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quandaryqueen · 1 year

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With Young Justice Riddler(or more if you want): He is coming home from a cuddly date with Y/N at the fair, and he realizes that his shirt smells like Y/N. So Eddie pulls his shirt up to his face to smell it before it fades away.

Lightheaded, lighthearted

Young Justice Edward Nygma X Reader

OHOHO this wil be good, to those who are requesting more of our pathetic baby YJ Eddie, I love you guys sooooo so much 💝✨

💚 It is most crucial to introduce major players in this little trip, so I won't refer these group fo people as solely 'your friends' throughout the whole narrative.

There's Lee, the horndog with the innuendos. but with that innocent face, no one suspected a thing and no one would believe you. The brightest, yet sometimes dimmest. Other than that, she's a sweetheart.

Diedre, the thrill seeker. Enables Lee a lot with her continuous spur of innuendos by adding fuel to the fire. A great cheerleader and pep talker, she is very encouraging and supporting, always the loudest in the crowd when it comes to showing support.

Nina, the stoic one, the sarcastic edge over lord. Mistress of dry humour, straight-faced and takes no shit. May look like she doesn't give a fuck, but don't let that fool you, she's the older sister friend that keeps everyone in check if she isn't the one enabling it, which is normally the case.

Marian, but she prefers to be called Macy, mom friend supreme. Sweet, warm, welcoming. Holds the metaphorical child-leashes in your friend group. Is placed under constant stress with either Lee, Diedre, Nina and you from your unique individual needs, circumstances, fuck ups and such.

💚 Carnival fairs!!! The food, the sights, the ambiance! The screams of children and adult alike as they course through the air from a highly questionable machinery that's probably overdue to repairs and maintenance... ITS FUN I SWEAR---

Well, you can always avoid the rides... But you have friends who are good in peer pressure, in which case, yes, you cannot avoid it. You can delay the rides by going elsewhere, but it won't take long until one of them hurls you in one of those the rides.

If you can tolerate/enjoy such activities, good for you. Your date on the other hand... Well, you gotta save it for last if you want him coherent, not vomitting and standing with two of his feet on the ground.

💚 And so while you're evading the carnival rides, Edward has taken to test himself with a few range-shooting games for fun. He's held a real gun before and aimed it at the Bat before, surely he can do it in a setting in which it's not really. Keyword, aimed, never shot. And he's only ever used it to intimidate anyways--but surely! Surely he can use a fake one! And besides, the targets aren't even moving... Unless the game is rigged, then it was not on him.

Anyways, there were five bullets loaded in the toy gun and you have a specific amount of targets to knock off a terrain to win a specific objects with points written on them. Ten points can win you a pen. Fifteen points you can win a snack. Twenty five points get a pencil case. Forty points can get you the fun ones, the stuffed points and boy, was he aiming for a one hundred to win youthe biggest stuff toy in there.

He has the gun in his hand, on a stance of what he thinks is the proper pose for a marksman.

Aim... Ready... Fire.

Aaaaand it missed. His aim was waaaay off. Upon firing, he catches the attention of your wandering friends and began to gather behind you. Knowing them full-well, they were going to heckle the fuck out of your poor man for the fun of it and though it's all in the name of fun and they don't really mean it, but you know how Edward can be a touch sensitive. Instead, Lee, Diedre and Nina stood behind scrutinizing the targets, then the operator, who has his eyes on you.

Whatever, he has four more shots.

... it didn't knock the target off the terrain.

Nina steps next to Edward and squints at the target for a moment, before turning to him.

"Try shooting that one," She points at the one at the edge, in which Edward follows and surely hits the target, but it didn't fell off. He empties the bullets, and it barely knocked it over. "Huh... The glue on that target sure is strong, ain't it Mister?" Nina points a barely concealed condescension at the operator, her accusatory gaze contorting to irritation when Macy smacked the sarcastic lass by the shoulder.

"I assure you, ma'am, they're not. See?" The operator demonstrates by picking up the target. Seeing satisfaction in Nina's eyes, he lowers the target back down.

"Sorry about that, Mister." Macy sheepishly smiles at him.

"Nah, I get it."

"I'll have another try."

Your friends glanced at your date with stunned faces. Oh he is determined to get you that damned stuffed animal, fuck his wallet.

💚 About five tries, not a point in his calibre and at this point, he was getting embarrassed. He is aware this might be rigged but at the same time, his ego was way to big for him to back down until he won the price. He is winning this for you, goddamnit! It feels as though he was playing basketball, and he has the ball and proclaims to you that this shot is for you, only for him to fail at shooting the ball in the ring and it just looks pathetic and to him, it symbolically equates his love for you being untrue. He doesn't know where he is pulling these bullshit from at this point, he is a mess.

"May I try?"

Edward flushed red when your hand lands on his arm and his determination and obligation to win this melted away. Of course he wasn't going to say no to you! Who would do such a thing?

"O-Of course!"

He hands you the gun and closely watched the concentration in your beautiful countenance scrutinize the target with sheer admiration in his eyes. Taking a deep breath, you squeezed the trigger.

For some reason, he wasn't that butt hurt. He initially thought he would, but not a speck of it was there. Instead, he felt proud and damn impressed. And his chest swelled at the memory of the sight of concentration in your features, how you somehow dropped from your usual self and into this unrecognisable, yet still beautiful side of you.

It was then Edward found out that your achievements were also your friends', as he almost jumped out of his skin when he heard them shriek behind him in excitement, shouting out words of support. But most of all, you actually did it! You sheepishly turned to them, rubbing the back of your neck whilst lowering the gun by the counter.

"HELL YEAH!"

"YOU GO BITCH!"

"WE KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!"

"WAY TO GO!"

"Oh come on you guys, it was just beginner's luck." You dismissively waved at them, before picking up the price by the counter. "This, is for you." You handed him the brown bear with a purple bow around its neck.

"T-thank you umm..." He swallows thickly, accepting the bear and pressing it to his chest. "I-uh... Good job! You did really well!"

"Aww, shucks..." You bit your lip before lightly nudging him. "I kept you in mind as an inspiration to win."

Edward stares at you with wide eyes. Have you now?

"I'm flattered, Y/N. I was actually... Um... The sentiment is mutual but uh, I kinda— y-ya know, failed." And it was pathetic.

"I know this sounds so cliché... But it's the thought that counts."

"OH MY GOSH, KARAOKE YOU GUYS!"

Diedre exclaimation bursts from the world you constructed with Edward where the only two of you exist at the moment. You were back in the present, where your friends began dragging both you and Edward to the said karaoke booth.

💚 The booth was small, but enough to fit six people if you are willing to squeeze against your seatmates... Or maybe sit on one's lap, that can work too and that's what you did. Edward was a touch flustered, but with enough convincing from you, he finally sat on your lap.

