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imagine--if · 2 months

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A/N: I've missed writing for Eddie 🥹 hope you enjoy reading! And happy 2nd anniversary to The Batman movie!! Can't believe I fell in love with the film and its characters two solid years ago, and super hyped for the sequel 🖤 A Bruce Wayne/Battinson imagine will be coming soon, so stay tuned!!

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Time period: Riddler Year One, Issue 6 (beginning of The Batman)

He hated it when you were gone this long.

It was okay if he knew where you were, if you were working or out with a couple of friends, someplace he could track you through your phone. Through windows. Through anything. As long as the sun was still out and he knew exactly where you were, could reach you whenever he wanted, he could keep his grip on his mentality, and at least half-focus on his plans and preparations.

But he couldn't do any of that right now. Which led to the inevitable.

Pacing his shabby little apartment that you somehow managed to make a little brighter, tidier, something close to home, closer than he'd ever got before. But now, it was cold and dark and empty, painfully quiet, apart from his uneven, staggering breaths that Edward tried in vain to swallow down.

'Breathe.'

It was a simple job. Too simple. Sneak into the Penguin's rooms at the Iceberg Lounge, plant the bug, slip out again, unnoticed. And you would either be very much unnoticed, blending in perfectly with. there's of the deceptively beautiful girls and boys who danced and flirted and drank at the bars and around round tables and tall, glossy silver poles stretching up into the high ceilings of the club. Or you would be pulled aside by some pervert that thought you were as pretty as Edward himself did, maybe by the Penguin, or that pig Falcone.

He shouldn't have set you. Too risky. Send a follower? No, too complicated; not enough of them yet, everything still growing and finalising, piecing together in a lovely puzzle crafted by his mind. You might well go unnoticed, but if he dared go himself, it would be a horror show.

This was a baadddd idea.

The smooth click and glide of the lock twisting and opening up the heavy front door made him flinch out of his thoughts, murky green eyes jumping to the short hallway with hope and fear in his gaze. The same hope a puppy gets when its owner comes back home, the same fear a madman harbours in a dizzying craze, living off the what-ifs and obsessions their mind feeds them in the darkness.

When he speaks, it's in a rush, words tripping over each other and his voice catching, stumbling forwards to grip onto your shoulders with his soft but firm, trembling grip.

"You were gone too long," Edward insists, his fingers digging into the fabric of your sweater, searching for your warmth and reassurance, his eyes trying to take in every part of your face at once. "Too long... and I was worrying, and I felt sick, and I- you can't do it again, please, please, because-"

"It's alright, Eddie," you cut him short gently in amusement and sympathy, your arms fitting snugly around his neck as you embrace him. You easily fill him shiver at the contact, starving, aching, as he hugs you back with enough force to make you breathless, digging his face in your neck needily with a soft whining sound.

It's almost funny, how desperate and childlike he can be, all big green eyes sparkling with joy and awe at how readily you give your affections to him, his skin bare of any sweet touch from another being in Gotham other than yours. But he doesn't want anyone else's now, anyway. The rest of Gotham can sink into its corruption, and his hope incarnate can dance above the waves.

He gazes up at you in a slight daze, speechless, and you smile at him the way you do, the way that makes him smile back in giddy wonder, his thoughts spinning around and around like a carousel, all bright, pure lights and ethereal tunes.

"I miss you," Edward mumbles, half to himself, his stare wandering to study your eyes, your nose, your lips. "Always."

"I missed you too," you reply earnestly, "but it was worth it. I did what you said."

He blinks at your words, his attention circling back as he looks up into your eyes in curiosity and a sweet, almost innocent light, one that doesn't at all match the moment.

"I bugged his office," you clarify, nodding, "in and out. No one saw my face, and if they did, they won't remember it."

Edward lets out a slow breath, his expression loosening from intrigue and thought to the depths bubbling to the surface, his eyes spiked with venom and his words hushed with a small smirk.

"Oh," he mumbles, before giggling slightly, blinking up at you in pride and unhinged malice. "I love you."

You beam at his words, your fingers stroking down the plump curve. of his cheek, an action that makes him shudder and his breath catch in his throat, his eyes round and adoring.

"I love you too, Ed."

"I- I'll give you everything," he promises, his words rolling into lovestruck rambles between repeating your name, "everything I have. Every... everything."

There's that strange but familiar feral hunger in his eyes, not violent, but full of untethered passion and obsession, of love and lust, of everything he's never experienced before. And now that he is, he wants it all, wants it now, to feel everything at once and lose himself in endless spirals of pleasure and ecstasy that rakes up his spine and makes his voice crack and break-

"I'll never," Edward continues in a whisper, tugging you deeper into his arms, walking back and down onto his couch and pulling you with him, "never let you go. Everything will happen as it should, and I'll be there to get you... again, and again, and again, and again, and-"

You let him keep rambling on, his cheek rubbing against yours and ducking into the hot curve of your neck like a cat, his damp lips skimming your skin mindlessly, hanging onto you with his surprisingly strong grip, even though there's nowhere else to go. Tonight, there's nothing but the Riddler, his arms trapping you inside all that he is.

Black and green screens of computers running code down their displays absently fills the night with an eerie but almost comforting glow, polaroid pictures of his targets, red ink scribbled harshly in question marks and accusations over the glossy print. For you, there's a separate case of shots, most taken with you knowing, across the room in his apartment, with Edward grinning and giggling when you glare at him weakly in amusement and protest at the constant flashes and printing of pictures and mugshots.

No escape. None at all. You're with him for life, because you let him in, and like a virus, he ran through everything that makes you, you, drinking it in and fantasizing up until this very moment. A moment where Edward forgot about the blood he shed and the streams up for his cult following, the big board pinned with pictures and news clippings and rage in the form of black and white. He just clung to you fiercely, inhaled you, to do it all again the next morning, still trembling with the warmth and tremors of raw desire and love.

I am there, but cannot be seen," he whispers in your ear, nuzzling impossibly closer to you, his fingers lacing with yours, "to have me costs you nothing. To be without me costs you everything. What am I?"

You've heard this one before. It was in one of the little notes he left you during your first few meetings with him, and every one of his riddles seemed to have something to do with you, with how he saw you, absolutely angelic with no flaws, no blemishes, gorgeously unharmed by the wicked world of Gotham.

"Hope?" you guess correctly, glancing up at him expectantly, and he giggles again, his fingers tracing over your lips boldly, caught up in the moment and his own wonderful world of puzzles and clues.

"Or," Edward smiles brightly at you, resting his forehead against yours... and answering with your name.

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arabriddler · 16 days

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I wrote a little fic while I was away about (middle-eastern) riddler meeting his mother in Arkham

Bonus :

how Salim looks in Arabic, read from right to left

سالم

#The riddler #edward nygma #Riddler fanfiction #Nahlaverse

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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AHHHH UR WRITING IS JUST CHEF KISS I CANT GET ENOUGH OF IT, ITS SOO GOOD AND UR CHARACTERIZATION OF EDDIE IS JUST AMAZING IM OBSESSED, ALSO FLUSTERED EDDIE IS EVERYTHING MAN I LOVE HOW SHY HE IS ✋😫

Now make them kiss 🔫👹

Oh God oh shit don't shoot I haven't picked up my makeup order yet. Btw sorry this is so short ??

Imagine the Riddler being your secret admirer. - Part 4

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Eddie always insisted on walking you home. At first, you didn't want to trouble him but you soon realized that the little favour meant more to him than it did to you. There was something about you being left vulnerable to Gotham's cruelty that made him jittery; his clingy, anxious nature could paint true masterpieces of horror disguised as intrusive thoughts. Besides, it was a good pretext to stretch out your date for another thirty minutes or so.

His hands were always warm and soft, which was part of the reason why you like holding them so much. The other satisfying thing was the adorable bashfulness the act of affection elicited from him. Despite his vivid shyness, once he had a hold of your hand, he was committed - not letting go until absolutely necessary.

When you arrived at your apartment building, you quietly questioned whether the distance from the coffee shop you met at was always this short. It seemed as if anytime Eddie was walking you home, the streets of Gotham became suspiciously short as if specifically trying to spite the newly found lovers.

You pushed the door to building open, even letting one of your feet step over the threshold before you stopped altogether. There was something you'd been thinking about for the entire day, barely holding the urge in and now, when his longing stare was watching you disappear into the night, you let those recurring thoughts win.

Unable to hold back a smile, you turned around to face Eddie. "Actually, I nearly forgot to give you something."

"You... have something for me?" he asked while you were walking towards him. A blush appeared on his cheeks as it usually did when you showed him any kind of interest.

"Yeah, just a small thing," you answered with a shrug. For all he knew, you meant something completely insignificant.

Before Ed had an occasion to question you further about the enigmatic, if not elusive, gift, you leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips. You could still taste the root spices from the pumpkin pie he and you ate.

Eddie froze. His mind was about as blank as it could physically get. You were kissing him and he definitely wasn't asleep. Lacking experience in that department, he tried to kiss you back as best as he could manage. He was probably going to overthink that beautiful moment when he gets back home, yelling at himself for being so awkward but at the moment no coherent thought could form in his mind: there was only you and the way your soft lips moved against his. A faint aroma of vanilla entered his nostrils - your lipstick must have been a scented one.

When you pulled away, the chill night air made his face feel unbearably cold. "Nearly forgot to give you a kiss," you whispered. Then you pecked the corner of his mouth and went inside your apartment building. The click of the front door locking shook Eddie awake.

All of this... actually... happened. He could die a happy man now.

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peterparkersnose · 2 years

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Corrupt

riddler x reader

riddler x politician daughter!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: stalking, mentions and descriptions of infidelity, mentions of alcohol, jealousy, mentions of pregnancy and abortion, paying off people in a wrongful manner

a/n there will be a part two babes, this is just so long already as it is. I like to chunk it up. as a reader, I get turned off by stories that run long. I hope you enjoy my first riddler fic :)

(also, kat is not catwoman. I realized the reference after I wrote this, but I really liked the name so I kept it.)

summary Y/N L/N. Daughter of an infamous Gotham senator. Edward takes a particular interest in her. When fate brings them together, he can’t help himself anymore. She needs to be shielded from her father’s corruptness. And from Bruce Wayne.

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read time: 9 mins 44 seconds

Part 2

Y/N L/N. Gotham socialite, Graduate of GU, daughter of a senator, one of the most eligible women in the whole city. You have had links to many prominent people in this town, the most renowned one being Bruce Wayne. You currently were unemployed, but spent time at volunteer shelters. Things in your life seemed good. Your birthday was coming up. Your dad had just bought you a new car. You and your friends were planning a night out in Gotham for your twenty third birthday. But oh, little did you know.

***

Edward Nashton was quite a subtle man. Blending into the background, being ignored, and staying quiet was his specialty. He was scouring news channels for any motive to play out his desires. Kellan L/N had made a speech recently to announce the decrease of crime in his district. Edward laughed so hard he almost knocked the glass of water off of his table next to him. Just as he was about to flip the channel, he noticed you. Standing in the back. Your bright eyes were focused on the senator. Edwards heart sank when he saw this. Such a beautiful girl fooled by the politics of Gotham. He had to know who you were.

