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Remember this line from all the way back in Road to Arkham?

“Edward decided he liked this Timothy Drake-Wayne. He was the kind of boy he wouldn't mind Ellen bringing home if Ellen was inclined towards boys.”

Yeah, that’s finally getting a pay off next chapter.

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🚗🚨 Riddlebat

🚗 car sex headcanon

The Batmobile's interior is a little too cramped for that kind of fun. The hood on the other hand...well, Alfred got the shock of his life one time he came down to bring Bruce a sandwich. And a nice paid vacation.

🚨 sex that sent me to the ER headcanon

Edward is canonically on the kinky side, so Bruce indulges. There was one time though that he put the handcuffs on a little too tight and Ed dislocated his shoulder trying to get out of them. Bruce took him to the ER in full disguise to make sure 'Bruce Wayne, Domestic Abuser?' wasn't a headline in the tabloids.

NFSW/Smut Emoji prompts

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It's my 7 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Happy Birthday you little shit.

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Nsfw/Smut Emoji Prompts

Thank you to my baby @flightlessangelwings for bouncing ideas for this list. Feel free to reblog and use!

💦 cum headcanon

🥺 first time headcanon

✊ masturbation headcanon

👅 oral headcanon

⛓️ kinky headcanon

🔪 dangerous headcanon

🛏️ soft sex headcanon

🎁 birthday sexy headcanon

❤️ making love headcanon

🎶 music they have sex to

🌹 romantic sex headcanon

⏰ fave time of day to have sex

😺 how they eat the pussy

🍆 how they give blowjobs

🙈 something they’re shy about asking for

📱 phone sex headcanon

📸 naughty pictures

🛁 shower/bath sex headcanon

😴 falling asleep after sex

🚗 car sex headcanon

🎤 how loud they are

🍌 sex toy headcanon

🍪 an after sex snack

🍷 tipsy sex headcanon

🤪 silly sex headcanon

🚨 sex that sent me to the ER headcanon

🏖️ sex on the beach headcanon

🎇 orgasm headcanon

🌄 morning sex headcanon

🎥 filming or making a sexy movie

🎉 celebration sex headcanon

💌 sending/receiving nudes headcanon

👄 making out headcanon

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I'd hoped to get a new chapter out before the Holidays, but family obligations have eaten up a lot of my time. Here's a preview then, of the next few chapter titles and summaries to tide you over until I do update.

Losing Faith

-Ellen has two meetings that shake her faith in vigilantes.

Before I Change My Mind

-Ellen gives Jason her answer.

Shots Heard 'Round the World

-TYGER begins their assault on Gotham

Lightning Rod

-The situation with the Nigma 'family' begins taking its toll on the Bats.

The Burning of Robinson Park

-A line is crossed.

Awakening

-Edward Nigma awakens.

We've also got about three or four more chapters left in House Guest. Drunken shenanigans and bedroom mishaps are ahead.

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Original Sin

Title: Downfall

Chapter Title: Original Sin

Fandom: Batman

Rating: M

Chapter summary: One thoughtless act has had long-reaching consequences.

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He stood on the edge of the rooftop, ready to take off, when he heard the hatch open behind him. He looked over his shoulder briefly to see Dick climbing out. "Hey," he asked. "Before you go, can we talk?"

"What is it?" Bruce asked.

Dick shuffled his feet. "What you said yesterday to Tim about Edward, about how we shouldn't hope he stays in a coma or loses his memory again was good. It was the right thing to say." He gave Bruce a hard look. "Did you mean it?"

Bruce was slightly taken aback by the suspicion in his eldest's voice. "Of course I did," he said. "I've never wanted any harm to come to Edward, you know that."

Nightwing responded by taking a long deep breath and shaking his head. "I think we both know that's not true."

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So some Riddlerang headcanons to distract myself from my ennui.

-Mirror Master will unceremoniously dump Digger off in Gotham when he gets so sexually frustrated he starts picking fights with the other Rogues.

-Jervis Tetch will get himself sent to Arkham on purpose when Digger’s in town, because Digger and Ed make date nights out of bullying Tetch.

-Whenever Ed goes to visit, Wally braces himself, because he knows that Digger’s going to pull off some ridiculous stunts with his flashy new boomerangs to impress the Gotham Rogue.

-Flash’s Rogues are more accepting of them generally, even if Ed rubs some of them the wrong way, because Ed stays out of their way and a happy Digger is a less obnoxious one.