Anyways, songs were found and numbers were punched in. The microphone was functional in Diedre's hand and the machine was blaring the tracks you all know and love. At first, Edward was a touch too flustered to sing along with you and your friends. But as time comes, he finds himself singing as well, just not as loud as you were being. The microphone gets passed around during verse and chorus switch, in which Edward denied the microphone and instead passed it to someone else.

"But mama I'm in love with a criminal! And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical! Mama please don't cry, I will be alright! All reason aside, I just can't deny, love the guy~"

Diedre had always been fond of singing and she is one hell of a vocalist. But at times, she tends to be carried away and throw what she had learned from vocal classes and just scream lyrics with friends.

"IF YOU CAN SEE THAT I'M THE ONE WHO UNDERSTANDS YOU, BEEN HERE ALL ALONG SO WHY CAN'T YOU SEE—! YOU BELONG WITH ME, OOOH YOU BELONG WITH ME!!!"

Lee is a screamer, not a shred of vocal talent within her but she is an enthusiastic fellow who is passionate about it.

"Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words. Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song, telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song~"

Macy falls more into the soft, whispery singing voice suited for lullabies.

"Somebody, ooh, somebody! Can anybody find me somebody to looooooove!"

Nina and her rock and roll voice, of course. Chest voice is rich and she nails more of the guttural side of singing, but now and again, she belts out.

"Oh shut the fuck up you're winning in love." Nina shoves your face away from the microphone from singing the chorus, her gaze flickering to Edward, before she continues with the second verse.

They're already wilding at this stage, Edward wonder what could possibly happen if alcohol were to be involved...

💚 As the "the first one to get a sore throat" competition ensues, Edward couldn't help but to feel at ease at how your friends would include him in every activity you engage in. He doesn't feel lost in conversations, as they would provide him context.

He doesn't notice the way you wrapped your arms around his waist while he was seated in your lap until you temporarily unwrapped them and reached for something. He felt as though your arms were natural to be there, around his midsection. The moment he noticed, he was flaring red and one might assume because you were screaming the lyrics of Rihanna's S and M.

"You sure you don't wanna give it a go?" You grinned at Edward, offering the microphone. R

"Come on!"

"It'll be fun!"

"Pleaaaaase?"

"You don't have to," Macy reassures with an understanding look, as the instrumental of the last song begins.

... I mean, he might as well.

Upon reaching for the microphone, your friends began clapping and cheering. He isn't much of a singer but the way your friends hype up one another despite delivering an ear-piercing performance, they applaud to no end, so it does bring comfort to know that.

"I want your love and I want your revenge, you and me could write a bad romance!"

"WOAH OH OH OOOOOOH~~~" you and your friends sang along.

"I want your love and all your lover's revenge, you and me could write a bad romance!"

💚 After exiting the booth, the sights of the ride greets you once again, where it had Edward swallowing thickly when his eyes meet a Pirate ship ride filled with screaming attendants. Then there's a roller coaster, a big nope. Then there's the Ferris wheel, that's oddly fast instead of an idle spin, it resembled a human washing machine.

Then there's your friends, pointing at the said rides in excitement. This is where Edward has taken to hiding behind you again when your friends settled to ride the Pirate Ship. The ominous thing which swung back and fourth like a pendulum.

"Come on Edward, it'll be fun!" Lee encourages, lightly shaking him by his shoulders.

"I-I don't think I can—"

"If Y/N will ride, would you?"

Yes...

"Lee, don't force someone to do what they don't want to," Macy lightly scolds.

"You are riding, right Y/N?" Diedre asks, draping her arm around your shoulder and poking a finger in your cheek.

"Well yeah, sure why not?"

... well, suck it up, I guess.

"Dee," Macy glares at Diedre.

"I-I'll go." Edward blurts out.

"Are you sure?" You and Macy spoke in unison.

"Yes." No.

"Come on, I already bought tickets. Eddie's coming along, right?" Nina spoke from behind you after standing in line to get tickets.

"I am..."

"Are you sure?" You pulled him aside, clinging on his arm and looking deeply within his bespectacled gaze to search his reluctance, lo and behold, it was so fucking obvious.

"Y-Yes... Don't worry about me." Fucking. Help.

💚 With reassurances given to you and himself, he was strapped in his seat with you and Lee, who were seated on either side of him. White knuckling the metallic safety bar, he watches in horror as the seats were filled by other attendants and the sound of horns rings against his ears. Then, the ship started to swing and let me tell you, his stomach fucking dropped.

His first instinct was to screw his eyes shut and refused to let a sound from his throat. Behind him, he can hear Nina and Diedre cheering loudly, fucking egging the conductor to bring the ride at its fullest speed. Out of fear, he tucks his head against your neck and found his hand clutching your thigh. In all this terror, for a moment, felt him stabilizing when he felt you put a hand atop his...

Then, somehow, Nina and Diedre finally got what they want... Everyone boarding the ride who swore not to scream, screamed. Edward was a little thankful he wasn't the only one.

💚 Nina and Diedre were a touch disappointed when the ride came to end, but some others were rushing out of the ride and Edward was one of them. The ground seemingly swayed with every step and felt as though he had once again accidentally drank from the Mad Hatter's teacup. To lend him a sense of stability, you were once again by his side... Macy, being the concern mother hen she is, was also there. Whereareas Lee, Nina and Diedre were laughing about the experience... Not specifically Edward, but he was too disoriented to hear it.

"Oh my fucking, the girl behind me was screeching a church hymn." Diedre laughed, before nudging Nina. "You got that recorded, right?!"

"Sure did!" Nina holds her phone out.

"Oooh! I recorded too!" You looked over Lee, who possesses blackmail material with a glare.

"Who are you feeling?" Macy, not minding the noise behind her, has taken to seating Edward under a tree shaded bench. Rummaging through her back, she produces a zesty menthol essential oil before handing it to Edward. "Here, hold on to this for the time being. I'm going to get some water."

"Thank you..." Edward managed to croak as Macy turned away and make a beeline for the food stalls. Taking a light inhale from the uncapped bottle, he feels his nausea to lightly dissipate.

"I am so sorry about that..." Edward glances at you to find your apologetic face looking away.

"No, no, it's not your fault... It was my choice..." He weakly insists.

"Can I still make it up to you?" You looked up at him.

... Well if you're offering...

"Can I... Rest my head on your shoulder?" Edward chokes up for a moment, but felt a sense of comfort knowing you wouldn't say know.

Smiling, you tip your head aside your offer him your shoulder. Edward leans in and sighs in content, face flushing a deeper shade of red when you went an extra mile to wrap your arms around his torso. Unbeknownst to the both of you, certain cellphone welding friends were taking pictures.