A quick internet reverse search brought up your digital profile. Ed was quick to dissect it. He wanted to throw up when he found out you were the daughter of Kellan L/N, third child of his. He didn’t know he had any other children than his sons. They were a bit older than you anyways. Edward had a small dislike for the L/N sons, your older brothers. He’s found douchey photos online of them partying on yachts with other women and expensive alcohol. How would their wives feel about that? All funded by their dad. He definitely also engaged in these activities. Pictures dating back thirty/forty years depicted your father cheating on your mother.

Slamming his computer shut, he pulled out his phone. His notepad sat next to him as he scrolled through your instagram.

24.9k followers. Impressive.

Edward scrolled through your photos. He figured out your best friend was named Hazel. She was the daughter of a senator from another city. Not his problem, other places corruption. You had been friends with Hazel since about ninth grade, when you started posting on Instagram.

You didn’t have many recent posts with your brothers. The age gap in the family must have simmered your relationships once you got older. You last posted a picture of you and one of your brothers in 2018 for a birthday post. He found old birthday posts of yours. The last one was around a year ago, you were due to turn twenty three about next week. He scoffed as he looked at the pictures from your birthday last year. Cabo trip, all funded by daddy. You were probably on a plane to go somewhere exotic for your next birthday already, he thought.

What angered him the most was the party photos. You seemed to be close with Bruce Wayne. One of the men he hated the most. Bruce had no online presence minus the photos you would occasionally post of him. How has he never seen this before?

Party in upstate with Bruce.

Bruce Wayne at a party?

Picnic with Bruce.

No way Bruce Wayne actually went on a picnic. Staged.

Bruce’s banister is so beautiful, I couldn’t help myself. I needed a pic or two.

She’s at his manor?

Jealously filled Edward. Of course Bruce Wayne got the most perfect girl. He had everything he didn’t.

He angrily flicked through the comments and was relieved when he saw the constant denial of a relationship between you two.

@hzljohnson so when is the wedding?

@y/nl/n in your dreams

Even her best friend wanted this to happen.

@gthmnews13 Is this an official relationship confirming post? The fans are going crazy!

@y/nl/n Me and Bruce are only friends.

An official news source? Can’t they leave her alone?

Edward threw his phone to the floor. He was sick at looking at your picture perfect life.

He knew something deeper was going on.

On some of the sub chains he had been on recently, there was unrest. Something was about to be exclusively leaked about politicians in Gotham. Sure, everyone says that all the time. But Edward had a feeling this was big. It was a file that supposedly held career/life damaging documents for people, going all the way up to potentially the mayor. Edward giddied to himself, laying back on his couch and looking at the newspaper clippings he had pasted on his ceilings. The feeling of excitement rose. This next few weeks were going to be great.

***

Your father knew. The pictures she threatened to leak would come out eventually. It was just a matter of when. He was smitten when he met her at the Iceberg Lounge. She was just a little older than his own daughter. He, and many other politicians, only knew her as Kat. He figured she just wanted a taste of the expensive life, and this was the only way she knew how. She certainly had the facilities to be in her position. Kat began almost exclusively spending her time with him. He payed the best. After a few months of this, she demanded a large sum of money. When he denied it, she dropped the bombshell. She was pregnant.

Your father was almost certain the child wasn’t his, and brushed her off. He offered to pay for her abortion, but this just made her angrier. It wasn’t until she came back with a subpoenaed paternity test is when he knew she told. Told who, he wasn’t sure. A lawyer, judge, who knows.

And it came back that he was in fact the father of her unborn child.

He shut out Kat, getting her banished from the Lounge. Denying her any more money, she promised to leak the photos of them together. Pictures at the lounge, at dinner, in bed, the paternity test. Everything she had documented throughout their affair.

Your father promised then to make small payments for her and the child, but she was more interested in the pay from the newspaper’s that they would give for these pictures.

That was four months ago. No word from Kat, no news from the media.

He sat in his office thinking about the past events when you burst through the doors. “Y/N!” he announced, standing up to give you a hug. “Hi dad,” you smiled, sitting across from him. “What is the reason for the visit? How is the apartment treating you?” he asked, cracking his knuckles. “It’s nice. It’s all really nice,” you said. “I was wondering if I could borrow some money for my birthday.”

You always said borrow to make yourself feel better. You never payed him back. But what was he for then? A dad who never payed much attention in your life. He had to compensate that somehow.

“Where is it this year? London?” he asked. “I-I was thinking something more lowkey. A night out in Gotham.”

Your father sighed. “I don’t think that would be such a good idea.”

“Why?” you asked, crossing your arms. “With all these Riddler attacks…” “Dad, trust me. I can handle myself.” you scoffed. “Y/N, sweetheart. He is strapping bombs to people. People who I worked closely with.” he sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Yeah, people you work with. I don’t work with you.” you said, pursed lips.

A moment of silence lingered between you two.

“I guess,” he sighed. You squealed and hugged him, thanking him. “I’ll wire you the cash!” he yelled after you as you were leaving his office.

***

Edward sat at the counter, doodling away at his drawing. He was copying the cheap print on the diner wall, adding his own details. Making it more his style. He was too interested in his artwork and his coffee to notice you walk in.

You would have never usually chose this spot. The nearest Starbucks was closed for the night, and you were craving caffeine. You had to write a speech for the Animal Shelter you had been volunteering for. You donated a large sum of money to the place. And tonight was the night you were going to write your speech.

“Can I have a large black coffee?” you asked the waitress. “That all?” she asked. “Um, a slice of pumpkin pie too.”

Edward perked up and looked over, realizing this stranger had just ordered his exact order.

And the stranger was you.

His heart skipped a beat. He set down his coffee a little too hard, causing a bit to spill on his artwork. You looked over at him.

Edward swore to himself internally, knowing he completely fucked up.

He looked back up at you, and you gave him a slight smile. You looked down at the picture he was drawing, now covered in droplets of coffee.

“S-same order I get,” he managed to spit out. An explanation. “Is it any good?” you asked him, leaning your hip against the counter waiting for your order. “Is what?” he asked, intimidated by your beautiful presence. “The food?” you smirked, cocking your head. “O-oh, yeah. It’s great here.” he said, letting out a small smile. The waitress set your food down on the counter space next to him.

You never usually spoke to strangers like this, but this man seemed kind. You were in a need for good company anyways. Everyone around you always seemed fake. Hazel, your brothers, your father, Bruce. All monetary based relationships. You craved something natural. Something real.

You took the first bite of pie and shook your head. “This is amazing,” you said astonished. “Best pie in all of Gotham,” Edward said. “You, sir, might be right about that.” you smiled, wiping the corner of your mouth with the napkin.

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself. “Edward,”

Ed never was this social. The last time he spoke to anyone in this depth was a co worker, probably years ago. It just broke his heart watching you, so perfect, about to be ruined by the corruptness of Gotham. Just another victim to the dirtiness of the city.

The two of you went on conversing until closing time. You asked him about his drawing, if he did other drawings, what he was interested in. When you tried to solve some of his riddles, his heart fluttered. You liked the innocence in him. He didn’t know who you were (at least to your knowledge) and treated you like a normal person. It was hard to explain to him and still seem normal what you did with your life. Edward admired that you volunteered for a living. Giving to others who had none. If he would have had someone like you in the orphanage, his life would have gone a lot better. He just knew it.

When you two separated at the end of the night, you never expected to see him ever again. You cursed yourself on the subway home that you should have gotten his number. He was so innocently adorable, someone wholesome. You needed that in your life. Hazel would ridicule you for your ‘poor choice in a man’. Your brothers would bully the shit out of him at family functions. But you didn’t care. He was real.

Edward knew he would see you again. He would make sure of it. You were the one thing in Gotham that wasn’t bad. You sparkled in a city of grime.

He thanked whatever god was looking down on him. He was granted the experience of meeting you, out of the thousands of people in Gotham. You.

***

Edward tracked your almost every move. He sat in his discreet car across the street of your apartment. He found the new purchase documents online. He had to unscript some of the documents, but found your address easily. He would see you get chauffeured to your volunteer sites. This week you went to the animal shelter, along with a homeless shelter. He admired that about you. You would get home at around four/five pm, which gave you time to get ready for the night activity. Every night you would either have friends over, leave to go to the diner (which you secretly did in hopes of seeing Edward again. He didn’t know this was the reason.), have dinner with your mother, or have a night in for yourself. Lights out at about ten, and you would wake up at seven. Your whole routine down to a point.

He would stand in the corner of a store on the street. He knew you walked this way everyday to reach the volunteer center. And today, the same god smiled down at him because he was given this bit of information.

“Hazel, the Fort Adolphus venue is fine. Yes. It’ll be fun, I promise. Yeah, I think seven is a good time…”

Edward froze when he heard this. Your birthday, he assumed. It was two days away. And Fort Adolphus was one of the most prestigious venues in Gotham. Only a senator would be lucky enough to book it. And give it to his daughter to use for her birthday party.

***

Edward arrived at the venue at four pm. He quickly seeked out one of the party coordinators. Distracting him, he took him into a back closet and tazed him. Stole his clothes, and locked him in. He would be out for a few hours, the taser was powerful.

And with that, he did what he did best. Blend in.

You arrived at 6:30. You wore a black minidress, with a sheer torso. You had gold chains as straps. The fabric was bunched up to give a ripple affect. Your hair was curled, and makeup was on perfectly. Edward noticed you when he heard your black heels click on the marble floors. You looked like a goddess.

“Welcome to the Fort Adolphus venue Miss L/N, let me find a coordinator to help you get settled,” the woman at the door said. She noticed Edward standing around and doing nothing and called for him.

He had just made fate happen.

“You! Sir!” she called out to Edward. That is when your eyes met again. Your eyes lit up, giving him a smile. “Ed?” you asked, joining his presence. “Funny seeing you,” he chuckled, pushing his clipboard against his waist. “He can escort you to your private back room.” the woman at the door said. “Right,” Edward confirmed, playing along with his role.

“I didn’t know you were a party coordinator,” you said, watching your team pile out of your car. Hair, makeup, wardrobe on standby. “I’m not,” he said, realizing he made a mistake. “Uh, one night only. Temporary gig,” he managed to get out before raising suspicion. The two of you got to a room labeled ‘Back Room A’. He hoped it was the one for you, and to his luck it was. Gifts laid across a wide table in the middle of the room. Expensive alcohol and food was on the opposite wall. A large couch and a vanity also sat in the room. “There you are,” he said awkwardly, opening the door. “Will I see you tonight?” you asked him as he was about to shut the door. “Um…” Edward thought. “No, I’m only pre-party crew.” he lied. Definitely wasn’t going to stick around. He wasn’t a party person anyways.

