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penmansparadise · 2 years ago

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Ed Nygma ~ The Set Up

Pairing: Ed Nygma x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Mild language

A/N: Hello! It's been quite some time since I've posted and written. I have been recently watching Gotham, and I'm obsessed. This is the first time I've ever dabbled in the DC realm, so please go easy on me. This will hopefully be the first of several one shots for the show Gotham. Please do not be afraid to send in a request but do know that I am only at the beginning of Season 3, so who I write for may be limited. But if you like this one, please send in a request for another! I hope you all enjoy

The sound of your shoes against the tile floor mixed with the hustle and bustle of the GCPD. You moved around officers hauling in criminals screaming for justice as you made your way to your little corner of the building. You hadn’t been working at the GCPD for long. In fact, you were happy where you were previously employed. You would have stayed there forever had a former employee, who was now caged up in Arkham, not decided to torch the place. So, when you found yourself out of a job, you did what any ordinary distraught adult would do. You called your best friend and scheduled a date for some much-needed wine therapy. Unfortunately for you, your best friend was hanging out with her close buddy, Kristen Kringle, when said call was made.

You had only met Kristen a handful of times and were not a fan. She always struck you as shallow. Every time you spent time with her, she would only ever talk about how much she hated her job but enjoyed all the male attention from the officers. So, naturally, when your best friend told you that Kristen could get you a job as her assistant at the GCPD, you were a little skeptical. But, since your options were limited, you reluctantly accepted and eventually found yourself being Kristen’s own personal servant.

You hurried through the building until you came upon the Record’s Room door. Just as you were about to enter, the trill of Kristen’s giggle filled your ears, causing you to pause. You peeked around the corner to find Officer Dougherty trailing his fingers up and down Kristen’s arm. His head was angled down as he whispered something into her ear, earning another laugh. You rolled your eyes before turning on your heel with a huff and headed toward the M.E.’s office. When you entered the room, it was empty. Lee always ran a bit late, but you knew she wouldn’t mind if you hid in her office. She was used to it by now.

You dropped your bag onto the floor and began aimlessly walking around the room. Vials of odd-colored liquids were chilling in a refrigerator, and several medical tools were lined on the table in the middle of the room. You meandered over to the lone skeleton in the corner and began lifting up its limp arms. You gave them a light shake causing the whole thing to rattle when the door opened.

“Making friends over there?” Lee asked.

You dropped the arms and let out a little chuckle.

“I couldn’t help myself. He looked a little bonely.”

“Not a pun this early in the morning, Y/N” Lee groaned.

You just smiled as you moved to plop down into her roller chair. As you watched Lee set up for the day, you began slowly spinning the chair. She sent you a glance over her shoulder.

“Kristen has company again?”

You scoffed and said, “Officer Dougherty, now.”

“She sure moved on quickly from Flass.”

With every spin, you briefly looked at Lee and said, “Don’t even get me started.”

Lee let out a breathy laugh and then continued to move around the room. You were spinning in silence when the door opened again, and none other than Ed Nygma entered. You slammed your feet down in an attempt to stop the spinning and nearly sent yourself flying from the chair. A bright smile spread across Ed’s face the second your eyes locked with his.

“Miss Y/L/N.”

“Hi, Ed,” you said, his name coming out like a secret you didn’t want anyone else to know.

“I thought I might find you here.”

You and Ed hit it off immediately, which inevitably meant that your crush for him blossomed rather quickly. You remember it like it was yesterday. It was your first day on the job, and Kristen had delegated sorting to you. So, you were crouched behind the filing cabinets going through shelves of folders, when Ed walked into the Record’s Room. You didn’t see him right away. You could only hear was his chipper and smooth voice as he greeted Kristen.

“Though my beauty is becoming,” he said, his smile seeping into every word, “I can hurt you just the same; I come in many colors; I am what I am by any other name. What am I?”

Kristen groaned.

“Mr. Nygma, I’m really not in the mood for one of your little riddles.”

“Do you give up?” Ed had asked, not even caring about Kristen’s hostile tone.

You could hear her huff before she said, “Yeah, I give up.”

You didn’t even know him yet, but for some reason, the way Kristen was treating him was pissing you off. Maybe that’s what possessed you to answer his riddle when he began to give the answer.

“I’m a–”

“Rose,” you said as you stood up, revealing yourself.

