#platonic riddler fanfic
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Queerplatonic Riddler x Reader fanfic
Disclaimers:
I am not a good writer. I am simply making this because I am an aroace who loves the Riddler and and desperate for fanfiction that isn't romantic or sexual and I want it to exist in the world.
This is a bit out of character because I am simply not smart enough to write a genius and I am also not very good at riddles.
Some of it is very contrived, in particular the "worldbuilding" had to be crammed into fitting a pattern for reasons, so it is very janky.
Allos are allowed to interact but PLEASE BE MINDFUL THAT THIS ISN'T FOR YOU.
Also I'm English so there may be a couple of covert language differences if you're American (eg: saw a post where apparently in the US "quite" means very whereas here it's much less intense than that)
Rating: Probably teen
Warnings:
Swearing (S and F word), whump (hurt reader), violence and injury, implied ableism, near-death experiences, robberies and hostage situations (not very dangerous)
Reader insert info:
Oriented aroace, quoiromantic, autistic (hyperfixating on Riddler)
Word count: 5022
Please don't give me loads of criticism I'm not releasing this to improve at writing I'm releasing this because there's no representation.
You sit in your room, reading the Gotham Gazette. A small smile appears on your face; the news keeps talking about the new crime spree, courtesy of the Riddler. You’re lying on your green bedcovers, kicking your feet and giggling. It is quite sad that his latest bank robberies are going to severely affect the economy, but… look at him. He looks so happy in the CCTV footage. His smile is the most precious thing you’ve ever seen. You love the newspaper, as long as you don’t read the articles. There’s a lot of speculation about his mental state, and, while you do agree that his mental state is probably not great, some of the speculation… it wouldn’t feel out of place on an Autism Speaks advert. You use permanent marker and doodle question marks to hide the more offensive articles. With everything that’s left, you cut it out, glaring at the scissors that are leaving jagged edges even though it is probably just a skill issue. You use Blu Tack to stick it onto the board with all of the other articles and pictures, and pick up those which fell off. Five crimes so far. You scan the articles. The names of the locations… there must be something… Classy and Elegant, a store for wedding clothes, with lots of money… House-Dealing Special Princesses, the estate agents for posh people… River Bank Tower, a tower that was a historic location for money laundering and was converted into a tourist attraction… Worshipping Mr Batman, a Batman fan club with a large following, as well as founders who got very rich… and Rose Petal Association, a very wealthy gardeners’ club. The letters… they feel… familiar…
You quickly open Wikipedia. Hands shaking – you don’t know if it’s from nerves or excitement – you search for Elgar’s Enigma Variations. Your eyes widen. Classy and Elegant – C.A.E! House-Dealing Special Princesses – H.D.S-P! R.B.T! W.M.B! R.P.A! His crimes are all after Elgar’s Enigma variations! You’re stimming, at having solved this riddle. But where will he strike next? The next piece… Ysobel…
You open Google Maps. This isn’t simple initials, the piece is named after a full name… You search around, trying to find something that fits Ysobel…
It’s the next day. As usual, it is raining. You’re carrying a green umbrella, and hoping that, if he does show up, he won’t realise that you carved the handle into the shape of a question mark. Anxiety fills you – the establishment which should be the next target, is very… suspicious. Why So Bell, a supposed bell manufacturer which everybody knows is really a front for one of the Joker gangs’ hideouts. You glance around, nervously. There are legitimate shops next door, it should be safe, it should be safe…
You’re hiding in a bush, shaking. It hurts, there are probably lots of bugs, but… you can’t just loiter in the open next to a Joker-affiliated operation, but… you have to see the Riddler’s next crime. Your umbrella is hidden with you in the bush. You’re getting uncomfortably wet. You don’t think your glasses will ever recover from this experience. Half an hour passes, and you watch as people come and go from the buildings. An obvious gang member leaves Why So Bell. You are shaking in the bush as she walks towards you. Does she see you? She’s coming closer. Closer. Closer.
She yanks you out by the tip of your umbrella. You look up at her sheepishly, trembling. She responds by punching you in the face.
You wake up, and your heart leaps as you see your favourite colour, green. Your heart is then filled with terror. The green isn’t from your many pictures of the Riddler, the green is from a massive vat of acid, and you’re dangling right over it.
“Who the fuck d’you work for?!” the gang member asks.
“N-N-NO-ONE! I’M N-NOT A GANG MEMBER! PLEASE! TH-THERE’S BEEN A TERRIBLE MISUNDERSTANDING!!” you squeak, terrified. The gang members – three of them – laugh at you.
“Why were you hiding in that bush?!” a Joker goon shouts at you, as you feel yourself being lowered towards the acid, “You’re a spy, aren’t ya?!”
“PLEASE! PLEASE! I W-WASN’T SPYING! PLEASE! I W-WAS… I WAS JUST HIDING IN THE BUSH, W-W-WAITING FOR SOMEONE!!”
“Yer lying!”
Your vision is being consumed by green, and not in the usual Riddler hyperfixation way, but in the way that you are about to die. You are whimpering, trying desperately to stammer out an explanation, but there is no way to explain anything in a way that does not make you look like an alloromantic stalker…
Suddenly, the power cuts out. You scream, thinking that this the end. The Joker goons are shouting, confused. There are sounds of a scuffle, and one of their panicked yelling is cut short. The other two are fighting something.
“B-Batman?” you shriek, terrified. Every time the Riddler goes to Arkham, he seems to come back worse. If Batman is here, he will surely arrest the Riddler and send him to Arkham yet again. The sounds of the scuffle stop. You wait, hyperventilating. This is very bad, as you are starting to breathe in the fumes of the acid. It’s rather funny that you solved the riddle, and now Batman came here to save you but will surely arrest the Riddler. You can’t help but laugh at the fact that you solved it for Batman, it’s so funny, he’s going to rot in Arkham! Ha! You’re being lifted up, taken away from the green, just like how your hopes of ever seeing the silly green man have gone away! Now you’re being picked up! It’s funny, Batman’s arms seem nowhere near as muscular as they should be! Isn’t it funny that you’re still in the dark, the Dark Knight hasn’t turned the light on, because dark! Ha! Get it?
“Ha… I’ve already done the work, Batman!” you laugh.
“Don’t compare me to that pathetic man,” your saviour replies. It’s hilarious, you’re such an idiot, you’re stupid! You’re a fool! You’re just as pathetic as Batman! What even is a Bat Man meant to be, anyway? And now, this man is holding you! From what you can see, the glow of the acid is turning his outfit green! Oh, what’s that silly symbol on his outfit?! Haha! The little question marks in your brain, and now there’s a big one on this man’s spandex! Hahaha! You’re an idiot! An idiot who didn’t realise you finally got to meet your hero! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! He thinks you’re so stupid! He can hear you mumbling about how stupid you are, you’re really not helping things, this is so funny, he’s going to hate you! And now, everything’s going dark like your future! Ha! Ha… Ha… Ha…………..
You’re in a hospital bed. Next to you is your umbrella.
“You’re awake,” the nurse says, looking at you with concern.
“Wh… what happened..?”
“Someone found a note leading to you. You were passed out… Joker chemicals…”
Your eyes widen. “J-Joker?! Is… are there gonna be lasting effects?!”
“You might be more prone to fits of laughter, but that’s all.”
In the evening, you’re released from the hospital. You walk home, holding your umbrella. You feel an irregularity on the handle, and carefully take your finger away from it. Your heart leaps; there, on the handle… a small question mark, engraved into the wood. You stand there for a little while, shaking, your mouth open in what could be a smile. What could this mean?
You return home, giggling. You walked past Troyte Bank on the way, Troyte being the next piece in the Enigma variations. There also seems to be a pattern to the timing of the robberies – the next is going to be at some point between 1 and 1:30. You’re shaking. You could go to the bank at 1. You… you could see him… you could be in the bank while it’s being robbed… a bank robbery would be very scary, but you could see him! Being an innocent bystander in one of the Riddler’s very own crimes… the thought makes you giddy with excitement. You’re giggling again; the exposure to the fumes of the Joker chemical has evidently given you this new habit. You sound like a teenage girl talking with friends about a cute boy. Your laughter turns more nervous. What will people think when they hear your giggling? They’ll think you’re weird…
They already do, though…
It’s 1PM. You step into the bank from the rain of Gotham, clutching your umbrella, biting your lip to stop yourself from giggling. You loiter near the side, doing your best to not look suspicious, waiting for him…
After three minutes, the door opens, and five goons holding machine guns enter the building, along with him. The Riddler, wearing his iconic green spandex, with the purple belt, and the large black question mark on the front. There are little question marks in lines down the sides of the arms and legs. He’s wearing his mask and gloves, of matching shades of purple. The spandex… doesn’t leave much to the imagination. You can tell that he is quite muscular, although not nearly as muscular as people renowned for strength, such as Batman. “I’m tough and elastic, but you have left! O! What am I? A robbery!” he exclaims, gleefully. You can’t help but smile at his wide grin. He twirls his cane as the gunmen usher everyone in the bank to the side. The gunmen tell everyone to kneel, and you kneel down, clutching your umbrella. An old man grunts from having to kneel. The Riddler looks at the group.
“Tell you what. Anyone who can answer any riddles will be allowed to stand up!” he says, taking out some cards from within his belt and giving them to one of his goons, whispering instructions for the order they get distributed in. He and two of the goons walk into the vault, and are presumably taking the loot, while one of the goons points his gun at the bank staff, one points his gun at the group, and the last one is handing out the riddles. You receive your card with the riddle on it. You read the riddle: What can be gentle as the wind, or as all-consuming as fire, as strong as a mountain, as beautiful as a sapphire?
“Is it love?” you ask shyly, before he has even finished handing out the riddles. He walks over to you, and reads the riddle. After a little pause, he grunts and nods, and walks off. You start to stand up, and glance at the old man next to you who is struggling. “The answer’s water,” you murmur in his ear. He rereads the riddle, and then gives his answer to the goon, who has now finished handing out the riddles. He is allowed to stand, and you wait for the goons to glance away, then give another person an answer.
“My, my, you’re very good at solving other peoples’ riddles, aren’t you?” a soft voice says in your ear. You squeak. It’s him. You can feel yourself trembling nervously, he’s so close, he has a smirk on his face. The Riddler gives you a wink, and moves away. He leaves with the goons and the loot he has stolen.
That night, you go home, shaking. You’re filled with emotions, and they’re scaring you. You… you think you might… love him… you’re not sure what kind of attraction you feel… and it’s scary. He means a lot to you, and you want him to know how you feel, but you don’t even really know how you feel. You go and print out the page for Oriented Aroace on the LGBTQIA Wiki. You get out a pen and paper, and start making a diagram, with some bars, each corresponding to a different type of attraction, the main ones you can think of. For the bar about sexual attraction, you can easily put NO in capital letters. For sensual attraction, you fill it quite high. You pause, and decide to write definitions for the types of attraction. You reach romantic attraction, and hesitate. What is romantic attraction? Romance is entirely a social construct… how does one define it? After a minute of trying to think, you just fill it with question marks and print out the wiki page for quoiromantic. You start writing: “I don’t know what romantic attraction is meant to feel like. I don’t feel it usually, but you make me feel something I’ve never felt before, and I can’t tell if it’s a cross between hyperfixation and alterous attraction, or if this is what romance feels like.” You glare at the paper. You genuinely can’t tell if it’s you finally feeling romantic attraction for one person, or if it’s internalised amatonormativity and you’re just hyperfixating and have tertiary attractions. All you know is… that you love him…
The next day – another rainy one - is here. You’re loitering inside Without Nines, a casino, when he comes in, with several gunmen. There are also two women, dressed in spandex with question marks – Query and Echo. The Riddler is wearing a very dapper green suit with black question marks, along with a purple and blue waistcoat with question mark shapes. His light green tie is embroidered with purple question marks, and he wears a green bowler hat with a purple ribbon and a black question mark, the colours matching the rest of his outfit. His shirt is black, and he wears purple gloves and his purple mask. A little smile plays upon his face as everyone in the casino immediately panics, at his mercy. Guards immediately try to fight him, but the gunmen fire some warning shots.
“Ah ah ah! I’m going to take a hostage! And if you don’t let me take the money, you’ll find yourselves riddled with bullets!” he says, smiling smugly. Your heart leaps as he starts walking straight towards you. You let out a little squeak as he hooks his cane around your arm, and pulls you towards him. You’re shaking, and do a little giggle, nervous. This is it. He’s noticed you. He’s taken you hostage. And all you can do is giggle like a lunatic. The Riddler is giggling slightly, as he unhooks his cane from your arm, and puts his arm around your shoulders, pointing the cane under your throat threateningly. You can feel the cold metal against your neck. With some of his goons following, he walks through the casino, holding you close to him, letting everyone know that he could kill you if they don’t let him rob the place. And yet, he gives you a gentle squeeze, and something tells you that he isn’t going to hurt you. Query and Echo force a staff member to open the vault.
He lets out a giggle as the group walk into the vault. You let out a little gasp as you see how much money there is. The Riddler chuckles.
“Impressed?” he says in your ear with a low voice. He walks in front of you, and looks at your awestruck face. You’re trembling, he’s looking at you, all you can do is stare at the money like an idiot. He giggles. “Alright, then. Looting this place might take a while, so we may as well get comfortable,” he says, a smile on his lips. The regular gunmen start taking the money, while Query and Echo stay on guard at the vault’s entrance. The Riddler puts his hand on your shoulder and pushes down to make you sit on the floor. You let out a little giggle. He sits down, facing you, and holds his cane, resting it against your neck, presumably to establish some threat. “Well, then. Riddle me this. Why hasn’t Batman caught me yet?” he asks. You squeak delightedly when he says it. He laughs a little, a laugh that makes your heart feel so light. He looks happy. “Go on. I’ve seen you three times, now. You’ve solved my riddle…” he says, leaning in. “Not just anyone can do that.” You start giggling uncontrollably. You feel light. He leans back a bit, waiting for you to regain your composure. “Are you always this giggly? Is it from the Joker chemicals? Or… maybe… just maybe… is it only when you see me?” he asks, winking. You giggle more.
“Ha! Ha! Hahahahaha! It’s J-J-Joker… ha! Joker chemicals! Ha ha!” you laugh. He looks at you, sympathetic, and puts a hand on your shoulder. Your giggling gets worse, and you feel yourself blushing, and he immediately pulls his hand away. He waits quietly for you to calm down, as his men continue emptying the vault. He pulls you to your feet, and whispers into your ear.