He was expecting you to close the door after that, but you didn’t. You got out your phone. “I meant to do this at the diner, but do you have a phone number? Well, of course you have a phone number, I’m just asking if-” “Yeah sure, um…” he said, interrupting you.

Y/N L/N just asked for his phone number. Oh my god. And she was nervous about it!

After you exchanged them, he began to slowly close your door to give you some privacy. You grabbed his hand on the door knob, and looked directly in his eyes.

“Ed?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

“Y-your welcome. May I ask for what?” he stuttered.

“Being real.”

Part 2

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papuhater · 2 years

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(I don't fully understand how headcannons work yet 🗿)

Headcannon Request- What if Gotham Riddler just came home from a tough day and just wanted to cuddle? 👀

cuddles with ed<3

pairing: gotham!ed nygma x reader

a/n: small headcanons lets go!!!!

summary: cuddle headcanons!! !!! !!

?) cuddling with eddie, is not like regular, I just arrived, let me in the bed <3

?) it’s more complex, from the nice coffee smell, to the way his finger tips trace your back

?) today he arrived tired, it had been a horrible day at work, everything was just a big mess for him

?) so when he arrived, he went straight to hug you, but instead of it being almost instantaneously stopped and continued with a peck on the lips and rambling about his day

?) he just continued holding you close, as if he was hiding in you

?) edward just breathes into you like he’s on life support (you=life support), and then you both are in the couch, you hugging him while giving him some kisses into his hair while he jumped from consciousness into i consciousness like a rabbit

?) when he falls asleep he looks much more relaxed, his breathing went more sleepy and his hair turns into a messy nest.

?) you read a bit or scroll through your phone while he naps, sometimes you both sleep together, in that nice embrace, edward’s arms hooked like loops around your body, you were trapped there.

?) it was nice confiment, you leave you phone down to the cafe table, and start playing with his hair, it was soft, a bit greasy due to work, but it felt nice.

?) and that's how your small heaven on earth felt, it felt angelical and quiet, but instead of an awkward silence, it was just comfortable.

#riddler fanfiction #riddler fanfic #riddler x reader #the riddler x reader #cory michael smith #gotham x reader #ed nygma x reader #ed nygma #edward nygma x reader #edward nygma #gotham #gotham tv #gotham fox

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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Ok I’ve this idea cooking in my mind brain for the the last couple days and I need someone to help make it a reality. Can get a little something with Arkham Eddie and his vigilante s/o who for the last couple of months have been having this strong bit of sexual tension between the two of them and after one of Eddie’s crimes fail and they have him cornered s/o decides “screw it” and finally decides to get Eddie in bed you can make it as grossly nsfw gutter minded as you want I actually encourage it

ok ok i love this??? i think him having sexual tension and a bit of flirty banter with someone is just HNG because honestly, he's a cheeky little shit and that's why i love him so like where he obviously lusts after batman, i gave him someone who is willing to reciprocate his weirdly obsessive affections

so yeah! here's my arkham riddler x gender neutral vigilante reader fic for you

frienemies

i'm sorry this took so long but i hope you enjoy it and i hope i interpreted it right, like i maybe took it slightly differently than you hoped but if i did just come back at me and i can work on it!!! 💚

minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff like i went whole hog and the second half is just porn yw

"You're no better than that idiot detective d-d-detective. I'll beat every one of you that tries to stop me stop me."

His voice rang through your ear piece, shrill and taunting and so loud.

"They can all come after me, one by one, but none of them will surpass the levels of intellect it takes to beat this genius genius."

The warbled tones, sharp static and echoes were grating, but as long as he was talking it meant he was distracted.

"And I bet you think that because I can't see you, because you've evaded my cameras c-cameras, that you're somehow smart now now? But I can still hear you. I've got microphones, yes microphones, all over the city th-the city."

He didn't, and you knew it. Because you were splashing loudly through the sewers, potentially within arms reach of his workshop. And he was none the wiser. It was exciting, the thrill of finally facing him. Adrenaline pumped through your veins and underneath, a tinge of something more, warming your blood and flushing your cheeks.

"It's a matter of brains over brawns b-b-brawns, and while you're certainly very brawny, you don't have any brains brains."

Two whole months of trailing him, following his obnoxious little clues and riddles, spending hours of your time listening to him bang on about that bat as if he was the only vigilante who existed.

"Not that...I have observed your brawns brawns. Although, I wonder how much of that is just your little costume tume. We'd have to take it off to see what's really underneath underneath-neath."

You were jealous of him, actually. Jealous of anyone who had his attention more than you did. It was pathetic, really. But you'd spend so long thinking about him, studying him. How could you not have fallen for him, even just a little bit.

"I MEANT to see how little you had h-h-had, not that I want to see you out of your costume costume. You're vile v-vile. As if I would be persuaded by anything of that nature, let alone you you-you-you."

It was amazing how he could keep talking when you weren't even responding to him anymore. Could have been fear, you guessed. A habit he developed to drown out any of his deeper thoughts beyond crime, plotting and stupid puns. The way he got caught in his words was endearing though, and you hated to have to put an end to it.

"Surprise." You offered it in a dull tone, arms crossed in front of you and head tilted to the side, smile visible on your face, self-satisfied smirk gleaming in your eyes from behind your eye mask.

"Oh...shoot. You really do have to spoil all the fun, huh?"

"I hate to do it to you, Ed, I really do. Maybe, if you come quietly and don't make a fuss, I can show you the brawn underneath my costume, whaddaya say?"

His face beamed a bright and instant red and he furrowed his eyebrows. Taking his eyes off of you for a brief moment, long arms reaching for his cane that sat off to his side, he allowed you the time you needed to corner him against the slimy, brick walls of the Gotham sewers. With your arm under his neck and the other pinning his hands above him, you stared deep into his eyes.

Chests heaving with exertion, the space between you somehow drawing closer, you considered how handsome he was. How intriguing you found him. How two months of doing nothing but think of him had driven you past the point of rage and desire for vigilante justice, and had circled around to an intense crush.

It was the tension. The teasing, the obsessive notes left for you, the way he mocked you relentlessly, his attitude, his self-absorption. It was a bad thing to admit, but his constant bragging and self-congratulatory speeches had you truly believing that he was the smartest man in Gotham. Deserving of something better than the Batman, who was only stringing him along, mercilessly.

You could hear the longing in his voice, the way he spoke of him. There was a desire to be caught, to be interviewed and given a chance to unleash his inner thoughts to people who had to listen to him. And, as much as he enjoyed being elusive to the point of irritation to the GCPD, you could tell he was desperate to be captured, to be lauded for his crimes on the newspapers, to be the crowning achievement of Arkham's inmate population.

Why else would he leave a trail of neon green breadcrumbs leading right to him? He was lonely. Needy. And something about that notion drove you wild. The pathetic attempts at flirting, which he backtracked on as soon as he'd let them slip, the way you knew he watched you, constantly.

Without much thought, you kissed him, cutting off his ranting about how you should let him go because you must have been cheating blah blah blah. At first he was still, shock, maybe. Most likely defiance, not wanting to submit to feelings for someone who he should for all intents and purposes be hell bent on destroying. But he sank into it, straining his neck against your arm to get closer to you, deeper into the moment, tongue pressing out in hopes of getting more contact.

In a bold move, one that was incredibly risky and highly stupid, you eased off while keeping your lips to his. Removing your arm from his neck first, bringing it down to his side, placed softly on his hip. The other, warily removed from his wrists, allowing him freedom. Freedom to run.

But he remained, and with no restrictions his hands were flung quickly around your back, running up and down your spine desperately, pawing at you, scratching and grasping. They moved deftly to the front where he undid the belt and zip of your outfit, hands desperately clutching your bare flesh at the hips and using his powerful arms to spin you around and against the wall.

In a surprisingly submissive move, he fell to his knees, tugging at the material around your thighs to get better access. As you shrugged your shoulders and arms out, he yanked hard and exposed your body to the frigid and stale air before pressing his mouth to you, on you. He worked feverishly, tasting you, biting ever so gently where he knew it would elicit the most lurid reactions, tongue muscles, strong from the ridiculous amount of talking he did, finally put to good use as he teased your skin.

One hand against the wall to balance you, the other reached to stroke his cheek before travelling up to his hair, gripping it at the top and pulling him closer to you. His tongue, flat against you, lapped at your taste as he moaned and let you control him. But as you adjusted to the pleasure, deep pulsing waves of ecstasy ringing in your ears, he pulled away.

Mercifully, he began to kiss you again, dragging his cheeks, stubble delightfully brushing at your skin, down your neck and to your collarbone where he let his mouth hang agape, breathing in and inhaling you. Strength doubled with the adrenaline of arousal, he gripped onto you and turned you around with ease.

With your face pressed against the sharp texture of the wall, you hissed in pain and pleasure as he sucked on his fingers, lathering them in his spit before rubbing them against your entrance, although you were already embarrassingly ready and willing from his practised efforts of oral.

You could hear him unzip himself, spitting onto his palm and groaning as he stroked his cock and began to tease you with it, gently rubbing it up and down before easing the tip into you. He was an impressive thickness, and the sensation of just his head pushing past the tightness made you push yourself back onto him, both of you letting out a grunt as you took him in, whole.

It was interesting to note the absence of speech. You had imagined, and imagined a lot over the past couple of months, that he would be almost as insufferable during sex as he was in any other situation. A constant running commentary on the events. But he was breathy, deeply focused on the task at hand. The noises he did make were animalistic and carnal, grunting and growling interspersed with softer groans, an occasionally sweet whimper as he tossed his head back.

He whispered, most likely in an attempt to hide what he was saying, and you could hear your pseudonym being uttered softly with a growing passion, drowned out by the echoes of your bodies crashing against one another. It was sending you over the edge, and as you worried about how much longer he was going to last, impressed by his stamina and pacing, you knew you were unable to hold out much longer.

You called out his name, screaming it into the room, oddly intimate to refer to him by his first name but desperate to cry it out. Knees buckling, he held firm onto your hips as he began to tense up, fingernails in your flesh, spit seething from his gritted teeth as he held his tongue, fighting against instinct to praise you, to let you know you'd won him over. He came, hard, seed spilling out as he removed himself with a shaking moan. But his hands remained on your waist, soothing over the little dents where he had gripped tightly in orgasm. He leaned into your ear, kissing it softly before whispering.

"I can't let you win that easily. How about this time, you can go hide and I'll come looking for you. I promise you I'll be able to find you a lot quicker than you found me."

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wishfullyeternal · 2 years

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Riddler x Reader- Kidnapped

Words- 1,198

Warnings- Heavy violence, dubcon elements, literal kidnapping (see title) language

A/N- Sorry for the big space randomly, formatting shit lol. I've been obsessed with The Riddler for a while now, and finally got around to writing something about him. Hopefully he sounds correct. Thinking about making this a dubcon smut kinda thing, but I wanna see how y'all like it first. Please comment if you'd like more! As always, requests are open and love you lovelies! <3

“I can smell the fear on you,” The Riddler started, drumming his fingers on the edge of his coat. “God, it’s so intoxicating…” He took a deep breath, chest swelling. The sound of his breathing was muffled by the mask, but you could tell he was coming closer to where you were. Wedged between an old washer and dryer in the abandoned warehouse on the edge of Gotham city. It wasn’t your first choice of hiding, but it was the closest. You breathed silently and tried to even it out as best as possible in order not to draw attention.