-The Gotham Rogues on the other hand can’t stand Digger and hate everything about this situation, especially Selina and Oswald.

-Oswald tried to bribe Digger to break up with Ed. Digger took the money and took Ed out on the wildest date night Gotham had ever seen and dared Oswald to do something about it.

-God help Digger when he does get Ed mad, because Ed can and has sent a drone after him even when he was in another country with Task Force X.

-Speaking of Task Force X, Ed can and has hacked into their secure comms to talk to Digger whenever he’s bored, angry at him, or on one memorable occasion, to initiate phone sex. Amanda Waller was Not Amused.

-In the event that their kids are around…Owen is weirded out by Ed at first, and the thought of someone like him being with his Dad, but he gets used to the situation pretty quick and gets along with Ed fine. Digger and Enigma on the other hand? It’s on sight, 24/7, 365. The only reason Digger has not killed this ranga is because she’s Ed’s kid and that she and Owen get along like peas and carrots.

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Fuck it, here are some of my preliminary ideas.

-Owen is younger than he was in Post-Crisis canon, having met his Dad when he was 15. (He had just turned 16 when this version of Identity Crisis happened) He is, as of now in PI Verse, 19. (Physically at least.)

-He was living in a group home when Digger met him. He has no memories of his life before he was five years old. He vaguely remembers there was a woman who kissed him on the forehead and pushed him away. He remembers a man pulling on his ankle. He remembers another man, bashing the first one’s head in with a rock. Then he wakes up in a cold sweat. He was adopted at age six by an older woman named Anita Mercer. She died when he was 14 and he was placed back in the group home. After he turned 18, after Digger had been sentenced to 25-to-life, the Rogues were waiting for him.

“We look after our own.”

If they only knew.

-He struggled in school as he seemed to be developmentally behind his peers. He was non-verbal when he was dropped off at the group home. He’s not dumb by any means, but he definitely isn’t academically inclined and he dropped out.

-He definitely has impulse control issues. He gets it from both sides of his family. He can be somewhat out there at times as well. While he is laid back most of the time, he also has moments where his temper can get the better of him.

-Physically, he bears a striking resemblance to his father, but there are a few differences as well. Most notably his eyes. Officially they’re listed as hazel, but in certain lights they look…yellow. Her eyes. He usually keeps his hair cut pretty short, but when it grows out…you can see her.

-Owen Ioves his father, despite knowing all too well what he is. He wishes he could spend more time with him, but he also has a deep yearning to know about his mother. He asked Digger once about her, only for his father to tell him that between all the fights with Flash and his drinking that he doesn’t recall much about that period of his life. Digger is a liar.

-Then there’s the big thing. The speed. Owen as in canon, only has spurts of super speed and he doesn’t always have the best control. In this AU though, no one other than himself and his Dad know about it so far. Digger told him, no, ordered him never to share it with anyone. Owen agreed because he’d never seen his father look so serious before. Or afraid.

-Owen is skilled with boomerangs, though no where near his father’s level of marksmanship. He sometimes uses his speed as a crutch in fights, which Digger wastes no time scolding him about.

-Speaking of Digger…on the rare occasions when he’s around Owen, he is openly affectionate, if somewhat awkward. He wants to know what’s going on in his son’s life, and attempts to give fatherly advice. Given that it’s Digger though…this advice isn’t always sound. Or legal. Or moral.

-When Owen isn’t around though, Digger never talks about him. When his Squad mates ask about him, he shrugs them off. “What about the lad?” Anyone who asks further questions gets an angry Aussie.

One person was foolish enough to say that when they got out, they’d look Owen up. That person did not survive the mission. “Poor bloke. He just couldn’t take the strain and offed himself.” Lawton and Waller know what really happened.

-Owen was not born with his speed powers. It explains everything,

I wish that I had infinite time and energy where my writing was concerned, because Holy Hell, if there’s a character who defines missed potential and is giving me all sorts of story ideas, it’s Owen Mercer. And I can’t touch those ideas just yet, because most of them give away the ending to PI Verse. :/

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In which Digger cannot read between the lines.

And yes, the Human Boomerang thing actually happened. God bless the Silver Age.

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Edward Nigma, knowing that his daughter is a lesbian and therefore will never be interested in any of the Wayne boys.