His eyes snapped to you, and you took a sharp breath. He was cuter than he sounded. Tall with hair combed almost systematically and eyes the color of a warm cup of coffee. And when he directed his smile toward you, it felt like you were struck by lightning. He pulled a rose you didn’t see him holding from behind his back and handed it to you.

“Yes, that’s correct.”

You took the rose from him, your fingers just barely grazing his velvety skin. His eyes traveled over every inch of your face, from the arch of your brow to the curve of your lips.

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” he began, extending his hand to you. “I’m Ed Nygma.”

You placed your hand in his large palm and couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted in your stomach.

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

The corners of his lips curled upward as he shook your hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Y/L/N.”

He held onto your hand for a moment longer than necessary before finally taking his exit. You were frozen in time as your body reacted to him even though he was no longer in the room. You could barely hear when Kristen began to whine about how Ed was the guy she told your best friend about who wouldn’t leave her alone. Her voice became a hum as you stared at the rose Ed gave you, and all you could think was that you were glad Kristen didn’t like him because you did. A lot.

That was six months ago. And ever since that first meeting, Ed would visit you every morning and give you a riddle. His daily ritual only furthered your feelings for him. As the months rolled on, you did your best to conceal your emotions, but it seemed that everyone knew of your ever-growing crush. Of course, that was everyone but Ed.

You sat up a little straighter in your chair as you waited for Ed to deliver his daily riddle.

“When you stop to look, you can always see me. But,” he said, sticking a finger in the air, “if you try to touch me, you can never feel me. Although you walk towards me, I remain the same distance from you. What am I?”

You began nibbling on your lower lip as you tried to work through the riddle, whispering to yourself. Your eyebrows furrowed as you brought your hand to your chin.

“Do you give up?” He asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

You waved your hands at him as you let out a string of “no’s,” but after a few more minutes of nothing, you finally let out a defeated huff.

“I give up. What is it?”

Ed’s grin grew, then he said, “The horizon.”

You threw your head back and groaned earning a laugh from Ed.

“I should’ve gotten that one!” You shouted. “That was a good riddle. Right, Lee?”

Lee hummed in response.

“Yeah, it was.”

Ed gave her a nod and said, “Good morning, Dr. Thompkins.”

“Ed,” Lee began with a gentle smile, “please just call me Lee.”

“Right. My apologies, Lee.”

He turned back to you, and your heart jumped in your chest. Even after all these months, you were still unable to figure out how he had such an effect on you. Ed just existing made you melt. You couldn’t help but think what would happen if he ever got his hands on you. Your bottom lip slid between your teeth at the thought.

“Well,” Ed said, pulling you back to reality, “I better head out. I’ll, um, I’ll see you later, Miss Y/L/N.”

You nodded and let out a weak “Okay,” before Ed turned and began walking toward the door. As he went to leave, you looked at Lee, who mouthed, “Say something,” to which you quickly shook your head. Lee rolled her eyes, and just before the door shut behind Ed, she called out to him. At first, the door remained shut, but when it slowly opened again, your heart sank. You tried to control the way your eyes grew to the size of saucers as you watched Lee, but you knew how you were feeling was written all over your face. Ed reentered the room and looked between the two of you.

“Is there something wrong?” He asked, his innocence doing something to your insides.

“No, of course not!” Lee said, moving toward him. “No, um, I was just thinking about our conversation we had a while back about cooking. Do you remember that?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you sent Lee a look, but she ignored you. Ed nodded.

“Y-yes, I do.”

Lee smiled, and to the normal eye, it may have looked endearing. But to you, a close friend, you knew she was scheming.

“I remember you mentioned how you loved to cook and would like to have a double date with Jim and me.”

Your spine straightened, and you began to stand from your chair.

“Lee…”

“I was just wondering if you were free tonight?” Lee asked, ignoring your protest.

Ed’s eyes flitted from Lee’s to yours and back. His cheeks began to redden as he dropped his head and absentmindedly fixed his glasses.

“Oh,” he began, “um, I-I am free, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold up my end of the whole double date thing. I, uh, I don’t have a date.”

Lee’s gaze snapped to yours briefly before saying, “Just bring Y/N!”

Your whole body was tense, and you clenched your fists at your side.

“Lee,” you said, but it was as if you weren’t even in the room.

“I’m sure she has no plans.”

“Lee!” You barked, finally gaining her attention.

You gave her a look, but when Ed turned to face you, you did your best to look as if you weren’t about to pass out or commit murder. He began to fidget with his glasses again and avoided your stare as he said, “I, uh, if you’re free, um, would you like to maybe join us for dinner, Miss Y/L/N?”