“What has twenty-one eyes… But cannot see.” The Riddler's voice is even closer and you can tell he is faced in your direction. His boots clack across the floor, his pace never changing. From where you were, you couldn’t tell how close he was, but there wasn’t any way he could find you. You were completely silent. “Come out come out wherever you are!” He laughed, high pitched voice reverberating throughout the warehouse. It’s becoming harder and harder to decipher where he is due to the amount of cortisol and adrenaline rushing through your veins. “You still have yet to solve my riddle dearest…” He trails off, and his footsteps begin to disappear. You move your head as quietly as you can, wanting to look above you and gain a sense of some of your surroundings. In a horrible twist of events, you accidentally let your foot slip, and the sound of rubber on metal echoes loudly throughout the entire space. The Riddler chuckles. “Oh dear, it seems you’ve made a grave mistake.” His footsteps come forward and pause before beginning to grunt and move the washer, revealing your coiled-up body in between. After scrambling to get up you try and escape from him, but his hand catches your jacket hood and slams you back into him, all of the wind knocked out of your lungs. “Right where you belong sweetie,” He says, quickly restraining your arms by placing a lanky hand over them. The other hand lands on your throat, tilting your head unnaturally up. Your back is pressed against him even though you are struggling so hard to get away. You kick at him, and he loses his grip for just a second. You take the opportunity to bite his arm hard and feel the flesh give way to your teeth. Blood pours into your mouth, warm and thick. He curses, yet digs his other hand underneath your collarbone, making you yelp in pain. He pulls his arm from your mouth, and pushed you roughly to the ground, again knocking the wind out of you. At this point, your breathing was never going to steady. Your chest was burning, and the thought of running away was fruitless.

“Oh yes,” The Riddler drew out his words, finding a perverse pleasure in your suffering. He pushes his boot onto your back, pinning you to the ground. You heard him rustle for something in his pocket, and when you try to get away from him, he only puts more weight on you. “A die!” You yell, The Riddler pauses and again laughs through his muffled mask. “I’m impressed, you are correct. A die has twenty-one faces, yet cannot see.” He seems almost disappointed, and further explains while loudly ripping large pieces of duct tape. He attaches one right above his wound, blood soaking through the army green fabric. At the same time, he roughly pins your wrists behind you, attaching an obscene amount of tape to keep them together. “Thank goodness you got the riddle, I really didn’t want to kill you.” Your breath hitched in your throat. If he didn’t want to kill you, why was he still restraining you? Why was he still so infatuated with you? “Now, let’s get you somewhere else, wouldn’t want to ruin a pretty face on a concrete floor…” You felt him smile, and lift you up by your wrists with little effort. The strain on your shoulders made you wince and take in a sharp breath. “I’m gonna do things to you, I wouldn’t do to a farm animal…” The Riddler's humble abode was most definitely humble. Sparse furniture, paired with little to no decorations. It seemed like a place where he would do nothing but sleep, and maybe plan out his devious plans. There was no sense of personality or uniqueness to the space, it simply existed. “Why am I here?” You asked, The Riddler ripped another piece of duct tape and slapped it onto your mouth, making sure that he could do it in the most painful way possible. He made sure to wipe his hands all over your face. The lingering smell of salty sweat on your face making you gag. You struggled again and your eyes were wide in fear. Sweat beaded at your forehead, slowly dripping down your face, loosening the tape. “Alright, let’s get down to business. I’ve been watching you for quite some time now, and you fascinate me.” He pointed his finger at you, gently tracing the edge of your jawline. You were forced to sit down on the cold floor, legs and wrists bound tightly by duct tape. “First of all,” He clapped his hands together softly and you could hear him smile through the mask. “I think you are one of the most interesting people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting” He sighed, almost sounding like a groan. “You are just, amazing!” He sounds like a kid on his birthday and seems very excited to get on with whatever he had in store. His voice cracked a little with how much excitement he had hidden behind it. You felt the sweat begin to loosen the tape on your face more, before finally moving around your lips to take it off. “What the fuck are you going to do to me?” It wasn’t loud, you didn’t want to make him angry. “You women are so easy, you always ask the same questions.” He turned away from you, rustling in a dark green bag and fumbling for something metal. “They say a woman threatened by a knife is less likely to try and escape than a woman threatened by a gun…” You shuddered, The Riddler pulling out a large hunting knife and aiming it at your throat. You pushed you head back against the wall, the Riddler making sure to keep his distance as close as physically possible. "You looked so confident before, what happened?" He asked, thrusting the edge of the knife to your neck. "Please don't kill me…" The whites of your eyes were showing and you tried to look around the find something, anything to defend yourself. "Oh god," He rolled his eyes, "Not this again-" He suddenly turned around and in one fluid motion hurled the knife at the drywall. The knife stuck perfectly straight. "I'll do anything… Just please let me live." The Riddler paused, putting a long finger to his chin. "Anything?" You nodded quickly. "Oh boy, will I have fun with you!" He clapped his hands together and jumped up, giddy like a school-kid.

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riddle-me-ri · 2 years

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Riddler x F!Reader - Crossing the Line Pt. 1

A/N: Whelp...here goes..my second attempt at a Riddler x Reader fanfic but my first real attempt at mature fanfiction rip. Special thanks to @finniestoncrane for not only being a huge inspiration but also motivating me to even share this in the first place. I didn’t have any particular Riddler in mind, albeit I pictured the one from Killing Time (he’s unreasonably and stupidly attractive in that comic) if that helps. Honestly anyone that you guys think MAY have an exhibition kink can go here ashgdshgahdg

18+ Readers ONLY! Trigger Warnings: explicit sexual content, exhibitionism, cursing, violence, gun/weapon usage, heavy sexual harassment (Ed’s not doing the harassing), drinking…I think that’s it. Those are the big ones anyway. And most of these will occur in the second part, this is mostly for set-up and context cause...I need plot with my porn I’m sorry lol.

Also word count is 1.6k sooo hope you in for the long haul rip

Here’s Part Two and Part Three

The booming thumps from the bass of the EDM music playing sends vibrations all throughout your body. It takes you some time to adjust from walking down a solemn empty alley to a bustling bombastic club filled with booze and bodies. You still manage to saunter on through the music and sweaty dancing bodies towards the bar.

You’re not here to indulge in the thriving nightlife…but rather reap what is sewn when one or a few people of interest indulge a little too much. Lips loosened from a dazed mind is one of the easiest forms to obtain information.

You hop onto the barstool, making it to the bar in one piece and with no one taking notice of you too soon.

Can’t draw more attention than necessary. I’m already pushing it with this dress…

Alas, it was your lucky dress. Not to mention…it is his favorite…

You turn around on the barstool with your preferred drink in hand and lean back against the wooden bar. You watch the sea of people on the dance floor creating various waves as they dance.

“I see you made it in.”

You smile softly at the warm smooth voice you hear through your obscured earpiece. You lift your glass over your lips. “Safe and sound.”

“It’s certainly a less…intimate establishment compared to the Iceberg Lounge.”

“You must not have many cameras on the dance floor then…” You giggle, quirking your eyebrow at a couple who were practically fucking if not for their clothes.

He scoffs. “You wound me, my dear. I have access to every available security camera in that whole block and then some.”

He pauses, you can almost hear him smirking when he says, “it’s just my primary focus is on you, darling.”

You hum softly, not being able to hold back your smile anymore. Your eyes rake over the dance floor again. Then you take in the numerous chairs and tables that make up the seating areas surrounding the dance floor. There are booth seats all along the walls of the club. A simple set up but it serves its purpose.

You don’t fail to notice the deep red accents around the place. The whole front half of the building is brick walls painted in maroon red. The seat cushions had a tri-pattern of red, white, and black.

You did not have to be the World’s Greatest Detective to deduce who ran the joint. Hair and bodies are tossing and twisting to the music. The only thing illuminating the silhouettes on the dance floor are the kaleidoscopic lights blinking and circling to the beat. Laughs and jeers barely rise above the music as the guests continue to indulge in the night life courtesy of ex-DA Harvey Dent

“Do you recognize any of my men?”

You shook your head over your glass rim as if he was right beside you. “No…nobody yet, although these lights aren’t helping much.”

You scour through the club. Your eyes lead you to the sitting area to your right of the dance floor. There was a second floor above the sitting area. A wooden staircase is guarded by red rope and a bouncer wearing a symmetrical black and red suit.

“I think I found the V.I.P area.”

“Wait a little longer,” his voice tenses with urgency. “Don’t want to be too hasty.”

“I got this, Eddie baby.” You assure. You cannot help but smile again at Ed’s concerns for you.

“I know, but this isn’t a normal investigation into the ongoings of my fellow rogues. We’re looking for a traitor.”

Edward Nygma has his own agents that infiltrate most of the leading gangs in Gotham. If someone was going to rob Gotham City Bank. Ed knew about it. If a mobster planned an attack on another gang’s turf. Ed knew about it.

If a henchman got greedy and decided to switch sides in the illusion of more wealth or credit in the criminal underworld…Edward Nygma will know.

As someone whose modus operandi pertains to puzzles and riddles, Ed notices patterns fairly quickly. It was not a fluke that his shipment of bombs and weapons was stolen straight off the boat. It was not a coincidence that one of his latest deals went sour all of a sudden after months of negotiations.

Unfortunately, as they say, the third time’s the charm. One of Edward’s storage units was robbed. Whatever the intruders could not take it was destroyed. Computers, motherboards, hard drives. Gone. Whoever stole the goods also knew where he placed his cameras.

There was a pattern. In this six month sequence of events, a handful of Ed’s henchmen have gone to and from this storage room whether to use a weapon or drop off an object of interest. Henchmen that have assisted the Riddler for years, that he thought have earned the privilege into his inner arsenal.

He was wrong.

Edward does not like being wrong. He is a genius whose intellectual prowess allows little to no errors. If there ever were to be any errors, Ed is adamant of snuffing it out by any means necessary. He just hates that he had to drag you into it, but you are truly the one and only individual he has ever trusted with everything…and anything really. You were the only one he could trust when he admitted the intrusion of the unit and his presumptions of a traitor.

He’ll never forget the fire in your eyes. Your voice was steady but full of indignation as you questioned his next move. Someone on the outside looking in would have thought your equipment had been stolen. His plan to draw out the snake never involved you, at first. Until you offered to help. It was one of those rare occasions that Ed was hesitant to say yes to your wishes.

It made sense in hindsight, you have done similar excursions before (but that was with at least one ally in the vicinity, like Selina or Harley). Even if it was logical it did not mean he had to be comfortable with it.

