#Edward nashton x original female character

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Bumping Into Them at a Halloween Party - Scarecrow and Riddler (x Reader)

Summary: Despite the recent major jailbreak from Gotham's Arkham Asylum, all of Gotham's usual drunken Halloween shenanigans seem to be in full swing. Some folks seem to be mocking the criminals at large, with almost half of all partygoers dressed up in their rendition of an infamous Gotham villain. Reluctantly dragged by your friend to one of the more hole-in-the-wall type parties in The Narrows, you expect another typical night of bad flirting that would lead nowhere and holding your friend’s hair back when she pukes. Little did you know you would manage to catch one of the rogues’ eyes when you bump into two of them in disguise. 

Characters: Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow); Edward Nashton (Riddler)

Pairings: Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow)/Female!Reader; Edward Nashton (Riddler)/Female!Reader

Word Count: Approx 1,000 per Character  

Rating: T+ (Some talk of alcohol and partying and stuff but nothing mature & nothing explicit) 

A/N: Of course, I was in the mood to write something Halloween-y tonight, and this came from that. Yes, I’m still working on the other asks as well as two more Kinktobers people suggested in my comments/messages. 

Enter Fear (Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow)

Crane had originally planned on dressing up in his own Scarecrow costume to teach a lesson to any drunken imbecile stupid enough to try and impersonate him. Fortunately for the Gotham populace, Edward had made Crane promise not to blow their cover by torturing anyone with fear gas this evening. So instead, Jonathan opted for a more subtle look. 

Seated at the bar and bored out of his mind, Jonathan chose to observe a couple in a booth further back. The clearly inebriated woman was dressed up like an angel, wearing those fuzzy cheap mini-wings and what amounted to a white bikini as she nuzzled up to a guy in jeans and a t-shirt that read ‘This is my costume’. 

‘How typical,’ Jonathan thought. 

“Three bucks she pukes in his lap before the next half-hour.” 

Turning to his right, Jonathan came face to face with you, someone who, judging by your expression, was just as annoyed by this kind of scene as he was. He turned back to view the woman and man in the corner booth, pursing his lips as he did so before turning back to you. 

“Five she passes out in the next ten.” 

You smiled, showing off your teeth in a devilish grin before joining him at the bar. 

“Deal.” 

Jonathan sat silent, watching you out of the corner of his eye as you ordered a drink. Interestingly enough, on a night made for boozing and treats, you opted for a Cherry Coke. In his mind, Jonathan couldn’t help but run through the potential implications of your actions. Perhaps you were an alcoholic or an addict. Or maybe you were someone’s designated driver which meant you hadn't come here alone. Or perhaps, you were correctly worried that on a night like this, too many people would be looking to take advantage. 

After thanking the bartender for your drink, you swiveled your bar-stool in Crane’s direction. 

“So, just to recap. If I lose I owe five bucks, and if you lose, you owe five bucks and three Hail Marys,” you said, gesturing to the gentleman’s costume. 

“Only three Hail Mary’s?” 

“Well,” you took a sip of your drink and paused for dramatic effect, “Maybe one Our Fathers, ya know, just in case.” 

Jonathan couldn't help the small smile that graced his lips. Despite his earlier assumptions, he found speaking with you wasn’t as tedious as he previously thought it’d be. Your company was oddly welcome, and the man known to the world as Scarecrow found himself loosening his typically uptight composure. 

“I’m not a real Priest.” Crane avouched somewhat sharply, finishing what was left of his scotch in a single harsh swallow. 

“Wow. You know that’s a shame because I am actually a witch.” You gestured to your own outfit, complete with a black cape and pointed hat. “And now that I know you're utterly defenseless against my powers, I have no choice but to put a spell on you.”

“That so?” 

Jonathan bit the inside of his mouth, trying to suppress the smirk threatening to break through. If anyone was the master of curses, it’d be him. Of course, you had no way of knowing that, without him being in his usual get-up and all. 

Besides, he found himself surprised he was indulging in such a conversation, but he had to admit that your forwardness and banter possessed a fair amount of charm. It was hardly time to ruin this distracting, rather quaint conversation with a surprise dose of his fear gas. 

“I’m afraid so,” you sighed, dramatically. “And now,” using both of your hands, you wiggled your fingers around, pretending to weave a spell, “I sentence you to an eternity of finding lucky pennies only wrong side up.” 

With a flourish and a subsequent ‘poof’ sound effect from you, you ended your great curse with a little boop to The Father’s nose. 

“That’s a pathetic curse,” Jonathan said, more disappointed than amused after the effort you went through with such a display. Were you simple or simply kind-hearted? 

You shrugged your shoulders. 

“Never said I was a good witch.” 

‘Huh, well there was a fascinating complex,’ Jonathan thought.

“Come on,” he said, turning on the practiced psychologist charm, hoping you’d take the bait, “You can do better than that. If someone was really going to curse you, what would you hate for them to do?” 

You continued sipping your drink, unbothered by the not-real priest's current line of questioning. 

“What do you mean?”

“If someone were to utilize your worst fear against you, what would it be?” 

You thought for a moment. 

“Hmm, you mean apocalyptic-level fear as in like the fear of complete and utter failure or something really stupid but tangible?” 

Jonathan took in a deep breath, hiding the anticipation he felt slowly rising inside. 

“Whichever you’d prefer.” 

“I guess I’d have to say…”

“Go on.” 

“Escalators.” 

Jonathan did a double-take. 

“I’m sorry, did you say escalators?” 

“Yes!” You practically shouted. “They’re literally stairs that move! Stairs are supposed to be stationary, that’s what makes them stairs! I mean,” you coughed, clearing your throat in between animated sentences, “How fucking shifty is that?” 

Jonathan nodded, finding himself more curious about you by the minute. You were certainly a very unique person, with a very distinct psyche, he’d have to give you that. 

“Sorry,” you apologized for your outburst. “They just drive me nuts. Anyway… What about you? What freaks you out so much?” 

The way your eyes looked so open, so unguarded drew him in. You looked like this little cartoon character from some after-school special, genuinely interested in listening to what he had to say. 

Had you been anyone else, The Scarecrow would’ve given you some bullshit benign answer: heights, the dark, spiders, something of that sort. But seeing you wait for his answer, sipping on your Cherry Coke in hand, Jonathan felt he could be honest with you. After all, it was Halloween, and he was in costume. There was a very likely chance the two of you would never see each other again. 

Jonathan leaned in closer to you, lowering his voice, and drawing you in. 

“I’ve never been fond of Priests.” 

You leaned your head in even further and matched his whispered tone. 

“Can I tell you something else?” You asked. 

The raven-haired stranger nodded, his captivating blue eyes watching you intensely as he waited for your answer. 

“You make a super hot Priest, though.” You couldn't help but bite your lip as soon as you finished your sentence, feeling a little playful with the decent buzz of alcohol floating through your veins. 

The man licked his own lush lips before smiling. 

“You’ve heard that one before, huh?” You asked, gauging his reaction. 

“Honestly, no.” He answered, rising to meet your teasing manner. 

You put your hands up defensively. 

“Okay, okay. Coming on a little strong, I get it.” 

“It would be interesting, however.” Crane voiced his inner musings out loud. 

“Hmm? What was that?” You asked, feigning coy. 

“A witch and a priest…” he tempted. 

“Probably piss God off,” you added, nonchalantly. 

For the first time that night, Jonathan Crane smiled a genuinely devilish smile, revealing a set of pearly white teeth under those plush lips of his. 

It would seem after hours of ungodly conversation with imbecile after imbecile, it had only taken you a good half hour, to lighten the former psychologist's mood and Jonathan found himself up to the task of matching your titillating nature. 

Perhaps it was a good thing Edward had dragged him out here after all. 

Enter Mystery - Edward Nashton (The Riddler)

You were positively exhausted. All you wanted to do was go to your favorite little coffee spot, get a hot chocolate, and head home. But of course, you had forgotten that today of all days was Halloween, and to be out and about on the streets of Gotham on Halloween night was always a busy, crowded disaster. 