When his stare finally met yours, you could see the vulnerability deep in his eyes. You looked at Lee briefly before nodding.

“I’d love to, Ed,” you said, a small smile pulling at your lips.

You could almost see the tension leave his body as he relaxed his shoulders.

“Fantastic. How does seven sound?”

Lee clapped a hand on Ed’s shoulder and said, “That sounds perfect. We’ll see you later.”

A grin spread across Ed’s face before he gave a curt nod and exited once more. And as soon as the door shut behind him, you turned to Lee, who looked smug.

“What the hell was that?” You asked, but Lee didn’t care. She just looked at you and crossed her arms.

“You’re welcome,” she said, causing your jaw to drop, but before you could argue, she held her hand up to stop you. “I don’t want to hear why you think what I did was wrong. Now, you better head to records before someone starts looking for you.”

You stood frozen with your mouth agape for another moment before finally letting out a groan and grabbing your bag from the floor.

“This isn’t over!” You shouted as you showed yourself out, and just as the door was shutting, you could hear Lee’s chuckle.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. No matter how hard you tried to focus on work, your mind was elsewhere. A thousand scenarios were running through your head. What if Ed called you and told you that he actually found a date and didn’t want you to show up? What if he didn’t call and you got to his place only to see some other woman? Your stomach rolled at the thought. Even though you were excited to finally have an unofficial date with Ed, you couldn’t help the way your heart was trying to run away from you.

By the time your shift ended, it felt like you had aged fifteen years. You had been stressing for eight hours, and the evening hadn’t even begun yet. Kristen had already left by the time you gathered your things and began to make your way to the exit. You were digging through your bag when you ran into someone. When you looked up to apologize, you saw Lee and Jim.

“Oh! I’m so glad I ran into you,” Lee said with that same sneaky smile from earlier.

The hairs on the back of your neck stuck up as you asked, “Why?”

Lee let out a sigh.

“We won’t be able to make it to dinner tonight.” She placed a hand on Jim’s back and gave a small pout. “Poor Jim here has come down with a stomach bug.”

You looked at Jim, who was avoiding your stare, and your eyes narrowed.

“He looks fine.”

Lee elbowed him in the side, and Jim slowly brought his closed fist up to his mouth before giving a cough. You furrowed your eyebrows and let out a dry laugh.

“Did you just fake cough?”

Jim shuffled his feet a bit then, in the most monotonous tone, said, “I have been instructed to get bed rest…doctor’s orders.”

Your eyes grew as you looked back at Lee.

“Is he being serious?”

Lee just gave a bashful grin and a shrug before turning to usher Jim out of the precinct.

“Hey!” You shouted after them, but they didn’t turn around, and soon you were standing alone in the bullpen.

“Son of a bitch,” you whispered through gritted teeth as you exited the building and made your way to your vehicle.

It was as if you were on autopilot as you drove home. And when you finally arrived at your apartment, you could barely focus on getting ready for the evening. Your thoughts were a whirlwind. You and Ed had never been alone together before. In fact, you never spent any time together outside of work. Here and there, you would talk on the phone, sometimes even late into the evening, but you had never been on a date. You weren’t sure what to expect, especially now that Lee and Jim wouldn’t be there as a buffer. But even though Lee had set you up and you were nervous, maybe even scared, you still drove to Ed’s apartment at seven. You hiked up the stairs until you were staring at his cold metal front door. Your hands were shaking, and you turned to look at the steps that would lead you right back to the comfort of your car. You could have easily just gone back home and blamed your absence on a headache or your nonexistent sick goldfish. But you didn’t. Instead, you raised your shaky hand and knocked on Ed’s door.

It took him a moment to get to the door, but when it slid open, and you saw him, your heart fluttered in your chest. His normally well-manicured hair was a little disheveled, only making him even more attractive. A bright smile split across his face.

“You came,” he said as he opened the door even further to allow you to enter.

You walked in and were immediately blanketed with a decadent smell emanating from the kitchen, and something that reminded you of clean linen. Your eyes shut for a minute as you took a deep breath. You only opened them again when you heard Ed shut the door and ask, “Do you know when Dr. Thompkins and Detective Gordon will be joining us?”

You let out a sigh and made a mental note to maim Lee when you saw her at work again.

“Um,” you cleared your throat and turned to face Ed,” they’re actually not coming.”