You turn around to face the bar and flag the bartender. You leaned your head to your shoulder before telling Ed your next move.

“Eddie, I’m gonna grab another drink and make my way to the seating area…maybe I won’t even need to to to V.I.P.”

“Okay, I’ll be right here. I’ve got every camera on and live. If anything even feels the slightest bit off-”

“Baby, I got this. I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t.”

“I know, I-I know…I just..” He sighs.

“But I love that you worry..” You reply sweetly.

“Of course I do.” He mutters and you can almost see him crossing his arms exasperatedly.

You smile softly, that is about all you will get of an “I love you,” out of him. Not that you were pressing him for one. You knew Ed well enough to know he relies more on actions than words when it came to your romance. The fact he lets you in and allows you to see the most intimate parts of him was more than enough. You knew the anxiety he has of those three words.

For Edward those words were a curse.

Once you got your drink you made your way to the sitting area below the V.I.P lounge. It would be pretty ballsy of you to head straight for the roped off V.I.P area, but maybe you could charm your way up there.

You start weaving your way through the tables and chairs again. You decide to head towards a booth that looks out to the other patrons. You can also make eye contact with at least one of the surveillance cameras.

Suddenly, you felt two fingers tap on your bare shoulder. You look over your shoulder with a soft neutral smile ready to turn to a snarl or smirk depending on what this person said next.

“Heeeyyyy there purdy lady. A-Are you here all by yourself?” Ah, a drunken basted, smirk it is.

Luckily, the music slowed down so you were able to make sense of his slurring words. He is tall and awfully bony. He is sweating by the bucket loads as it tries to cool off his overheating body and bright red face. His shirt is covered in small stains on his maroon dress shirt and wrinkles. The stains most likely from taking shots and just missing his whole mouth and the wrinkles from hastily untucking it and wringing the sweat out of the shirt.

You hum and nod excitedly, “I am! Isn’t it just a shame?”

His smile stretches into a pseudo confident smirk which falters as his voice continues to crackle with anxiety. “W-would you like to…s-s-sit with me and my friends? W-we’re rrreealllyy good c-company.”

He jabs his thumb over his shoulder. You follow the digit to see a group of three other men sitting at a round wooden table. The other two seem to be just as inebriated and disheveled as their colleague in front of you. Snickering and nudging each other; like school boys watching the shy friend they dared to ask out the prettiest girl in school.

Those two were the least of your concerns.

It is the burly brooding man on the far right. He balances himself on the back legs of a rickety wooden chair that chokes on his weight with every roll of his foot that keeps him balanced. His gold eyes bore into you. While his buddies look at you like an ethereal being. He looks are you like a piece of meat, like prey and he is a starved predator.

Those gold eyes look familiar, causing your breath to slightly hitch as you take in the group. Alarm bells are ringing in your ears, but you never let it show.

You gulp down your nerves and gave the fellow in front of you a bright joyous smile. You thought he would melt when you patted his shoulder. “I’d love to join you and your friends!”

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unrestrainedbalderdash · 11 months

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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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nahla-art · 13 days

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“ I’m…” Oswald stuttered anxiously, “ Edward, this all sounds…”

“ Insane?” Edward grinned.

“ Ingenious,” Oswald said softly as he sighed,” You’re an intelligent man, Mr. Riddler.”

Edward smiled pridefully, “ I know I am.”

( The Penguin And The Peacock, chapter 6 )

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imagine--if · 1 year

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It's impossible to be away from Edward Nashton too long - even if you're out at work, or if you're not dating yet (well, not that you're aware of 😵) your phone will literally blow up with the number of texts and 'checking up on you' he's doing

Or just random, goofy riddles and jokes that he answers for you a second afterwards, just to let you know that he's there on the other side of the screen whenever you need him

Eddie's literally online 24/7 for you, checking your status, liking and responding to all of your stories and posts, as well as half a dozen other suspicious-looking anonymous accounts that have all started liking your things too 😏

Once you properly get into a relationship with this madman, I swear you'll basically be on the phone with him whenever you're not together - it's the only way he can keep himself calm and focused and happy, something he never thought he'd be able to feel 🥺️

Or he'll just call you at random moments of the day because he loves the sound of your voice... he's a simp, but he also needs comforting, and you're the best option for both 😍

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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Bestie- u didn’t just deliver u served and I’m the greedy gremlin who’s eating this up, that was amazing, he’s so skrunkly I love him 😔Ur gonna kill me here but bestie I need them to meet I can’t 😩

This is the effect of me doing sudokus and crosswords in the ethics lecture... Was listening to Jasmine Thompson's cover of 'Rather Be' while writing this and honestly?? A whole mood

Imagine the Riddler being your secret admirer. - Part 3

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 4] [Part 5]

That day felt weirdly long as if hours were stretching out as much as the universe would allow them to. You haven't felt that tired and fed up in quite a while, dreaming about the soft comfort of your own bed during your commute back home.

Home, however, had another surprise in store for you:

"Perfect timing, Eddie," you said to yourself as you tore the envelope off your front door. "Could use a little pick-me-up."

You opened the letter and couldn't help the surprise at the front of the card you were given. For some reason, it said "Invitation" in fancy, glittery writing. Inside, on the left side was another torn-out page from a poetry collection.

Underneath an apple-tree Sat a maiden and her lover; And the thoughts within her he Yearned, in silence, to discover.

Under the piece of a poem were written only two words: "Meet me". Your gaze followed the vague message to the right side of the card where a small map was drawn. It looked like a bird's view of a restaurant or a bar with a question mark drawn over one of the, as you had assumed, tables like the little map was the continuation of the unfinished sentence. On top of the drawing was scribbled an address, a date and an hour. You were supposed to meet him in a week's time.

From that moment on, you could hardly think about anything else and, little did you know, so did he. It was going to be a fateful Wednesday evening.

"That's the place," you whispered to yourself as you checked the GPS on your phone again.

You found yourself standing before a desolate diner that looked like it was taken straight out of Quentin Tarantino's movie. But you had to admit that the Pulp Fiction feel to the locale was charming in some way as if gracefully continuing your dilemma whether you were now the main character of a rom-com or a slash horror film.

"Here goes nothing," you said with a sigh. With each step towards the front door of the diner, your restlessness was only increasing.

The bell near the door chimed cheerfully as you hesitantly entered the building. At first, you couldn't see a soul inside - even the waitress was more of a cryptid as you could only hear her quiet chatter with the cooks coming from the kitchen. They left the door slightly ajar. According to the drawing, the marked table should be the one under the vintage-style graffiti with a pin-up girl holding a tray of apple pie. Your heart stopped for a moment, seeing that the booth was occupied.

Ever since he sat down in that booth, he'd been eyeing the door, waiting for the fateful moment you enter. The muffled laughter of the waitress rung in his ears and Eddie was half-convinced that she was laughing at him. After all, who was he to ever believe that you were actually going to show up? That you would be anything but disgusted with him?

He watched as you checked his little drawing once more. You turned your head towards him and Ed could swear the time actually slowed down if not entirely stopped when your gaze met his. The moment you realized that it was him, a bright smile appeared on your face, making Eddie's palms even sweatier than they already were. He just knew he was going to mess things up - there was no way in Hell that he could impress you. That much was obvious to Eddie.

You were just so... unreal to him. There he was: the loser, the loner, the butt of the joke and there were you, the epitome of grace approaching the table he was sitting at. He couldn't believe his own senses, some anxious beast still gnawing at his thoughts, that you didn't immediately turn around and left once you saw him.

"Hey," you said softly as you sat down across from him.

"H-hi," he nervously stuttered out.

Eddie looked more or less as you expected him to: a quiet, kind of awkward and easy-to-overlook guy who had no idea what he had gotten himself into. Your friends always found it very amusing that you had a thing for underdogs. No matter how strange it might sound to anyone else, you thought there was a certain charm to his awkwardness like an adorable deer caught in headlights.

"You have great taste." You waved the "invitation" card before putting it back into your purse.

"In what?" Eddie asked sheepishly. His mind was fluctuating between blankness and intrusive thoughts, so coherence and reason weren't something he could count on at the moment.

You shrugged. That bright, showstopping smile was still on your face and Eddie felt he wouldn't be able to look away from you even if he wanted to. "Poetry. Flowers," you counted. "Girls."

His chubby cheeks turned crimson red at your words. Your confidence made him even more aware of his incapacitating insecurity. Eddie believed his intrusive thoughts: there was nothing he could delight you with.

"I loved your riddles," you confessed. "You're really good at it."

A flutter of his heart and a ray of lovesick hope.

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peterparkersnose · 2 years

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Corrupt pt. 2

word count: 3.9k

warnings: age gap, crying, comforting, angst, lying, manipulation, gaslighting, anxiety attack, swearing, mentions of alcoholism, sexual references, stalking, guilt, violence, attacking, mentions of grime, riddler shenanigans, exposure, nudity, general non logical thinking (riddler has to pin down y/n, can be offensive to some. just a warning i forgot).

a/n woah longest fic i’ve ever written. i hope you guys like it, it might have gotten a little choppy at the end but i love it so so much (i know the gif doesnt have anything to do with the story but my god he looks so fine there)

summary part 2 to corrupt. Y/N discovers that Edward is the Riddler and her father’s corruption.

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read time: 14 mins 25 seconds

Part 1

Three days went by. No word from Y/N. Edward scoured your Instagram for anything. Story posts with you drunkenly singing along to music with your friends. Photos from the party, you and Hazel. You and other socialite friends. You and Bruce.

He understood now why you had gotten Bruce Wayne out of his reclusive shell. Your personality was golden. You were so kind, so amazing. How could Bruce resist?

It still angered him. Even though he felt perverted when he admitted it, he wanted to be with you. The softness of your hand the other night drove him crazy.

He kept his phone on a constant charge, with the ringer set up to the highest setting.

It was a Tuesday afternoon when he heard his phone go off. Edward was busy making a plan for his next contraption. He leaped out of his chair, knocking his glasses off his nose. He quickly scrambled over to the phone, but was disappointed to find out it wasn’t you.

He only had his phone set for two notifications though. You and…

Oh, sweet sweet revenge. The files have dropped.

He sprinted to his computer, struggling to put his password in. Once he entered for forum, he squealed in delight from all of the information. Senators, Representatives, and oh, the Mayor? He was in bliss. All the worst of the worst and their faults.

He searched through them, searching for the last name L/N. And that is what he found.

Kellan L/N’s Folder.

Pay offs, deals with mafia leaders, all the boring common things he didn’t find as interesting. Well, he did find them interesting. He just knew there was more. There had to be.

He clicked on the file called ‘Kat Calls’. Ed laughed at the clever play of words. Recordings of phone calls with a mysterious women containing explicit material. Better, but Ed knew there had to be more. He scrolled more down in the file, finding the gold.