Ugh, you detested crowds. And to make matters worse, your friend hadn’t stopped blowing up your phone, practically demanding you come meet here at this party in The Narrows. 

Sighing, you realized hot chocolate was out of the question, and bitterly texted your friend that you’d meet her there in an hour. 

Much to your chagrin, your friend was waiting for you with a gimmicky devil horns headband for you to wear. Of course, she would have known you wouldn't bother dressing in costume. 

To make matters worse, her costume was that of a sexy angel, complete with a headband halo and feathered wings, which made it look as if you had planned to come to this thing together. 

“I look ridiculous!” You yelled to her over the blaring house music.

“What? No! You look super cute!” She yelled back, pulling you behind her as she weaved through the crowd. 

Finding a table was easier than you thought, mainly because it was still early evening and everyone was either sitting at the bar or mingling on the dance floor. Thankfully, it was a little rounded table in between the booths and the bar, which meant less traffic. 

Plopping down into your seat you made a mental promise to yourself that you’d head home within the hour, the music already creating an unpleasant pressure in your head. 

“You stay here,” your friend instructed, handing you her mini-purse. “I’m gonna go see if those hot guys over there will buy us drinks!” 

Before you could voice your discouragement, your friend had bounded off, no doubt running up to a group of jockey, fratboy-type guys. You sighed, slumping in your seat. 

Even with the annoying music and movement around you, you couldn't help but wish you had a book or magazine or something to pass the time. You know, something other than sitting there looking like a fool in a last-minute Halloween costume at a party you undoubtedly stood out in. 

Looking out at all the people lined up at the bar, you noticed a younger-looking man, shy trying to get the Bartender’s attention. Not having any luck, the man paused and looked up, catching your eye. 

You offered a sympathetic smile. 

The man offered one back along with a raised hand in a half-wave. 

“Try yelling,” you mouthed over to him. 

“What?” You could see him ask. 

“Yell,” you mouthed again, slower this time. “They can’t hear you,” you added pointing to the bartenders and then to your ears. 

You weren’t able to see if the man was successful in his endeavor because, at that moment, your friend had come skipping back, an armful of drinks in hand. 

“Woah there,” you said, helping her place them on the table. “Exactly how many did those guys get you?” 

“Not me,” your friend countered. “Us!” 

You looked over to the group of men she was talking about, singling out the one wearing a ‘This is my costume’. He looked like your friend’s type alright: unassumingly mediocre. 

“They’ve got a booth if we want to move tables,” she said, taking back her purse and tucking it under her arm. “But I wanna dance first, sounds good?” 

You nodded, gesturing to the mass of sweaty bodies beyond the bar. 

“Be my guest. I’m gonna stay here. Wouldn’t want anyone to take our table. Or our drinks,” you added, hoping your friend would accept your lame excuse not because she believed it, but because she was never one to turn down free booze. 

“Fine!” She wagged a finger in your face. “But don’t come crying to me that you didn’t have any fun tonight when you chose to sit here with a sourpuss the whole time.” 

And with that, she vanished into the crowd of bodies jumping up and down to the rhythm of some song you had never heard before. 

Looking at the array of drinks before you, you figured you’d pick the most colorful one with some sort of fruity-looking thing in it. That at least had some solid food in it to counter the effects of the alcohol. 

You took a sip, and licked your lips, surprised at how easy the drink went down. It was extremely sweet, almost sickly sweet, and you couldn’t hardly taste the rum. You took another sip. No, it wasn’t hot chocolate, but it wasn’t as awful as you were expecting either. 

Looking to your left, you saw the shy man from earlier, awkwardly hanging out between the dance floor and the bar, looking just as out of place as you had felt when your friend had dragged you inside. 

Catching his eye for a second time that night, you smiled and waved him over, inviting him to come and sit down next to you. 

The man looked behind him, checking to see that you were in fact talking to him. Turning back to you he was pleasantly surprised to see that yes, it had been true. You were asking him to come join you. 

“Thank you,” the man mumbled, as he took the seat next to you. “It’s more crowded than I was expecting.” 

You nodded, sympathetic. 

“Yeah, I’m an introvert,” you confessed, “So like five people is a crowd to me.” 

The man smiled, a faint blush crossing his cheeks. 

“Same,” he said, letting out a huff of hot air as he laughed. 

“So, ah, what’s your costume?” You asked, gesturing to his trenchcoat and fedora. “Some kind of mafia gangster?” 

The man let out a full chuckle now at your incredulous suggestion. 

“No, no. I’m supposed to be an old-time detective, like ah Dick Tracy or-”

“Philip Marlowe!” You said, a knowing smile spreading across your face. “Like in The Big Sleep!” 

“Yes!” He nodded enthusiastically, “Yes, that’s exactly it!” 

Finding himself feeling shy once more after his joyful outburst, he turned his eyes downcast, looking at the table and the array of drinks gathered on it. 

“You’re the first person I’ve met to know who Detective Marlowe is. Not many people our age have read the books, I guess.” 

“Or seen the movie,” you added, referring to the 1946 black and white picture. “I’ll confess I haven’t actually read the book. But I do enjoy mystery novels. Um, James Patterson is one of my go-to authors, if you can call him that. His stuff is pretty easy to get through and it’s nice to be able to just sink into something mysterious but simple like that.” 

You noticed his eyes still weren’t meeting yours, but you didn’t mind. It’s not like the lighting was very good inside anyway, you wouldn't be able to see his face in great detail. 

“Um, you can take one if you’d like,” you said, gesturing to the drinks. “My friend got a bunch of guys to buy us some, but I don’t really drink a ton, and she hasn’t been back since she went to go ‘dancing’ with one of them, so...”

The man bobbed his head, gratefully accepting one of the drinks. 

After a few hard sips of that liquid courage, his confidence had returned to him along with a nice pink flush of his cheeks.

“I have a copy of the Big Sleep and its sequels, the books, not the movie,” he said. “Back at my apartment, if you’d ever want to borrow it or… anything.” 

You smiled, your cheeks turning a shade of pink as well. 

“I think I’d like that,” you answered. 

A/N: AHHH! Happy Halloween! And Happy Booping!

[rottingglory]

hi ! i’m 21, and use they/she pronouns ! i will be turning twenty-two this coming month so while this is open to anyone 18+ i'd prefer it if you were 20+ :o)

i’m a novella writer and use third person perspective, though i will say i spend days writing little headcannons and perfecting dynamics before we jump into roleplay just because i genuinely enjoy it. i also enjoy making boards, playlists, edits, and other fun stuff!

i am a huge fan of oc x oc in existing fandom universes or inspired by fansdoms, or ccxoc ! or even ccxcc ! i want roleplay to be fun for us so i'd be so willing to write just about anything whenever we double ! i also have plenty of love for original plots !

fandoms + ship i'd like to write ! (i'm also such a fan of making OCs specifically for fandoms so don't be shy about not wanting to write a canon character when we double and instead wanting to do ocxoc! i love making our own dynamics!):

veep (oc x oc, cc x oc) i will write anything.......i love that show!

the thick of it ( oc x oc, ollie reeder x my oc, i can write anyone else for you or make an oc for you !)

mad men (oc x oc or cc x oc !) i'm starting s5 so eek! i'd love to write against either ken cosgrove or ted chaough x my oc (i am a sick freak)! i can write anyone for you or make an oc!

succession ( everything is on the table.....this family is a damn mess we both know we're going to go crazy in there. )

the batman / the penguin ( oc x oc or cc x oc,,,i'd love to write against edward nashton (the party ended an hour ago and i'm still here) i will write anyone or create an oc for you !)

there will be blood ( oc x oc or cc x oc !,,sick freak strikes again, i'd love to write against eli sunday! i'll write anyone or create an oc for you!)

silicon valley ( oc x oc or cc x oc,,jared dunn if you can hear us please save us. i'd write against that sad eyed man so hard. i will write anyone or make an oc (is this getting repetitive? just assume i'll match your freak tbh)

the boys ( oc x oc or cc x oc,,hughie my sweet baby (we're all sensing a pattern in who i'm requesting lmao) i'll write anyone for you !!!)

the suicide squad / peacemaker (oc x oc or cc x oc! i'd love to write against adrian chase or abner krill! i can write anyone ever in the world for you !)

i also am a sucker for original plots ! i'm super into modern, corporate, superhero/villian, religious trauma, horror, character studies, dark themes, romamce, found family, action, angst, failmarriage, pathetic little men, awful little people,,,i'm just eager to write ! i'd be so happy to write as a face claim you've really been craving ! i do really enjoy watching our characters interact so i'd prefer it if the plots were combined but it isn't necessary !

i'm totally comfortable with nsfw ! i encourage it even because i really do feel like a lot of these are psychosexual in some regard /j

i’d also like to point out that my female characters tend to be flawed little shits and they’re not exactly strictly submissive in their behavior so don’t worry about you having to always have to make your character lead the plot because my character is too meek or something like that ! i love complex characters so bring forth your mess of people.

if any of this sounds particularly interesting to you, please reach out and message me ! i'd love to hear what caught your eyes, and a little bit about you !

thanks in advance!