💚 Upon feeling better, the whole group decided to stop by for some snacks, eat before going home. Edward had fun; he got to know more of you, the people you love, your interests, talents, befriended your friends, rode a dreaded ride... Cuddling up with you...

When he got home, he couldn't deny the smile on his face. He steps in his room, in the process of removing his jacket when he suddenly caught your scent. Stunned, he presses his nose on his jacket and breathes it in before he collapsed on his bed with a content sigh.

He was disrupted from his daydreams when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Curiously, he reaches for it and unlocks it, to find himself added to a group chat named 'Green Gang', the picture of the group being the photo you have taken after the damn ride... Lee, Diedre, Nina who looked as normal, while you, Macy and Edward were situated by the corner tending to him.

Lee: Hey :D

Lee: Just got home. I'll send some pics later (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Nina sent 30 photos

Diedre: Damn, I have like 3 or 5 pics 😂

Nina sent 30 photos

Nina sent 10 videos

Diedre: 😳

Lee: RIP phone storage

Macy: Still on the train. Are you okay now, Edward?

Edward froze... He swallows thickly, before typing up a reply.

Edward: Just got home. I'm doing great, thank you for taking care of me.

Lee: That's Macy for ya (⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

Edward: That was actually a great time, thank you for inviting me.

Diedre: We won't traumatise you next time 😁

Nina: That would be Y/N's job lmao

Edward couldn't help but to chuckle.

Y/N: Gang and I are like going out for a fun photoshoot. Wanna come?

Well duh.

Edward: I'd love to.

Another date, pinned on his calendar. He is fucking winning in life.

#edward nygma x you #edward nygma x reader #edward nygma #riddler x reader #dc x reader #dc x you #edward nigma #request #young justice riddler #young justice riddler x reader #anonymous #ocs #query #echo #query and echo #nina damfino #diedre vance

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march-harrigan · 1 year

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Posting the recent doll commissions starting with this set(which Finnie also posted a while back!)!

@finniestoncrane's OC, Conundrum and Arkham!Riddler

Art is by me and only to be used by Finnie. Do not repost or claim as yours.

#friend oc #edward nygma #edward nigma #the riddler #riddler #arkhamverse #batman arkham knight #oc x canon #riddler x oc #march draws

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kaibaspuppy · 1 year

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ouuugh... hello mr nigma sir...

#jack illustrates #kickin off the new year with the same ol stuff #selfship #self shipping #selfship art #selfship community #riddlespade #jackson spade #self insert #s/i #self insert art #self insert community #s/i x canon #oc x canon #selfship tag #dc tag #fave #r: edward nigma

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house-of-slayterr · 2 years

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I thought it would be funny so here’s some Incorrect quotes with the Gotham OC gang.

Tag: @howl-fantasies @flaysthings @keffirinne

Y/N : Any advice before Maggie and I fight?

Basil : Don’t wet yourself in public.

Y/N : Not the kind of advice I was looking for!

Maggie: You are irrationally angry 365 days a year.

Y/N: Well, that’s just your personal opinion, I don’t have anger issues. Do you guys think I have anger issues?

Basil : Well, I wouldn’t really call it an issue. An issue is something you can fix.

Maggie : Are they stupid?

Y/N : Yes, but they prefer to be called Basil .

(Please I’m screaming at this one)

Basil: I just ended a four-year relationship. Maggie: Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Basil: Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. It wasn’t my relationship. *Y/N and Victor fighting from across the room*

Victor: On the count of three, what's your favourite cake? One, two, three- Victor and Y/N, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks! Maggie: Our turn, Basil! One, two, three- vanilla! Basil, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.

(This one is scarily accurate)

*Jim and Harvey sitting in jail together* Harvey: So who should we call? Jim: I’d call Maggie, but I feel safer in jail

(Why are they in jail?)

Jim: You have to apologize to Harvey Maggie: Fine. Maggie: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

Ed: Is stabbing someone immoral? Oswald: Not if they consent to it. Basil: Depends on who you’re stabbing. Maggie: YES?!?

Ed: Oswald, I'm sad. Oswald: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay. Maggie: Basil, I'm sad. Basil, nodding: mood.

Ed: Oswald isn’t answering their phone Maggie: I’ll call Ed: Basil and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi- Oswald: Hello?

(Facts)

Oswald: I learned some very valuable lessons from this. Maggie: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away. Oswald: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God.

Maggie: Do you take constructive criticism? Victor: I only take cash or credit.

Maggie, driving Bruce and Selena: So how was your day? Selena: We almost got surprise adopted! Maggie: What? Bruce: We almost got kidnapped. Maggie: Oh, okay. Maggie: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

Maggie: What do you think Selena will do for a distraction? Bruce: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do. *Building explodes and several car alarms go off* Bruce: ... or they could do that.

Maggie: Hey, Y/N? Can I get some dating advice? Y/N: Just because I’m with Victor doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

Maggie: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? Harvey: Several traffic violations. Y/N: Three counts of resisting arrest. Basil: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Jim: Also, that’s not our car.

Y/N: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends. Oswald: ... Your what? Y/N: My friends. Butch: Are they saying “friends”? Tabitha: I think they're being sarcastic. Victor: No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Y/N! All of your friends are in this room. Y/N: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks.

*Calls Basil and Maggie*

Y/N: If you had to choose between Bruce and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose? Selena: That depends, how much money are we talking about? Bruce: Selena! Y/N: 63 cents. Selena: I'll take the money. Bruce: SELENA!!!!!!

An: This was so much fun omg! I'm literally dying!

#gotham #gotham oc #gotham imagine #gotham x reader #gotham incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #jim gordon #harvey bullock #y/n zsasz #victor zsasz #edward nigma #basil zor el #maggie #magnolia blossom #gotham villains

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candy-ship · 2 years

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So this was a commission for ME by ME for FREEEE baby hahaHAHAHAHA cringe is dead and this isn’t my main blog anyway

#zero year riddler #riddler #dc riddler #edward nygma #edward nigma #my art #dc #self insert #self ship #oc x canon #canon x si #f/o #doodles #sona

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riddles-and-diddles · 2 years

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Hey hey! Love to know how she became a criminal! Btw love your blog~

OMG this is amazing, i honestly love talking about my ocs so much!

But! Basically, Haylee was Assigned to arkham asylum to help and shadow other psychiatrist, but soon was moved to Arkham City to assign more inmates into the insane place, hell basically, she ran into the Riddler.

As that happened, he has stolen her phone that had held so much information based on the plans of what she was told to do (send people to their death, get tested on, etc..), basically using her phone as hostage. She then was put into the City, soon making Riddler feel sorry for her and saving her before Joker's clowns could get to her. His goon had brought her to him, soon he gently teased her and basically used her as a hostage to get batman's attention.