“Oh?”

With that simple sentence, you could see the anxiety seep into Ed’s demeanor.

“Yeah,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck, “Jim wasn’t feeling well.”

It was quiet between the two of you for a moment as Ed stared and processed what you said. His stare was glued to the floor, and you were starting to think this was a bad idea until he lifted his chocolate brown eyes to meet yours and gave you his award-winning smile.

“Well, I guess it’ll just be the two of us then.”

Before you could say anything in return, he hustled past you and entered the kitchen, resuming his work on setting the plates.

“Please, make yourself at home. Dinner is almost ready.”

You took in the apartment as you leisurely made your way toward the table. It was rather small, but everything about it screamed “Ed.” His decor was modern and simple, and there wasn’t one thing out of place. From the books sitting on his bookshelf to the vinyl he had stacked next to his record player, everything had its own spot.

When you finally made it to the table, Ed had just placed two perfectly crafted plates of food down. He pulled your chair out for you, and when you were seated, he took his place across from you. The food looked just as good as it smelt. You honestly weren’t expecting anything special but were pleasantly surprised when you took your first bite. Several flavors danced on your tongue, and you had to hold back a moan.

“Ed,” you said a little too breathy, “this tastes amazing. Where did you learn to cook like this?”

A pleased grin pulled at Ed’s lips, and he shrugged.

“Cooking is like a science, is it not?”

You gave a small chuckle before diving back into your plate. The rest of the meal went by in silence. You were too immersed in your food to even bother starting a conversation. But the way Ed’s foot tapped incessantly under the table did not go unnoticed. And when you both finished, Ed nearly jumped from his seat to gather all the dishes and begin cleaning. You followed him into the kitchen and grabbed a dish towel. Neither of you spoke as you worked. But you could see a slight shake in Ed’s typically steady hands as he washed the plates. You noticed how every few seconds, he pushed his glasses a little further up the bridge of his nose, despite them not needing to be adjusted. You saw how his shoulders were just slightly more tense than usual. How could you not notice? For six months, you had cataloged everything about Ed and stowed it away in your mind. You knew everything about him, even if you tried to deny it. And as badly as you wanted to convince yourself that the evening was going well, you knew that Ed had been acting different since you had arrived.

When the kitchen was cleaned, you hung the dish towel to dry and leaned against the counter opposite Ed. His eyes never met yours, but your gaze was trained on his fidgeting figure. His hair was even more tousled than before, showcasing the beginnings of a few curls. Your fingers itched to brush them back off his forehead, but you didn’t dare move. And you knew the easy thing to do would be to just grab your things and say goodnight, but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave. Instead, you took a deep breath and said, “Ed, is everything alright?”

His eyes flicked up from the floor to meet yours, and his forehead creased at your question.

“W-what do you mean?”

You threw your hands in the air and let out a small grunt.

“I mean, you’ve been acting weird all night.”

You watched as Ed swallowed as you continued.

“Usually, things aren’t so…tense between us,” you said to your shoes. Then you raised your eyes to meet his again. “Did I do something wrong?”

Ed’s face immediately softened at your question, and he closed the distance between the two of you. He took your hands in his as he shook his head.

“No, no, you didn’t do anything. It’s, uh,” he dropped his hold on you and began to pace.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he whispered more to himself than you.

You furrowed your brow at him and tried to place your hand on his arm, but he was moving too erratically for you to touch him.

“Do what?” You asked, causing him to stop in front of you.

Ed took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, focusing his stare on you.

“Miss Y/L/N.”

“Ed,” you said, “just call me Y/N.”

He shook his head and readjusted his glasses once more.

“Right. Y/N.”

He looked at you again.

“I, uh, for a long time, um, oh geez.”

You watched as his mouth opened and closed several times before he balled up his fists, pressed them to his eyes, and let out a high-pitched whine.

“Ed,” you began, taking a step closer to him, “are you o–”

Suddenly, Ed’s hands dropped, and his eyes pierced into yours.

“I hurt the most when lost, yet also when not had at all. I’m sometimes the hardest to express but the easiest to ignore.”

He took a deep breath and slowly inched toward you as he continued.

“I can be given to many or just one.”

His shaky and slender fingers traced down your arm sending shocks of electricity down your spine.

“What am I?” He asked, voice so low it was barely above a whisper.

Your mind was a muddle. There was no way you could think of an answer with his fingers brushing against yours and his heart clearly exposed. You shook your head, and Ed asked, “Do you give up?”