[littleoddwriter]

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[Used to be: ronaldrx]

I'm a hobby writer and mostly write (x Reader) FanFictions and Headcanons. But I am also working on my original story whenever I can, so that I’ll hopefully publish it as an actual book someday. My Ao3.

Here’s a link to my Ko-Fi, in case you want to support me financially. It would mean a lot to me! (Obviously no obligation whatsoever! You never have to pay for anything on my blog, it’s merely an option for donations.)

Also, here are my sideblogs if you’re interested:

Dead Poets Society

Horror

Raúl Esparza

The Simpsons

Only ask for the characters I’ve got listed, please. I’ve written down all of the ones I actually write for, and the list is being updated regularly, as I often find new (actors, whose) characters I write for! (And yes, I always write for every character, so don’t ever worry if you wanna ask for one I haven’t written for in a long time, or ever, it’s fine!) Please always be patient with me. If I haven’t outright declined your request, it’s definitely in the works; even if it has been weeks or months since you’ve sent it in! And only send your requests via ASKs. No DMs or comments, please.

If you have a request, send an Ask to my inbox.

NO sexual NSFW requests, please (more details further down).

Requests = CLOSED (Max. Limit: 10)

Current number of requests: 10

Last updated: October 29, 2023

Masterlists are linked with fandoms/actors/characters below. I WRITE FOR:

ALFRED MOLINA characters:

Doctor Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus

DAVID DASTMALCHIAN characters:

Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man

Bob Taylor

Denham

James Lewis

Johnson

Kurt Goreshter

Lonny Crane

Murdoc

Philippe/Abra Kadabra

Simon Lynch

Thomas Schiff

ETHAN HAWKE characters:

Arthur Harrow

Ellison Oswalt

Goodnight Robicheaux

James Sandin

EWAN MCGREGOR characters:

Alex Law

Catcher Block

Christopher Robin

Curt Wild

Dan Torrance

John Bishop

Mark Renton

Obi-Wan Kenobi 

Roman Sionis/Black Mask* (Birds of Prey - Masc!Reader only) [Any other version of Roman Sionis/Black Mask can be with a Gender Neutral/Female!Reader.]

HUGH DANCY characters:

Adam Raki

Cal Roberts

Luke Brandon

Executive ADA Nolan Price

Will Graham

KARL URBAN characters:

Billy Butcher

Black Hat

John Kennex

Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy

Markiplier EGOS:

Darkiplier

Illinois

Wilford Warfstache

Yancy

PAUL DANO characters:

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Edward Nashton/The Riddler

Eli Sunday

Jay (Okja)

Joby Taylor

Klitz

PEDRO PASCAL characters:

Agent Whiskey

Dave York

Dio Morrissey

Eddie

Ezra

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Marcus Moreno

Marcus Pike

Max Phillips

Maxwell Lord

Oberyn Martell

Ricky Hauk

RAÚL ESPARZA characters:

Bobby

Dr. Frederick Chilton*

Jackson Neill

Jonas Nightingale

Rafael Barba

Characters from 9-1-1 (Lone Star):

Carlos Reyes*

Eddie Diaz

Evan “Buck” Buckley

Howard “Chimney” Han

Josh Russo*

Mateo Chavez

Paul Strickland

Bobby Nash

Tim Rosewater

TK Strand*

Characters from Law and Order(: Special Victims Unit):

Detective/ADA Dominick “Sonny” Carisi, Jr.

Sergeant Mike Dodds

Detective Nick Amaro

Executive ADA Nolan Price

ADA Peter Stone

ADA Rafael Barba

Deputy Chief William Dodds

Little Miss Sunshine:

Dwayne Hoover [Platonic only!]

Frank*

Our Flag Means Death:

Edward Teach/Blackbeard*

Frenchie

Izzy Hands

Stede Bonnet*

Prisoners (2013):

Alex Jones/Barry Milland [Platonic only!]

Bob Taylor

Detective David Loki

Renfield (2023):

Count Dracula

Robert Montague Renfield

Tedward “Teddy” Lobo

SLASHERS/Horror Film Characters:

Asa Emory/The Collector

Ash J. Williams [I will usually default to Ash from the TV show, unless requested otherwise!]

Billy Lenz (1974)

Billy Loomis

Bo Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface (TCM 1974 and TCM 2)

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky

Chop Top Sawyer

Corey Cunningham

Dewey Riley

Drayton Sawyer

Herbert West*

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

Lawrence Gordon

Lester Sinclair

Luigi Largo

Mark Hoffman  

Nubbins Sawyer

Pavi Largo

Stu Macher  

Vincent Sinclair

William Easton

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Qui-Gon Jinn

The Girl Next Door:

Klitz

Eli

Characters from The Simpsons:

Cecil Terwilliger*

Fat Tony

Frankie the Squealer

Grady*

Jack Lassen

Johnny Tightlips

Julio*

Legs

Louie

Moe Szyslak

Ned Flanders

Otto Mann

Seymour Skinner

Sideshow Bob

Sideshow Mel

Snake Jailbird

Timothy Lovejoy

Waylon Smithers*

What We Do in the Shadows:

Anton (Movie)

Deacon

Guillermo de la Cruz*

Laszlo Cravensworth

Nandor the Relentless

Viago

Vladislav

* Please note that an asterisk (*) means that these characters are Male/Masc/GenderNeutral!Reader only (including non-binary, of course). Platonic relationships with Female!Reader are possible, but no romantic ones.

If it’s a character that is open to all Readers, and you do not specify in your request what you want, I’ll usually opt for a Gender Neutral Reader by default.

SHIPS, such as:

BlackBonnet (OFMD)

SteddyHands (OFMD)

Black Pete x Lucius Spriggs (OFMD)

Buck x Josh Russo (9-1-1)

Dracfield (Renfield 2023)

Buddie (9-1-1)

Eli x Klitz (The Girl Next Door)

Nandermo (WWDITS)

Herbert West x Dan Cain (Re-Animator)

McKirk (Star Trek: AOS)

Oluwande x Jim Jimenez (OFMD)

Barisi (Law & Order SVU) 

Renfield x Teddy Lobo (Renfield 2023)

Sickrent (Trainspotting/T2)

Stobotnik (Sonic Movie)

Tarlos (9-1-1: Lone Star)

AnderPerry (Dead Poets Society)

ZsaszMask (Birds of Prey)

Lastly, I would like to add things I will NOT write (about):

Sexual NSFW fics/headcanons (I used to write those as you can see in my Masterlists, but I have my reasons for not writing them anymore. Any hints at sexual topics are fine).

Anything related to death as the main subject (this includes deadly diseases, anything fatal, really, etc.).

Anything that romanticizes Mental Illness (my Vent Fics about my own disorders obviously do not romanticize any of it and I do not stand for that).

(Recreational) Drug Use

Extreme Possessive Behaviour and/or Jealousy

Yandere

If you have something you would like me to write for, but you do not see it listed anywhere, please ask me before requesting it, so we can talk about it. I hope you enjoy yourself on my blog and have a good time!