It doesnt work, she escapes and threatens Edward's life. He says she could work for him, make a true difference. Which.. She takes.

There'll be more updates as the Roleplay goes on, but im very happy with this so far!

#Character: Haylee #the riddler #riddler #arkham city #arkhamverse riddler #self insert #oc x canon #💚ziggy💚#edward nigma #edward nygma

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sl-newsie · 1 month

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Behind Masks (Dr. Jonathon Crane x OC) Ch. 6: Sympathy Empathy

“Good morning, everyone.”

It’s group therapy and the new perky voice almost startles me. I look up from the crossword Edward gave me to see a young blonde therapist carrying a handful of roses. When she reaches me her eyes light up.

“Oh! You must be Calico! My name is Dr. Harleen Quinzel and I will be overseeing your group session today.”

“Hello. Um, why the roses?”

“This is to help tap into your empathy,” Dr. Quinzel explains and hands me a rose.

While the idea is inventive all I can think of is the deadly beauty behind the rose’s thorns. Ivy clearly loves this exercise since she's cradling her own rose and Nigma’s apparently trying to write a dozen flower riddles.

“So what are we supposed to do with them?” I ask as I twirl the rose.

Dr. Quinzel smiles brightly. “Give them to someone and tell them you care about them.”

Ivy rolls her eyes and ignores the instructions to continue babying her rose. However Edward jumps up right away and holds his rose up to me.

“Calico, may I offer my sincere apologies for your unfortunate predicament here. Personally I feel your young naive mind is far too valuable to be torn apart in this Hellhole.”

I take the rose and offer a weak smile. “Thanks, Ed. If it weren’t for you guys my mind might have turned to jello by now.”

“I won’t allow that.”

I turn around and find Crane standing behind me with what almost looks like annoyance at Nigma. The geek smiles and goes back to work on his riddles. I guess group therapy is over… but I didn’t get to do the activity. Unless-

I lift up my own rose to Crane, who looks at it apprehensively.

“What’s this for?”

“Dr. Crane, I want to say that despite your twisted methods of psychological treatment and outrageous experiments I think you are a very smart man with a hidden conscience, even if you disagree.”

He finally takes the rose, still looking deeply perplexed, and tucks it away in his pocket. “Calico, time to go.”

“Why not take her to the basement, hm?” Ivy jabs. “Make her your mindless puppet.”

Crane ignores her and drags me out before Dr. Quinzel can interrupt.

“Why does Ivy keep mentioning the basement?”

“That’s for me to know and for you to stay out of, dear.” He opens the gate and scoffs. “Why on Earth do you subject yourself to boorish group exercises?”

“It was just a rose, Crane. No need to flatter yourself. I could have given it to anyone.”

“But you gave it to me.”

“Because you happened to be closest,” I say simply.

We enter the operating theater once again. I’ve lost count of how many experiments Crane’s performed but so far I’ve had to endure endless hours of criticism and shouting from hallucinations of my parents. Sometimes they appear as fuzzy visions that try to slap and mock me, sometimes all the toxin does is cause their shouting to ring in my ear. As usual I step up to wait next to the platform while Crane prepares today’s dose-

“Ow!”

A sharp pain jabs into my side. I look down and see a needle poking through my jumpsuit.

“What happened?” Dr. Crane asks without looking up.

“Got stabbed. Medical syringe by the looks of it.”

He stops working. “Wait. What color liquid was in the syringe?’

I look back at the needle and shrug. “Green.”

Crane’s head jerks up and he gets closer to look at the needle I’m referencing. “Oh God. That’s my newest toxin.” Suddenly he grabs my wrists and leads me to the wall. “Calico, you need to stand back. If you lie down it will take longer to filter through. I’m going to bind your hands so you don’t harm yourself.”

Why is he so shaken up? “I’ve dealt with fear before-”

“No, this dose is different. I haven’t finished working out the kinks. So far the test subjects have shown fear towards the things- or shall I say the people they favor.”

His words mull through my head. “So it reverses feelings of affection?”

Crane takes a minute to answer. “You could say so. Yes.”

Interesting. A toxin that turns love into fear. It’s cruel. Part of me admires Crane for wanting to fix it. Oh well. It can’t be as bad as any other dose I’ve-

“Pathetic. Lying. Ignorant.”

Th- That voice. It’s Crane’s voice. But he didn’t say it-

“Callie, Callie, the world’s biggest disappointing psychologist,” the voice growls again with delight.

Now I see it. It’s Dr. Crane, but it’s not. He’s standing in the shadowed corner and waves a scornful finger at me.

“You’re not real,” I try to say in a determined voice. It’s just like any other hallucination-

“I’m not like any hallucination, dear. I can hear your thoughts. You like this, don’t you? You like being my lab rat. Getting special treatment. But you’re just like any other warm body with a pulse for me to torture.”

No! He’s not- It’s not right. I hate it here! Having no connection to the outside, being forced to socialize with Ivy and Nigma, having to face those intriguing eyes every afternoon- No. I don’t like special treatment? This psycho is torturing me! Despite it being all for science… No!

Crane’s shadowy figure looms closer and I back up until the cold concrete presses against me, squeezing my eyes shut. I’ve dealt with fear… Why does this one feel different?!

“Calico, look at me.”

It’s Crane. The real one. Right? It sounds like the real one.

A warm hand gently grabs each of my shoulders. “Whatever you see is not real. It will never be real.”

I keep my eyes shut and shake my head. “How can you promise that?”

“Because I don’t hate you,” the doctor replies sternly.

I huff sarcastically at his words. “Good to know.”

“I’m serious.”

“Am I?” The figure in the corner asks. “Or am I just lying to make you more compatible? It’s worked so far.”

“Shut up!” I bark.

“I didn’t say anything,” the real Crane says in a confused tone.

“Not you. The other you.” I nod my head to the hallucination.

“You see a different version of me?” Crane does little to hide his surprise. “The toxin is twisting your mind to make it seem that I hate you.”

“No shit, genius!” I hiss.

By now the shadowy figure is looming over me. The tattered image of Crane shows glowing eyes as though a demon is staring through my soul. Of all people to hallucinate, why him? Perhaps it’s because I have no one else to have any amount of affection for. Granted I don’t own any hint of love for him, nor anyone. But the toxin’s effects dig out even my deepest thoughts that show my respect for him.

“How long does the toxin take to die out?”

“It should almost be done by now,” Dr. Crane says, still staring at me.

He’s right. The dark shadow’s taunts are fading and those demon eyes along with them. But that doesn’t erase the memory.

“There you are.” Crane’s voice pulls me from my thoughts and somehow soothes me. “Your eyes aren’t feral now. That’s it, deep breaths.” He slowly takes my arm to pull me up and lead me to the platform. “You should sit down now. I’ll check your vitals before giving you the proper dose.”