Edward Nigma, remembering that Wayne has a daughter and that she may be the worst of them all.

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Aftershock

Title: Downfall

Chapter Title: Aftershock

Fandom: Batman

Rating: M

Chapter summary:

Edward's loved ones try to come to terms with all that's happened, and fault lines begin to form.

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Batgirl squeezed her shoulder. "You don't ever have to thank me for that." Her hand lingered on Ellen's shoulder as she seemed to debate something internally. "You don't have to call me Batgirl, either, if it's just the two of us. You can call me Stephanie."

A thrill went down Ellen's spine. Was this an alias, or had Batgirl just told her her real name? It didn't matter either way, she decided. Batgirl trusted her. Batgirl cared about her. "Stephanie," she said. That wasn't the name she'd imagined, but it fit. "You look like a Stephanie."

Batgirl, no, Stephanie laughed. "I'll take that as a compliment!" She pulled her hand back and gestured to the helmet Ellen was still holding. "Let's get going." 

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I wish that I had infinite time and energy where my writing was concerned, because Holy Hell, if there’s a character who defines missed potential and is giving me all sorts of story ideas, it’s Owen Mercer. And I can’t touch those ideas just yet, because most of them give away the ending to PI Verse. :/

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In which there's a trip to the museum, and a run-in with an old 'friend'.

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Write me something you know I'll love 😉 xx

Since we were just talking about this, lol. Hope you enjoy!

The morning peace of Edward Nigma’s apartment was broken by the man’s annoyed voice shouting “Digger Harkness!”

The target of his ire, one George ‘Digger’ Harkness, finished his gulp of black coffee. "Ed," he whined. "Whatever it is, it's too early in the bloody morning!"

"Too early!? It's 10 am you savage! Now get over here!"

Digger rolled his eyes, got up from the kitchen table and stomped over towards the bathroom. "Alroight yer bloody highness," he shouted at the closed door. "What are you chucking a wobbly about this time!?"

The door burst open, almost smacking into Digger and Edward stepped out, clad in only his white undershirt and pair of green boxer shorts. He glared at Digger, and the Aussie might have thought it was hot if it weren't for the next words that came out of the man's mouth: "I just used up the last of my cortisone!"

Digger arched an eyebrow. "How's that my problem?"

Edward jabbed him in the chest. "It's your problem, Digger, because you gave me a rash on my inner thighs!"

"I wot now!?" Digger almost jumped a foot in the air. "Crikey! I'm clean Ed, I swear! I ain't touched anyone else fer over a year!"

"What?" Edward pulled a face. "Oh for the love of-no, not that kind of rash!" He gestured at the bushy red sideburns on Digger's face. "It's those!"

Digger brought his hands up to his face. "My sideburns? How'd they give you a rash?"

Edward sighed and pinched his brow. "It's a simple matter of friction, Digger. When you're...down there giving me oral pleasure-"

"Crikey, why can't you just say 'sucking my dick' like a normal Yank?"

"Don't interrupt me! You rub your face all over my thighs and your facial hair gives me a rash!"

Digger just shrugged. "Well, what do you want me to do about it? Do you not want me ta give you gobbies anymore?"

Edward paled. "I never said that! No, what I'd like for you to do is trim your sideburns!"

It was as if all the color went out of the world. "Trim me sideburns?" Digger repeated. Then he covered them with his hands. "Nevah! I've had these since I could grow hair! I wouldn't shave 'em if me own Mum asked me to!"

"First of all, I didn't ask you to shave them, I asked you to trim them. There's a difference. Second, I don't think it's too much to ask that my boyfriend does his best to ensure I'm comfortable during and after our sexual activities!"

"Oh yeh? I didn't hear ya complainin' last night!" He then proceeded to do possibly the worst impression of Edward's voice ever attempted: "'Oh Digs, don't stop, roight there, roight there-'"

"I don't sound like that!" Edward snapped. "How would you like it if I grew ridiculous sideburns and did the same to you!?"

Digger considered this a moment. "You offerin'?" he asked.

Edward rolled his eyes. "You are unbelievable."

"Cheers, love."

"That wasn't a compliment!"

Two months later, Digger Harkness returned to Edward Nigma's apartment. He would have visited sooner, if not for the six-week deployment with Task Force X. Stupid fuckin' parole requirement. "Ed!" he shouted, closing the door behind him. "I'm here!"

