms. L/N, would you like to get coffee with me tomorrow morning before work?”
“I would absolutely love to.”
#edward nygma#gotham#gotham fanfic#ed nygma#riddler x you#riddler x reader#gotham x reader#edward nygma x reader#fanfic#gotham fandom#ed nygma x reader#james gordon#harvey bullock
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