You gave a weak nod. Ed dropped your gaze for a brief moment before looking back at you and saying, “Love.”

Your stomach did a somersault at his answer, and your heart pounded against your chest. Ed laced his fingers together with yours.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N. I have been since the first time I met you.”

Every part of you was buzzing from his admission. You had been waiting months for him to show you any sign that he felt the same way you did. When he didn’t, you began to think your feelings were one-sided. But here he was, standing in the middle of his kitchen, holding your hand, professing his love for you. Your knees felt like they were about to give out, and all the oxygen escaped your lungs. When you didn’t say anything right away, Ed started fidgeting again. He released your hand and began tapping his glasses.

“Oh, great,” he said to the floor, “Now you’re uncomfortable, and I just ruined the only real friendship I have. Way to go, Ed. You–“

You didn’t give him a chance to finish his sentence. Instead, you took his face between your hands and slammed your lips to his. He was stiff at first, but it only took a moment before his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. His large hands gripped the fabric against your back, and you didn’t waste any time letting your hands thread through his hair. It was as if everything was moving in slow motion. The way Ed’s lips moved in sync with yours felt unhurried. The way the heat bubbling in your gut slowly seeped throughout the rest of your body felt like drinking a cup of hot cocoa after being out in a winter storm all day. It was everything you had imagined and more.

When you finally pulled back for air, you brought your eyes up to meet Ed’s and whispered, “I’m in love with you too, Ed.”

“Really?” He asked, incredulous.

You just nodded, earning a small laugh from Ed before he pressed his lips to yours again. The rest of the evening, you and Ed sat cuddled up on his couch, listening to his array of records while you made a mental note to not maim Lee but rather figure out how you could ever thank her for setting you and Ed up.

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 1 year ago

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Gotham Masterlist

Imagines + Mini Fic

Imagine being caught in a standoff alongside Edward and Oswald

Imagine bumping into Edward Nygma while working a case at Arkham Asylum

Imagine Oswald confessing a crime to you, his only friend in the GCPD

Imagine Oswald arriving in time to help you

Imagine your complicated friendship with Oswald coming in use

Imagine teaching Bruce a hard truth about the world

(Return to the Easy Navigate Masterlist)

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sweetums0kitty · 2 years ago

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I’ll Be Home For Christmas: Chapter 1: Baby It’s Cold Outside Edward Nashton X Reader

Once upon a time winter was a dreaded time of year for Edward, the cycle of the seasons; death and rebirth never more apparent than when Jack Frost’s icy fingers would slip in through the cracks of the orphanage and steal the life from one of the unfortunate urchins left to rot. But in the present blissfully curled against you in a mess of blankets and limbs the bitter chill brought on by the blankets of snow currently covering Gotham had no way to reach him now.

Sighing contentedly you snuggled yourself deeper into Eddie, turning inward more laying your cheek onto his chest. He was caught in a love-drunk haze gently tracing question marks into your back while occasionally tracing the tendons of your spine through the sleep shirt you were wearing. The night was almost perfect save for the question rattling around in your mind. The holidays were hard on him, you knew that Eddie tended to retreat into his shell this time of year. It couldn’t be exactly easy to be bombarded with images of family togetherness and warmth when that was something you had never known. Plucking up the courage you had you shut your eyes and spoke. “Eddie?” Gently you ghosted the whisper of his name. No response on his end, still giving you that dreamy-eyed look, paired with a silly little smile printed on his cubby cheeks. Reaching your hand up you lightly tapped the tip of his nose with your pointer finger, at the boop life blinked back into his deep green eyes.

Suddenly, his soft yet deceptively strong arms were rolling and lifting you gently from your place snuggled into his side to a new position. Being placed so you were laying across Edward’s long body. Once you settled comfortably where his chest was your pillow and the wonderfully plush flesh of his stomach served as a sort of cushion for the lower half of you. Legs bundled together. “Hi.” he whispers voice warm with affection as the tips of his fingers hold your chin, thumb gently grazing the bottom of your right cheek, while his other arm was thrown protectively over the middle of your back keeping you flush with his body and radiating with the heat from within the nest of blankets and the scorching intensity with which his gaze held yours. “H-hi.” was all that squeaked past the frozen features of your face. Dexterous fingers danced up the chin as his large thumb began to methodically stroke your lower lip. Instantly flushing everything that wasn’t the crushing waves of his adoration and all thoughts out of your pretty, little skull. “Eddie!” Shrill whines breaking past your lips as you flop your face into his chest. Mouth muffled by the well-worn jersey of his “There Might Be Giants Shirt.” Giggles erupt from both of you as you shyly look up from his chest. A rosy blush covers his cherubic cheeks as he speaks. “Sorry Pumpkin, but you’re just too cute!” Giggling as his fingers delve into your sides tickling you and eliciting shrieks of laughter. “Stop-“You whine adding extra o’s into the stop as you attempt to swat his wandering digits from your hips. “Can’t stop, won’t stop!” He insists pressing soft kisses into your forehead, right cheek, left, and finally your chin!