“I only have two more robberies in this plan. That’s the… initial… idea…” he whispers. He’s so close to you, you can feel his breath on your ear. He gives a flamboyant twirl of his cane, and holds you menacingly again, putting his cane back to your throat. “Well then, my little hostage, it’s soon time for me to set you free,” he says, giving his handsome smile. You giggle, and blush slightly. You’re looking up at him, and he looks down at you. He lets out a little laugh. “You’re rather adorable,” he says. You squeak, and blush much more. He giggles. “Well, I’ll give you some time to regain your composure, haha,” he says, backing away slightly. You take deep breaths, and eventually calm down. He holds you again, and the group leaves the vault. He places you back with the other civilians, and moves away, his demeanour much more menacing…
“Alright! And, just to seal this wondrous little robbery, everyone will give me one of their valuables!” he says, laughing. He looks so happy… you can’t help but smile… He takes peoples’ necklaces as they tremble, a pair of earrings, some fancy brooches… he reaches you, and smiles. You already know what he wants, and you shyly hold the umbrella. Your eyes meet as he wraps his hand around the handle, your grip lingering. He takes it from you, giggling, and continues taking other peoples’ valuables.
The next day, you’re walking through the streets of Gotham, giggling excitedly. Today is going to be the day you come out to him. You spent yesterday evening getting ready to tell him, getting ready to speak. You’ve simplified your explanation considerably. You can’t help but giggle at the fact that you’re going to see him, and tell him everything… maybe… maybe he was impressed by your ability to predict his crimes when even Batman couldn’t…
“Hey, what’s that dumb smile on your face for?!” a menacing voice says. A gang of thugs surrounds you. You go pale. “Well? Why you giggling? You think you’re the Joker or some shit?!” he shouts. You look around, desperate for help. Citizens are walking away, only glancing for some spectacle. A furtive woman in a green coat opens her phone and points it at you – is she going to record this?!
“Uh, heehee, I, I d-don’t wanna f-fight… it’s… ha… I inhaled some Joker fumes… p-please… haha… don’t h-hurt me…”
“You won’t be smiling when we’re done with you!” a thug says, elbowing you in the abdomen and sending you staggering back. Tears are streaming down your face. You’re missing the Riddler’s robbery, surely he’ll think you’re an idiot, he’s going to hate you- you’re punched in the face, and sobbing. They keep punching you, keep kicking you, keep kicking you. Whack. Whack. Whack. It hurts. You feebly try to hold up your arms to block their blows, but they easily shatter your defences. You’re bleeding now. It hurts so much. They kick your legs, and you crash down to the ground, crying. They get their weapons out… one of them has a hammer… You can hear the crunch of your bones as your legs shatter. You can only whimper as one gets out her knife, and stabs you in the abdomen. You’re screaming.
“PLEASE STOP! I D-D-DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!!” you cry as they keep hitting you. Your vision goes black. This is it, you’re going to die…
“LEAVE THEM ALONE!” a voice shouts. They stop, tense. Your head is bleeding, you can’t think straight, but… it sounds… familiar…
Your vision is lit up with blue, as something fires electricity at the thugs. They shriek, and run away, leaving you. There are murmurs among the onlookers. You can feel hands slide underneath your body, as your saviour picks you up. He’s walking quickly.
“Hey… hey… please… please talk to me…” he says. Your vision is starting to return, and you can see the Riddler, tears streaming down his face.
“Sorry…” you say weakly.
“It’s alright, it’s alright, none of this is your fault, please don’t apologise for anything, you will be safe,” he says, voice cracking.
“I w-was gonna be there… I… I promise I’m not stupid…”
“Oh… oh, baby… I already know you’re not stupid. Shh… everything’s going to be okay…” he says, holding you close as he walks. He is thinking. “Alright… you need me on the fairway, you need me for luck, but when you have me you’re well and truly fucked, what am I?”
“Uh… uh… uh… a… a stroke?” you answer. He strokes your hair with his soft hands. He’s wearing a green suit, this time with a purple shirt that’s only buttoned 2/3 of the way, showing off his chest and collarbones. His hat is at a jaunty – no, messy – angle, and his mask is streaked with tears.
He enters a building. You can’t read the sign, but you can tell the initials are E.D.U. It’s dark, this building must be a repurposed warehouse. It’s quiet, except for your whimpering, and his heavy breathing, and quick footsteps. He continues stroking your hair, his hands shaking. He sets you down, and rolls up your shirt, and you can hear his sharp intake of breath.
“Uh… okay… this looks bad… I’m going to have to stitch your wound…” he says. You shudder, and he picks you up. “It’s going to be okay… I promise.” He rushes into the bathroom, lays you into the bathtub and turns the tap on, rinsing the wound under the water. He gives your hair a pat, and starts preparing his first aid equipment, sterilising a needle and thread. He holds your hand, and cleans your wound as you whimper. He takes you out of the bathtub, and lays you down, using a towel to dry you. “Listen, you’ll be okay, I promise,” he says. He starts rubbing some cream around your wound, and you feel yourself going numb. He starts stitching, and you’re crying. “Shh… shh… uh… what’s so fragile that saying its name breaks it?”
“S-s-silence…” you respond. He nods, and keeps stitching.
“You’re a smart cookie, you know?” His words make your heart leap. He keeps stitching. “I do mean it. I really do… I’m almost done with the stitches…” After what feels like an eternity, he finishes, and smiles at you, taking his gloves off. “The worst bit’s over,” he says, stroking your hair. He bandages the area. Now that the worst part is over, you start to appreciate the softness of his hands. You realise he is wearing green nail polish, with a purple question mark on each finger. He finishes bandaging you. “All done!” he says, giving you a headpat, making you giggle. He gives you a warm smile. Your giggling dies down as the exhaustion starts to really hit you. You pass out.
When you open your eyes, you’ve been tucked into a soft, green bed, covered in purple question marks.
“You’re awake!” he says, reminiscent of a puppy who just saw a friend. On top of his outfit from before, he’s wearing a knitted jumper, green with purple question marks, it looks so soft. You’re still in pain, but you blush a little, as he reaches out with his hand, then pauses. “Um, would it be comforting if I held your hand?” Your heart leaps, and you nod, giggling. He gently takes your hand in his, and smiles softly. It’s so soft, it distracts you from some of the sharp pain you feel all over your body.
“Um… th-thank you…” you mumble.
“Hey. I had to save you, you’re like a good luck charm at this point. It… it’s not right when you’re not there,” he says softly, stroking your hand gently. You squeak, giggling. He looks at you, a little smile on his face. “So why do you keep following me? Is it gratitude for me saving you from Joker’s gang? Are you trying to prove your intelligence against the smartest man in Gotham? Or maybe… something else?” he asks in his soft voice, winking at the end. You giggle nervously, trying to collect yourself.
“I… I… heehee… hahaha… you’re… hahahahaha…” You’re shaking, nervous, and he can tell. He gently strokes your hand, a comforting smile on his face.
“It’s okay… take your time…”
“Ha… ha… haha… YOU’RE MY SPECIAL INTEREST!” you blurt out. His eyes are wide, and he looks very surprised. You laugh nervously.
“Like autism?” he asks, his smile widening. You nod, cursing yourself for being so blunt and probably making a fool of yourself – he’s smiling wide and crying tears of joy. His leg is bouncing.
“Hahahaha I need to come out hahahahaha I’m an oriented aroace I hahahaha don’t feel romantic or sexual attraction but I’m feeling other types of attraction to you,” you say, shaking. He has a little pause of processing this, and smiles.
“Hey, you’re valid! So, uh, what other types of attraction do you feel?” he asks, giving a good-natured smile.
“Hahahaha I feel sensual attraction where I want to touch you and I feel alterous attraction which is uh it’s an emotion attraction that isn’t exclusively romantic or platonic haha and maybe I feel aesthetic attraction hahahaha,” you say, trembling. He grins, and giggles.
“You’re quite the riddle, aren’t you? I’ve taken quite a liking to you,” he says, his smile lighting up your world. The way his eyes light up fills your heart with joy. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze. “You’re so precious. Seriously, you’re one of the most adorable people ever. Seeing you during my crimes… well, now I know how Ozzie feels about seeing birds. You’re like… a little friend…”
You let out a squeak, and he laughs. “You’re so cute… may I put my hand on your face?” he says. You nod, giggling, as he cups your head in his hands. “How do you feel about eye contact?” he asks.
“Haha! I’m okay making eye contact with people I like!” you respond. There is a pause, as he slowly moves his eyes towards you.
“And… do you… like me?” he asks.
You look into his eyes. Both of you giggle. He gently strokes your hair. “Is this okay, d… may I call you dear?” Your heart leaps, and your mouth hangs open in disbelief.
“Haha! I, ha, uh, haha it’s okay! Ha… uh… haha… what… w-what’s… what… what are we?” you ask, blushing slightly. There is a pause, as he thinks.
“You seem to be my biggest fan, and I find you simply adorable. I’ll do anything to make you feel comfortable. I’ll look after you… Batman almost caught me last time, so I have plenty of free time…”
“What… what happened? Wh-what did I miss?” You feel a little sting at the memory. The pain is coming back, and you can feel tears forming. He wipes the tears from your eyes.
“I started the robbery… everything was in place, I had the plan, but… it didn’t feel the same, without you. What takes deep hold and becomes every day, and without it the tree will fall?”
“Uh… root… routine?”
“Exactly. Seeing you, it’s become part of my routine… you hold a place in my heart… I… my plans, I started planning for you…” You look at him, in awe. Somehow, the biggest genius ever, your hero… has been thinking about you.
“Wow…” is all you can say. You’re not even giggling anymore, you’re just repeating the word. He ruffles your hair.
“We Rogues, not many people like us. It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a devoted fan… and you solved my plan faster than Batman… you can understand how much that means to me, right?” he says, seeming… nervous? The confidence is gone, he looks… anxious… like he needs reassurance.
“You’re… haha… my… ha-ha-hero…” you say. His eyes light up, and he nods his head rapidly.
“Um… is it alright if I give you a kiss on the forehead?” he asks. You nod, and start giggling again, as he gently puts his hand behind your head. He gives you a soft kiss on the forehead, making sure to avoid the bandage which you finally notice. He’s so gentle, and the tender kiss is taking away the pain you feel. He lets go, and looks down, into your wide eyes. “With skill, I am paid to save. What am I?”
“… Protect?”
He nods. “I want to protect you… you’re… you’re too precious. I’ll find the people who did this to you…” he says, wrapping his arms around you, looking into your eyes to gauge your reaction. You have a tired look in your eyes, as you lean into him. “I… I have something for you…” He reaches down, and holds your umbrella. Your crude attempt of carving the handle into a question mark shape has now been greatly polished, but most importantly, it has been covered in vibrantly-coloured question marks.
“It’s… beautiful…”
“A beautiful umbrella for a beautiful mind, from an even more beautiful mind,” he says, as you relax in his arms and make a contented little humming noise. He gently strokes your hair, and you fall asleep in the Riddler’s arms, your head buried in his chest.
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This is a bit different from most of the requests, since it's platonic, but i was wondering if you'd write young Edward getting foster-to-adopt'ed by a male reader? It's canon that he was in many foster families but none of them wanted him, and that he aged out of the system, and idk, i just feel like he deserved to have a loving dad. Someone who would humour his riddles and comfort him after nightmares. :(
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Please, I'm absolutely loving this. You have no idea how many times I wished for this for Eddie. He really deserved a loving parent in his life. So, I really hope you like what I've done with it! Thanks for the request. It's lovely. :') <3
summary; See above.
notes; Male!Reader; Reader is a Dad; Ed is 12 y/o; Platonic Relationships; Foster Family; Adoption; Past (Child) Abuse; Past Trauma; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Fluff.
This was the eighth foster family he's had that had rejected him in the end, explaining that he was "too much work" for them. Whatever that meant. Because they hadn’t cared for him at all. And he always behaved perfectly after all. Tried to anyway.
He knew that most kids his age - twelve - were either already dropheads and so no one wanted them because of it, or they misbehaved on purpose if somebody did because they had gotten it into their heads that they didn't belong and wanted out.
Edward wasn't anything like that, though. He wasn't a drophead. He didn't misbehave. At least not on purpose. He sometimes disobeyed because some of the rules were stupid.
So, when you showed up and were ready to give him a home for a while, Eddie was apprehensive. You seemed nice. You were very gentle with him and talked to him as though you were both on eye-level, which most adults didn't. He didn't trust you, though. It could all be an act. He's had that before. They were all nice and gentle at the initial meeting, supervised by the case workers, and once he was home with them, they started to either ignore him or yell at him for everything.
Nonetheless, he took his chance to get out of the Godforsaken orphanage for a couple of weeks, if not months.
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As soon as he entered your house, you showed him around. You stayed nice throughout. Even when you explained certain rules, like rooms that were off-limits (at least by himself), things he wasn't allowed to do (things that made sense for a change, like using the kitchen all on his own; especially the big kitchen knives), and his bedtime. He thought he was getting too old for that, but if you insisted that he should at least be in bed by ten PM, then that was a small price to pay for a room all to himself. He's never had his own room before. He always had to share it with somebody. Not this time, though. It made him happy. He hasn't felt happy in a while.
"Okay, Edward, if you have any questions, you can ask me at any time," you told him, smiling at him.
Nodding, Eddie looked up at you, adjusting his glasses, and asked, "May I have some paper and a pencil, please?"
He desperately needed some alone time now after all this stress from the past week that it took for him to get moved into your house. And the best way for him to have that and actually relax was to write down the riddles that ran circles in his mind.
"Of course! Here, get situated in your room and I'll bring them to you right away," you responded enthusiastically, leaving him alone in his room.
He was waiting for your mask to drop. You couldn’t have really been this nice to him, right? This couldn't possibly be genuine.
Despite that, Edward sat down at his desk and patiently waited for you to return with the two items.
“Here you go,” you said, as you came back and handed him a couple of sheets of paper and a pencil, an eraser and a pencil sharpener. “What do you wanna do?”
“Puzzles,” he answered shortly. He wanted you to go away and leave him be, so he could focus on his riddles.
“What kind of puzzles?” you prodded. It kind of surprised him that you seemed genuinely interested in what he was going to do, but he also didn’t want that sort of attention on him at that moment.
“Riddles, quizzes, things like that.”
Nodding, you looked slightly impressed. He hated to admit it, but it pleased him that you seemed impressed with him.
“Well, have fun then. If you need anything, just yell for me or come downstairs, okay?”
“Okay.”
At last, he could tend to his riddles, as you left him alone in his new room.
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For the first week or so, that was how it went for the most part of his day with you. Edward stayed in his room and worked on his puzzles to ease his mind and you would leave him alone. You only ever came in to ask if he was okay, if he was hungry, or if he needed anything. And sometimes you would also come in to bring him a snack and a glass of juice unprompted.
He liked that. He actually felt cared for. This might have been the first time that has happened.
Still, he stayed cautious around you. He just couldn’t trust you yet.