The women going by ‘Kat’ released the affair documents. Car paperwork signed by L/N, given to Kat. Videos of them being intimate. Photos of them together at a club. Pregnancy photos- wait what. Pregnancy photos?

Edward’s eyes almost popped out of his head. From his Riddler standpoint, he would be overjoyed. But from his standpoint, he knew you would be devastated.

Seeing your close relationship with your mother, he figured you would be broken finding out about this.

Edward clicked more files, releasing the subpoena of the paternity test, the text messages between Kat and Kellan, and pregnancy month updates of her bump. Kellan L/N’s new child.

He slammed his computer shut, yelling in frustration. He then opened it again, going on his livestream. He needed to get some of this off his chest in a safe way.

It wasn’t until that night when you texted him. You seemed distressed.

Unknown Number: is this Edward?

He jumped up and grabbed his phone.

Edward: Yes, who is this?

Playing dumb. Good call.

Y/N: Y/N, we met at the diner?

Edward: Oh, yes! How are you?

Y/N: Can I come over? To talk. I need some realness in my life right now

Edward was shocked at your boldness. He figured some things about her father were leaked to the news. He had ignored the news stations all day, he had been scrolling through the other politician’s faults and didn’t want to hear the sugarcoated bullshit that was leaked to the press just yet.

Edward: That would be okay. Do you need an address?

This was the night it would all go down.

When you arrived, you were in emotional distress. You tried to hide it, but he could notice it.

Edward had made sure to close off his Riddler room and lock it. He also hid away any other evidence he had laying around. It was his routine if the cops ever came looking for him. Easy practice.

You were a bit disgusted by his apartment building. It wasn’t a great one. The foundation was cracking. His neighbors were, questionable. Mostly dropheads and drop dealers. Only few such as Edward were just genuinely poor and couldn’t afford (or be bothered) to move anywhere else

The apartment building didn’t have an elevator. Ed lived on the fifth floor. A rat ran across your shoes on the way up. You wanted more than anything to get this man out of this building. But that would be overstepping, right?

“Are you alright?” Edward asked, taking your coat. You sighed, trying to keep your tears in. You gave a slight ‘mhm’ and sat on his couch.

“Would you like something to drink?” he offered. You knew he was trying to be comforting and you felt bad refusing his kindness.

You stared at your knees, trying to keep the tears in. You felt like you could burst at any sudden time.

Edward crouched down in front of you. He placed a hand on yours, attempting to make some eye contact. He saw the tears forming in your eyes.

“Hey hey hey,” he said, reaching into your falling embrace as you began to cry. He held you tight, cradling a hand behind your head. His thumb rubbed the side of your head, comfortably stroking your hair. Ed was trying. “I-I-I can’t b-believe him!” you sobbed, shaking back and forth.

Edward moved back. He moved your fallen hair behind your ears, and wiped a bit of mascara off your cheek. “What happened?” he asked, pushing up his glasses on his nose.

Play dumb.

“M-my father. He did some bad things.”

“We don’t have to talk about it-” “Didn’t you see it on the news?”

Play dumb.

Edward gave you a confused look and slowly shook his head. “I don’t know what your talking about,” he whispered.

“My father is Kellan L/N,” you spat out. “Oh,” he responded, trying to make his reaction genuine.

“I-I was told by Br-, a friend, that he has done some bad things.” you sobbed. His heart sank when he knew Bruce told you. Of course he knew. He was the Prince of the city.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, placing both hands on your knees. “Is there anything I can do?” Edward asked, looking up with kind eyes. You managed a small smile. “Your perfect,” you managed to say, not crying. Edward smiled back a slight smile.

He found blankets in his storage chest and placed them around you. Your anxiety had made you start to shake. He noticed the signs after living through them and witnessing them at the orphanage so many years ago. He sat there quietly, holding you at your request on his couch. Your breathe had just stopped shuttering when your phone rang.

“Shit,” you muttered, staring at the screen. A picture of your oldest brother lit up on the phone. Edward sat silent as you picked up.

“Yeah I fucking heard!” you screamed. Edward was taken aback at the sudden anger. “Bruce! Yeah, Bruce told me! John, just- no! You shut up! Are you with mom? Why does it matter where I am? I’m safe, I’m with a friend. What about mom? Y-your kidding me she’s on a fucking bender? Again?”

The tears began flowing once again. Your hand began to shake, and you dropped your phone on the couch. You bent over again onto Edward’s lap, sobbing. Edward could hear your brother yelling from the small speaker. He reached over and hung up your phone. He shushed you, not really sure of what to do. A beautiful woman was crying a little too close to his crotch.

He tried to distract you. Telling you stories of his past life, some more of the positive ones. The time when a dog wandered into the orphanage and everyone collectively kept it as a pet. He left out the part where it was eventually taken by animal control, killing the rest of the children’s spirit that wasn’t already gone. When he tried ice cream for the first time at eleven. Christmastime and the small gifts he used to get. His college scholarship, his way out of his old life. You listened, trying to imagine anything but the horrors of your current life. Once you were asleep, he left you.

You were so peaceful when you slept. Your eyes would so often flutter, he figured you were dreaming. Watching your breathe slowly move up and down. Your hand hanging off his couch with your perfect manicure. The tiny snores every once and a while.

Eventually he found himself asleep on his chair, curled up. Six am, his alarm went off.

Unfazed by the exasperating noise screeching from his bedroom, you still slept. It was a Wednesday morning. Edward had to go to work. He got up and actually showered. He never showered in the morning, but he didn’t get the chance too last night. He hoped the noise of the creaky shower would wake you up. Not a chance. He observed you were a heavy sleeper. Something he could never have mastered himself, growing up in a constant state of fear.

Work clothes. Button down shirt, khaki pants, dress shoes. Edward combed his hair flat like usual. Cleaned off his glasses, grabbed his work case and his wallet. Still, you slept. He sighed, hating to be the one who had to do this. He walked over to you and slightly tapped you on your shoulder. Nothing.

“Hellooo?” he whispered. You snorted a tiny bit, moving over on the couch. “Y/N?” he asked, shaking your shoulder. You shot up on the couch, nearly missing his head. “Scared the shit out of me Ed!” you scolded him. Taken back by your tone, he apologized profusely. “I-I didn’t mean to I just had to go to work and-”

“Shit,” you muttered, grabbing his flailing hands. “I’m really sorry sometimes I can be a lot in the morning,” you said sweetly, calming his hands into a stop in yours. “It’s okay,” you said. Edward swallowed hard. “I-I have to go to work.” he whimpered, checking his watch. His big doe eyes looked regretful. “Your welcome to stay- if you would like. Just please lock the door behind you if you leave. I can’t stress that enough, so many people here are just-” “I really should be going,” you cut off his rambling. “Are you sure? Do you have anywhere safe to go?” he asked, grabbing his keys off a hook by his door. “No,” you half laughed, staring up at him with your hand on your head. “Do you have any ibuprofen? My head is killing me,” you yawned. “Y-yeah, let me just-”

He opened his kitchen cabinet, swiping the rat poison to the back as he grabbed the container of relief pills from the back. Handing you a water bottle and the pills, he was itching to leave. He wanted to stay but he was already late. So late that when he left, he forgot to mention the most important thing.

Don’t go in the back room.

***

When you were fully awake, you noticed how dirty his apartment was. Dishes undone, dusty window ledges, dirt spots on the floor. You searched his kitchen for some type of cleaning supplies and was surprised to find some. They looked dated and like they could have been from ten years ago, but it worked. You cleaned and cleaned the whole day, trying to make the place the cleanest its been in years. Once you were finished with the kitchen and living room you were filthy.

Your shirt was covered in cleaning supplies and grime. You contemplated going home and changing, but you knew one of your brothers or a representative for the family or even worse, reporters would be waiting for you.

Ed had to have a shirt you could borrow, right? He is such a kind man, he wouldn’t be angry if you borrowed one for the time being while yours was washing, right?

The door handle to Edward’s bedroom was stiff, but the second you put force on the old door it creaked open. His bedroom was normal. The sheets were a bit disheveled and there was a pile of dirty clothes in the corner, but that was normal. The floor creaked as you walked over to his closet. With a little push, the old panels creaked open similar to his door.

And that was when you found it.

The seemingly secret room crammed into his closet. The wall was backed out into another space, maybe an empty apartment next door. It stopped at a certain length, but the room was spacious.

You first noticed the wall. Newspaper clippings, tabloid pictures of Batman, old election propaganda, pictures of politicians with their eyes crossed and cut out. Associates of your father’s, wait- your father?

You ran your hand over the newspaper clipping about his re-election three years ago. You could see yourself in the background of the picture.

He knew.

You felt the adrenaline course through your body. You had to get the fuck out of there. You ran out of his closet, and attempted to get back to the kitchen when you tripped on his lamp cord.

Thud, bump. Broken lightbulb on the floor. And to your luck, Edward was already home.

“Y/N?” you heard him yell, rushing into his bedroom. Edward was panicking. You were in his bedroom. Didn’t he tell you- oh.

How could I be so stupid? He cursed himself.

His bedroom door busted open, finding you on the floor next to a broken lamp. He looked up to see his closet door open.

“Fuck,”

You jumped up from the floor and grabbed him, throwing him on the bed. For your size, he was surprised you were that strong. But you weren't as smart.

His small figure made him able to slither out from below you and grab your waist, pinning you to the bed. You yelled for help. Edward could almost hear his heart breaking. He got on top of your writhing body, pinning your flailing hands above your head.

“Stop. Stop fucking yelling!” he hissed at you, making you want to fight more. “Don’t make me do this, please Y/N. I don’t want to hurt you,”

He had no choice. You were almost out of his grips. If you were to escape, his scheme would be up. He grabbed his paperweight off of his nearby desk and decked you in the head with it.

***

“Fuck! Please, please wake up!” Edward yelled, shaking your shoulders. He came into your view blurry, multiple visions of him swirling around the room. “Hey, hey!” he yelled, picking your slumped head up.

“Wh-what did you do?” you slurred, trying to move your limbs. That is when you noticed you were tied to a chair. “Please don’t be mad,” he begged, sitting on his knees in front of you. You recognized the room you were in.

His Riddler lair.

“Your him?” you asked, referring to the mask sitting on a nearby desk. He let out a sigh. “Your the one who has been killing all these people?” you yelled, regaining most of your consciousness now.

“No, no Y/N. These are not people.” he laughed. “Corrupt, evil, malicious politicians. Poising Gotham with their greed.”

You scoffed, turning your head away. That is when you noticed the dry blood on the side of your cheek. “You hit me?” you asked, looking up at him in disbelief. “I had to. I feel horrible. God, I could have killed myself over the sight,” he said manically, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Look at the wall,” he said. You closed your eyes shut. “Look! Now!”

He grabbed your throbbing head and forced it forward.

The wall was covered with the propaganda like you saw before. You noticed a section with pictures of Bruce. You recognized some pictures that were stolen off your instagram. Your father had a small section, along with pictures of your brothers.