Dear God. Off of one poison and onto the next. If it weren’t for the last dose’s fatigue draining my energy I’d argue. Instead I follow his instructions and sit down before my legs give out. No doubt I’ll sleep heavily tonight.

“First your pulse.”

The doctor pulls up my sleeve and presses two fingers to my wrist. After a minute he jots down some notes and goes on to flash a light in my eye.

“Your reflexes are still active. How do you feel?”

“Like I just ran a marathon,” I reply, staring blankly at the wall behind him.

“I’ll arrange for a nutrient tablet.”

Crane pulls out the selected syringe and inserts it into my arm. Once again I’m faced with my parents yelling at me to improve.

“Calico Prentiss, you are a disgrace to our family!” Dad roars.

Compared to the terror I just experienced ten minutes ago this is child’s play.

“Based on your reaction I assume you’ve begun to overcome your Atychiphobia?” Crane comments.

“Slowly, yes.”

The doctor writes down more observations and I can tell there’s something else on his mind.

“It’s been bugging me. Why is it you’ve never been with anyone? Mommy and daddy prevented you from dating?” he asks with hidden mockery.

I roll my eyes. “Quite the opposite, actually. They tried to set me up with any rich snob they could find. After they died I tried dating again. People tell me it’s fun but it’s not enjoyable at all when the people I meet don’t know a gun from a stapler.”

“So you’re attracted to intelligence,” Crane says, not bothering to look up from his clipboard.

I’ve never thought of it that way. Sure, being around smart people is a given perk. But actually having attractiveness to them, that actually explains why I’ve never dated much.

“I suppose I am.”

He hums in response and goes on to pack up his equipment. Another day, another toxin.

Bang! Bang!

The sound of someone pounding against the metal door to my cell jolts me from a deep sleep. In a frantic state I jump up and find- Crane? Huh. Why would he be down here at this time of night? The only time he visits is for experiments.

Bang! He slams his head into the door and grips the bars.

“Jesus! What-? Dr. Crane, are you ok?”

Something’s amiss. I’ve seen Crane go crazy over watching me go through his toxins but this… I’ve never seen him this berserk. Almost like his mind is miles away.

“Not here.” The doctor finally looks up at me and I see a mix of pure terror and excitement in his disturbed blue eyes. “Not here, Calico. He’s not in right now…”

His eyes tell a wild story, shifting all around as if he’s seeing something I’m not. When he does make direct eye contact Crane almost seems to ask for help.

“Hey! Get back here!” A woman’s voice shouts.

Crane jerks his head at the voice and gives me one last silent plea before sprinting off down the dark hallway. Where-? What-? I have so many questions! I can’t just sit here!

I attempt to try and pick the lock just as an approaching flashlight beam blinds me. A woman in a police uniform walks up cautiously. When she sees me her eyes go wide.

“Oh my God! Isley was right! Crane does have a patient hidden back here!”

“What’s going on?” I ask urgently.

“My name is Detective Montoya. We’re here to investigate a call from Batman. Something about the basement.”

“I knew there was something in there but Dr. Crane never told me.”

Montoya sighs heavily and starts to pick the lock on my cell. “We found evidence that Dr. Crane has been dumping an unknown chemical into Gotham’s water supply. He has now been removed from the Arkham staff due to a sudden decline in mental health. How long have you been down here?”

Good question. How long have I been down here? I lost count after a month.

“I don’t know. Can’t see the sun.”

“I’ve heard of solitary confinement but this is inhumane.” Montoya opens the door and places a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Has he done anything to you? Touched you? Abused you?”

Do I tell her about the experiments? After all, they weren’t as harmful as I expected. If anything, addressing my past has only helped me more than hurt me. Besides, Crane already got sacked. He’s done for.

“No. He just locked me up because a corrupt judge wanted me to be kept quiet.”

The policewoman shines her light ahead and leads me up the stairs. “You have nothing to worry about, honey. Crane can’t hurt you anymore. Seems to me like you’re just as sane as I am.”

I shake my head. “I was never supposed to be here.” At this point who’s to say what is sane? A month ago I would have called everyone in this asylum crazy. But after talking with Ivy and Nigma I realize now that even crazy people can be nice. I daresay they might even be more humane than sane people.

“Don’t worry,” Montoya assures me. “I’m going to talk to Gordon about this and get you a proper attorney. In your case I suggest Rachel Dawes.”

Okie dokie.

#jonathon crane #jonathon crane x reader #dr jonathan crane #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow #poison ivy #the riddler #harley quinn #the joker #two face #the penguin #batman #batman begins #the dark knight #the dark knigth rises #gotham #gotham tv #cillian murphy

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3, 4, 14, 35, 38, 42, 49 for sophie x 🐧 and galina x pendleclowns (i'm absolutely obsessed with sophie lord her vibes are IMMACULATE 😩💖)

flkajlkfjwlkerj thank you for the ask!!!! and oh gosh PLS I'm sorry for the DC brainrot. I just come here and reblog a billion things and then disappear. Thank you for being a mutual and sticking through the years it seems flkawer. Also thank you for enjoying my dumb DC oc. I'm cringe but i'm free~ ALSO IT GOT LONG MY BAD

3. What was their first impression of each other?

I kind of answered this one already but I'll try to describe it a bit differently? flkaer I will copy and paste the first part though: So the verse I have them is G*tham at the 10-year time skip, so he's been out of Blackgate for maybe 6 months now?

So as far as when they both met neither was impressed with each other. He just thought she was a low lackey working for Black Mask and was at his club just snooping. Thought she was a complete amateur at her job, so like a spy or something. She on the other hand has no respect for him and was actually at his newly reopened club because she was trying to headhunt good bartenders LMAO. She literally showed up to steal his staff if they were good. So it was not good all around.

4. Who initiates affection? Why does the other not initiate affection as much?

Sophie does for sure! She's more confident and emotionally available than [Foghorn blares] But that's because she's had a better time in life than him for sure. And for 🐧 it probably has to do with what he's had to deal with in his past, so it's not even 'gotta be macho and keep up appearances' but more worried it could be a weakness. Has even been told it's a weakness for anything affectionate and love and he has even told others it's a weakness. So he's insecure and self-conscious about it so it's harder for him to be genuine about reaching out so to speak. But if it's fake affection or charm he has no problem being manipulating. But real affection and initiating it? He'd rather just kill the other person so there's no evidence. But he gets better later on.

14. Do they enjoy PDA, or are they more private with affection?

At the beginning no. Mainly because he makes it awkward and it pisses her off because she doesn't understand how a man older than her (if only slightly) can't just give a goddamn kiss! But they learn what each other likes and how to approach that it gets better and she especially likes when he kisses the back of her hand. But they're more private, yet if together long enough they'd be the couple who has no problem kissing in front of the henchmen.