My Asks and DMs are always open for any questions or simply to talk!

- Jesse

[annika-thelostlove]

The second time, you chose right - part 1 // Edward nashton x fem!reader

Word count // 3816

Summary // In an Alternate timeline Edward Nashton quits his job as a forensic accountant in Gotham city to become an IT support for a lawfirm. You notice the new guy at your work, eddie. He's chubby and quiet and shy, and you think it might just be love at first sight.

Authors note // I got waaaaay into building your character, I'm sorry. You're kinda a crazy person and have a dark past. But you're perfect for Edward

Warnings // mature fic, twisted fluff and angst, dark past from both of them, past muĺrder and crimes, morally grey, sexual themes, attempted sexual assult, stalking, but mostly being in love with Edward ❤

Can be read as a oneshot

Part 2

Eddie's gained some more weight, he's noticed it because he's had to use the next larger belt hole when he puts on his pants now. It should be the least of his problems, but it's another hit on his self esteem that he's very carefully been trying to build since quitting his forensics job.

He focuses on the positives, seeing a therapist in the last few years changed the direction of his life and for the better. He could be in worse mental and emotional conditions by now if he kept discovering more horrible things about Gotham crimes. He was glad for that day in the ally, meeting Batman, the hope incarnate. Finally there was someone to bring light in this city. Edward passed all burdens of duty, of making the city better to the Batman, and left the life of vengeance and violence behind.

He gathered as much evidence he could, and did his best not to become obsessed with the injustice of it all, and then anonymously tipped off evidence to batman. That was more than a year ago. Hes in a much better place now. If he wants to help the city, he has to do it with a clear mind. He's accepted that he's a genius after all, as many others have complimented him in the past. He knows his worth. Now in a good stable job, a new career in IT at a small law firm, he has a nice boss, and the people at work are decent enough to send him little gifts on public holidays.

And then at night he becomes the online hacker vigilante 'nigma', stealing money from the rich, and giving to the poor.

But sometimes things like this make his days hard. Eddie slowly grabs at his love handles, and grips it hard. He sighs. He doesn't know when he's ever felt attractive. But I guess his life has never felt privileged enough for him to care about his appearance till now. He guesses it's a testament to a better quality of life. He read that somewhere, he thinks. Edward is not quite sure he believes it. He throws on his raincoat and gets to work.

< 💚 >

You have been peeking over from your reception desk over to the cubicles for the last year hoping to get glimpses of him when you can. You love the shape of his cheek, and his round shoulder that peeks out from his cubicle wall. He's so beautiful, you think. But he's never once looked in your direction since that first time you met. Edward nashton, he was the new guy. And you think that maybe that feeling you had the first time you saw him last year might be love at first sight.

All the men and at times the ladies in the office have all made a pass at you at some point. You think it's because since you work in reception, you have to be friendly with everyone at the front desk. Still, some part of you feels you were somewhere above average attractive, you've turned down a couple of people in the past. So maybe you're hotter than you give yourself credit for.

But Edward, he updated your computer twice since working here, and one of those times you were on a sick day. No real conversation has happened between you since you met apart from the occasional sounds of agreement from Ed.

'How has your day been?' - 'good'

'I heard you worked in forensics before!' - 'yes'

'I'm in love with your little succulent!' - 'thank you'

He has a little pump bottle sanitizer on his desk that you watch him rub into his dainty hands occasionally, a tiny little cactus plant, a funny favourite mug that's in the shape of a pill bottle that always makes you laugh, and a row of little notebooks in the corner you think are full of his thoughts and musings perhaps even poems. (They are actually great little collection of his own riddles) and alot more the little things around him that just make you fall deep into him even more. You are doomed, and hopeless, and desperately in love with Edward.

Today you will try to get his attention again. Walking by his desk you compliment him on his shirt. It's a pink button down.

"Uh, thank you." He says barely acknowledging you.

He's so uncomfortable, but not as much as he had been last Friday after he turned you down for drinks. You're sure he smiles often at the others, just not at you. You long for it.

You can't help yourself, despite getting hurt last Friday, and endless signs that he has no interest in spending time with you. You put yourself out there anyway.

What you didn't know though, was that Edward came home last Friday crying into his pillow after comming in his hand thinking about how you must have wanted to humiliate him. He thinks that of course your interest is just some sick joke that you're pursuing for a laugh.

"Well, Eddie, I know it's Monday, but- um, I'm going to a late night diner tonight, and- not the bar from last week. And I was thinking coffee was more your style- maybe, if you were free to check it out…with me."

He releases a shaky breath, and looks up at you. "I haven't…changed my mind. S-sorry."

Your palms tingle and tears prickle in your eye, he really really really doesn't want you. You put on a smile.

"Okay, okay, that's okay. Well, see ya tomorrow then!"

You rush to your desk, not knowing that Edward actually saw the genuine hurt in your eyes. He was shocked, maybe you were genuine about spending time with him. He sees you hide at your desk furiously wiping at your eyes. He feels his stomach drop, he really didn't know that it mattered to you so much. You work at reception, you're friendly with everyone. You couldn't actually be interested in him?

< 💚 >

The walk down to the club next door to the dinner was a no-brainer for you. You need to get drunk and get rid of this horrible feeling of rejection fast.

Edward follows you after work, and worriedly watches you from afar as you enter a club. you've been in there for a good hour. He's worried, maybe you've looked for a quick hook up. A horrible feeling burns in his stomach, jealousy, maybe regret, and a twist of anger. Did you only see Edward as a means to fill your own needs? Sighing, that is not possible you could want that with him of all people when he feels so, ugly. Horrible feelings are stirring within him, he fights them. Clenching his fists he takes deep breaths, he's trying to be good. He needs to be.

You finally emerged from the club, looking sad and only partly drunk. You angrily fix your jacket and begin your walk home. A few moments later a rough looking man also comes out looking around, agitated and begins to follow you. Edward quickly jumps out of his hiding spot and pursues. His nerves are up. This dosent look good. What could this man want? He tries his best to hide in the shadows.

< 💚 >

An asshole at the club wouldn't get the hint, you're not interested. So you had to leave that shithole club early.

You notice that there seems to be some footsteps behind you, following for a few minutes now. So you walk faster. You hold on to your sharp blade on your keychain inside your pocket tighter.

But before you could pull it out, someone comes out of nowhere and throws you into an alleyway. Your shoulder collides with the concrete wall and your whole arm is in pain. You are violently grabbed and held tightly with two arms around you then a small knife pushes at your throat. You try not to scream.

"Shush, it's okay it's just me from the bar, be quiet alright." That sleezy voice you heard from the club murmurs behind you.

You beg him to let you go, but he hurriedly starts to shuffle his and your clothing, tugging at yours and his pants to open unsuccessfully. You gasp and yell no, and realise exactly what the asshole wants.

In your struggle you manage to pull your arm free with your small sharp weapon in your hand and thrust it as hard as you could into the body of flesh behind you. He grunts in pain.

But before you could stab him again, you hear a high pitch yell and another series of heavy thuds against the body that's holding you captive. The wet sound of his body being stabbed with a sharp weapon. And not yours. Someone else is here in the ally way with you.

You scream once in confusion and fall forward onto the wall, you turn to see your attacker's body fall to the ground. And another person was on him, stabbing him with a knife. You gasp in shock. You have a hero. At first you think it must be Batman. But he was not cloaked or in a mask, this man's appearance was familiar. Your heart skipped violently in your chest when you realised who it really was.

It's Edward!! He's rescuing you!

"Edward!" You say excitedly

The sound of you calling him stopped him in his trance, with a gasp he drops his weapon. As if he didn't realise what he just did. He's stabbed a man five times with his pocket knife. Frozen in shock he falls backwards on the ground.

What has he done? He looks at his hands, they are shaking and red. His glasses splattered with blood, he shakily wipes at them but it gets worse. It smudges everywhere.