“You knew who I was,” you said, choking up. “I did. But I didn’t seek you out. Fate brought us together Y/N.” Edward said.

“Fate isn’t real,” you yelled, sobbing. “Then why are you sitting here?” Edward yelled back.

Your sobs made him upset. This was not how this was supposed to go.

Edward brought you water. “Please, drink.” he begged, bringing the bottle up to your lip. You took it cautiously, being prepared to black out again. But that wasn’t the case. “I really don’t want to hurt you. Just- listen.” he said, flinching at the sight of your wound.

He brought his desk chair in front of you along with a file.

“What do you know of a woman named Kat?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know anyone named Kat.” you sighed. You writhed in your restraints. “Can you make these looser?” you begged, tears mixing with the blood and sweat on your cheeks. Edward nodded, loosening the handcuffs just enough.

“Why do you ask?” you asked suspiciously. He opened the file and waved a picture of a pregnant woman in front of your face. “Never seen her in my life,”

He knew you weren’t lying. No, you were too perfect. You could never lie like your dirty father.

“What do you know about your father?” he asked calmly. “He’s dirty. A bad politician. Taking business deals from the mafia, dealing with some dirty people. He’s a problem in this city. I always thought he was good. He always seemed good. He always was…” you trailed off. “It’s why I came here,” you sighed. Edward wiped a fallen tear off your face. “Your not bad, your not evil.” he assured you. “I hate seeing you cuffed.” he sighed, his eyes looking tired.

He re-focused on the document.

“Your gonna be a big sister,” he chuckled, showing you pictures of your father with this woman. Kissing at a party, walking together holding hands.

This is the big thing your brother wouldn’t tell you.

You completely broke down crying, yelling. Edward hugged you as you cried into his shirt.

“Please Ed, let me go. I won’t run, I promise.” you begged. His heart sank. “I have no where else to go. Everything- everything is gone.” you begged. He had to trust you. The key made a sharp noise unlocking the handcuffs. He cut the rope tying you to the chair. You fell forward into his arms.

“I didn’t want you getting hurt even more. By the media. By your family. By Bruce Wayne.”

“What about Bruce?” you asked, sitting down on his bed. He sat next to you, tending to your wound. “You don’t think he knew all of this? About the woman? The affair? The baby?”

Your heart sank. “He told me about the corruption there’s no way he could have-” “No, no my sweet Y/N. He knew before the media did. Every single person on the forum got this before the media did. He knew,”

Edward stroked your hair, trying to get the blood out of it. “You’ll need a shower,” he sighed, placing the paper towels next to him. He gave you a few towels and lead you to the bathroom. You were still a bit wobbly. He sat outside his bathroom, listening to make sure you didn’t fall.

Good thing he was listening, because you did fall.

The shower seemed to temporarily wash away the problems that have occurred in the last few hours. How could Bruce not tell you? How could your father do this? Did your brother’s know? Your no longer the baby of the family. You were showering in the Riddler’s shower?

Your vision began to blur in this cycle of anxiety, and the blood loss didn’t help.

Edward cautiously opened the door, his glasses fogging up. “A-are you okay?” he asked, looking at the floor. “Fuck- uh,” you said, trying to get up. You kept slipping in the oddly shaped tub. It had to be over thirty years old. “Help,” you asked. “Are you sure?” he asked, cautiously moving closer to the curtain. He heard you scramble around, your limbs scraping against the wet tub. “It’s okay,” you assured him. He wiped his glasses and opened the shower, gluing his eyes shut. He outstretched his arms, feeling the warm shower water hit them. “Hold on,” he said, grabbing the side of your naked body and pulling you up into a more comfortable position. He shut off the water with one hand, and guided you out with the other. He caught a glimpse of you, his vision heading straight to his dick.

He handed you the towel from the rack and started to leave. You grabbed his arm, looking him in the eyes. “Thank you,” you smiled, tying the towel around yourself.

He was shocked you didn’t hate him.

He gave you a small smile back, and tried to leave again. This time you pulled his arm in, moving him close to you. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, feeling the gap naturally close.

You kissed him. For what? He saved you. You didn’t understand the logic. You should have been fighting to leave. He didn’t hurt you. He saved you from lots of hurting. He showed you the real lie that you had been living your whole life. He was your savior. And that is why you kissed the Riddler.

Silence sat between you two. You hated the tension. After you had kissed him, he couldn’t make eye contact with you. Did you read this all wrong? How could he be interested in you. He was older than you. Almost ten years, in fact. He was poorer than you. He hated the rich. He had every reason to kill you and hide you where nobody could find you. But he didn’t.

You sat on his bed wearing one of his shirts and a pair of his sweatpants. He sat behind you, combing your hair for you as you stared at a crack on his wall.

“The kiss was nice,” he managed to squeak out. You smiled. “I was worried you didn’t like it,” “Would I be sitting here, braiding your hair and being with you if I didn’t?” he asked. “No, I guess not.”

Silence again.

“What are you going to do? With the information.” you asked him. “Whatever you want me to do.” he said, finishing the braid. He moved up and laid beside you. You sat and thought for a moment.

“Release it.” you sighed.

Edward furrowed his eyebrows. “I thought you would want me to burn it,” he asked. “No. Fuck him. Fuck that whole family of mine.” you sighed, laying down now and facing him. He loved when you said that. He could feel the same rage in you as he felt in himself. Your wet hair dripped on his pillow. “We can leave, get out of the city. We have a nice place upstate it can be…”

But you forgot.

He’s the Riddler. The Riddler who has been killing. Number one enemy of the Gotham police at the moment.

“I’m satisfied,” Edward said. “With what?” you asked. “I’ll leak it. All. Then I’m done. My work here is done.” he smiled. “You’ll give it up?” you asked him, meeting his doe eyes once again. He nodded his head and placed his lips to your forehead. “I’m done. Anything for you.”

“You are the only real person I’ve ever known, Edward Nashton.” you smiled, moving into his warm embrace. “You're perfect.” you whispered into his chest.

He had already the grand finale planned. Instead of enjoying it in Arkham, he could enjoy it from the news in a comfy upstate home. Away from consequence, really happy for the first time ever in his life.

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papuhater · 2 years

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𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 .i

arkham riddler x fem!alternative reality!reader

good looking series? should i do a part 2? this is a pilot.

cw_villans_hero riddler_alternate reality_implied death_ooc riddler.

based on this idea: link!

overview; eddie and y/n have been together for years, since they met somewhere in between childhood, they became the other's soulmate. eddie's work with batman puts his wife on edge many times, but he calms her into believing it's just another shift, but is it?

"honey, it's late."

"yes i know, but i need to finish this, batman needs this tomorrow."

"well, i'm sure bruce isn't right now stressing and is with selina right now."

his exasperated sigh reaches your ears just as his chair spins to look at you, eddie looks tired, he normally doesn't overwork as much with villans. y/n got closer to eddie and offered her hand for him to grab, he did, bringing it close to his face where he cuddled it. his tired face leaned towards it, acting as if he was sleeping on it

"c'mon eddie, let's get you to bed," he mumbled yes and nodded in agreement. he stood up and you guided him into the room, eddie flopped into the mattress and you sat on it, looking at him with strange fondness. suddenly you were pulled down to lay with him while being wrapped in his arms, he delivered you a short kiss and then layed his head onto you shoulder.

the sheet was very soft, your hand grabbed it and pulled it up, eddie had fallen asleep quickly, it wasn't of him to pull an all-nighter, most of the nights after 9 pm he was already in bed and ready to sleep, his face seemed in peace, the soft brown locks were straight in his forehead, you picked his glasses and left them in the nightstand, only to come back to his fully embrace.

the hug continued for a couple of hours, and eddie didn't stir, y/n fell completely asleep next to him, and the night continued safe and sound, but the ambient was broken by a phone.

eddie's phone

eddie sat up groggily and grabbed the phone, y/n didn't move from her laying position, only waking up a bit. his stance changed from relaxed to stressed and she heard some mumbles of protest, then a sigh, a very deep sigh. when he hanged up the phone, eddie got her attention

"what is it eddie?"

"i gotta go, this new villan appeared again, i got the coordinates."

"eddie, this was dangerous from the second you joined bruce's work." you started

"you accepted this as my wife, y/n!" eddie called from the closet

"yes, but can't i be worried for you?" you sat up "can't i be worried for us?"

"i'm not going to get hurt."

"you don't know that!"

"well have some faith in me!" he exclaimed matching your angry tone, there were time like this, times in which his stubbornness was a bad thing, even though it was directed to good. and it would blind him horribly, and just show him that the only way was his. soon the screams became more strong and violent.

"goddammit! you are going to die if you continue like this, you need to listen!-"

"no y/n! this is for gotham, this city needs to be protected and we have a lot of things to take care of in here-"

"and what about me?! don't you need to think of how your death would affect ME?"

he fell silent, and mumbled your name while massaging his temple, he was going to apologize but you continued

"you are right now thinking of only gotham and you are willing to give it all away! what about you?! what would be of you if there is nothing else?! you aren't aware that i love you, and you think you can just leave and i'll be okay! and i can assure you IT'S NOT!" the phone ringing stopped you mid argument, he looked at it, then at you again.

sigh "just take it." and you flopped into bed, facing into the wall

"y/n.."

"go, we'll talk about this later."

he kept quiet, then eddie walked towards you and kissed your forehead

"i'm sorry, sweetheart."

the goodbye was silent, very silent, eddie left like a breeze, your eyes were screwed shut but they opened again when your phone rang, you quickly woke up and answered

“hello?” you heard from the other line a cough and your name, it took you sometime to recognize the voice,

eddie’s voice

“eddie! what’s wrong?-”

“y/n, listen, it was a trap, fuck, i should’ve listened to you-” he coughed a bit more

“what? what was a trap?” you asked confused

“this! th-the call!” he exclaimed, you were feeling on edge “i’m- shit, i’m gonna die, y/n.” that’s when your world dropped

“EDDIE WHERE ARE YOU?!”

“y/n, it’s too late, i’m dying” you stood up, and left the house with your phone in hand, eddie continued

“i love you, and i’m sorry i put my work over you, many times.” you never registered when your tears began falling, but it could be triggered by the sobs that racked from his throat “i’m stubborn, a-and, everything hurts, y/n, it hurts.”

“i know, eddie, i’m going to the police station-”

“it’s too late, the fire’s consuming everything, i’ll die before bruce get’s here. listen, i love you much, and i’m sorry i’m leaving you like this, i should’ve listened to you, i’m sorry, i’m so, so so sorry you have to go through this, but the most thing that i’m sorry about is that i didn’t spend more time with you.” you were at the doorstep to the police, ready to make a mess and save him, so you could scold him for being so careless

“y/n i love you, please, don’t cry for me.”

“i love you, i’ll save you eddie-”

what you heard while going into the police was your song, the one you both loved; eddie my love. suddenly heard through the speaker a bang, a piece of wood fell over the phone.

the police could hear your screams for him.