35. Is their relationship a secret? If so, why?

lmaaaoooooooooo yes, ma'am, gotta keep it on the downlow! Although how do I describe it? It's sort of a screwball comedy at first because [redacted] is trying to get Sophie on his team to take back G*tham. But she won't join unless for a really, really good reason. But he knows she can be swayed by emotions so he thinks he can get her to like him and that'll work and it does but it backfires because he ends up liking her more. But there is no love in the time of gang wars so everything needs to look business and nothing personal to the outside world. He tried to play games and got fucked up.

38. Who’s got a quicker temper?

Oh. Easy. The dumb bird. 🐧 has temper tantrums still but she's a master of babysitting after working with Black Mask for so long.

42. What’s their relationship like with each other’s friends/families?

Well.... He has no family left and very few, if any, friends left. Except maybe Edward Nigma. So for Sophie she does get along with The Riddler. Probably because she's first of all a criminal also and has definitely done her fair share of bad things so she doesn't judge Edward or at least preaches to him about some of the shit he's done. Also, she's pretty smart and gets his references well enough. She's not good at riddles and doesn't care for puzzles but she understands what he's talking about so he recognizes that and it's good enough. And as far as 🐧 getting along with her friends/family- Well, like him her family has passed, but her friends she has a few and I haven't explored it all yet. Her friend that is someone else's OC who works at Arkham they'd probably get along, maybe? He'd probably be wary at first because obv he had the worst time when he was sent to Arkham. But with her other friend Mina, he'd probably find that friend annoying LOL. Mina is her oldest friend and comes before a lot of people so maybe he'd be jealous of how close they are.

49. Do they keep secrets from each other?

Oh for sure. [Foghorn noises] Schemes and manipulates, just does business on his own terms and his own ways and barely lets people in on the plot. Or at least the whole plot. Maybe he'll give a few things away but never the whole story. When he becomes more trusting of her and sees she's a good chess piece on the board that is G*tham he lets her in on more things.

And for her! LMAO well I made her a Homo Magi, so think Zatanna but not as powerful. But she's defiantly not telling him she can do magic, at least not for a while. That's a bargaining chip that's kept her alive so far with Black Mask so she keeps it close.

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hehehe and now for my terrible noble galina x PENDLECLOWNs

3. What was their first impression of each other?

I almost want to just say they all saw each other as wild, uncultivated. Uncultured. What have you. So Galina looking at all these people of Dunwall and especially the twins she's like just... They're petty and flounce around saying things but back up none of it except more nasty things. Just no action and they even are in poor taste by avoiding duels. Unmanly. And for the two clowns, they think of her just as uncultured and wild coming from Tyvia of all places. A frozen tundra thats basically a totalitarian police state who overthrew their nobility to turn, what they think, is like idk the equivalent if they have a novel in Dumbwall like Animal Farm. Because she is nobility but it's frowned upon now in Tyvia because of the island's history. So like shun her or make her feel unfit to be anything but common.

4. Who initiates affection? Why does the other not initiate affection as much?

Galina and Morgan do the most I'd like to think. Galina for sure as she likes the pleasures of flesh and generally just doing things that can be seen as barbaric or should not be shown in public. And Morgan simply because he's the better of the two twins, imo, in the head at least when it comes to affection. ALTHOUGH Galina would much rather have Custis be the more affectionate one. And who knows why he doesn't initiate it more, maybe he's jealous of how easy it is for Morgan and Galina to be with each other, and when he tries he fails. He gives up easily and would rather have to put no work into any sort of relationship so he'll just go to the golden cat instead.

14. Do they enjoy PDA, or are they more private with affection?

Galina for sure, then Morgan, and lastly Custis. Also, it's probably more private on the whole as everyone has to keep up their appearances. But Galina will defiantly do it just to get a rise or to be shocking, or to be annoying in public, especially at a party. But real genuine PDA is more private if that makes sense? Like if she's been invited to their manor she and the twins have no problem kissing in front of staff at some point when they turn their little hate party into a party of three that are def doing the nasty. BUT NOT AT THE SAME TIME. LMAO I think I mentioned that they do not do threesomes. But she has def had the twins just always at different times.

35. Is their relationship a secret? If so, why?

Maybe at first but that was because the Twins just thought of her as a savage or it could hurt how they look. But even though her nobility is sort of up in the air because Tyvia is like Big X to the nobility but because of her business and what she does so well she has A LOT of money. So they try to think of her as nouveau rich, even though she's not, but it's better than a fallen Tyvian noble. So after everyone gets over themselves they have no problem just being 'yeah we've fucked what of it?'

38. Who’s got a quicker temper?

OHHHHH Custis for sure. Galina loves and hates it. Sometimes she tries to goad Morgan but Custis is her favorite. But that's because she's toxic and likes to fight and be entertained, also when she makes it stressful for Custis she's more likely to get him to break or bend to her and then she'll do what she pleases. Someitmes it's nice and just holds him and gets him to shockingly snuggle or something sweet, otherwise she'll just fuck with him.

42. What’s their relationship like with each other’s friends/families?

Well. The twins will never meet Galina's sisters LOL Her two sisters would never dream of leaving Tyvia, how they have themselves set up they're good. They make Galina leave to do their bidding and her own business to the other isles. Also, I doubt the twins would have, and will never (depending on their ending) meet her family or friends since they'd never go to Tyvia. At least that's what I'd imagined based on how they are. But for her meeting or knowing the twins family... She does actually find Treavor cute but he's got no bite to him. She likes to chase and she likes to play games and find Treavor a bit boring but sweet. So he'd be maybe good husband material since she feels she could get him to do anything she wanted. LOL manipulate. And... Do the twins have friends? The nobility of Dumbwall is very interesting to her and she'll find ways to just make everything funny to her. So probably does not get a long with their friends but is sort of respected since she's good at playing mind games like the rest of them.

49. Do they keep secrets from each other?

Probably? Mostly the twins keep secrets from her. She on the other hand has no problem with just talking about anything openly. She does not shy away from politics or personal matters. Like when the rat plague starts she's literally 'peace out.' Like even says goodbye and doesn't just disappear or 'Oh i need to leave in the middle of the night all dramatic.' Nah, goes straight to their faces and says good luck but I gotta go home.

#sorry it got so long but again TY falkjwer #xo. cruel to be kind #otp: The Marriage of Figaro

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 2 years

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Land's End

by CryptOfCrude

[From My Wattpad]

Filth! Faggot! Street trash! Creep!

All the things said to you, were said to him with just the same vigor. Maybe all your world needed was him, in this manner. And all his needed was somebody like you.

This story depicts an unhealthy relationship between the reader ("You"/[Name]) and A fictional character by the name of the Riddler. This work is of pure fiction, therefor you have the utmost chance to exit this relationship whenever you like.