"I'm in the bedroom," Edward called out. "Ready and waiting Captain."

Digger's grin threatened to split his face. He kicked his boots off, tore off his coat, bandolier, and shirt, threw them on the floor, and dashed towards the bedroom, ready to pounce on his boyfriend.

Edward was indeed waiting for him, lying on his back, dressed in only his underwear and a half-unbuttoned dress shirt, just how Digger liked...but there was something different about him. Something the Aussie picked up as soon as he saw him. "Ed love," he asked. "Wot the Hell are those?"

Edward gestured to his face, and the long red sideburns that adorned it. "Oh, these?" he asked. "Do you like them?"

Digger cocked his head. Truth be told, he kind of liked the fact that Edward was a little prissy about his appearance. That and the extra hair made him look a bit like a..."Ya kind of look like a chimpanzee, mate."

Edward abruptly sat up. "A chimpanzee!?" he demanded. "Is that what you have to say to me?"

Digger shrugged. "It's the ears. The hair makes them stick out a bit more."

Edward scowled. "George," he warned. "Do you want to have sex with me or not?"

"They look great mate!" Digger said, falling in line immediately. "Really, they do?"

Edward rolled his eyes, but beckoned him down with a crook of his finger. Digger pounced on him in an instant, claiming him with a rough kiss and groping every part of his body he could. "Chimpanzee indeed," Edward muttered as Digger attacked his neck. "You should talk. I've never been with anyone with half as much body hair as you."

"Thought ya loiked it," Digger said, pausing mid-bite.

"I didn't say I didn't," Edward teased. Digger began pulling Edward's boxer shorts down, only for Edward to flip them so he was on top. "At ease, Captain." He licked his bottom lip and gave the Aussie an evil grin. "Let's see how much you enjoy beard rash."

Digger grinned back, folding his hands behind his head. "Love, long as I get that gobby, you can do whatever ya want with me. Do yer bloody worst."

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I did the 'spin the wheel' thing and got enigma and harley 👀

Oh. Snap.

There's a third figure with Batgirl and Black Bat as they make their way into Red's hideout. Red wrinkles her nose at the new vigilante. "And who is this?"

Harley knows who she is instantly. She doesn't recognize the costume, a weird homemade mix of black pants and body armor with a purple cape and hood, but the crude purple question mark stitched on the girl's chest was a dead giveaway. So were the green eyes glaring at her from behind a purple mask. It's the girl from Eddie's phone. Eddie's daughter.

Harley involuntarily takes a step forward. Black Bat instantly steps in front of the girl, shooting Harley a silent warning glare. Don't come any closer. "Easy Elvira," Harley says, raising her hands. “I ain’t gonna hurt her.”

“You already did,” Batgirl hisses, also stepping forward. “You have no right to talk to her. Not after what you did to her father.”

Harley gulps, then looks down at her feet. "I know," she forces herself to say. "I know."

"Why?"

Harley looks up sharply. The voice didn't come from either Black Bat or Batgirl. It came from the girl standing behind them, the girl who was now trying to go through them. Black Bat turns to shake her head, but Eddie's little girl meets her gaze. A moment passes, the two seeming to communicate without words. Black Bat finally steps aside, letting the girl walk forward. She seems to have every bit of Eddie's confidence as she walks towards Harley, stopping only inches from her.

"Why?" she asks again.

Harley's thought a lot about what she'd say to Eddie's little girl if they ever met. How she'd explain herself. And yet, the only words that she can think to say are "I didn't know-"

Fire flashes behind the girl's eyes. "I'm not talking about my Dad. I'm talking about Doc." Harley's mouth goes even drier. "Why?" the girl demands. Her eyes, Eddie's eyes remain fixed on her face, fearless and angry.

Harley drops her gaze. "I don't know," she admits in a voice barely above a whisper.

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Write me something you know I'll love 😉 xx

Since we were just talking about this, lol. Hope you enjoy!

The morning peace of Edward Nigma’s apartment was broken by the man’s annoyed voice shouting “Digger Harkness!”

The target of his ire, one George ‘Digger’ Harkness, finished his gulp of black coffee. "Ed," he whined. "Whatever it is, it's too early in the bloody morning!"

"Too early!? It's 10 am you savage! Now get over here!"

Digger rolled his eyes, got up from the kitchen table and stomped over towards the bathroom. "Alroight yer bloody highness," he shouted at the closed door. "What are you chucking a wobbly about this time!?"