But with every day, his apprehension was swayed by how gentle and fatherly you were. You actually treated him like he was your son. And every time that was clear to him, he felt himself leaning towards you and wanting to stay.
One day, you came into his room before dinner time. That was unusual.
“Hey,” you greeted him softly.
Stopping to write, Ed turned to you and waved.
“I was just wondering if I could ever take a look at your puzzles? It’s okay if not. They are yours and I’ll only look if you give me permission. But I’m curious to know what you come up with every day,” you explained why you were in his room so suddenly.
Was this a trick?
Only one way to find out, Eddie thought.
“Okay. You can look,” he said and gave you the sheet he was just working on.
You took your time to read each riddle carefully, and once you were done you looked at him with a gentle smile on your lips.
“God, you’re incredible. Do you know that?” you told him and even seemed sincere, “You’re so smart! I’m very impressed with you, Eddie.”
Looking down at his hands, Ed couldn’t hide the big toothy grin that spread across his face. “Thank you,” he said softly.
“It’s just the truth. Nothing to thank me for that,” you responded kindly. “Keep at it, son. You’ve got a great mind there.”
Surprised, Edward raised his head and looked at you with his mouth agape and his eyes wide. You called him ‘son’. No one has ever done that before.
Smiling, you left his room after telling him to come downstairs for dinner in ten minutes.
He stayed the way you left him until then, too shaken up by what just happened to move, let alone think.
Perhaps you were a genuinely good person that somehow decided to foster him. Why he was chosen, Ed would never know or understand, but he was starting to be grateful for it.
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A couple of months later, Eddie was still with you. And for some inexplicable reason you didn’t seem like you wanted to get rid of him anytime soon either.
By now he had accepted that you were truly a good father that wanted him around and that genuinely cared for him. He even met your own kids, who were both adults and had moved out a little while ago, and which was the reason why you decided to foster children from the orphanage, as you had explained to Ed some day.
It was at night when he really acknowledged that he also just wanted to stay with you, though.
Edward has never slept well. He couldn’t remember a time where he didn’t have nightmares or panic attacks or hadn’t been forced to stay awake by whatever was happening around him in the room he shared with all those other children.
None of that just went away now that he’s had his own room. The nightmares still plagued him.
Until then, he’d been able to hide them well enough from you. They kept him up and they jolted him awake every night, but you didn’t know that. He never told you.
But that one night, it wasn’t a regular nightmare. It was far too real. He could feel the rats chewing on his fingers, like they used to do at the orphanage. He saw the dead babies in their cradles. He witnessed how drops killed his peers one by one, letting them decay while they were still alive.
He was in so much pain, so much turmoil. He felt helpless and alone.
He was screaming for help. Because he was in pain. Because he was alone and scared. Because he wanted to get out.
“Eddie! Eddie, it’s okay. Son, it’s okay. You’re safe,” your voice reached him, forcing him out of the dreamworld at last. Or had they just been memories disguised as a dream?
Jolting awake, Edward was panting, staring at you with wide eyes. He could barely make you out without his glasses and only the light from the hallway illuminating you in a soft light. But it didn't matter. He knew it was you.
Painfully, his face twisted and a sob tore from his throat, as he started to cry.
Immediately, your arms wrapped around him and pulled him into a tight embrace. He clung onto your shirt for dear life.
Shushing Ed quietly, you rocked him back and forth gently, "Sh sh, sh. It's okay, Eddie. I'm here now. I've got you."
The more time passed, while you kept comforting him like this, the safer Edward started to feel. Safe. He's never felt safe before.
At last, he stopped crying and let go of you. He felt embarrassed about his outburst, his fear, that you needed to comfort him like he was a baby. He was almost thirteen. He wasn't a baby anymore and he shouldn't behave like one.
When you also let go of him, though, he suddenly felt cold and alone again.
Tucking his longer hair behind his ear gently, you spoke softly, "Do you think you can sleep again? What do you need right now?"
Wringing his hands, Ed refused to look at you and instead stared at his lap.
"I don't know," he whispered. It was a lie. He knew what he needed and wanted now. He wanted you to stay until he fell asleep again. He wanted to write down puzzles or say riddles out loud. He wanted to feel safe again.
"Well, that's okay. I'm not going anywhere until you tell me something you want or you ask me to go so you can sleep, okay?" you responded, rubbing his back. Your hand stayed there, then.
He could feel himself relax under your touch.
"Could you… stay, please?" he asked eventually, speaking so quietly, he almost didn't hear himself, "Only until I fall asleep again."
"Yes, of course," you said, "I'll just sit down at your desk—"
You went to get up and Edward instantly grabbed your shirt, holding you back. It was such a quick reaction, he barely knew what he'd done until you stopped talking.
"Do you want me beside you until you're asleep?" you inquired. There was no judgement in your voice.
Nodding frantically, Ed didn't trust himself to speak up.
"All right. Move over a bit so I can fit," you told him then.
Quickly, Ed pressed himself against the wall, lying on his side now. Feeling the cold, sturdy wall against his back actually soothed him a little. There wasn't another kid behind him. Just a wall. And in front of him was just you.
He was safe.
To help him fall asleep, he said some of his favourite riddles out loud, citing them and leaving a few seconds between each for you to answer them. And every time you did. He couldn't help but smile. Others had always thought he was weird because of his passion for riddles. But you seemed not to mind and it was genuine. He knew that too, by now.
And soon, he was asleep again, not dreaming anything terrible for once.
In the morning after, you two talked about what happened, what Ed had been dreaming that scared him so much. And he explained it to you. He told you everything he's never told anyone before. You'd been shocked to know how terrible it was at the orphanage. And once again, you pulled him into a comforting embrace. He welcomed it.
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Only a few weeks later, it was Edward's birthday.
He didn't think you knew. He's never told you. And a lot of people didn't take a closer look at his personal information on the sheets they were given when they fostered him.
But when he woke up that morning, it was because you were knocking on his door. He looked at the alarm clock, after quickly putting on his glasses, and realised that he hadn't even slept in. Why were you knocking, then?
"Yes?" he called, feeling uncertain. This couldn't mean anything good.
A moment later, the door opened and revealed you holding a cupcake with a burning candle stuck in it in your right hand and a wrapped gift in your left.
"Happy birthday, Eddie!" you exclaimed, smiling happily at him. It wasn't fake. He knew fake smiles all too well.
Staring at you in shock, Ed sat up properly.
"Here," you said, handing him his gift. His present. "You can open it right after you blow out the candle. Okay? Remember to make a wish."
Holding up the cupcake in front of his face, you encouraged him with a nod.
Edward closed his eyes, inhaled, and blew out the candle, as he thought, I wish Y/N would adopt me.
When he opened his eyes again, you grinned at him and put the cupcake down on his bedside table.
"Do you wanna open your gift now?" you asked, although it seemed more rhetorical, considering he kept kneading it in his hands, making the wrapping paper crinkle. The gift itself was pretty solid and rectangular. He had no idea what it could be.
Nodding, Ed started to rip open the paper, then.
It was a notebook. There was a green question mark printed on the cover.
"You can write your puzzles into it. Or whatever is on your mind. Doesn’t matter. It's yours after all," you told him gently.
"Thank you so much," Eddie said, shocked to his core. This was the best gift he's ever received. It was also the first one, but the best nonetheless.
"Anytime, son," you smiled, "But there's one more thing. Inside. Open it, will you?"
Excited, Ed opened the notebook. There was a loose sheet of paper in it.
When he took a closer look at it, he didn't know what his expression might have been. It was probably a weird mix of utter shock and happiness.
Those were adoption forms!
His wish. It came true. You were going to adopt him!
"I don't know if you really wanna stay with me until you're at least eighteen, but I thought I'd still make it part of your birthday gift in case you do. What do you say, Eddie?" you asked, sounding uncertain for the first time since he's been with you.
Frantically, Ed nodded and put the present aside so he could get up. Then he threw his arms around your waist and hugged you. He's never hugged you on his own accord before. You always initiated it.
"I'd love that."
Relieved, you sighed and rubbed his back and shoulders.
This was the best birthday of his life.
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Once the adoption process was done, Ed could barely contain his glee. He was giddy with excitement when the two of you drove back home. Home. His home. He'd never have to set another foot into that orphanage ever again.
When you opened the front door for him, he was met with many warm welcomes. Surprised, he saw that your biological children were there, such as your ex-wife, who you were actually really good with, and other members of your family, who he's only seen in photos before.
"Welcome to the family, son," you told him proudly, patting his back.
"Thanks… dad," he responded, smiling brightly at you. He's never called you that before. It felt a little strange, still, but right.
At last, he belonged.
#this is over 2.6k words long and i probably could have written even more jhfshfjhs but alas i didn't#what a joy to write this was tho! <3#all i know about fostering and adoption was taken from movies and tv shows btw so excuse any inaccuracies please-#like i don't think you can adopt as a single parent right? or can you? probably not when ed was a kid tho - but hey! creative freedom#edward nashton#ed nashton#edward nashton x reader#the riddler#dano riddler#dano!riddler#paul dano#danonation#platonic relationships#fanfiction#fanfic
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I finally did it! Chapter three of my fic is finally out!! Please check it out
BTW: if anyone has any songs that remind them of this, I'm currently working on a playlist so do tell ^^
#batman#dc#batman au#batman rogues#edward nygma#edward nigma#jervis tetch#the riddler#mad hatter#Hatters&Caterpillars#fanfic#writing28#can be read as ship or platonic#riddlerhymes#riddlehat
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Hola, espero que estés bien<3! Acabo de descubrir tu perfil y me gustó mucho como escribes 💚💚, me gustaría pedirte una idea que he tenido por mucho tiempo y es sobre que somos l@s espos@s de Bruce Wayne y Riddler nos secuestra, espero no sea molestia !
I am at your side
Summary: You are Bruce Wayne's partner and by chance you end up at the Riddler's side.
Edward Nashton x Reader x Platonic!Bruce Wayne
A/n: hola mucho gusto! una gran disculpa por la tardanza! pero realmente tomé varias semanas en pensar como escribir estoo… realmente me tomé libertad creativa jeje, entonces espero que lo disfruteeeesssss….. muchas gracias!! lamento si no hay mucha interacción amorosa pero estoy escribiendo otra parte donde se desarrolle la relación de Edward y Reader. o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o
Warning: I tried to write this fanfic with as little violence as possible, kidnapping! obsessive behavior, stalking, a hint of stockholm syndrome, description of grappling/fighting. If I have missed something else to mention, please let me know.
Words: 5,680
The first time Edward saw you was through a photo.
More specifically in a magazine photo, he gazed at you and admired you for several hours, you were on the cover with a soft smile looking straight at the camera, standing in a simple setting of a solid color, Edward thinks that the clothes you wore for that shoot cost more than his entire apartment complex. His first impression beyond finding you beautiful was an anger, an unpleasant feeling when he realizes how rich you are, you are part of Gotham's aristocracy, that select few people who make money based on other people's suffering, that boiled Edward's blood.
Why are you not alone in that picture, but with someone else.
Bruce Wayne, the prince of Gotham, remains completely serious, his face, his posture screams elegance as always, the two of them being the main title of the magazine.
They are getting married.
Edward almost crumpled the magazine in anger, a wave of anger he now doesn't know how it came, he admired the only Wayne alive, the man who runs one of the city's businesses, but he can no longer think the same way, his trust has been betrayed, the Wayne's have failed him since he was a child, he realized it since he discovered the true intentions of the renovation.
Why after all, the Wayne get a happy life, Bruce how could he get such a beautiful couple like you? look again at the cover, both you and Burce didn't look each other in the eyes like a couple in love, your hands were barely gently intertwined.
It didn't take him long to research, to find out everything you've done, who your family is, where you went to school, who your best friends are, everything about you he absorbed until he found nothing. He had a hard time admitting it at first, the fact that he became obsessed with you by mere accident, you were his next target, he had several plans to do you justice, send you a letter bomb along with your husband, poison you, or maybe throw you off a building.
All those plans were thrown overboard when he became more attached to you, you impressed him with your anonymous donations to various institutions, you even donated to Arkham Hospital, he knows this because he spied on your bank account. Despite knowing many aspects of your life he still finds you mysterious, you don't go out to the parties of Gotham's rich young men who spend all their money on alcohol, but like your husband, you both keep an extremely low profile.
Edward goes back to the magazine stand to see if he has any luck finding you in some of the articles or on the covers, he stands still looking at a cover of a reputable magazine, but frowns to see the full picture.
It's you, but with your husband, again.
Edward sighs in disappointment, you always have to be with Bruce.
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Bruce is a rigid, stoic, and even mean-spirited man at worst, and he's been your husband for several months now, but the friendship you've maintained has been going on for several years. You are still surprised that the press doesn't know that the marriage was something entirely done for the benefit of your family's company and Wayne's company.
You lower your eyes as you remember that you didn't marry for love, at least you are comforted that you married your best friend and not a stranger. You remember the awkward moment when the two of you had to kiss at the wedding, you almost vomit at that event as you can't think of Bruce as a husband, he's like your brother. And like the way he looked at you you know he didn't like that kiss either.
"You should be sleeping" Bruce's voice woke you up completely, you looked at him with tired eyes and went back to watching the news on the TV of his lair full of Bats, you don't answer him and he didn't expect you to say anything either, he takes off his helmet to let you see his face half-covered with black dust, and turns to his computer to write a new report of the night.
You get up from the couch you placed near the TV for more comfort to approach him "Now who are you looking for?" you ask him with sleepy amusement and he continues typing without looking at you "A killer, his name is from The Riddler" he gives you a short answer and your smile "wow, he likes riddles?" Bruce finishes his report and puts away his notepad and glances at you "You have no idea how much he likes them" his seriousness makes you stop smiling.
"I think I saw it on the news...he killed the mayor didn't he?" Bruce nods at your doubt "He may be going after politicians, maybe corporate heads, maybe even we're on his list".
You get scared at the mere thought of the Riddler wanting to kill you, you unconsciously swallow your saliva, he is ruthless and bloody, you saw how the mayor was left with his head wrapped in tape and a thumb cut off.
"We must be careful..." you said and Bruce doesn't respond with the words but offered you one of his hands and you take it lovingly, a way to reassure you.
"I won't give in to the threat of a killer like him, I won't let him kill any more people" assures the man who still has his full bat suit, you look at him hopefully and trust his words.
You just want this to end.
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Bruce yawns slightly as he walks into the main room where he finds Alfred reading the paper and drinking tea. The butler bids him good afternoon and he sits down at the round table with gothic decor while putting on his sunglasses, quickly noticing you were gone.