You see that he's scared now. He looks lost, oh sweet Edward. But you notice the man on the ground is still breathing, and Edward is not in the condition to make a choice right now. So you make up your mind.

It's us or them. Your thoughts click into place, yes you are meant to help him, eachother, its destiny. So you hurriedly pick up his knife from the ground and finish what he started. You slice the man's neck, taking the nameless perv out of his misery.

It goes quiet, the silence was deafening between you. You look at one another in suspense. Both covered in the man's blood. You crawl over to Edward then grab his trembling hand.

"We have to go Edward. We have to hide."

He comes back for a second and sees you with those green eyes "Oh, Yes yes we should go. My apartment is just up the street."

"Okay, let's go"

The two of you hold hands dodging all street lights to stay in the dark. Despite your situation, it felt like an epic romance. Getting to run away with him in the dead of the night. The two of you make it to his door. He brings you inside, but still no words are exchanged.

He's standing very still in his apartment now, his face you can see he's thinking a mile a second even though he faces you. He seemed to finally remember your presence after noticing a little heart shaped blood splatter on your cheek.

"Oh, golly." He runs his hand through his hair and says your name in the most endearing way. "I-I ill let you use the bathroom first. It's, it's over this way" He points over to a door to his left. He doesn't look so well. But you can't help but think of how handsome he is, his face full of gentle worry. Despite the blood.

You close the bathroom door behind you, and without a second thought stripped down and used his shower.

You didn't know though that Edward out in the living room was spiralling. His head in his hands, this was the kind of thing he's been trying to fight, the person hes trying not to become. He stabbed someone tonight. Without a second thought. And planned to complete it if it wasn't for you. You. You finished it off. How, how were you going to get away with it? It's was his fault, he made you murder a man. They're gonna take you away. Somewhere, somewhere-

You step out of the bathroom forgetting that you didn't ask for spare clothes, you're glad he had a massive towel to wrap yourself in. But Edward doesn't even notice you standing there practically naked in his living room.

"Edward, honey are you alright?" No response

"Lets get you cleaned up now alright?"

You pull him along by this arm to the bathroom. His eyes distant, hes not really with you now. So you let him sit on the toilet seat and while you just fill up his bath with steamy water waiting for him.

"Eddie can I clean your clothes honey?" You test the endearment on your tongue and begin with removing his stylish glasses, he seems fine with that. Next his bloodied jacket and shoes and socks. Feeling encouraged by his calm response you try to remove his shirt, unbuttoning him. Then he grabs your arms, stopping you.

Now he finally looks shaken. His lips tremble, like there is something he just can't say. You wait for him to say them. But he's breaking apart quickly.

"Okay, it's alright, just let me hold you." You reassure him. He releases you and you take his head into your chest. "It's okay sweetheart, I want to make you feel better, make you feel clean" you repeat these words to him until it was the only thing on your mind. Same words you have used on yourself many times in the past.

Something in him finally breaks, and you feel him begin to sob into you. It's heartbreaking, he wails loudly in his own towel that you're wearing at your chest. Holding you tightly against him.

You wonder if it was his first time, seeing death, it certainly was not yours.

But you were wrong, it was not the death. His tears were from something else. It's you. He's never felt someone's affection like this. Being held, and told words of reassurance. Feeling like a treasure in your arms. In the trouble you both were in now 'how could he let this go once it's taken from him?'

Edward was inconsolable for a little while, but you love him, it was a privilege to have his tears against your chest. You soothed his back and head. He had such lovely brown hair. Giving his hairline a kiss, he calmed down enough for you to continue undressing him. You recognize this behaviour, he's dissociated for a little while. He needs some rest.

You have him naked in his tub in just a few minutes. He's only a little shy now. Trying to cover his privates while you soap him clean. It feels like a test, temptation on a silver platter. You control yourself from touching the most beautiful body you have seen. He blushes so prettily, the pink runs down his chest, and your eyes roam down to his round belly and thighs, desire heats up between your legs. But it's not the time to think about yourself, he deserves to be loved and respected.

When you're done, you try to dry him off, but he grows shy and quickly takes over wiping himself. When you two enter his bedroom he dresses himself in cotton shorts and a thin sweater, and he gives you some of his clothes to wear. You settle on a long pajama shirt, the pant were too long to wear.

"We can, talk tomorrow..about what to…do.." He quietly says and hesitates.

"We can…share the bed" his whole face turns tomato red at his own suggestion. After all what's happened tonight he feels confident that you want to be near him.

You give him a sweet hopeful grin and you both climb into bed. With your head on his chest, you smile and inhale his scent deep, and think that this is how it should always be before falling fast asleep.

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< One year ago >

Three new people will be added to the company. The welcome party was quite nice so far, nice little finger food, you've already put a few in your bag.

They did the same thing for you few years ago when you got this job. No one questioned how you got it. And you're so grateful for Mr. Wayne.

Six years ago you were just a teenager working at one of Salvatore Maroni's drops factory. When the drug finally killed both your brothers, you started adding undetectable poison into your own mix of drops in an attempt to get back at the dealers who sold them to kids. You killed some successfully, but not without getting innocent deaths. Whole families died from your drug mix. Fueled by hate and obsessed with cleansing the city, dozens of people died by your doing, many unnoticed and only marked off at drops overdoses, and even unfortunate bystanders had to go. Many of the deaths of mafia big names made the news, dubing you as The Pusher Killer. But after years, you couldn't carry on living with the hate in your heart and the guilt. You were suffering from the darkness of your life.

Then one day a masked man approached you and asked for locations of the drops factories in exchange for the start of a new life. The man looked alarmingly similar to the young bruce wayne you see on the news. But with the scarf and hood you couldn't confirm it. You took the deal. And here you are now with a new name and a clean start. Though what you've done, will always haunt you. The guilt follows you like a ghost, a prison you have not escaped.

The three men that have been added to your IT department, they all look a little similar to eachother. One of them has stylish translucent glasses on, maybe you should introduce yourself. He was unassuming though he was tall, and simply stood off to the side of the snacks table offering anyone who came by him a little smile. Cute.

You introduce yourself "hey I work in reception, what's your name?"

"Edward"

"Welcome to the team! But the IT and reception departments don't overlap much." He blinked a few times, trying to get a baring of things perhaps. "So I'm glad to have a chance to talk you you." He blushes and is thinking of saying something, but it's a few moments till he says it.

"What happens again, but different both times?"

"..what..?"

"It- its a riddle. What can happen again, but is different both times?"

"I..uh. um."

"Nevermind-"

"No, no, let me think for a moment"

"Kay" He waits patiently with his lips pursed together. You go through a few options first. He shakes his head, all wrong.

What can happen again, but is different both times?

Then it hits you, like opening your eyes for the first time. The answer hits home so closely, you almost feel like a child again in wonder with the wide world.

"Is it..a second chance?"

His smile blinds you, Edward shines like you've never seen anyone before. "Yes!!" He giggles. "Yes, and we will have the chance to see each other again!" He revels in both of your victories, unaware of what had just happened to you. As if he had no idea that your world just got a little brighter, because he's made you remember where you are, in the middle of your second chance. The look in his eyes, they are like yours somehow. And he knows it too. You look at him I awe, laughing along with him. While all at once you are falling.

Is this it?

"Do you- well, I know it sounds lame, but- do you believe in that?" You ask him and look past those spectacles he wears and see his big green eyes magnified and blinking down at you.

"In- in second chances?" He doesn't really think for even a second when he says. "Of course I do." And he smiles till it reaches his eyes. Oh. Of course, its him. He's the one for me. Your heart just soars.

But in the first week working there, Edward began to ignore you, you were not sure why. Edward is ashamed to say, but at that welcome party he felt special after you talked to him. But it turns out you're quite friendly with practically everyone else. He won't get his hopes up if he doesn't talk to you as often, so he just won't.

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< Present >

You awoke when it was still dark, checking your phone time, it says 2:33 am.

Sometime in the night Edward pulled away from you and curled up in a little ball. You look over and try to get a look at him. He's fast asleep, the way he sleeps seems a little tense. But cute nonetheless. You slowly curled over him, becoming the big spoon. He relaxes a little.

