a 2025 riddler (please do not feel the need to tell me you do not think he looks like Paul Dano)

HE IS SO NERVOUS,,,, HE IS SHAKING.

Rewatched The Batman recently

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RIDDLER WIP / SKETCH DUMP WOOO !!!!! will I finish any of these? Only the universe knows.

Originally supposed to be a redraw of this drawing ↓

But I got bored and made a different thing:)

Ummask those pants

she was so normal ab paul dano riddler

Made another silly gif 🗑️🦇 (based off ff, r.i.p)

needy!reader distracting touch-starved edward while he’s working !!! kissing his neck, playing with his hair, etc etc. he’s so pathetic i wanna give him a big ol kiss

this is so me coded (gave it a gay little drawing)

Leaving the bathroom wrapped in a towel, you noticed Edward sitting at the desk in your room, on his laptop, seemingly preoccupied. He just got home, still in his work clothes at this late hour. He was hunched in his seat not even paying attention as you came into the room. You peeked over his shoulder at what he was doing, it seemingly being something boring and tedious for his job. You threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, still not sure if Edward even knew you were in the room. Slowly, you crept up behind him reaching forward until your trembling fingers grazed the back of his neck, making him instantly jump in his seat. 

“Shit!” he exclaims, slapping your hands away instinctively. 

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you,” you leap backwards, holding your hands up. 

“Your hands are cold,” he laughs, still facing his screen. You walk back up to him, wrapping yourself around his shoulders, resting your chin on his head. 

“You’re just so warm,” you sigh, tilting your head so your cheek rests atop his head. He simply resumes his work, tolerating your affection as you watch him. Closing your eyes, you listen as his fingers tap the keyboard, enjoying the repetitive sound as your fingers run through his hair, searching for something to fidget with. Mindlessly twirling the strands, you couldn’t ignore how incredibly bored you were. “Aren’t you tired?”

“No. I’m not going to bed for a while,” he responds bluntly, and you roll your eyes. 

“Oh, okay,” you stay firmly planted in place, determined not to leave him until he’d come to bed with you. Hands dropping around his shoulders, you toyed with the collar of his top. He always looked so handsome in his office attire. It was hard not to admire the way his tucked in white button up and dress pants fit his frame. Usually the moment he walked through the door he’d instantly change out of his work clothes, but  the rare occasions he didn’t were a treat. You loved the feeling of his body heat through the fabric as you felt his shoulders and chest. Your thumb finds the top button of his shirt, flicking at it. 

“What are you trying to do?” he asks, becoming tense, holding himself back from melting at your touch. 

“Nothing, Eddie,” you coo as you bend down to kiss his cheek, feeling the heat of his face on your lips. You kiss him again, then again, then you lose track. It’s so easy to lose yourself in your adoration for him. 

“I really shouldn’t- I need to-” he stutters, then stops in his tracks as your kisses lower to his neck, causing him to gasp, almost inaudibly. 

“A minute won’t hurt,” you mumble, still nuzzled into his neck. Not having the willpower to stop, his head falls to the side as he groans, inviting you deeper into his skin. You nip at his neck, ripping a high pitched whine from his throat. Finally turning his head toward yours, your hands cup his cheeks, catching his lips with yours. For a minute, he sits still, letting you kiss him how you please, but then he kisses back, tightly holding the back of your head in place as he locks his lips with yours. Bringing yourself even closer, you bring a knee onto the chair, climbing onto his lap. Kissing the tip of his nose and cheeks, he pants and whimpers while you shift in your seat. His hands plant firmly on your hips, as if he’s worried you’ll leave. “Eddie, you’re so cute,” you whisper in his ear, causing him to shiver. He stutters as he tries to find words while kissing his jaw and neck. 

“Oh god, I love you so much. So, so much,” he initiates a kiss on the lips, leaning into you. 

“I love you too,” you whisper, pulling away from his lips before he gets the chance to kiss you again, growing possessive as his arms pull you in a tight embrace.

some bigger riddlebat art

Office Crush

low-key dont like this but whatever

doing oil pastels again

gahhh my semester is finally over which means I can finally draw again!!!! College suckz.

Anyways this drawing is dedicated to the 20 last ppl still thinking abt this stupid idiot .

The dumb sketch at the bottom is bc my friend said he looked like one of those toys that the eyes pop out of …