Bruce asks Alfred about you and he replies that you had to attend a meeting with Wayne Enterprise's accountants to see some altercations, the man with sunglasses relaxes and concentrates on his freshly prepared breakfast, he needs to investigate more about the green-masked assassin.
Hours later and Bruce realizes what time it is, so engrossed in his documents and puzzles he has to solve, the clues and the murders have him detached from time.
He realizes you're not back.
He calls you on the phone but you don't answer, he tries to reach you for several minutes, but you never answer.
But you never answer.
He leaves his lair to look for Alfred, he hasn't seen you either since you left, worrying the man with sunglasses, Bruce doesn't need more words to leave his tower to look for you.
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You open your eyes wide leaving your sleep behind.
You blink slowly, but, when you fall asleep in the first place...your body feels numb, or rather, numb and bound. you shake but there's not much you can do, you feel duct tape down your legs and wrists through your clothes.
"Wake up...wake up...wake up" an unfamiliar voice takes your sleep away completely, you give a shout of surprise but it is silenced by a piece of cloth in your mouth, you swear your eyes might pop out from how wide you opened them, the first thing you notice is that the place you are in, is too dark that you don't look at anything, not even at the person who woke you up.
Fear runs rampant through your veins that you almost fall into a panic attack from the overwhelming feeling that you are in a completely unknown place, against your will and you admit that you are afraid of what will happen to you.
"Breath, you look like you're going to have a heart attack," a voice tells you with an amused tone, you try to look for that voice, for that person who is hidden among the darkness of the place, who is it? "Hh, I think you can't see me, wait for a second" you hear some things moving, a creaking chair, and the other things you can't recognize, suddenly the room got light, you closed your eyes because of the exposure to the brightness of the spotlight, but before you had time to get used to the light someone moves you from your original position, thus realizing that you are tied up and sitting on a swivel chair.
You open your eyes and look at him, you don't know who he is, or why he is dressed like that, and as strange as it sounds, the only thing you can see through the mask he is wearing and his glasses are his eyes, eyes very different from anyone you have ever seen before, is it madness what you see in front of you?
He is standing in front of you, his breaths are deep and loud, green, and he is covered with completely green clothes, your limbs start to tremble at the sight of how the man is dressed as if he were an executioner.
You and the man stare at each other for a long time, as if it were a staring contest "Hello!" he greets you, closing his eyes and smiling behind his mask. You felt that his greeting was more than ironic and your concern grows more and more, who the hell is he?
He remains observant but you already avoided his gaze, before you panic again he leaves your side laughing, you take advantage and look around, everything looks blurry and opaque you realize between tears you don't even know when you started to cry, the whole place was covered with papers and files and books.
The unknown man sings in a low voice a song that for you is not soothing, all this terrifies you, you recognized the melody from the man's mouth, and the bird Mary comes out as if it were a church choir, this seems more bizarre than before. You struggle again, moving your wrists to create some friction but you have simply been tied too tightly and have made no difference to the tape being removed from your limbs.
The other person in the room turns to look at you to watch your attempts to escape and stops his humming to stay silent, when you realize he was looking at you you stop moving in fright, tears coming out of you that your nose starts to get stuffed up from the snot caused by you sobbing, you looked up to feel something other than the duct tape on your body.
"Hey, hey, hey" he calls out to you approaching you again and kneeling to be at your level, being near him only causes you intense terror "I'm sorry we met like that" he speaks softly making your sobbing calm down "just, I wanted to see you" he admits shamelessly, he rubs his gloved hands towards your arms, he says nothing but keeps looking at you as if he's watching you from close.
You squint your eyes in confusion, no matter how much you search your head for the memory of who this person could be there is no one similar to him. "I want to hear you," he said, getting up from the floor to remove the gag in your mouth.
You screamed as an instinct, you screamed so much that you wouldn't be surprised if your vocal cords were damaged but despite screaming with all your effort, he who holds you captive just looks at you curiously, you scream for help, you scream for someone to notice you and rescue you from all this, you scream for all the anguish.
But nothing happened.
"It's okay" he stands near you talking to you in such a calm tone "Scream all you want," he says softly you hear him between your moans "No one can hear you anyway" You instantly shut up because of what he said, you dared to look him in the eyes to see if he was serious.
He kept staring at you, your eyes and he kept looking at each other "Who are you?" you whisper in a raspy voice without leaving the staring contest, he smiles "You know who I am".
You notice the question mark on his chest, you'd seen it before, somewhere...sometime, but where? Where?
The realization hits you like a bucket of cold water, of course, you've seen him, in the news, in the papers, in Bruce's relentless searches to capture him, the politician killer, the one who killed Don Mitchell, it can't be.
"Riddler...you... You are" you can barely utter from the deep fear he has just provoked in you, you don't care that you look like a coward, your skin bristles from the fear rising in you again "Are you going to kill me?" you ask him horrified but already knowing the answer he would say, a terrible <yes> from him.
"Kill you?" he hesitates to utter the word with distaste, in the past, he seriously thought about it, but now you are in his heart for a long time "I would never do such a thing!" he confesses surprised of your question as if it was an obvious thing, you kept silent and he hasn't stopped looking at you "Oh Jesus" he exclaimed sighing "you are so beautiful " he whispered seeing your whole being, his look made you so uncomfortable that you turn your head so he would stop looking at you.
You have no idea what is happening, maybe he won't kill you but he will put a cage on your head with hungry rats since he has done it after all, you clench your fists to keep yourself strong, you don't want to cry more than necessary, not being in front of him. But what can you do in this situation? You're tied up and scared, your breathing still hasn't calmed down and you look like you're going to pass out again from the shock of your situation.
You just hope Bruce notices your disappearance and beats the crap out of this madman. The Riddler stops looking at you, perhaps noticing your discomfort "If you don't want to kill me then...what do you want?" you question him hesitantly, he remains silent not knowing what to answer you only hear his noisy breaths through the mask.
"I..uh..." he stammers nervously searching for the most convenient words in his mind "No one buys me but they would steal me with a look, useless to one but invaluable to two What can I be?" he repeats the riddle in a low voice but you manage to hear him and your eyes widen in surprise and fear flashes in your eyes.
Your expression of displeasure is evident, as Bruce told you in the past, this man is crazy about riddles, so much so that he knows an infinity of them by heart, that he is giving you a simple riddle baffles you "Love...it's love" you answer him with discouragement.
"Right!" he compliments you in a cheerful and energetic voice, you feel extremely strange and confused, you didn't expect The Riddler to be like this, you don't want to get on his bad side so you answered his riddle.
"Well..." he stammered with joy mixed with agitation, he was still staring at you of course "Oh! you must be hungry!" he walks away from your side and you just look at him who is heading to the kitchen of the place you are in, as he walks away he sees the room again. There were endless books and papers wasted everywhere, it also had too many things placed on the walls, documents, pictures, and endless things that only make you more uneasy about the man who kidnapped you.
On your right side, you see a yellowish light, a closed window, and a rifle specifically placed pointing at a part of the window.
You paled at the sight of the gun, but at the same time you found it to be the quickest way out, an escape, but you have a problem, your restraints.
When the riddler returns he brings with him a plate and a glass of water with a straw "Here you must be thirsty!" he puts down the plate with what you see is a dessert, he brings the glass close to you making the straw reach your mouth. You look at it completely dumbfounded, you never thought this would happen, it's like it's a strange dream that you haven't woken up yet, but oh, this is more than real.
You take the water warily, expecting the water to taste weird but it didn't turn out that way, you drank the water until it was almost gone and the riddler puts the glass away to put it on his desk "Well, I'd like you to try this, it's a pumpkin pie from my favorite coffee shop" he takes a piece of the pie and brings it towards your mouth, the state of shock still didn't leave your body so you accepted the post and ate it.
Just like the water the dessert tastes good, although it doesn't take away the possibility that it is poisoned with something. While you chew the portions of the pie, you look sideways at your kidnapper, his anxious look does not change in the slightest, it is as if he feels happy with the mere fact that you are by his side. Honestly, that makes you uneasy, you are at his beck and call, he is unpredictable, at any moment he could drop that loving facade to start torturing you.
"It's tasty right?" he asks you and you nod, you don't have the energy to scream again.
He remains silent as he puts down the plate with the remainder of the pie and drags a chair to sit in front of you "Wow...I don't know what to say" the masked man admits, his nervousness is evident now that you take the time to look at him. Reflecting deeply on your next steps, falling into fear won't work for you, and neither will insulting him get to anything more than him getting angry.
Your head feels quite dizzy at the exposure of danger "Why am I here? " you ask him as if it were a plea, it hasn't been more than an hour since you woke up.
From the other perspective, Edward thinks of an answer to your question, now that he has you in front of him he doesn't know how to proceed, yes, he knows how to knock someone unconscious, he has done it to several politicians and people who deserved it, but this is the first time he has taken someone he loves, someone he doesn't want to hurt. He scolds himself for the lack of organization in his plan, he should have checked every detail. For the moment he has acted like a teenage student talking to his crush but what else does he want to do with you?
"Everyone has been lying to you," he told you with a more serious tone, you listened attentively but no longer looked directly at him "What are you talking about?" you slowly duck your head when you hear him suddenly stand up.
"Your husband, Bruce Wayne'' he pronounces the man's name with total aberration "he hasn't been lying to everyone, the renovation has been nothing but a lie!" his voice rises higher making you close your eyes, Edward noticing that apologizes and continues with his explanation "I tried to expose it in a good way you know? I warned them but what did they do? they completely ignored me and I already lost my patience..." he focuses completely on the files stuck on the walls "But you... you are different" his voice sweetens when he addresses you, you open your eyes from shock and he continues talking "I know who you are, I know what you have done for this city, the only sincere thing in that whole fucking ball of hypocrites is you".
This time you look up willingly to see him, the one who is talking is not the riddler, it's someone else, the person who is hidden in all those layers of green clothes and that mask "Who are you?" he seemed to understand what you meant and he stopped talking, he knows he is a total danger if you see his face, he would be finished if you knew his identity, but he can't help but answer all your doubts, he is really weak towards you, the insecure and fearful look you give him destroy him so much, he doesn't want you to look at him as a monster.
The only thing he does is take off his mask, he strips it off in front of you, and the man's facial expression changes completely to an embarrassed one, his face is not the most beautiful and he recognizes it, you feel less scared as you see a more human face, something less terrifying, the revelation of the man's face with question mark surprised you so much that it takes you a few seconds to come back to reality
"I'm Edward" he sits in the other chair in the room, he laughs uncomfortably at your lack of speech "Hello Edward..." your voice sounds puzzled by the impromptu introduction.
"I think what you mean...about the renovation...I was briefed on that today" You blurt out bits of information from the meeting you attended today to discuss that topic with Bruce's group of accountants, you see Edward's reaction, he just sighs with a distressed face "How sluggish" he replies angrily.
Surprisingly you answer him in a low voice "Yes..." You don't know the unusual effect that is causing you the fact that you are getting a little comfortable with Edward, his way of talking and acting and his notorious docility to be with you, his total confidence in showing his face and feeding you. Plus his nerdy boy who doesn't hurt a fly look doesn't help.
Edward relaxes in his seat not taking his eyes off of you of course "You were that KMTJ informant" he nods at your assumption but is less pleased at the mention of his former job "I used to work there, but I found out everything".
"Shit" you curse at everything that's going on, you don't want to have a shred of empathy for this man who treats you like you've known each other for years... the sticky feeling of the tape keeps reminding you that he's here by force, you look behind where Edward is sitting, his collage of photos and newspapers.
There are pictures of magazine covers you took months ago with Bruce for the promotion of his wedding, Bruce's face is crossed out with black marker leaving only your smiling face, there are pictures of the Wayne family and also of your family, pictures of business meetings, pictures of your graduation.
Finally, you see a strange photo with text written on it
<I know what you did>.
In the photo were Bruce's parents, Thomas and Martha Wayne, a little Bruce, and another unknown boy forming part of a choir staring at the camera, with a solemn and calm look, you can't turn your eyes away from the photo, you find familiar the boy with glasses in the photo "Is that you?" you said quietly still examining the photo as if it was a key to some puzzle you want to formulate in your mind.
Edward turns to look at the same picture and sighs, pressing his lips together to turn to you "Yes...it's me" he admits with difficulty, the sadness is obvious on his face. You both fall into silence and you hate it, now you are overcome with intrigue as to who this person is.
"That picture...when did it happen?" he shakes his head as he listens to you "I don't want to talk about it, ok?" he smiles but doesn't convince you, however, you decide to leave the conversation.
Again you sink into silence, unfortunately, you want to know more about that mysterious photo and the person in front of you, Edward...if it's a real name is everything you didn't expect from someone like the riddle.
Edward saw you with more notoriety, it looked like this was going to go on for hours.
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Time seems to be moving slower and slower, your limbs still felt numb and your body was starting to ache from the sitting position you are in, the pain in your head increased making you close your eyes, but it relaxes you to be in silence since you came here.
Edward talked about so many things you don't remember now, you just listened to him and he babbled on ecstatic that you were his audience, he talked about how he knew about the renewal, how he met you, and what it was like to work for the KMTJ, a one-sided conversion, at some point in the night he fell asleep right next to you without realizing it, you waited for an hour in silence making sure he is asleep, you looked at his face with his eyes closed and at rest, you turned to see the rifle still pointed at the window showing that it is night.
You look at Edward very carefully and struggle with your legs and wrists again, only one thing comes to your mind which is to take off the tape that with the passing of the hours its glue decreases, besides it covers your clothes and not your skin, you don't take your eyes off Edward, who is still asleep. You raise your wrists and hit them toward your stomach, you do that movement again and you notice that little by little your wrists are free of the tape. you smile completely lucky to get out of the tape that was holding you.
You see the man dressed in green again, his eyes are still closed and inside you squeal with joy that he didn't wake up.
Standing near Edward's desk you search through his tools for something sharp and pick up a small green box cutter, silently you cut the piece of tape on your legs.
Damn, it looks fucking easy to leave.
With your limbs freed you slowly get up from your chair and walk towards the rifle near the window, you could already feel your sweet freedom in just a few steps, already near the rifle you hear an angry shout from Edward.
Your first instinct was to run and grab the rifle in your sweaty hands from panic and fear, you turned around in time to face Edward just awake and with a completely unrecognizable look of anger. You opened your eyes and the gun feels heavier and heavier between your hands, you raise the rifle aiming it at Edward who moved closer to you
"Back off!" you yell at him, you had never touched a gun in your life, and you don't even know if it has bullets or safety but Edward's expression changed from anger to fear in a second, giving you a bit of courage, but suddenly his fearful eyes turned into ones full of sadness, his face soured and he started crying in front of you.
That made you weaken your grip on the gun, you didn't expect this to be his reaction, you had the feeling that he will rush towards you to take the gun away.