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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Multi-Tasking: Dano!Riddler x Reader

Slutty mood today besties, inspired by a particularly wanton conversation, here's a dirty little bit about Eddie getting head 💚

warnings/tags on AO3, minors DNI, reader is AFAB, she/her pronouns used, warnings for a bit of brute force, 1076 words just a lil tiny bit of porn

“Hey guys! Glad you could all join me on the stream this evening. It’s important that we all continue to rally behind the cause and share our ideas and tips. I know I love it when someone alerts us all to sales on bullets, ha! But seriously, this community is one of the only things that matters to me right now, one of few things I care about. It means a lot to have your support in my endeavours to HEY-sorry guys…two seconds.”

He shifted back in his chair slightly, adjusting his glasses over his mask as he stared down under the desk, between his legs. A gloved hand struck her cheek as she looked up at him.

“I am working SO HARD right now and you are embarrassing me in front of my friends. Get your shit together.”

Leather covered hand taking a clumsy hold of her hair, he pulled her closer and whispered.

“Do you want them to think less of me, huh? No? Then do it properly. My god, I have to be here, keeping the masses engaged, out there, doing the work of justice, keeping food on the table. This is all you have to do and you can’t even do it right. Watch your teeth!”

He let go of her hair, tossing her to the side, and resuming his stream as though nothing had happened.

“Anyway, as I was saying! Before I was interrupted…This is the beginning of our future, of Gotham’s future.”

As he continued his speech, she took his length in her mouth again, eyes open to watch one of his hands move below the desk and around to the back of her head, slowly pushing it forward and releasing as she coughed at the base of his cock. In the silence, as he watched the messages flood into the chat, he let out a moan at her gagging, yanking her back when he became very suddenly aware that he was still audible to everyone watching.

“Apologies, everyone. I’ve got another…side project going on here. She’s getting better, I’m sure she’ll be a very good girl soon enough.” He looked down again, her eyes wide and staring, mouth around the tip of his cock, cheeks hollowed as she teased his head with her tongue. “A very good girl.”

He bucked his hips into her, knocking her back slightly, but she kept her balance with her hands on his thighs, rubbing up and down them as she bobbed her head on him, stopping to change the pace, to lick the base and suck each ball. And with them both in her hand, she squeezed as she took him in again, entirely, and began sucking fast, hard.

“I think-ah! Excuse me again, would you, someone’s a little bit too eager.”

One hand on her chin, the other caressing her cheek, he shook her head a little, gently slapping the side of her face and laughing.

“Slower, you idiot. Jesus, do you want me making a mess while I’m streaming?”

Back to his chat, he started chuckling to himself.

“Wow, you guys are…really forward! Trust me, you don’t want any of this, she’s still practising.”

Her mouth frantic still, he bent down once again, grabbed her hair, and thrust himself in until she let out a choke and a groan.

“Why the fuck are you still going fast when I’ve been so polite about asking you to slow. The fuck. Down.”

He spat at her, teeth gritted against his utter contempt for her as he settled back into his chair, leaning back to allow himself a better leverage against her forceful mouth.

“No no, she’s just some stupid bitch. No one special. I don’t have time for that kind of thing, we’ve got work to do, I’ve got work to do.”

Another moan escaped him as she teased her tongue along the underside, slowly and painfully. The chat was typing furiously, unable to see the ecstasy on his face past his mask, but very aware that he was reaching the apex of pleasure. Heavy breathing, panting, all regular features of his stand-up-and-scream routines, but these were laced with moans, gentle whispers of profanities, a lighter lilt to his voice.

“Oh, sorry everyone. I keep forgetting you’re all still there. I told you she was getting good.” He looked down, directing his praise at her. “Such a good girl.”

He was close now, coming undone in her hands and her mouth, desperately clinging to his mystique in front of his fans, but eagerly thrusting into her, gagging for a release.

“Would you all…like to see…this very good girl?” And while the chat blew up with comments and he was bombed with likes and hearts, he wasn’t waiting for their answer. He had his camera down and turned, angled towards her on the floor, on her knees in the dark. He put the flash on, illuminating her face. Desperate, covered in saliva, cheeks and nose red in the heat, from the sudden humiliation of being shown in vulnerability to the myriad of other psychopaths watching along. She turned her eyes away, attempting to cling to one last facet of privacy, but he brought his hand back around.

“Don’t be shy! You dumb bitch, it’s you they’re trying to see!”

He thrust, hard, hitting the back of her throat again, the choking sending him over the edge into a wild frenzy, cum slowly filling her mouth, hitting at the back of her throat where his head was still resting. She was struggling to breathe through her nose, and in a panic she began to push against him.

“Aw, look, she’s struggling. And you wouldn’t believe it, but this is an improvement!”

He was panting as he spoke, letting the very last of him spill onto her tongue. He removed himself, but before she could take a merciful breath, he had one hand over her mouth and nose.

“Uh uh uh…swallow it.”

He watched her, they all did, as she swallowed the mix of semen and desperate saliva.

“Did you swallow it all? Show me.”

Her mouth was free, and she opened wide. He held the camera closer to her tongue and patted her head with the other as she sat, sweating and panicked on the floor at his feet. He shuffled back into the desk, trapping her under there as she caught her breath steadily.

“Ok, that was a nice interlude, but back to business!”

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wishfullyeternal · 2 years

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Riddler x Reader- Kidnapped Pt 2

Words- 1,139

Warnings- SMUT, NSFW, language, general violence, NONCON, DUBCON, bondage, knifeplay, you get the jist

Please exercise caution when reading!

A/N- This is my first NSFW story, so please be gentle. Please read pt 1 first to get the entire story! Requests are open, and as always, love you lovelies!

"If you would, smile at the camera please, it would make me very happy!" You frowned, but the bright light from his phone made your eyes squint. He grabbed your jaw and pulled it towards himself, contorting you in a way that made it very uncomfortable to move.

"I said, smile..." You mustered the saddest looking smile anyone has ever seen, and he flashed a picture. He took a moment to take off his mask and throw it across the room. You saw the surprisingly average-looking man in front of you, with short, unkept dirty-blond hair, and soft features.

"You got any family? Or are you alone like Batman?" You shut your eyes, and when he let go, you gasped for air, chest heaving.

"I can figure that out later my dearest, now we've got some work to do." He lifted you up from the ground and brought you to his bed. The checkerboard comforter looked as if it had been black and white fifteen years ago, but were now permanently stained grey and brown from God knows what.

"Now stay here..." He laughed to himself and watched as your struggled against the tape once more. He grabbed a couple of things from a desk drawer across the room.

"One or two, you get to choose," He muttered something about it rhyming, but you were too busy trying to get a good look at what he was hiding. Something in your guy told you two, so you said it quietly.

"Two?" He nodded,

"Good choice darling," He held up the same knife that was embedded against the wall.

He climbed onto the bed with you and pushed you towards the headboard. He grabbed his infamous duct tape from a pocket in his coat and put another piece on your mouth.

"Wouldn't want you making too much noise, would I?" At the sight of him undressing, you widened your eyes. He only took off his coat and pants, revealing boxers and a wifebeater. Ironic. You tried to protest, and get the tape off of your mouth, but nothing was budging. Panic was rising from your chest, the feeling of bile tunneling through your throat.

"Now, now, now, let's not get too rowdy here, I don't want to kill you, and I have no intention of killing you, so please, just stay still. You're absolutely perfect." He fiddled with his hands, unable to decide where he should touch first. His eyes were focused intently on the shape of your breasts, and the thought of him touching them made your newfound nausea even worse. He held up the hunting knife, metal glinting in the moonlight, before taking it to the hem of your shirt and ripping through it like butter. The sound of ripping fabric made you wince and he quickly went to take off your bottoms. You tried to move your legs, to make it as hard as possible for him to take them off, but he simply put his weight on them, steadying you.

You made a noise from behind the tape, and he smiled. A weird smile, no teeth, just a simple upturn of his lips.

"Don't try and speak my dear, it will be over soon..." He took the knife and brought it underneath your bra, cutting through the middle.

"God," He groaned,

"You're just so beautiful, so perfect." He straddled the bottom of your legs. At this point, the duct tape on your arms had begun to cut off your blood supply, and you were cold due to the lack of clothing. The Riddler grabbed your breasts extremely languidly, almost as if he had never seen them before. The fatty tissue was squished under his hands, and you could feel the rough leather exterior of his gloves. He moved to take them off, and somehow, the pads of his fingers felt worse than the leather. He took the tape off of your mouth in one fluid motion, allowing you to speak.

"Please don't do this to me..." You stammered,

"Shush dearest, it will be over soon." He unbuckled the belt from his dark jeans, and you laid your head back, unable to fight back. This was the end of you.

He could kill you right now, but instead, he's going to fucking destroy you. You could hear him pump his cock a few times, the precum already slickly coating the skin. He shoved your legs open, and you brought your head up to look him in the eyes, tears pooling at the edges.

"Oh honey, don't cry" He lined up his average-at-best-looking cock, and slid in.

"Oh my god..." He closed his eyes, pleasure filling his body. You thought it would hurt more, considering your dryness, but his precum lubed up just fine.

He thrust into you a few times and you tried to keep the noises down to a minimum, hoping that he would finish quicker.

"God you're so fucking tight," His cock twitched inside you, and tears finally fell down your face.

"Call me by my name," He caught your chin in his hand, and gripped it so hard you were sure it would leave finger-shaped bruises.

"Riddler, please" You faked the begging, hoping that he would cum fast and get this fucking over with.

"Do you like the Riddler's cock?" You moaned, his cock finally reaching your sweet spot. He slapped your face and kissed it all over.

"Let me control you..." He whispered into your ear,

It was all over you thought, finally giving up on fighting back.

"Control me, please" His thrusts were harder, slamming into the soft flesh of your pussy.

"Good girl" He said, gripping a portion of your hair and pulling it. You yowled in pain, but the combined sensation of his thrusts turned it into a moan.

"Such a good little slut for me, aren't you?" You nodded, The Riddler beginning to rub your clit. Pleasure unfolded from your muscles, and you were quickly close to your climax.

"Riddler please," You gasped, he only ran his hands over your body, his mouth open, lewd noises filling the room.

"Oh fuck, cum with me," His thrusts were slower, but he still rubbed your clit with such fury it was impossible not to cum.

"Oh God Riddler, please," He grabs your throat, silencing your moans. Your pussy begins to squeeze around his cock, your mouth permanently open. The riddler groans heavily and you feel a warm fullness, his hand finally leaving your throat to pump himself through his orgasm. He pulls out slowly, savoring the moment, before seeing the massive amount of cum flow out of your pussy.

"God you felt so good," He said, catching his breath. You sighed, and closed your eyes, ready to faint from both the trauma and exhaustion.

"Stay awake for me, okay?" His voice was gentle, and at that point, you couldn't even begin to open your eyes, muscles all over you burning.

You fainted quickly, the apartment slipping through your vision.

"Don't fain-"

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