The door burst open, almost smacking into Digger and Edward stepped out, clad in only his white undershirt and pair of green boxer shorts. He glared at Digger, and the Aussie might have thought it was hot if it weren't for the next words that came out of the man's mouth: "I just used up the last of my cortisone!"

Digger arched an eyebrow. "How's that my problem?"

Edward jabbed him in the chest. "It's your problem, Digger, because you gave me a rash on my inner thighs!"

"I wot now!?" Digger almost jumped a foot in the air. "Crikey! I'm clean Ed, I swear! I ain't touched anyone else fer over a year!"

"What?" Edward pulled a face. "Oh for the love of-no, not that kind of rash!" He gestured at the bushy red sideburns on Digger's face. "It's those!"

Digger brought his hands up to his face. "My sideburns? How'd they give you a rash?"

Edward sighed and pinched his brow. "It's a simple matter of friction, Digger. When you're...down there giving me oral pleasure-"

"Crikey, why can't you just say 'sucking my dick' like a normal Yank?"

"Don't interrupt me! You rub your face all over my thighs and your facial hair gives me a rash!"

Digger just shrugged. "Well, what do you want me to do about it? Do you not want me ta give you gobbies anymore?"

Edward paled. "I never said that! No, what I'd like for you to do is trim your sideburns!"

It was as if all the color went out of the world. "Trim me sideburns?" Digger repeated. Then he covered them with his hands. "Nevah! I've had these since I could grow hair! I wouldn't shave 'em if me own Mum asked me to!"

"First of all, I didn't ask you to shave them, I asked you to trim them. There's a difference. Second, I don't think it's too much to ask that my boyfriend does his best to ensure I'm comfortable during and after our sexual activities!"

"Oh yeh? I didn't hear ya complainin' last night!" He then proceeded to do possibly the worst impression of Edward's voice ever attempted: "'Oh Digs, don't stop, roight there, roight there-'"

"I don't sound like that!" Edward snapped. "How would you like it if I grew ridiculous sideburns and did the same to you!?"

Digger considered this a moment. "You offerin'?" he asked.

Edward rolled his eyes. "You are unbelievable."

"Cheers, love."

"That wasn't a compliment!"

Two months later, Digger Harkness returned to Edward Nigma's apartment. He would have visited sooner, if not for the six-week deployment with Task Force X. Stupid fuckin' parole requirement. "Ed!" he shouted, closing the door behind him. "I'm here!"

"I'm in the bedroom," Edward called out. "Ready and waiting Captain."

Digger's grin threatened to split his face. He kicked his boots off, tore off his coat, bandolier, and shirt, threw them on the floor, and dashed towards the bedroom, ready to pounce on his boyfriend.

Edward was indeed waiting for him, lying on his back, dressed in only his underwear and a half-unbuttoned dress shirt, just how Digger liked...but there was something different about him. Something the Aussie picked up as soon as he saw him. "Ed love," he asked. "Wot the Hell are those?"

Edward gestured to his face, and the long red sideburns that adorned it. "Oh, these?" he asked. "Do you like them?"

Digger cocked his head. Truth be told, he kind of liked the fact that Edward was a little prissy about his appearance. That and the extra hair made him look a bit like a..."Ya kind of look like a chimpanzee, mate."

Edward abruptly sat up. "A chimpanzee!?" he demanded. "Is that what you have to say to me?"

Digger shrugged. "It's the ears. The hair makes them stick out a bit more."

Edward scowled. "George," he warned. "Do you want to have sex with me or not?"

"They look great mate!" Digger said, falling in line immediately. "Really, they do?"

Edward rolled his eyes, but beckoned him down with a crook of his finger. Digger pounced on him in an instant, claiming him with a rough kiss and groping every part of his body he could. "Chimpanzee indeed," Edward muttered as Digger attacked his neck. "You should talk. I've never been with anyone with half as much body hair as you."

"Thought ya loiked it," Digger said, pausing mid-bite.

"I didn't say I didn't," Edward teased. Digger began pulling Edward's boxer shorts down, only for Edward to flip them so he was on top. "At ease, Captain." He licked his bottom lip and gave the Aussie an evil grin. "Let's see how much you enjoy beard rash."

Digger grinned back, folding his hands behind his head. "Love, long as I get that gobby, you can do whatever ya want with me. Do yer bloody worst."