But now, simply the man who calls himself the riddler and whose appearances were more than macabre, lies in front of you with his hands raised, his face swollen, cheeks and nose blushing from sobbing, you looked at him stunned and he wouldn't stop crying, in your mind you only tell yourself that it's a way to manipulate you so you give him the gun and he can tie you up again in tape.
But, shit, you feel sorry for him, your heart shrinks for seeing such a scene, and his voice breaks "Please, please, don't go" he manages to say between his wails, his shrieks transmit an immeasurable anguish.
"Don't cry!" you shout at him sharply pointing again, Edward lifts his head and looks at the mess he has become, tears are still falling from his eyes but he has stopped shrieking.
"You kidnapped me! You tied me up! What did you expect, that I would love you?" you scream at him taking out all your pain and anguish, he keeps silent but looks you straight in the eyes, very different from the other times you have seen each other in the course of your stay here, he opened his eyes completely, you see his irises in different shades of blue and green.
"Is your name even Edward?" your question is no longer loud or outrageous, if not full of torment.
"I don't know, I don't know my real name," he says wiping away his tears "Edward, Patrick, the Riddler, I don't care" names that some people called him , sometimes he questions his own identity, who he is.
"What do you mean?" you keep pointing at Edward as you start walking without taking your eyes off the bespectacled man sitting on the floor "Edward is the name I was given at the orphanage I grew up in" he reveals in a guarded voice.
You stop your pace noticing what he just said "Orphanage? Are you talking about the Gotham orphanage?" he nods his head in disgust at the mere memory of his hell, you know what it implies that he was one of those little ones who suffered from the old orphanage that used to be a Wayne home, you read the news about the little help, the mistreatment, and the poor support.
You shake your head "I don't believe you" You refuse to think that this man survived the orphanage, the orphanage fire, everything, the man in front of you looks perfectly like a normal person.
"Don't believe me, look at the picture" he points to the picture you paid attention to, him being near the Waynes, you look closely at the picture and see that it is not a common picture if not a sheet was torn from a newspaper <The Wayne's visit Gotham's orphanage!> as a scoop title.
Before you saw Edward again he had already run towards you, you were too slow in firing the gun he threw you down hard, and you took seconds to respond from the impact of falling to the ground, Edward completely hogged you trying to pull the gun away from you and trap you with his body.
You stretch out one of your arms to grab the rifle but Edward pulls it further away from you and screams in frustration.
"Why?" you manage to shout at him amidst the scuffle on the floor "Why me?!" you don't even know what you're asking anymore, the mixture of overwhelming feelings made you spit out questions "I LOVE YOU!! Don't you understand?" he answers you on top of you with the same impatience as yours.
Before you bit one of his hands you both stop abruptly at insistent knocks on the apartment door.
Edward froze staring in the direction of the door, while you take advantage of his distraction to break away from him and grab the rifle "BATMAN!" you shouted with the rifle back in your hands and Edward pales at your shout, the door shakes at the insistent knocking of someone wanting to get in.
Edward doesn't know what to do and you turn to him again "Go away! " you order him pointing the gun and he gets up from the floor without stopping looking at you with confusion "I said go away! " you keep insisting breaking Edward's shock, without thinking twice he runs to the only window of the apartment but before he went out he looks at you for the last time, he didn't say anything to you, just that habit of seeing you comfort him.
The door is finally forced open and you shoot towards a wall out of fright, Edward jumps out the window and disappears without a word.
You perceive Bruce's cape, or rather, Batman when he approaches you to see if you are hurt "Batman!" you call him relieved releasing the rifle and letting it fall on the floor, Bruce looks everywhere looking for the idiot who kidnapped you, but he is nowhere to be found "he escaped" you inform him with a deep and quick breath, for the first time since he came in he turns to see you.
You open your arms to hug Batman, oh god, you were so scared, the only thing you need right now is the affection of your best friend.
Bruce hugged you back stiffly but at the same time he felt a deep relief to see you alive, he should be following the riddler right now, but he can't leave you alone, you need support.
You smell the metal of his suit, you feel some of his weapons, and the smell the rain and the smoke of the city, you feel so safe in his arms, and you close your eyes to enjoy the moment.
"Where did he go?" he asks you with a voice full of anger, you shake your head and answer him "I don't know".
The two of you stood like that, hugging in the middle of the Ridler's apartment, you open your eyes to turn towards the open window.
Why did you let him go?
Batman slowly separates from you so as not to scare you, with his mask you can't perceive a gleam in his eyes, you only see black "Did he do something to you? Did he hurt you?" as he interrogates you he examines your body up and down and touches your arms and head.
"He…was good to me…" you tell him without thinking and Batman confused by your statement asks you again "What did he do to you?" he asks more seriously and you answer him again with the same thing.
"He was good to me, " you say hesitantly in your own words, you remain silent as you take the bat's cape and roll up in it, a common habit you do that annoys Bruce, but this time he lets you do it.
Batman looks at you silently looking for possible serious damage, a bruise, and wounds, on the other hand, you close your eyes and wrap yourself in the tranquility that Bruce's presence causes you "He was good to me.. "you tell him again with a tired tone.
Thank you very much for reading! And sorry for the mistakes!*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧.
#the riddler x reader#dano riddler x reader#paul dano x reader#riddler x reader#edward nashton x reader#bruce wayne x reader
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✨Requests are open!!✨
Hello loves! I’m opening up fanfic requests! I’m keep it kinda short maybe 500-1000 words is the minimum.
✨characters I write for✨
Paul Dano’s (Burt Fablemen, Edward Nashton, Percy Dolarhyde, Eli Sunday and Brian Wilcox (18). Platonically will write for Alex Jones
DC Rouges: Riddler, Batfamily (bonus points for Jason Todd. Platonically For Damian. Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, Jervis Tetch, Two Face.
Red Dead Redemption: Arthur Morgan, John Marston.
NSFW is okay! I won’t write like scat or incest or pedophilia. But I am down for sexual themes. CNC Is okay but nothing too graphic. Yandere is also allowed!
Please understand that I may take a while to get to your requests but I’m gonna do as many as I can.
#paul dano#edward nashton#the riddler#me#riddler#danonation#rdr2 fanfiction#rdr fandom#red dead redemption two#red dead redemption imagine#red dead redemption smut#red dead redemption X reader#burt fabelman x reader#burt fabelman x you#burt fabelman fluff#burt fabelman smut#edward nashton imagine#edward nashton smut#edward nashton x you#eli sunday x reader#eli sunday x you#pierre bezukhov x reader#brian wilcox x reader#fast food nation#there will be blood#batman#harley quinn imagine#my writings#savvy’s fic rec#savvy’s asks
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Fanfics I wanna read:
Romantic:
Snow Mountain Beast King Thorin x Struggling Blogger Bilbo
Thief Soap x Assassin Ghost
Protector Revali x Autistic Link (because I said so?)
Runaway Cole Cassidy x Cursed Archer Hanzo
Modern Bodyguard Din x Luke
(Fantasy Au) Unaware Vex’alhia x Possessed Percival De Rolo III (yes, this does have your favorite bird demon in it.)
(Victorian Au) Rebel Without A Cause Nea X Victorian Painter Carmina
Rouge Luis x Paladin Leon (it’s really just the two of them playing D&D)
Blind Luigi x Dragon Koopa King Bowser
Pop Star Jaskier x Wraith Geralt
Modern Hacker Karl x Software Dev Ethan
Kas/Eddie x Steve but Steve has ADHD and has separation anxiety (look what you’ve done Mr. And Ms. Harrington, you’ve gone and fucked up a perfectly good boy. Don’t worry, Eddie/Kas will fix him)
Gavin x Nines except Gavin passes out randomly and no one fucking knows why
Modern Librarian Percy x Siren Vex (because I fucking said so)
Platonic/Family:
Claudette and Quentin getting adopted by killers.
Feng Min meeting Bunko Tatsumi.
Ethan Winters gets to see Rose grow up.
Arnetta Larkin and Sergei hanging out.
Jason Todd meeting Whistle and approving of her (I have wrote a fanfiction like this and I want to see more of it)
Din meeting child Rey, and befriending her. (Completely unaware that’s Luke’s kid)
Gwendolyn runs away and Tired Worried Percy or Vex or Both rushes to find her.
Kili finds Baby Frodo among a destroyed house. He brings him to Bilbo, calamity ensues.
Takato and Guilmon eating Guilmon bread together.
Tulin and Revali bond
Julia gets Shadowsan’s blessing to Marry Carmen. A.k.a., Jules becomes Shadowsan’s daughter-in-law.
Child Zelda steals from Gerudo Town and has to answer to Urbosa.
Other fics:
Whistle meeting the other versions of Riddler.
Shan Yu meeting Frollo -> calling Frollo a hypocrite
Angela getting beaten the fuck up by Steve (because I fucking said so, she was a bitch, fuck her, she insulted someone’s dead father, she deserved what she got. But I feel like she deserves more…)
Carrie meeting Pamela Voorhees, and Carrie’s mom dying.
Donna running away from The Village before the events of Village, and getting captured by either Heisenberg or Chris or she just escapes and Miranda is short one Lord. (and a baby possibly…) <- But that’s entirely up to the person writing it.
Soap and Ghost are the traitors. (I love them, I do, but one of them is the traitor and the other is helping the traitor/Lets say, one of them, Ghost is the traitor and kills mostly everyone except the other and makes them, Soap an accomplice)
Miles’s mom finds out her son is Spider-Man, because of Noir.
Malak reminding Doug that he had it coming (cell block tango, but it’s just the monsters mocking Doug in a way, and Malak reminds him that he deserves eternal suffering, not the sweet release of death)
(Modern Au) Ace is always running from debt, however, even he knows that The Deathslinger will find him. It’s only a matter of when.
Eddie and Venom adopt a kitten. That’s it.

#resident evil village#dead by daylight#resident evil#botw#mw2#the hobbit#the witcher#the mandolarian#overwatch#stranger things#genshin impact#wwz game#detriot become human#Luigi x bowser#dc universe#marvel#disney#friday the 13th#carrie 1976#dark deception#wintersberg#revalink#aceslinger#carulia#ghostsoap#dinluke#McHanzo#Crowffiti#perchalia#more ships and other things I can’t tag because I’m at a limit
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fanfic rec rules and fandoms
rules: pretty simple, I won't write romantisization of things that are gross (General Bigotry, sa, eds ect) But I will use them as a tool for hurt/comfort basically? Only things I've faced (So all of the listed above lmao) If I don't want to write something I just won't respond, simple as that, so no need to be afraid to mak a fic request because worst case scenario, You just don't get the fic. However like 9/10 I will write it:)
I wrote the fandoms in order of my interest level in them (Whichever the current top ones are are probably my hyperfixations)
Fandoms I will write for (Some of which I will only do platonic, But I specify dw)
The last of Us
Joel (Platonic)
Ellie (Platonic)
Mw2
Ghost (Any)
Soap (Any)
Gaz (Any)
Price (No x readers or smut)
Alejandro (Any)
Rudy (Any)
The Magnus Archives
Jonathan Sims (No smut)
Martin (Any)
Elias (Any)
Peter (Any)
Tim (Any)
Sasha (Any)
Rick and Morty
Rick (Platonic)
Morty (Platonic)
Knives Out
Benoit (Any)
Our Flag Means Death
Stede (Any)
Edward/Blackbeard (Any)
Izzy (Any)
Frenchie (Any)
Jim (Any)
Oluwande (Any)
Bbc Ghosts
Captain (Any)
Kitty (No smut)
Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel
Alastor (No smut)
Angeldust (Any)
Husk (Any)
Blitzø (Any)
Stolas (Any)
Millie/Moxxie (No smut)
Loona (Platonic)
Octavia (Platonic)
Gotham
Edward/Riddler (Any)
Oswald (Any)
Gravity Falls
Dipper (Platonic)
Mabel (Platonic)
Wendy (No smut)
Robbie (No smut)
Ford (Platonic)
Stan (Platonic)
Bill (Any)
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Hello! This is a little sideblog for reblogging non-romantic, non-sexual fanfiction! I'm doing this because, as a sex-repulsed and almost romance-repulsed aroace, a lot of fanfiction seems to be romantic and/or sexual, so this sideblog is to help people like me be able to find fanfiction we can read!
My main blog is @unrestrainedbalderdash
My main fandom is DC, especially Batman Rogues, especially the Riddler.
I won't be interacting with any media I feel uncomfortable with, regardless of the fanfic author's stances.
DNI if you are a bigot, exclusionist, pedo, or NSFW blog. I am sex-repulsed and currently still a minor.
Please be nice to all of the fanfiction authors regardless of quality. I won't be gatekeeping based on prose skill, spelling and grammar, or anything else.
Please @ me when you see platonic fanfic! I have found barely any through tumblr search function :(
This blog might not be very active. I won't be scouring tumblr for all non-rose fanfiction, and I might not come across that much.
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Approval
Adrian "Vigilante" Chase X older sibling Reader
Genre: Platonic (Familial), a little angsty
Warning: Mentions of sex, cursing, your typical violence, drugging, riddles
A/N: 👉👈 okay okay, maybe this is more of a Riddler X reader, I love the riddle man okay? I just live for a protective brother that is Adrian. There will be part 2.
Another note, this Riddler can be any incarnation of Riddler. Whether from Young Justice, Arkham city, Gotham, The animated series, etc etc.
"Eddie-darling, stay put. I'm going to make a quick phonecall." Stealing a quick peck from your occupied fiance out of instinct, you exit his office and made your way into your shared bedroom.
Edward knew of your need to contact your remaining family back at your hometown, he didn't mind you leaving him one bit. Actually, he thought it would be for the best, as much as he is one clingy bastard. Your phonecalls with your younger brother can be... Questionable. Questionable and loud. The Riddler likes his silence in his office, that's where he centers his attention to his newest schemes to unleash upon Gotham. The first time he overheard your call with your brother back at Evergreen, was also the first time he was more bewildered with you than ever. He always had his line of thoughts coherent, but after hearing your call he couldn't quite comprehend it.
Amidst your anticipation, you couldn't help but to scribble nonsense on a pad of paper. How busy could he be at this time of the night to not answer your calls? Normally he would answer your calls without skipping a beat. So what? Does he have a girlfriend now? Boyfriend? Fuck buddies?
Whatever he was dealing with, it could wait, couldn't it? What's more important than you telling you're engaged?
Knowing him, this would call would be quite the lengthy one. Talking to him out of the ordinary is already difficult sometimes with your brother, what's the worst that could happen if you explain to him— a hellbent Vigilante— that you're engaged to a kind of people he is pursuing and eliminating? And you decided to fall for the The Riddler, no less. Not only that, Adrian isn't even aware of you having a relationship. Ten years of dating your Edward, he was your well-kept secret from Adrian, knowing full-well how the man would react.