There will be assault, kidnapping, fighting, drug use, slurs and graphic depictions of each of these things. I wouldn't advise anyone light of heart to partake if they cannot handle these things. Likeness of any person or real people is by pure accident.

This is your first and final warning. I will leave warnings in the tags and before the chapter like all other times. You own your consent, which can be revoked at any time, I do not force you to read such material as I only create it for a certain target audience - Which oftentimes is literally just me. That does not mean it has to be you, and that's ok! Take care of yourself.

The rest of yous…Come on down.

Words: 2948, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Batman (Movie 2022), Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, M/M, Other

Characters: Edward Nigma, Edward Nygma, Edward Nashton, Batman, Bruce Wayne, Cat Woman, Reader, You, Non-Reader OC characters, random side characters, Selina Kyle, Mike Hunt (OC), Jane Dwarfiz (OC)

Relationships: The Riddler/Reader, Edward Nashton/Reader, Edward Nygma/Reader

Additional Tags: The Riddler x Reader - Freeform, The Batman, AnarchoPunk, Punk, against me! - Freeform, Riddler - Freeform, edward nashton - Freeform, Ed Nigma - Freeform, Characters dont know/dont care about your gender, People guess readers gender and are genuinely confused on what it is, The OCS are just the reader’s friend circle, Reader IS NOT an oc, Punk reader, Anarcho Communism, Vandalism (lel), Edward Nygma is the Riddler, The Riddler Is An Incel, Incelism, Polar Opposites, Riddler is a Fundamentalist, Oldhead Edward (LMFAO), Punk Subculture, I Can't Believe I Wrote This, Homelessness, Bus hopping, The Chase, Obsessive Behavior, Dark relationship, Stalking, Following, Unrequited Love, Kidnapping, Canon-Typical Violence, Subcultures, bait & catch, Police Brutality, Government Conspiracy, Riddler (DCU) Played by Paul Dano, Edward Nygma's Riddlerbots, Riddler seizing control of the state government, Batman and Catwoman fleed the state while this goes on, Also this is written before The Batman 2 Or whatever so Idk, during and post-canon, gutter punk, Crust Punk, Crusty Crusty, Inspo Heavy from Green Room (2015), Good movie watch it, Minor Original Character(s), Drug Use

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/41696157

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

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plasticnightmaredoll · 3 years

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Here is another lovely commission completed by @stillfuckinbetterthanyou which features a scene from this Arkham Knight Riddler fic I wrote. I think this commission came out beautiful! 😍 Arkham Knight Ed looks so precious, and the emotions are so perfectly portrayed. It really does look and feel like a scene from my fic. 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

#arkham knight riddler #arkhamverse riddler #edward nigma #edward nygma #riddler #edward nigma x oc #riddler x oc #edward nygma x oc #stillfuckinbetterthanyou

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imagine--if · 2 years

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Acid Reign - TEASER

Dano!Riddler x OC

A/N: Idk why I’m so nervous to post this lmao 😅 hope you guys like it, it’s a little crazy hehe but let me know if I should start posting the full fic 💚

Warnings: The Batman spoilers, obsessive simping love 😍

Words: 2066

Thursday, October 31st.

Silence at his apartment.

It wasn’t quite peaceful, wasn’t quite disturbed, as the common rain of Gotham pattered onto the windows of his apartment, small droplets sliding down the glass, reflecting the dark, murky sloshes of colour that made up the evening sky.

Dead silence at Don Mitchell Jr’s house.

Quite literally dead, the former mayor’s head bound in glistening silver duct tape, a demand written over it in blood-red letters.

NO MORE LIES

His breaths were ragged and heaving under the mask, as he entered an empty alleyway, removing his glasses as he tugged off the mask and pulled off the cling wrap. His light brown locks were messy from being hidden, and the man ran his fingers through them, patting them down, sliding his clear-framed glasses back on. Then he continued walking, trudging back to a gloomy building amongst many other identical ones that made up the city.

Meanwhile, the silence at his apartment was broken.

A soft click, a nudge of the door, and it swung open, revealing the dark interior of his home. The fridge, the counter, the tables, the tops of them all cluttered with tubes and glass vials full of mixtures and odd liquids. A wall smothered with newspapers and cut-outs, almost like a mood board of news, eyes scribbled over with white pen, photographs of Bruce Wayne and the late mayor, questions of the Batman’s identity, plastering the papers.

Hundreds of books stacked on top of each other, stuffed onto the shelves that covered most of the wall space. An arching window with a view of the city below, dimly lit streetlights dotted around the tall buildings. A banner hung up on one wall with a white, question mark symbol painted in white on the deep grey material. Empty cages were stacked in a corner, waiting for new arrivals.

A young woman’s figure stood in the doorway, a silhouette below the cheap lighting of the hallway. She stepped inside, footsteps delicate against the pine green carpet.

Her light, lavender-blue eyes from behind her mask took in the equipment scattered in a messy but somehow orderly way over the surfaces. Her gaze lingered on the tubes full of different coloured substances, and a slight, hidden smile tugged at the corner of her lips. It grew when she caught sight of the Polaroids, confirming that she was in the right place. She leaned in closer to look at them, the matching smiles and glasses, only one photo hid the face of this Riddler, and the other exposed it. His smile looked so innocent, so nerdy, so normal.

Interesting.

She advanced onwards, the fingers inside white leather and lace gloves tracing the books’ spines, taking in the twisted, curious sight. She turned a corner, staring at the question mark hung up on a wall, before turning around.

She inhaled sharply, eyes widening in surprise, then admiration.

If the mood board from before was obsessive, then there were no words for this one. It was like an evidence board from a murder mystery case, but the mystery wasn’t a murder… it was her.

Green and white strings tightly wrapped around pins that stuck out of the wall, lining up and connecting photographs of her mask, of the factory she lived in with the majority of her followers. Girls with hair as snowy white as hers, eyes as light as her own, pinned up with frustrated question marks around the shots in Post-its.

WHO IS SHE?

Then there were the hearts, pressed into newspaper articles, practically every article that featured herself and her followers, her ‘family’, masked and clad in white and pale colours, blowing up the hidden facilities where thugs and the scum of Gotham kept the helpless to prey on. Saving their lives, offering them homes, the looks of relief in their eyes. Police trying to do something, anything, to get them caught, but there was always an excuse. It was all about evidence, wasn’t it? Had they seen them blow up the places, kill the captors? Even if it seemed very likely, the most they could do was try to track them down for questioning, or try to get into the factory. The Crown, that was what they called it.

Home to the Chem Cult. Home to her.