After a few minutes he begins to shiver. But not from cold. You think it's a dream. He suddenly gasps and wakes up, opening his eyes which have become glassy.

You hold him tighter, letting you know that you're there. "I'm here with you"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, it's just me. What- what did you dream about?"

"Hmn, the same things really. From the orphanage that I was raised in. Just how…cold it was… how lonely."

"Oh eddie." You rub his skin gently. "Im sorry, but I'm glad, that it's in the past. You're here now, with me. Together. Im happy."

"You're happy with me?"

"Yes, I am"

You roll him over to face you. You see the sadness of his brow, he worries just like you. Where will all the pieces fall? The two of you will have to face whatever consequences come through from the events of Tonight. Maybe Gotham detectives will only find the body in the morning. Find you and lock you away. Maybe they don't suspect you at all. Maybe you will be together with Edward from this point on and never be found out. Maybe in a few moments they will break into Eddie's apartment and take him too.

It was a long tense pause before he responded to your bold implication about the two of you. "Well. I'm not so sure how long we have till it's all taken away."

"I won't waste time then." Your hand holds the apple of his cheek, and he closes his eyes from the feeling. Once they opened you close the distance between you and kiss him the way you've always dreamed of.

Part 2

[summercourtship]

summercourtship character list + rules updated: oct 6, 2024 (added batman and fallout characters, removed some horror/slasher characters)

hello! I'm Kyra and I'm here to write my way into your hearts.

KO-FI | requests are open!

PLEASE READ RULES BEFORE REQUESTING!

If you are a minor, please heed 18+ warnings on certain fics and to follow this blog. If I notice you are interacting with my stuff and are a minor, my 18+ work is not for you and I will block you. Sorry.

characters batman (can be related to STBOTDI or not, just specify)

Bruce Wayne (robert pattinson)

Edward Nashton (paul dano)

Jonathan Crane (cillian murphy)

fallout

Vulpes Inculta Fallout: New Vegas

Joshua Graham Fallout: New Vegas

Ulysses Fallout: New Vegas

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul Fallout TV

John Hancock Fallout 4

horror/slashers

Amanda Young Saw

Bo Sinclair House of Wax

Daniel Robitaille/Candyman Candyman

Danny ‘Jed Olsen’ Johnson/The Ghostface Dead by Daylight

Michael Myers Halloween 1978

Pinhead Hellraiser

Pyramid Head Silent Hill

resident evil

Ada Wong

Albert Wesker

Jill Valentine

Karl Heisenberg

Leon S. Kennedy

Nemesis

have a request for a character that isn't listed? send me a message and I'll see what I can do. any character not original to dbd that is in the game can be written in the dbd universe.

rules

I do not have to do any requests.

Please be okay with me adjusting requests - this includes combining a few requests if they're similar or work well together! 

Writing can take me a while but I'm doing my best.

I will only do reader inserts- and only female or gender-neutral readers (i.e. no male readers). 

No underage characters, incest, bestiality, or anything akin to these. No choking kink (here's an explanation if you need it). 

Some works will be cross posted onto AO3 in works for the related fandoms. I will always include the link on the post if you'd rather read it over there!

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star wars x reader playlists

[plasticnightmaredoll]

I wanted to share the writings I am currently working on because it really is a personal “triumph” for me of sorts. After having an unpleasant experience with someone in a different fandom, I kind of lost my desire to write 😯. I lost all confidence and motivation, and even though I had ideas I could have written down, I just didn’t feel the joy anymore. 

It was months before I started to slowly get back into writing, although, for a different fandom. Not sure if I will return to writing for the fandom I was sort of left disenchanted with thanks to someone, but I am at least writing something -- anything. And I actually am having a fun time again!

These are the ideas I have that I am working on or hope to work on. Now, I can’t promise if any of these will be done any time soon, nor can I promise if I will complete all of these. Some may be abandoned, some may take a short time to write, some may take a very long time to write. But to celebrate my return to writing, I wanted to make this post.

Now, I am not trying to brag. I’m not a professional writer and I still have lots of things to improve on. So, don’t think I’m trying to act all “high and mighty.” Trust me--I have tons of insecurities about my writing! 

Anyway, here’s the list:

N/SFW Alphabets:

NSFW Alphabet for Telltale Games Penguin/Oswald “Oz” Cobblepot

SFW Alphabet for Telltale Games Riddler

SFW Alphabet for Arkham Knight Riddler

Headcanons:

NSFW + SFW Headcanons for a polyamorous relationship with Telltale Riddler and Telltale Penguin

Fics/Drabbles

“Look What I Found” - Arkham Knight Riddler x Female Reader/Female OC/Self-Insert (haven’t decided which it will be yet) (a collection of samples for this one are available here)

Summary: Basically, AK!Riddler gets his shit together after catching feelings. It just takes him some time to realize that he has developed feelings and, of course, he has to figure out how to reveal them to his lady friend (legit friend, not “that” kind of friend lol)

Notes: Will contains lots of fluff and some smut. Features Riddlerbots being cute. The title is that of a song by Lady Gaga, from the “A Star Is Born” soundtrack. It kind of fits what the plot of the fic is about, I think. May have an “epilogue” fic with LOTS of smut.

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Untitled AK Riddler Birthday Fic - Arkham Knight Riddler x Female Reader/Female OC/Self-Insert (haven’t decided which it will be yet)

Summary: Edward receives a surprise gift from his lady friend (no, not “that” kind of gift lol “That” comes later 😉) for his birthday, the first present he’s gotten from anyone in ages -- if he’s ever received one. He’s touched, but also internally panicking because he hasn’t ever gotten her a present. So, what will he get her in return?

Notes: Will contain mostly just fluff and probably no smut (I know, it’s a shock to me, too 🤣). Will feature AK!Riddler being adorkable

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"A Man Who Makes Me Alright” - Telltale Riddler x Female Reader/Female OC/Self-Insert (haven’t decided which it will be yet)

Summary: Tons of smut, some humor, and a good helping of fluff. A sort of “slice of life” drabble with Telltale Riddler and his lady, you could say. 

Notes: Will contain Daddy kink, just so you know in case it’s not your thing. Will contain Dom/Sub stuff because, let’s be real: Telltale Riddler is a fucking Dom and I am a hardcore Sub 😂. It’s not going to be, like, EXTREME, but it will be kinky. Will also be an age gap pairing but the lady in question is NOT underage, so you don’t need to freak out. But I also know some of you may not like age gap pairings so...fair warning. Very strong chance it may be a self-insert fic, and I’m half Telltale Riddler’s age so it won’t be an epic age gap pairing. This also means the fic may get a little personal -- and not just in regards to revealing some of my, uh, “interests.” Title is a line from Lady Gaga’s song, “Teeth.” I love her, ok? The song fits the pairing and content of the fic anyway.

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Untitled Enigma/Edward Nashton x Lorelei Jones (my o/c) fic 

Summary: What the title suggests. I made Enigma a hot detective girlfriend 😂😂😂 But in all seriousness: She’s still a WIP, but most of her character has been developed. The story is meant to take place while Edward is at the GCPD, right around the time he decides to blackmail the shit out of Gotham’s corrupt elite. However, things go much differently than they do in the “Arkham Origins” game.

Notes:

One major change from the “Origins” game is Edward’s motivation to go through with this blackmail plan (let’s just say he’s doing it out of love, to put it simply. The other major change is that he doesn’t become Riddler. Is it a spoiler? Yes, but not a big one. That’s actually what started this fic and the creation of Lorelei Jones: what if Edward Nashton never became Edward Nigma, the Riddler? What if something transpired that “saved” him from that descent into madness, depression, and obsession? Was if this sassy, sexy nerd actually got a happy ending instead of a tragic one? Will contain a lot of smut because...it just will 🤣 Hey, I want Enigma to have a real good fucking time, ok? (quite literally in this case 😏) Will contains plenty of fluff, though, and a decent amount of angst. 