You let out a satisfied hum once your younger brother picked up, "Finally. What took you so long?"
"Not even a 'hi'?" Adrian passive aggressively whines from the other side of the line.
You roll your eyes and sighed, you tried again, "Hi Adrian. Now what took you so long?"
You heard him sigh exasperatedly. "Just came back from work you know how it is. Why are so impatient anyways?"
Alright. It's now or never.
You took a breath. "Remember that time I was caught as a um... Hostage here in Gotham?"
"Yeah? I was worried about you! I was just about to drive all the way to Gotham to get to you and kill that motherfucker!"
It was headed in a certain direction you were expecting and you hated it. You sheepishly chuckle, staring at the glimmering bond on your finger. Well, that motherfucker happened to be your boyfriend for a decade and had just proposed a week ago.
"Yeah. Um... He and I are kinda... Well, he and I are in a relationship..."
...
"For ten years now..."
...
"And we just got engaged..."
...
...
...
"Adrian?" "YOU WHAT?!"
Ahhh, there he is! Loud and deafening as ever. You weren't in time to pull your phone away when he decided to spontaneously combust.
"YOU'RE DATING THAT RIDDLE WIMP OF ALL PEOPLE?! THAT'S WAY WORSE THAN BATMAN! HELL, YOU MIGHT AS WELL DATE BATMAN THAT WIMP!" Even if your phone wasn't in speakers, and is far off your face, his voice continues to be audible to you. "WHAT'S WITH YOU A GLASSES WEARING PSYCHOS?! YOU HAVE A TYPE OR SOMETHING?!"
I mean... Yes.
"AND YOU'RE TELLING NOW?! JUST NOW?!"
"You're going to damaged your vocal chords if you go any further."
"Right, sorry," Adrian clears his throat. His voice then drops to a low whisper. "Why though?"
"Because I love him." You sigh, picking at your nails nonchalantly, fully aware your brother might be on the other side of the line, rubbing his head with disappointment.
"Why didn't you tell me?" You hoped it would be obvious to him by now, given the fact that is the Vigilante. Unfortunately, your brother isn't that much bright.
"Seeing how you reacted, I think you got your answer."
"He's a killer! Murderer! Riddler! Of all people!" His loud voice was back again, but tamer than the previous ones. "I'm going to kill that motherfucker—"
"If you try laying a hand on him, you'd lose all your toes, some of your teeth, and possibly your insides on the outside." Your face may not have been visible, but Adrian could hear the glare in your eyes.
"Why chose him, anyways? He kills people!"
You bit your tongue for a moment, resisting the urge to call him out in his hypocrisy. But then again, so were you. "Because I love—"
"Yesyes, I know that! But why?" Your expression fell further at his dumb question. Your silence continued and your brother remained clueless. "Damnit Y/N, this is why we didn't want you to go to Gotham."
"And this is why I want to go to Gotham to get away from you guys."
There was silence on the other side of the line. This time you were ready for him to scream his lungs out again and prepared in advance, pulling your phone away from your ear.
"I don't approve of it." His voice came to you as cold.
"I didn't ask for your approval." You stood your ground firmly, despite voice dying within your throat.
"For fuck's sake, Y/N! He kidnaps people and kills them, all for what?! And he took you as a hostage once! Are you fucking stupid?!"
"As if you're any better!" You yell back. "You know what, I don't even know why I called you. Whatever."
Before he could protest to that, you shut your phone and slammed it against the table.
You hated when you were right. Of course your Vigilante brother wouldn't like it if you're getting married to criminal. It was a mere fantasy wherein your brother would approve of your relationship. You claimed his approval doesn't matter, but it was a bold-faced lie. He was your remaining family, you would love to think that he would be happy for you despite his beliefs and morals.
Eddie truly is a good man. To you at least.
Your unconventional love story had an unconventional beginning. You had just graduated college and moved to Gotham for their myriads of career opportunities, you just happen to find yourself working as an assistant for a psychiatrist in Arkham Asylum, where you had met him. The high pay grade this work has been giving you for a reason, and that reason being in the line of danger. You've been threatened by a makeshift knife by an patient (Harley Quinn) after a particular patient of her subject of obsession (Joker) took a liking to you. You've been in a chokehold courtesy of Ivy's vines, almost shot by Arkham guards, was almost baked into pie by Professor Pyg and the list goes on. It was an absolute nightmare. All for the price of not returning to Evergreen, where your worst nightmares come true.
Then there was Eddie. Good ol' Eddie. Not the most and certainly not the least dangerous of the bunch. He was tolerable to you at least, he didn't made an attempt to kill you that time. Your interaction with Edward consists of giving him newspapers every morning, with him giving you snide remarks of how much of a painfully inferior person you are compared to him... Oh and of course, the riddles. God the riddles. You don't really mind the guy, deciding to be the bigger person and just let him be. Besides, you knew he was just compensating for something. It must have something to do with his recent defeat and reason for reincarceration. But yes, that was basically it... Until one day.
You woke up hazy, memories in gaps and you were in an enclosed space lit by a monitor. A monitor with a green question mark against a purple background. You recognized the set-up and sighed, "I quit." There's a certain tipping point for you, after you had gone through too much working your ass off in Arkham.
That was the hostage situation you had been in.
Recalling it is... It's certainly something.
"Riddle me this; A man shoots his wife, holds her under water for ten minutes, and finally hangs her, but soon they both go out to dinner. How does this happen?"
You remembered how damn annoyed you were at the time. The enclosed space offered you little to no air conditioning, no water, and the effects of drugs still hung above your head like a haze. Of course the Riddler escaped his cell and decided to pick you as a hostage just as you were heading home to rest your bones after a forty eight hour shift. Waking up lying on the floor with the lingering effects of drugs isn't really what comes to mind when one states a comfortable rest. Given, sometimes the cold floor looks absolutely tempting during an overtime shift, but this night was supposed to be your off.
Riddler, on the other hand, he is beyond entertained. It took you long enough to wake up. Granted, it took way too long for the knock out drug's side effects to wear off and have you wake up. As for the riddle— please, everyone and their dogs knew what's the answer to this riddle. But if you didn't, well, that would be unfortunate. How would you fare from this if you could not answer the easiest, most common riddle? It would be a shame if you fail the warm up riddles already.
Without skipping a beat and a sense of safety, you blurt out your answer with a deadpan voice, "He's a cannibal."
"WHAT? NO!" And the fact that you answered so confidently! Makes his skin flare from irritation. God help you, it was the easiest riddle! "He 'shoots' meaning captured her on camera like— photoshooting and holding 'her' aka her picture under in a process of printing! Hangs 'her', her picture on a frame. Then he takes the real her, not the photographed her, on a dinner!"
"Have you considered the fact that the guy could be... You know, a cannibal? You never know, his wife could be cheating on him and he resorted to killing and eating his wife to hide evidence." You shrug.
The Riddler watches you from the monitor with bewilderment. What the fuck were you going off about? Where the fuck were you going on about? Was the knock out drug that strong?
"NO?!" Was all he could muster to say amidst the clutter of thoughts in his head. "THAT'S NOT HOW IT'S SUPPOSED TO GO!"
His voice reverberates with a synthesiser, high pitched against your ear and is particularly not making the ache in your head feel any better. As he throws a hissy fit over your lackluster of an answer, your vein convulsed against your temple painfully. Eventually, you were at your tipping point. There's a limit to what Y/N Chase could take and once it's reached its peak, your rage was inescapable.
"HEY LISTEN HERE, YOU BRAT!" You interrupt his whinings, garnering an offended sneer from him that isn't visible to you. "I'VE JUST HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU BITCHING ABOUT ME GETTING A RIDDDLE 'WRONG'! DID YOU NOT CONSIDER THAT THERE CAN BE MULTIPLE ANSWERS TO EVERYTHING?!"
"LIKE WHAT?!" He screams from the intercoms, his voice bouncing at the walls again, fueling your headache further.
"WHAT'S GREEN AND ABOUT TO BE FUCKED OVER?! THE ANSWER IS TREES BUT THE ANSWER COULD BE YOU ONCE I GET OUT OF HERE!"
"THAT'S NOT HOW THE RIDDLES WORK— BUT I WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOU TRY AND GET OUT!" There was an assured tone in his voice.
The box he locked you in is one of a kind, nothing would break the thing down, nor could it be tinkered via the wiring system. But you're an angry Chase with something to prove. An immovable object is no longer immovable to a determined Y/N Chase.
Edward Nygma got what he was promised. You somehow got out of your cell powered by sheer spite and had, indeed, fucked him over. Not in a way he thought though. He expected himself to be covered in bruises and scratches but... These bruises were not what he had in mind. The scratches, too. He thought he would not feel his legs because you broke it with a sledge hammer, not because you decided to ride him until the crack of dawn. Honestly, it should be the other way around but the thought of you makes his mobility defective.
It was a detail you left out when you told your brother of your abduction. It was good you did, the man was livid and booked a ticket to Gotham if it weren't for you reassuring him one too many times that you were okay, and that he needs his money to feed himself. Adrian got a refund for his ticket and returned to his normal life.
Quite frankly, you were proud of it. Maybe too much.
Other than his body, you had his pride fucked over— you took his v-card, you got him moaning, he was begging. The way he threw his pride over his shoulder just to chase his relief, panting like a dog, being done on his office table, the once organised papers scattered and out of order... Edward "The Riddler" Nygma, begging to be granted the blissful release? Repeating your name again and again, only for you to delay his gratifications? To allow you to be in control of him?
...
Maybe he didn't chose arbitrary staff from Arkham to bring to his latest riddle box. He denies to himself that he chose you for a reason, claiming you were just another one of the run of the mill staff working your ass off to feed yourself and live. He denies that he looked forward to you coming to his cell with a newspaper. He denies that he may have, perhaps, mayhaps, caught feelings for you after your one too many trips to give him his daily newspaper and listen to him.
The next thing you knew, you accepted to be his assistant, his little errand runner after your little rendezvous that one fateful night, why not? He paid quite the sum. He couldn't look you in the eye, any vague or not-so vague mentions of the incident will grant you a childish fit, sending threats at your direction, "I will burn your house down and dance on your grave."
You stuck around, having way too much fun enjoying the power you had over him. But you were merciful, you didn't use it to your advantage... Not too much. You were there for him at all times though, it comes with you being under his employment after all. Threatning to straddle him on his bed to get him to sleep was a nightly occurrence, fecthing him something to eat was also a chore as the man cannot, for the life of him, let go of his work.
You took a week long break and took the opportunity to visit Evergreen, and a certain riddle-loving dork was extra irritable. Your coworkers joked to you that one of them should dress up as you and tuck Mister Nygma to bed. It was fun imagining the burly guys dress up as you and in their baritone voice imitate yours.
But other than that, Mister Nygma got it bad. He knew deep down, he had contracted a disease after being exposed to you. Ah yes, the disease.
I hurt the most when lost, yet also when not had at all. I'm sometimes the hardest to express, but the easiest to ignore. I can be given to many, or just one. What am I?
The only person who he can submit to and not feel inferior. It occured to him naturally that he could trust you with his secrets, tell you about his plans, and he couldn't believe how he let you in on his past. He learned you share the same circumstance of lacking a proper father-figure to look up to, being constantly held back, disgraced and poke fun of... Though in his case, stab fun of.
You were there for him, rescuing him from the stickiest of situations he got himself into. You welcome him in your arms after too many failures, a shoulder to lean on, the one who has his back... And for that, he want nothing more than your happiness. It occured to him naturally to slip a ring on your finger, as he doesn't really know what to do if you weren't by his side.
You just wished your brother would see how much you love your riddle-dork Eddie and how much he loves you, that your Edward's perspective wouldn't matter to Adrian, as long as you're happy.
#adrian chase x reader#adrian chase#vigilante x reader#familial#platonic#sibling reader#x reader#riddler x reader#edward nygma x reader#edward nashton x reader#edward nigma x reader#gotham#peacemaker hbo max#peacemaker fanfic#dc
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> CREEPLING'S 200 FOLLOWER WRITING EVENT !
hey everyone, scout here!!
i can't thank you guys enough for 200 followers!! you have all been so kind and i appreciate you all so much. this past week i have had such a blast reading/writing fanfic and i have fallen back in love with it.
to say thank you, i decided to make a paul dano character-themed writing event!! i have finally found a niche in the fanfic community and i thought this would be a good way to get the danonation writers together<33
(keep reading for the rules + prompts!!)
> THE RULES !
anyone can participate, however the fic has to be about at least one of paul dano's characters.
you can pick any of pd's characters to write about. just not paul dano himself (sorry not comfortable with fanfic about irl people)
solo and x reader fics only please.
this writing event is for drabbles/one-shots only. there is no max/min word count so write as much or little as you want!!
if your fic includes nsfw or major trigger warnings, please label them clearly for readers.
can be romantic, seggsual or platonic.
PLEASE no nsfw fics for pd's characters who are minors.
i will accept a max of 2 fics for each prompt.
send me an inbox, reply or reblog with the prompt you'd like to do and state which character you'll be writing for.
get creative with the prompts!! none of them will be specifically tagged as fluff, angst or smutty so you are free to write them how you wish.
the event is open from the 19th March 2022 to the 19th April 2022. this deadline is only for applying, you can take as long as you need to write your fic!!
REMEMBER TO @ ME AND USE THE TAG #CREEPLING.200 SO I CAN SHARE IT :^)
reblogs are appreciated, so this can reach as many people as possible<33
> THE PROMPTS !
1. "well . . . i guess it's just you and me now."
brian (fast food nation) - @ohcaptains
2. "impressive. i didn't know you had it in you."
3. "are you listening to yourself? god, you're so full of shit!"
4. "we need to leave, now!"
5. "what do you want from me?"
6. "just shut up and kiss me."
calvin weir-fields - @kitmon
7. "i'm not stupid, i see the way you look at me."
eli sunday x reader - @mypoisonedvine (NSFW)
8. "it's not much, but i hope you like it."
dwayne hoover x reader - @tabletophotdish
9. "if you walk out that door, don't think about coming back."
10. "you're too good for me."
edward nashton/the riddler x reader - @sourgrenadine
11. "god, you're freezing!"
12. "are you . . . crying?"
pre-edward nashton - @amissanocte
13. "i'll help you get through this, ok? we can do this together."
jay (okja) x fem!reader-insert - @goldenrazzmatazz
14. "you should hate me after what i did to you."
15. "if only you could see yourself right now . . ."