There were several photographs taken from her social media pages, from her Instagram Lives, Stories and Posts, the white frames around them marked with doodles of hearts and question marks. A list of 60’s song names were written in one corner, songs and singers she loved. Her mother had played them to her, back in France, before the chemicals and the chaos. Lesley Gore, Patience & Prudence, Doris Day. The Chem Cult’s symbol was drawn in the centre of the board, the basic shape of a crown, two long spikes, the middle on shorter, the science symbol of corrosion as the traditional three gems. Then the ‘C’ underneath the crown. Chemical Cult.

So odd. So perfect.

Then came the riddles.

It is mine, but you can only keep it.

WHAT IS IT?

I can make people happy, I can make people cry. I can make people want me, and I can drive people crazy.

WHAT IS IT?

Made by God in pairs, separated at birth on Earth, found after years of search, inseparable for the rest of time.

WHAT ARE WE?

The young woman let out a long breath, her thumb stroking the papers and desperate words.

The silence at his apartment was broken once more.

The door to his apartment was ajar, and the man immediately tensed, hand clutching the carpet tucker tighter in his grip. He pushed the door open properly, heavy steps not shifting the woman’s attention, still staring fondly at the board. He walked inside in awareness, eyes scanning the rooms intently, and he slowly rounded the corner.

He stopped abruptly, and only when the carpet tucker was dropped from his hold, clattering to the floor, did the girl look up at him. His eyes were as round as saucers, mouth agape as he gasped, the air caught in his throat.

She smiled at the reaction, glancing at the board, then back at him.

“I suppose you don’t have to search anymore,” she spoke up gently, her smooth voice hollowed by the mask’s mouthpiece. “So… hi.”

The man let out a shuddering breath, a look of pure disbelief in his eyes.

“You… you’re… how… oh my-“

“I thought I’d come to you,” she added, “since you wanted to see me so badly. I watched your livestream from last night. About me? You tagged me in it.”

He nodded rapidly. “I- I didn’t think you’d actually watch-“

“I get a lot of notifications and all,” she admitted with a light giggle, and the man almost swooned at the sound of it. “I might not have seen it if it wasn’t for one of my friends who were watching it. They told me about it, and I was interested, so… I watched.”

He nodded again, slowly, trying to take it all in. He had livestreamed about her, he had to. Her work of purity, killing the vermin that poisoned the streets of Gotham, giving the weak another chance, not a vigilante, maybe a villain like him, but also a kind of antihero.

She had started before he had, throwing hundreds of petals around streets, releasing a flock of doves in the space where a gang’s meeting was taking place, where they were discussing their next innocent targets. But then there was the darker side - none of them made it out alive, bodies found that were eaten away by acids, injected with poisons, skin broken and the Chem Cult logo carved into the flesh. Her nickname, the White Queen, related to her elegance and gentleness, but then the sudden outbursts of blood and anger and brutal payback cast on the lying, cheating pigs.

He praised her work the night before, telling his followers about his inspiration, showing off the shrine board to her, the ‘cleanliness’ of her work, how angelic she was. How he’d give anything, do anything, to find her.

Well. Here she was.

He dug his fingernails into the palms of his hands, and yes, he could feel it, this wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t one of his frequent fantasies or daydreams. She was here. She had come to him. She was here.

“This is beautiful,” she breathed, looking back to the board, then carefully took down the photographs of girls with another giggle. “I don’t know who these two are… oh- but she’s actually one of us, from back at the factory. They’re good guesses, though…”

“Who are you?” he whispered, moving closer to her in lovestruck awe, reaching out tentatively to her white mask, looking into her eyes. “I won’t tell- I swear I won’t…”

She laughed at that. “No, I know you won’t. Alright.”

She undid her mask, lifting it from her face and brushed the wavy, frosty white strands of hair away from her face. Her skin bleached white from the chemicals that brought her here, a smile as innocent as his on her face, baby blue eyes matching. If you looked close enough, though, you could see the spark of insanity mixed with the light shade, and he did.

He loved it.

She was even more beautiful than he could have imagined. Here stood an angel. His angel.

He held his breath, mouth dry and empty of any words. She kept on smiling, blinking expectantly, then hesitantly.

“Are you disappointed?”

He let out a breathy laugh of shock, shaking his head. “Disappointed? N-no, you’re… you look like… an angel…”

Her eyes lit up. “Really? Oh… you’re sweet…”

“What’s your name?” he asked her quietly, dumbfounded by literally everything. “I- I’m, um, my name’s Edward. Edward Nashton. Or, you know, the Riddler.”

“Edward,” she repeated, and he smiled wider, his name rolling off her tongue flawlessly. “And my name’s Regina Blanche. Or the White Queen, obviously.”

“Regina Blanche,” he murmured, memorising it instantly. “I love that name.”

“Regina actually means ‘queen’ in Latin,” she told him with a soft smile, “and Blanche means ‘white’ in French, so it fits, I think. I was born in France.”

Edward nodded eagerly, drinking up the information. “You were?”

“Mm. I don’t have the accent or anything, really,” she replied with a laugh, “but I moved here when I was quite young.”

“I’ve always been here,” he responded. “Gotham has always been a cesspool. Th- that’s why I killed the mayor.”

Regina’s eyes widened a fraction, and she tilted her head to the side slightly. “Really? Just now?”

Edward nodded. “He was corrupt, vermin,” he remarked, hostility laced in his tone. “All I need to do now is watch and wait.”

Then he gasped, grabbing one of her gloved hands impulsively, and she looked at him in surprise and amusement.

“Do this with me,” he pleaded.

“Do what with you, Edward?”

“Everything,” he replied, a hand reaching up to touch her soft hair, rubbing it between his fingers. “I need you with me, Regina. Please.”

Regina chuckled, shrugging and shaking her head. “Okay.”

“W- what, really?”

“It sounds fun,” she said, excitement flashing in her eyes. “I’ll help you.”

He laughed, practically hysterical. “Yes!”

Regina laughed with him. “What are you planning, then, hmm? I know you’re clever, what with all these puzzles and codes. I love it.”

Edward sighed dreamily at her words, adoration in his expression. “You love it?”

She nodded, smiling thoughtfully. “Of course. And this,” she continued, gesturing to the board based on her, “it’s lovely. No one’s ever done anything like that for me before.”

“I’ll do anything for you,” he said quickly, taking both her hands in his and looking straight at her earnestly. “Anything, everything. Do you know what the answers are to those riddles, Regina? I mean every one of them. You, you’re my answer.”

Regina blinked, a little taken aback. She grinned, letting go of his hands to reach up to his face, running her fingers through his hair delicately. He leaned into her touch with an airy moan, and she giggled, watching his eyes flutter shut.

“We have a lot to talk about, don’t we?”

He hummed, grinning as he opened his eyes to stare at her in adoration.

“Yes, Regina... I’ve got so much to tell you.”

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