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That’s all I have in the works for now -- and thank the lord because this is enough to keep my busy for a good while. Like I said before: no promises on when or if any or all of these will be finished, but I’m going to do my best. Hopefully nothing knocks me on my ass and ruins my motivation...

[annika-thelostlove]

The second time, you chose right - part 2 // Edward nashton x fem!reader NSFW 18+

Word count / 3454

Summary / In an Alternate timeline Edward Nashton quits his job as a forensic accountant in Gotham city to become an IT support for a lawfirm.

After finally getting your chance with him, you worry that there are no happy endings for the likes of you. Is it too much to wish for a fairytale ending?

Authors note / Some smut in this chapter. It's my first try sorry. There's plenty of areas I think could use some more adjustment, but I'll be very busy soon and so wanted to push this one out before life takes over. I hope you like the ending 💕

Warnings / unprotected sex. Mentions of previous murder and other crimes. And lots of pining. 😅

Link to part 1

Edward was just excited to be here. He never thought with his lack of a collage degree he could get a well paying job for doing the most mundane tasks. Though he was an accountant for a long time, his real interest was coding and programming computers. Now he's got all of it, a good salary doing what he actually likes. 

Helping Batman was the reason he's here, he's sure of it. He doesn't know what kind of connections a man that dresses like a bat and executes justice at night could have, but Edward didn't question it. One day he got a message that a company is poaching him to work for them in their IT department. 

The little welcome party for him and a few other newbies is a pretty good sign of a much better company than his last one. He tries to smile at as many as he can muster.

This is his second chance at a normal life, he's gonna put some effort into it. A riddle is at the tip of his tongue. Breathe. 

She walks right up to him and introduces herself. She's a pretty little thing with crooked teeth. How can he get so lucky? Right now he can't get any higher. What a wondrous feeling. 

She answers his riddle correctly, what a wonderful smile. Oh, what a wonderful smile indeed. He looks at your face a second time, but this time he sees something like hope in the shine of your eye. And Edwards' heart is weak for hope. Always. And he falls for yours in that second. How lucky, to fall for hope, to fall in love so fast. 

He is the luckiest person in the world. 

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You are the most unlucky person in the whole world. Your heart finally in your arms, in his bed, so close finally at arms length. And the words lay at the tip of your tongue. To love him was really just an unattainable dream. 

When perhaps you only had right now to be together, and not ever get to see him grow old with you. 

Will this all you will get to have?

Edwards breath is at your cheek, you inhale him entirely. Kissing him, starved and desperate. His lips are soft and shy. But with a hidden restraint, he is holding himself back.

Your hands move from his face and rest on his warm chest. His heart thumping away. The smell of him intoxicates you, and you can't get enough. 

"Let me touch you, please. Please eddie." He nods.

You both move gently, afraid that this is all a dream, clothes were shyly discarded and insecurities were confronted with courage for the first time. You praised him, worshipped his body, and Edward has never felt so much love like this before. Overwhelmed, tears flowed freely as you rode him, he whimpered loudly, the sound of him going straight to your core that was currently stuffed to the brim of him. You fought the words that are stuck in your throat, I love you. 

Instead you moaned at every downward stroke. Balancing your palms on his smooth chest, the sounds in the room are lewd, it fills the space as he meets your hips with his own thrusts, the wet slaps match with the jiggle of his belly and thighs. Fuck he feels so good. 

Then caught by surprise by your sudden orgasam, you begin to shake and squeeze, you were at the mercy of it, there was nothing in your mind but Eddie under you and your own blinding pleasure. 

You hear him follow you only a moment after, his fingers digging into your hips to firmly keep you on his cock, spilling himself into you. His guttural cry and hot spurts of cum make you want to tip over the edge a second time.

After exploring each other a few more times that night, you sleep peacefully. Forgetting how temporary it all was.

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When the morning came, you both woke up early to try to clean all evidence of last night. But soon after eating stale cereal, it was promptly ignored on the table in place of eddie fucking you on the carpet between his dining and living room. It was just a quick tug of his boxers, just enough opening of fabric to enter you raw. It was a lovely view to see your feet sway limply in the air behind his head. 

You were already late for work after that, and the rush to clean up the bathroom ended up with both of you looking into the mirror, you bent forward with one hand gripping the sink, and the other hand on his hip thrusting into you from behind. His face as he comes in you is quickly becoming your favourite image.

The train ride to work was electric, there was a crackling energy that was felt when you held hands sitting beside each other. The others sitting in the cart with their glum faces, they must be so unfortunate to not know the happiness you both were feeling.

Edward taps your arm to get your attention, he looks shy despite him railing you in his bathroom less than an hour ago.

"Do you want to play a game with me?" He turns the screen of his phone to you, showing a page of digital crossword. 

"Yeah, let's play"

The next 30 minute train ride was full of giggles and whispered answers. People were staring, and it made you laugh even more. You held Edwards arm tighter, his shoulder is so warm under your cheek. Who cares what they think.

Edward certainly didn't care, he looked at you like you hung the sun. 

Your coworkers are surprised and happy for the two of you coming to work together hand in hand. You give him a kiss on the cheek before he leaves for his desk. Right when you sat down one of your coworkers ran up to you and squealed happily while you blushed. 

Edward saw the whole thing from his desk. He is surprised, how did he not see your feelings before? A few others seem to have known you have been trying to get his attention for months now. He gets embarrassed thinking back to all your attempts of asking him out. He was just an insecure idiot. He laughs.

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Midday comes and reality quickly catches up to both of you. Edward can see you from his chair, your earbud is in one ear, just like he has, intently listening to news headlines. The lines between your brows tells him you're on the same station. 

He can see it, the gradual descent of your happy mood from this morning. Absent eyes towards your screen, not truly reading anything. Then slowly your head lowers to hide what attempt at a neutral expression you had left. Your shoulders rise and fall, methodically at your attempt of control. You're okay. That's it. Breathe. 

He saw it, that broken piece of sanity just at the crook of your lip. He's seen that type of despair before, he's seen it in the mirror. 

You look up towards him, a habit of yours to find some sense of peace, and you catch that he's already looking at you. You quickly smile for him. And it pains him to know you're breaking beneath the surface. 

"Expert forensic scientist have been analyzing initial evidence from the scene of the murder last night. It is yet to be confirmed, but first observations indicate that their suspicions do not align with the detective's investigation. There are still polarising opinions of the cause of death for this infamous member of the mob. Is it an assassination, or self-defense? The name of 2017s mob hitman, 'the pusher killer' is circulating this story, it's certainly a name that many of Maronis people fear. But is this the work of a seasoned killer? And what will it mean for the people of gotham? We'll get back to you with this investigation at 6".

Your old title makes your hand tremor above your keyboard. You've always hated that title. The pusher killer. Or the silencer, retribution. 

You've dreaded this day, your name back in everyone's mouths. You thought you killed her, the old you, left her behind. The last traces of her faded when you met Edward. At least you thought it did.

They'll find out, find out what you did, and put you away. Give me the chair. Like they always said they would. 

I earned it

A Crack of a smile plays on your lips. Some part of the old you is seeping through the cracks. It was always going to be me and the chair.

Immediately you stop smiling. It's me and Edward now. Edward is here, I love Edward. He deserves someone who can protect him.

He is in the midst of this now. A victim of your doing. Clenching a fist. When it comes down to it, you will take the fall. You will do it all to protect him.

Edward senses you're not well. He looks at your rapidly changing expressions throughout the day. 

The next few hours you get worse as the news articles cover the investigation. You fidget all day, and you hum without melody. 

At 4pm Edward brings you a coffee in his favourite mug. It brings a smile to your face. He sits down on the little stool beside you. "Will you tell me what worries you, my angel?"

Immediately your face falls and he sees the darkness brewing behind your eyes, but the most prominent expression is one of longing. You reach out and hold the side where his face meets his neck, you could feel that he is trembling. Brows crooked and drawn together, his own fears unsaid. He closes his eyes, inhaling the moment. 