#creepling.200#creepling.prompts#creepling.event#writing event#writing prompts#paul dano#the batman 2022#the batman#edward nashton#the riddler#dwayne hoover#eli sunday#alex jones#jay okja#edward nashton x reader#the riddler x reader#dwayne hoover x reader#jay okja x reader#eli sunday x reader#little miss sunshine#there will be blood#prisoners#okja#danonation#fanfic#oneshot#drabble#fandom#creepling#fluff
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fab nygmobblepot moments that remind you of kd uwu
OMGGGG AHDAHDUIADHAD
I want to use this moment to be sorry to everyone that follows me but keeps seeing my blog full of Nygmobs/Smaylor instead of kaisoo. I usually don’t get attached to otps like this and it happened in an unexpected way for me. But it’s here and I need to compensate for all the years I didn’t watch Gotham and had no idea about Nygmobs spamming everyone and making my heart warm.
But in general, nygmobblepot isn’t a vision of ideal relationship. Both Edward and Oswald (their surnames Cobblepot and Nygma were the ones who originated this name) are stupid and do stupid shit to each other during most of the series. So, a lot of moments related with the actors counterpart (Robin is the actor who plays Oswald and Cory who plays Ed) reminds me of kaisoo more. But a warning here! Although they have a HUGE chemistry on and off screen, they’re mostly friends. Robin is married for almost ten years so it doesn’t mean their closeness is romantic or sexual. But still, some details remind me of kd.
Similarities with nygmobs:
Height difference: it applies to Smaylor as well because it’s their height but it’s really visible in the series. Cory is a bit taller than JI I think and Robin is like 1.65 but KS is not that taller (I can’t believe he’s 1.73 at all, sorry). But, again, this factor is evident during the series and in some moments and it’s cute.
(the way he moves his feet to reach Ed’s head ;_;)
(when they hug, Oswald barely reaches his shoulders [their hugs are the equivalent to kisses in Gotham])
the closest gif I could find where we can see kd’s height difference without me stealing other people’s gifs.
Penguin reference? That’s pretty obvious. Of course I didn’t start shipping nygmobs because one of them is small and has the Penguin nickname but it made so much easier for me to read some of their fics with kd as characters because they fit the profile so much! And also, I believe KD would totally fit the “murder husbands” couple if someone did a fanfic where they just kill everyone. The closest I remember of a fanfic with this criteria is Juice Pouche where Kyungsoo is a vampire and he protects Jongin and Jongin is kind of badass as well. But the kd fandom needs more fics like this. There’s also “(Before the night is over) come see me” where KS is also a vampire and JI a young werewolf but it focuses more on their relationship than a murder husbands idea Gotham shows so well.
How they met: Gotham’s history has a lot of differences if you compare with other universes, so keep that in mind. In Gotham, Ed works with GCPD but doesn’t feel like himself with the good side. Oswald is the character that spices things up and is a rage of death and destruction and manipulation. But Oswald is infatuated with Jim Gordon (so isn’t the first time it’s implied Penguin is gay) but he goes to the police department to see him. Ed sees him and wants to talk to him no matter the cost. And he does that... And things don’t end that friendly for him because Oswald thinks he’s a weirdo and asks him to fuck off, basically. It reminded me of kd’s first meeting where KS was the one admiring JI all along but JI get frightned. But, during their second meeting, they bond and become friends. For Nygmobs it takes more time for their second meeting but they end up developing and being in good terms :’)
Their personas, sort of: Ed is the tall one, younger and logic. Oswald is the oldest, smaller and that thinks with his heart. I love how JI could show the more logic side of himself during the last few years and, again, while reading Nygmobs fics using kd names, it was easy to fit the profile for me (that was during the time I wasn’t too deep into nygmobs and I didn’t knok them that well. KS looks cold and deatached and that’s why many people got impressed when he said, during Knowing Bros that he would choose love over friendship. He doesn’t play the part but, considering all the context, it fits him pretty well and reading this description of Oswald made me so familiar because it fits KD well. Ofc I don’t know their private lives and whatever but it’s just the impression I had as a viewer and random person;
Drama issue: when I say drama here, it’s related with how people percieve the two OTPs and how different people visualize LGBT relationship in media. Nygmobblepot had a lot of drama involved because they’re the fucking Riddler and Penguin, two of the most famous Batman villains. People saw them in different sorts of media before and others idolize those characters because of videogames and comics. So, when Oswald mentioned expressedly that he was in love with Edward, it caused an uproar in the fandom. People accused the producers and Robin of messing with the comic canon because the fucking Penguin became gay??? Robin was outspoken about the homophobia behind those statements since he’s a gay man himself but yeah, the drama existed. Part of the people invovled with the series rooted for Nygmobblepot, including some writers and the actors (Cory was the one with ambiguous messages about the nature of their relationship but it’s not even close what happened with other series like Supergirl, Supernatural and Sherlock). But it was aired by FOX, a right wing channel and, as you may imagine, they didn’t become canon per se. Actually, after Oswald said he was in love with Ed and planned on confessing to him, the writers presented a clone of Ed’s ex girlfriend with no explanation and purpose, only to separate them for most part of the series future. After that, some people seemed to have FORGOTTEN Oswald was once in love with Edward, rationalizing many things that are hard to explain with a “bro explanation”, they had a scene where the characters would have evolved even more but it was CUTTED and CHANGED and execs added the sentence “we’re brothers” to make EXPLICIT that Nygmobblepot’s relationship wouldn’t be interpreted as a romance at the end of the series (but, honestly, the actors went for the romance path anyway, the deleted scenes and the final episode can’t convince me otherwise).
What’s related with KD, may you ask? I think you’re familiar with all the drama KD faced since 2016 and how many stuff exploded during that time. How many parts are involved into creating a certain image and shifting it to be appealing and “friendly” is similar with what happens with idols. It’s no secret now about many scandals of bullying and other issues that are considered problematic and how they need to be pushed under the rug for companies so idols can make money and be profitable. Especially for male idols, it’s important that they are viewed as desirable and an object of the fans affections. That’s why he needs to be handsome and kind and look like a person that doesn’t exist. If an idol is openly gay, this person isn’t viewed by the major public with the same interest because they can’t fit the fantasy. That’s why scandals involving idols being gay need to be forgotten and deleted from people’s minds, otherwise that celebrity is ostracized. Although we tend to see the Ocident as “progressive”, there’s similar things happening in that industry. If a celebrity is openly LGBT, they don’t receive certain roles or opportunities because of it. There’s still a huge stigma that needs to be broken and we, as a society, are so far way from it. But recognizing those differences exist it’s a step forward.
Similarities with Smaylor
For me, one of the reasons Nygmobblepot works so well is because of the actors. They portrait a good chemistry because of their friendship off screen and some non verbal signs they display around each other are amazing. Those are things that remind me more of KD as we see them in a lot of moments. So, I wanted space to show those comparisons below:
Mutual admiration: it’s something both Smaylor and KD display a LOT and is extrememly outspoken. I really love watching their old interviews because the affection and admiration is so genuine it makes me drawn to them despite not being romantically involved.
(full gifset)
(there are more moments than these but I don’t want to steal gifs and there’s not much on the gif research and that sucks. Same with KD’s).
Stares and touches: Robin was the responsible for the deep stares and Cory for the random touches. There’s so many gifs of it that is hilarious. It’s like JI divided himself in two cells because we know he’s more known for both >.<
(Cory was touching Robin all the way during this interview rip)
(the gifset!!!)
You’re pretty moment: Robin, like KS, is the one that mentions about Cory/JI’s physical attributes. They have a moment pretty similar and, for KD its famous among shippers:
(gif link)
(actually, Robin called Cory dashingly handsome but its okay)
Cory lost it
There’s another series of gifsets with Robin calling Cory handsome LMAOO
:))))
Synchronization: for specialists in body language, it’s a factor that shows two people are close. That’s because of the mirror neurons we have that makes us copy movements, actions or words that someone we have empathy/we are close with do or say. Both kd and smaylor do this and it’s really soft.
(one of the classics)
(classic 2)
whole gifset (i love this interview so much)
(gif)
The fact the actors came up with their OTP names: people tend to forget that KD’s real otp name (according with Jongin) is dika. Cory also came up with Nygmobblepot name and Smaylor too <3
So, meanwhile Nygmobs has thropies that work a lot with KD AUs, Smaylor has healthy dynamics seen in public appearances KD made. Like I said above, there’s a huge polemic about shipping Smaylor romantically because Robin is married. On social media, is visible he loves his husband and it’s pretty cute to see. Cory himself mentioned that their relationship was sort of a platonic friendship (whatever that means) but it’s really genuine in terms of affections and display of admiration, something KD has as well.
Probably someone will question that it may changed the way I see KD or if now I ship them as bros. Nothing about that changed. With KD, although there are some similar details, there are internal AND external factors that made me support them in a romantic perspective in the first place. And it didn’t change.
But both of them (Nygmobs too) make me feel that I’m testimoning something genuine, which is really hard in both kpop and media universes. In one side, we have a LOT of fanservice. And, in the other, it’s mostly a work interaction with lots of queerbating. Yes, Gotham has queerbating aspects in it but it’s not full of queerbating, if it makes sense. The message the actors and some writers wanted to convey are there and really display a romantic direction with character evolution and growth. And, considering the way media is nowadays, it’s nice to see.
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Riddler comforts you while you have period pain (platonically (or queerplatonically?))
Disclaimers:
I'm quite new to writing fanfiction, and I wrote this while dying of period pain, so it might not be the best writing, especially near the end
He's uncharacteristically nice I need comfort okay? (also there's only one riddle)
Allo people are free to interact but please be mindful that I am aroace and this isn't made for you
It's non-romantic and non-sexual but there is touching for comfort in the last third so if you're touch-averse when it comes to fanfiction then you might not like it
I am English, so there might be language differences if you're American (eg: pants is referring to underpants, not trousers)
NO TERFS.
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Swearing (F**k and B*tch), period pain, hurt/comfort, house break-in
Reader insert info:
Vigilante, explicitly asexual (romanticism isn't addressed at all so they're implicitly aromantic but they don't have to be), AFAB (no gender revealed)
Word count: 938
The monthly sinking feeling hits you as you look down at your pants and finally see blood. You knew it was coming; you pre-emptively put a pad in there, but it still send a wave of misery through you as you let out a “fuck!” You stand up, wincing in pain, and pull them up along with your pyjama bottoms. You flush the toilet, watching it go just like your hopes and dreams for the next week. You leave the bathroom and trudge through your house, finally reaching the bedroom. You open the door, turn the light on, and freeze.
There is a man on your bed. He is looking at you, a smug smile on his face, posing with one leg outstretched and the other bent, forming a triangular hole between the two. He’s wearing his bright green spandex, covered in question marks.
“Hello, vigilante,” the Riddler says.
“Oh fuck off!” you say, the pain making you slightly hunched over. The smile turns into a little look of shock before he regains his composure.
“…well, aren’t you foul-mouthed today? What’s wrong? Scared, knowing that I, the Riddler, Prince of Puzzles knows your secret identity?” he says, beaming. He looks into your eyes, and sees the tears. “Are you okay, vigilante?” You are now hunched over a lot more.
“Move,” you reply. He is taken aback.
“Well, you’re being a bit rude to such an esteemed guest, aren’t you?” he retorts, but still shuffling over and bringing his legs in. You lurch toward the bed, practically collapsing on it.
“Get the fuck off my bed. Now.”
“…you’re being uncharacteristically rude. Is it something I said? Is it the fact I deduced your identity with my genius mind and broke into your house?” he responds, staring at you.
“I’m fucking dying right now, get out.”
“Huh? D… dying? Whatever makes you say that?! You’re not doing your vigilante things this week! Did… could someone else possibly have-”
“Werewolf moment.”
He pauses. “Oh. You mean, uh… I am a river of red, containing unused life, if you wanted to be bred, then seeing this causes strife?”
“How the fuck should I know what that means? Bitch I am fucking bleeding right now please shut up just for one second,” you say, curled up on your bed, crying. There is silence, then you can feel him stand up and get off the bed. You drag yourself toward the pillow, and curl up on it. You can feel his weight on the other end of the bed, sitting a respectful distance away from you.
“Is this why you always disappear for two weeks?”
“Yeah.”
There is a pause. You glance up, and see him on his phone, with his green phone case covered in dorky purple question marks. “You better not be taking any bloody pictures,” you say, grimacing.
“I already have the ultimate blackmail. I’m not that cruel. No, I’m simply searching for the methods of reducing period pain. Alright. Um… have you stopped smoking?”
“Never even started it.”
“Alright then. Uh… do you have a, um, a hot water bottle or something?” he asks, rocking backwards and forwards slightly. You point to the fluffy hot water bottle on your shelf. He walks over and picks it up. “I’ll go and fill this up, then,” he says, walking through your door. A couple of minutes pass in agony, and he returns, placing it on your tummy. It’s nice and warm. He also brought a bottle of water for drinking, and places it on your bedside cabinet. He sits on the edge of your bed again, scrolling for more suggestions. His eyes widen a little. He glances around, and sees your ace pride flag on the wall. “I’m definitely not doing… that…” he mumbles. He keeps scrolling, and glances at you, seeing you clutch the hot water bottle, your teeth gritted, curled up on the bed. He slowly shuffles closer to you as you make pained noises. He gently lays his hand on your shoulder. You let out a little whimper, in too much pain to show your gratitude. Right now, you can’t focus on the fact that he is your enemy, all you can think of is the intense pain, and the fact that he is helping you.
“Why…” you murmur, trying to focus on his hand.
“You’re the sweetest vigilante ever. Seeing you like this, in so much pain that you’ve been telling me to fuck off, is a little heartbreaking. I wish Batman was going through this. Not you,” he says, the mocking tone gone from his voice. He sounds sincere. He wipes the tears from your eyes, and you make little noises as his soft glove touches your face. He gives a little smile, and continues wiping the tears, letting you cry onto his purple glove. You’re making little screaming noises, and he wraps his arms around you, gently rocking you like a baby. “It’s okay… you’ve got the greatest genius ever with you…” he says, holding you close.
“I’m dying… I’m dying… fuck… I’m dying…”
He puts one of his hands on your tummy, and gently rubs circles around it. You keep whimpering, but his hands are comforting. “Thank you… thank you…” you say weakly. He continues for a few more minutes, and the pain starts to die down. You make soft little noises, and he gently lays you on the bed again. He tucks you in, and you can feel tiredness fill you. He gives you a gentle pat on the head.
“Sleep tight,” he says, as you close your eyes and drift off to sleep.
#riddler fanfic#platonic riddler fanfic#platonic riddler x reader#queerplatonic riddler x reader#queerplatonic riddler fanfic#the riddler#riddler & reader#the riddler fanfic#riddler#edward nygma#edward nigma#dc fanfic#aspec reader#asexual reader#queerplatonic x reader#platonic x reader#tw periods#hurt/comfort#fanfic
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Danonation, I’d also be taking FanFic and HC requests for the following Paul Dano characters now!