"Eddie-" He tenses in anticipation. "Tonight. We should meet at the diner before midnight. You know, the one I invited you to? Wait for me there. I'll tell you the answer to your question. If- if i don't show it means–" her voice cracks. "Just don't be afraid, don't come looking if I don't make it."

"Darling, please don't hide what it is, let me help you, I can help you" He begs. Somehow he'll get them out of this situation, he knows the vigilante batman, he knows the secrets of the rich and politicians of Gotham, he will blackmail them if he must to make this murder disappear. 

"Just, Eddie, please the diner, it will be safe there." She is tense like she's ready to run. And Edward can see it. Another person fleeing from him. Because no one really ever stays.

_____

So you go to your separate apartments after work. He tried to catch her eye when you rushed out of work, but you didn't have the courage. Edward is sad, and holding on to just a little hope left that you still want him, that you will show.

His commute home was nothing like this morning. He was thrown back to being invisible. 

Getting home, he jumps on this computer, doing the thing he does best. He had dirt on the lead detective of this case. What little power he has as Nigma, he uses for you, but he knows it's not enough to sway your heart to choose him in the end.

He thinks he must be the problem. He's a freak. He's too much. He stabbed someone. He's been wanting to kill someone for so long, and he lost that fight. He should be put away, he's a reject. You hate him. You think he's ugly, that he was a bad lover. Nobody wants him. He's not enough. He's not enough, he's not enough. 

None of it makes any more sense, but his heart aches, believing every lie he punishes himself with. 

Breathe Breathe breathe 

But hot tears run down his face and seeps into his shirt

He thinks about your arms, your embrace, your kiss to his hairline. There's something, a hope, that maybe you love him. Even if it's just a little. 

He clenches his hands on his lap. Edward can't take it, the waiting. He doesn't know how to survive it this time.

Edward opens a new window and puts on the 6pm news. Perhaps his blackmailing has worked in your favour. 

"...-says likely, only one person acted alone. With an eye witness stating they saw one large man exiting the alley at 11pm last night.--" 

Edward exhales a little from the detour to the investigation. Yet no relief comes.

"The victim had many enemies to his name. An assassination is high on the cause for this type of homicide."

"The pusher killer, also known as the silencer, is high on the list of possible suspects. This killer 5 years ago targeted men like this victim tonight. Preying on the heads of the powerful mafia group under the Maroni organisation. Perhaps they've come back to collect the lives they didn't get" 

Jumping out of his chair, at only 8pm with an empty stomach, he leaves for the diner. Helplessly, he waits for you. 

_____

You are at your apartment after watching the 6pm news at full volume, frantically packing your emergency bag. There's no time to lose, they keep repeating your name over and over. Eventually they'll find it was you. They'll take everything, you'll be left with nothing either way. But if you leave now Eddie should be safe. You rip frames and posters on the wall and pile it in a box. And you speed out to a near under bridge, taking your lighter along with you. 

Throwing the box down into a metal drum, you flick the lighter on. Unsuccessfully, you try again and again till your thumb heats up and stings.

In frustration you throw the lighter at your pile of belongings. The pain teases its way behind your eyes. 

You can't do it. 

Standing under a highway bridge with your heart in your throat, sobs rip through you as you curl over yourself sitting on your heels. Wailing all your hurt into the sounds of the night. You cry out and the sound of the highway swallows it up. You're inconsolable for a while. Unable to destroy this life where you were the happiest, and you finally found someone to stay for. 

You can't run. No. Not now.

You get back to your apartment and throw your things on the floor. It was time to accept who you are. 

_______

You find yourself outside the diner, looking at Edward through the window. He's here. Sitting alone at the counter. The lights inside are bright and hide you out in the dark rain. His hair looks so soft, you remember the smell of it. You don't know how long he's been waiting there, but his coffee is untouched and he looks over at the TV monitor every now and again. His hands fidget anxiously under the table.

Despite how distressed he looks. You smile. And your eyes water. He came. And waited. You don't think you'll ever love someone more than this. And you don't know if he'll still love you when you tell him the truth.

_____

Edward waits, he looks at the clock 11:47 and his hand shakes.

It feels just like midnight at the orphanage, another empty bed beside him. Adopted, but never him. He realises he's known the feeling of heartbreak all his life. He only recognizes the feeling now.

The diner is empty except for him and one person working on cleaning machines in the kitchen. When he hears a timid knocking on the window.

He turns quickly, shocked and relieved to see you standing there in the cold. He gives you a small tight lipped smile.

Clambering off the seat, he carefully makes his way out the door.

"You came" standing in front of you, his relief was palpable in his voice. 

"I had to. Had to…" finishing your sentence by grabbing his jacket tightly in your hands and tugging him closer.

The tears spring out so fast, your vision of your lover grows blurry. "Eddie…I'm sorry I made you wait. I, I was just afraid. You won't want me. You shouldn't. I'll hurt you. You, you won't want what I am. The truth." 

He says "angel, please tell me." His eyes water as he sees you so distraught. You took a moment. A pause to contemplate everything you feel into a few words.

"I love you. That's the truth."

The expression he makes is so happy, you forget the rain pouring around you. He takes you in his arms, embracing you tightly. 

Trembling from what you have to say. You whisper in his ear. 

"You must already know by now. Who I am. I'm that killer eddie. The one they talk about on the news. I did those things, killed those men. I did it silently, so many have died because of me. I'm so sorry my love" voice breaking at every few words.

He freezes. 

You cry harder as you embrace him perhaps for the last time.

He pulls you away and holds you at arms length. He drops his hands. Looking at you with an unreadable expression. 

"You. You are the angel of Gotham. Your crimes inspired so many, they say Batman took after you. Before vengeance, there was retribution. There was you."

"I'm sorry. Edward, p-please understand I'm not that anymore. I've left it behind-"

"It's destiny! All of it! Me, you, vengeance! Its fate for the two of us to meet, for our love to exist!" 

His hands on each side of your face, you see him shine through his closed lipped smile. A sparkle in his eyes, till he pulls you hard into a deep smouldering kiss. 

"I knew it. I knew it was worth the years of waiting for something big to happen, for my life to have purpose bigger than what I had for so long! To meet the bat, who you inspired, for him to lead me to quit my old job, find a better career, to have met you here, for maronis man to be our victim in the ally that night, to finally be together with you. DESTINY!!" He yells into the night, and begins to laugh through his tears. "Darling, darling you must know who I am, I am nigma." The name sparks something in you.

"Sweetheart, I swear, it's destiny."

"Nigma? The enigma of the dark web?"

"Yes"

"Edward, you're my hero." You whisper and softly laugh. "And you're my…" you're mine.

A knowing look passes between you, teary eyed and smiling. 

How could such happiness happen to two lonely people? It must be by design. This was their reward, their reward for suffering for so long till tonight. 

The light switches colour inside the diner. While the TV begins to show the midnight news, the volume increases, the cook has come out to watch it, unknowing that the two were watching along with him.

"Welcome to gotham news at midnight. The Batman now has allegedly stepped in the mobb stabbing case, stating and providing evidence that the pusher killer has very little to do with this case. It is observed to be highly unusual involvement for the batman. But again he refuses to make a public statement, but the evidence he's provided undeniably says enough to cross out the pusher killer as a suspect. It seems authorities don't fully understand why a masked vigilante should be defending this infamous killer that's been rumoured to have been dead for years. It simply adds to the mystery of the dark knight. And why we should not–" 

You and Edward look up at the diner tv screen in awe. And you cannot believe it yourself. 

A second time, the hope incarnate has saved you again. And you can help but think that second chances are like miracles in itself. You catch Edwards eyes behind the glare of his glass, and your own face must reflect the same cocktail of emotions.

His lips begin to form words, but he stops, smiles and tries again. "I love you." He finally feels enough to say.

The feeling of emerging out of water, washes over you both, like the weight of so much is lifting. As if the sun is directly overhead, and you can breathe once more.

You laugh "still?"

You reach for his hand, but he has a better idea, he pulls you into an embrace and spins you right there by the light of diners window. Laughter filling the empty space of midnight. 

What a wonderous feeling, to be free. 

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