Alex Jones/Barry Milland (Prisoners) - Platonic only!
Dwayne Hoover (Little Miss Sunshine) - Platonic only!
Edward Nashton/The Riddler (The Batman)
Eli Sunday (There Will Be Blood)
Jay (Okja)
Please note that I only write Gender Neutral and (Trans) Male Readers. And please read this post BEFORE you send me anything, thank you!
Take care. <3
#ronny.exe#danonation#paul dano#alex jones#barry milland#prisoners 2013#dwayne hoover#little miss sunshine#edward nashton#ed nashton#the riddler#dano riddler#the batman#eli sunday#there will be blood#jay okja#okja#requests
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I just got 25 followers! Yay!!
Yes, half of them are porn blogs BUT STILL
Most of you aren’t. And I love you.
I want to write you a fanfic or something. If you have requests - hit me up. I will write fanfics for you. Give me prompts. Give me AUs. Give me cross universe.
Here’s what I know well enough to write.
BBC Sherlock - I can do most ships. Just...ask me first. I may or may not be able to, but I’ll do my best.
Supernatural - I’ve really only seen up to season 5, but I can catch up fast.
Steven Universe - nothing creepy, please? If you want a gem and Steven, I’m going to age him so he’s older than 14. I’m going to make him like 20s-30s. This includes Lapeven.
Gravity Falls - same thing. If you want me to do a Grunkle Stan x Lil Gideon, it’s going to be platonic / purely for comedy.
DanganRonpa - I have seen the first anime and played up to the 2nd murder in the DanganRonpa game.
Re:Zero - I AM DYING TO DO THIS HOLY FUCK
Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress - AGAIN I WANT THIS SO MUCH
DC - Harley Quinn, Joker, Batman, some Batfam, Riddler, Cobblepot (preferably the one from the Telltale game since I haven’t seen Gotham yet), etc. Throw me stuff. Make this fun. Will cross-universe with Marvel.
Marvel - Deadpool, Captain America, Bucky Barnes, Iron Man, pretty much anything. Will cross-universe with DC
umm if it’s not listed, ask?
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I have another Riddler & Reader fanfic! It will have multiple chapters, you can read it on AO3 or read it below the cut :)
Disclaimers:
I'm very inexperienced when it comes to writing, I'm just an oriented aroace who's fuelled by desperation, spite and Riddler brainrot
Allos can interact but please be mindful that it isn't for you
I'm English so there may be language differences if you're American
Rating: This chapter is teen but in future the fic will probably be mature for some violence and trauma
Warnings: Swearing, near-death experience, kidnapping kind of (it's a little complicated, but it's not as scary or anything)
Reader insert info: Vigilante, Batfam member, not good at riddles, a bit of an idiot
Word count: 2571
You hold the cape tighter around you as you glance over the case files. You glare at the jigsaw pieces, your hands shaking too much to put them together well. Alfred comes down the service elevator, his tray carrying two mugs.
“Thank you!” you say, taking the hot chocolate, as Batman gives a little grunt of appreciation and starts sipping the coffee. Alfred gives a little shiver.
“Sir, might I suggest we have a check in with our old friend Victor?”
“Hmh. Batcomputer, which inmates are in Arkham?” Batman asks. You manage to put two of the pieces of the sprawling jigsaw together as the computer lists off people registered as currently in Arkham. You let out a sigh of frustration, hoping that soon the Riddler will be on that list. Batman scowls at the screen.
“That’s odd. Energy readings in his cell are lower than usual. It’s night time, the inmates should be sleeping,” he says.
“He’s escaped?” you say, taking a sip of the hot chocolate and letting the marshmallows flow onto your tongue.
“Well, I do believe we know who our culprit is,” Alfred says.
“Freeze willingly admitted himself into Arkham. He seemed regretful of everything and wanting the help. Why would he now escape?” Batman asks. You take a long sip of the hot chocolate and look at Batman – any excuse to take your eyes off of that damned puzzle with its garish colours. He looks at you. “I’ll investigate. Get some rest,” Batman says. You and Alfred start to go upstairs. You can hear the roar of the Batmobile below you, but as soon as you cross the threshold into Wayne Manor, you can’t hear it anymore.
That night, you dream of the Riddler. He’s laughing, and you run after him, but he’s always out of reach. You leap at him desperately, and shatter on the ground into tiny little jigsaw pieces. He starts putting them together, forming the word idiot – stupid – fool – it is constantly changing. When you wake up, you are shivering. You realise this is not from the dream, but is from the cold.
The next days are a blur. Crime is soaring, and you spend most of the time alone in the Batcave, with Alfred frequently coming down with warm drinks, snacks, and encouragement. Sometimes Batman comes back, hot on the trail of Mr Freeze. Occasionally, Robin comes in after going on patrol. You wish Oracle was available to help. She’s a genius. But there are serious threats with danger to life, while all the Riddler has been doing is draining bank accounts every day, something which can easily be reversed once he is stopped. With every bank account, the owner logs into the website only to find that instead of their balance, they see a riddle. You’re pondering the answers as you glare at the geometric shapes on the jigsaw.
Wait… they look like… a map…
On the largest segment you’ve assembled, you recognise it as your favourite park you used to go to. Before.
You think about the answers to the riddles. You have a hunch. And you’re going to act on it. That night, after Alfred sees the dark circles under your eyes and sends you to bed, you sneak back into the Batcave. This is your chance to prove yourself. This is your chance to finally meet an A-list Rogue. You’re walking out of the Batcave, running, tightly holding your cape around you. The air is chillier as you get deeper into the city. You hear the crunching of snow beneath your feet. Teeth chattering, you glance back, and see the footprints are gone, already filled in with more snow. You have to persist. You can’t tell if you’re on the grass yet. The snow is too deep and you can’t feel the texture of the ground. Now you can’t feel your feet. The crunch of the snow is slowing. You can barely see through all of the snow. Snowflakes are falling all around, and your cape is covered in white, as you can finally see something through the white of the blizzard. You will your arm to move, and it creeps forward, getting closer to the door, closer… closer… closer…
Stop.
Stripes of warmth streak across your face. You will yourself to make your brain fire signals that cause your eyelids to slowly, slowly creep open, painstakingly slow, too slow, it’s like there’s no energy left in your body. You see… him. His gloveless hands are stroking both sides of your face, filling it with warmth. You want to yell at him, insult him for tormenting you with that hellish jigsaw puzzle, but your mouth sluggishly opens then hangs there as no sound comes out. The Riddler’s face is so close to yours, his breath warm on your skin. Your eyes start twitching as he continues gently rubbing your cheeks. You want to move away from this villain who has you at his mercy, but you can’t even feel the rest of your body. It is evident that some colour has returned to your face, as he takes his hands away, and takes your gloves off, beginning to hold your hands. Warmth floods through them. You try to tell him to go away, but instead you make a pathetic little whimper. He strokes your hands.
“Shh. You have the honour, the privilege of having your life saved by the Prince of Puzzles. I haven’t taken your mask off, it would be too easy to reveal the identity of an idiot like you when I can easily deduce your identity by myself,” he says, the warmth of his hands filling your hands, and the condescension of his words filling your mind with the urge to smack him. “Come on, how foolish, little Bat! We’re in a one digit temperature! You seriously expected you could waltz into my lair wearing nothing but that silly outfit?” He gives a condescending laugh. Your face heats up, a mixture of rage and embarrassment. “Good, that’ll thaw you out.” He smirks. You can’t take how insufferable he is, and you start to move your arm, willing your blood to try and flow through the arteries and make the muscles start moving, rising – he tightly grips your wrist, and uses his fingers to unclench your fist. You glare at him as you can’t stop your fingers from sinking into his. “Ah, ah, ah, vigilante! You wouldn’t be planning to hit me, would you?” he says, a cheeky smile on his incredibly punchable face. His purple mask is creasing at the eyes.
“Jig… saw… fuck… you…” you say, the words finally coming out of your mouth. It doesn’t even feel like you’re talking. He gives a little chuckle.
“Oh my, you’ve taken a long time, haven’t you? I would have assembled it all a week ago! Anyway, little Bat, I can’t have you trying to hit me, even if I am irresistible,” he says, a smug smile on his face. He gets up for a bit and goes to a drawer, as you try desperately to wiggle your fingers and get the blood rushing back to your arm. You need to hit this smug man. He strides back over to you, and catches your sluggish fist with ease, enveloping it with his warmth. He hooks a handcuff around your fist, and closes it, before cuffing the other hand. Your arms droop down as soon as he lets go of the bulky cuffs. “The little Bat isn’t strong enough for some measly handcuffs? My, my, they let anyone be a vigilante these days,” he says, with a little chuckle. You grimace, and his expression softens a little. He pats you on the head with his warm hand. In his other hand is a remote control. “There’s a reason why it’s so heavy. I wouldn’t put you through meaningless suffering, little Bat,” he says, pressing the button. Instantly, you feel warmth flowing into your wrists. You can feel your glare melt away as the warmth spreads through your arms.
“There we are. That’ll warm you up!” he says, clapping his hands together and giving a little smile, “Isn’t it ingenious?” His mask widens. He’s giving puppy eyes.
“What do you… want…”
“For one of the Bat-Kids not to die on the doorstep of my secret hideout? How old even are you, anyway?”
“Not… a kid!”
“It doesn’t matter, you’re a mere child compared to me. What are you doing up so late on a school night?”
“Man… child!”
He feigns an offended look. At least, you hope he’s feigning it. What if he isn’t?
“S-sorry,” you say, the thoughts getting the better of you. He gives a little laugh.
“It was a joke, child child,” he says, giving you another headpat. Now that you’ve given up on the idea of punching him in the face, you have to appreciate the warmth and softness of his hands. You can feel your body again as the warmth spreads. He gives a little smile and ruffles your hair.
“You’re the most adorable person I’ve ever kidnapped.” You tense up, cold dread rushing through you, but it makes a lot of sense. Why would he just let you go? His eyes scan your expression.
“Hey. I’m not as lowly as such cretins as the Joker. I won’t be hurting you. I don’t need to, I could easily defeat you in a battle of wits.” You pause. “Kid, you were unconscious an hour. Frozen. In that time, I invented these heated handcuffs especially for you with my genius wit, all the while trying to keep your body warm enough for you to not die. Would I go through all of that trouble just to kill you?” he says, a sincere look on his face.
“That bloody jigsaw was killing me,” you say. He lets out a laugh.
“How long did it take for you to put it together and solve it?”
“I didn’t put it all together. I had a section of around 30 pieces done, and realised it was a map. I was thinking about the riddles in the bank account hackings, and I had a hunch.”
“A hunch?! You came out here in a blizzard on a hunch?!” he says, incredulous, “I don’t know if I should laugh or be concerned!” You look away, embarrassed. He puts his warm hand on your shoulder. “Well… it was the right hunch. Even though you were incredibly foolish. I haven’t heard of you, so I’m assuming you’re new. Don’t take risks like that until you’ve got some experience under your belt.” You glance down, and see that he has removed your utility belt. You glance around the room. The walls are made of the building’s original stone, but filled with electrical gizmos and lights, and covered in writing and little doodles in green. There are drawings of Batman in increasingly comical deathtraps.
“What… will you do to me?” you ask.
“Well, I’ll be keeping you hostage. As soon as it’s warm enough to leave the building, I’ll be using you as bait to lure Batman into my clutches,” he says. “I’ll be keeping you alive and well while we bide our time.”
You have a sinking feeling. You’re his hostage now. You didn’t even get chance to say goodbye. “My… they’re gonna be worried about me…” you say, voice cracking a little. You wince; it hurts your throat. “I w-went here without telling anyone…”
He gives a little chuckle, then sees the look on your face. He instantly softens. “I’ll send Batman a riddle, okay? If he can wrap his head around it then he’ll know you’re alive and… as well as can be, considering you almost froze to death.” He gently pats your shoulder, giving a smile that seems to have gentleness behind it. The moment lasts for a few seconds, then he speaks again. “Kid, you look exhausted. I’ll get sleeping arrangements sorted.”
He walks off, and you wait, basking in the warmth of the handcuffs. You can feel the faint chill around you, and eventually, he returns. He’s changed outfit now, wearing a green flannel robe, with purple question marks inside each square in the pattern, and matching pyjama bottoms. You can see a matching buttoned top peeking through the robe. It feels weird, seeing him without the hat on, or the mask, instead wearing rectangular glasses. He’s holding more clothes in his arms, and takes you to a little bathroom, with no windows. He undoes your handcuffs, and gives you the clothes.
“I’ll leave you a little privacy now. Don’t you dare escape,” he says, smirking at the end. He leaves you to do your business and get changed.
You leave the bathroom in the soft, warm flannel. He immediately grabs your wrist and handcuffs you again. He lets out a little chuckle at how baggy the pyjamas are on you, and ruffles your hair. You glare at him, but can’t deny that his hands are warm. You’re still wearing your mask, and you have to admit that you probably look very silly. He leads you to the bedroom, and takes you to a little mattress at the side of a large bed, with question mark carvings. He puts his hand on your head and pushes you down onto the mattress, a little smile on his face. “Did you want the proper bed?” he asks, a smug smile on his face, and the hints of a laugh coming through his voice.
“Honestly, I’d sleep on the floor if it meant you’d have to sleep on the floor,” you reply, some of your irritation returning. He may be warm, but he is still insufferable, and you think you might dream about punching him in the face tonight. He lets out a little chuckle.
“Too bad! Because it doesn’t! Tell you what, how about I ask you a riddle, and if you get it right, you can choose the sleeping arrangement. There are twenty people at a party who will only shake hands with someone bigger than them. How many handshakes occur?” he asks. You think for a while.
“190?”
He laughs like a man with Joker Gas. “190?! 190?! Ha! The answer is 0! Once again, I win!”
You snarl at him. He giggles, and ruffles your hair again.
“Calm down, angry dog! You should have known you wouldn’t win!” The Riddler walks over to the door, and starts placing lines of string everywhere.
“I could just leave you to whatever escape attempt you’ve been concocting in that mind of yours, but I’m starting to doubt you have one. I’m not so heartless as to let you die in the cold. If you’re so intent on going out to die, you’ll have to sneak past these. I look forward to waking up in the middle of the night to the alarm.”
Eventually, the room is surrounded by string. He gives a smug smile, and turns his attention back to you. He wraps you in a fluffy blanket, and puts thick bedcovers on top of you, tucking you in. You feel so snug, and you have to admit it’s so toasty and warm. He gets onto his own bed, covering himself in several blankets. He looks down at you, a smile on his face, and turns off the light. Unable to escape, you decide to let sleep come, and drift off.
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