Lips almost capturing yours as you chase after him, but always pulling away at the final second. Pouting, you coo “Be serious!” As you lean up to grip his cheeks and finally press his soft and all at once slightly chapped lips to yours. Humming into the kiss as the arm at your back snakes up to tangle itself at the back of your skull lightly gripping your hair and holding you still. The other had moved to hold your cheek. Your thumbs tenderly massaging the apples of his cheeks turn the hum into a groan, but before the moment can deepen you pull away with a sharp breath. Whining at the loss of contact, it’s then Edward’s turn to attempt to chase after your lips. “Edward, honey-“ you said eyes scanning his face and tone slightly concerned. “can I ask you something?” At your question, your dorky boyfriend almost looked offended that you would even think to ask him before telling him something. You were his angel, his beloved, his soulmate! The only shining light in this infernal cesspool of a city. He would insist that you were a lighthouse in the swirling, storming seas of his mind. There was nothing you could or would do that could stop him from loving you! Before Edward could once again tell you all this you cut him off. “And I know you say that I can tell or ask you anything but this-“ trailing off and tearing your gaze from his eyes as you began to chew your lower lip out of anxiety “-would be a huge step for us! Only if you say yes!” Frantically spitting out the ending of your rambles. Anxiety began to gnaw at his mind as all the possibilities for what you would want and all the ways he could possibly ruin it for you began to plague his mind. But before the fear could congeal you spit out what had you both so worried.

“Would you want to come home with me for Christmas?” Said all in a rush, with a puff of air shoved out as if the words flying out of your mouth had burned you. To say Edward was shocked would be an understatement. Not a bad shock in the ways his mind had twisted and spewed. But the good kind- the kind that caused warmth to bloom in his chest and grow as a soft, golden heat throughout his body. “Home for Christmas…” he mused internally. Imagining waking up snuggled in your bed, in your childhood home, getting to seeing your baby pictures, and meeting your family! Truly view the people who helped foster your beautiful soul.” Sure there was a lingering sense of pain and the niggling self-loathing that floated in his brain but it was covered mainly by the fact that you wanted him to come home with you! To meet your family! Your parents! Your siblings! Everything! The warmth had turned his brain to a pile of warm, sticky mush so caught up in his lovesick musings he failed to hear you nearly panicking and taking his silence as a rejection.

As soon as you asked him, you desperately wished you could take it back. The words belly-flopped out of your mouth with all the grace a sack of Jell-O would have if it attempted a swan dive. Shame with its good friends; regret and self-loathing began to weave a tapestry in your mind of all the ways this was a terrible thing to ask. “Great job, come home with me so I can rub having a nice family and good childhood right in your face Eddie.” Bitterly the thoughts kept swirling until he looked down at you and smiled like you had hung the stars in the sky just for him and whispered.

“I would love to.”

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howl-fantasies · 2 years ago

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Hi, how Zsasz, Ed, Oswald would react if they would meet their SO's parents?

Hi dear, I hope you're doing well!

Oh my, so it's time to meet reader's parents uh? Pray for their SOUL.

Here it is:

Warning: well, it's Gotham. Probably non-healthy relationships, Victor being Victor, Ed being Ed and Oswald being Oswald. Ah, yes, English isn't my first language, sorry about it, I'm working on it!

Word count: ∼ 1.840

ZSASZ, EDWARD AND OSWALD MEETING THEIR S/O'S PARENTS

EDWARD NYGMA / THE RIDDLER 👓

-- Is he nervous? Of course he is. Well, Ed is, not Riddler, and it's exactly what makes him anxious.

-- He knows how harsh his other him can be sometimes and is silently hoping your parents love conundrums. If not...

-- He doesn't want to think about it, nor making a twisted remake of Kringle's body hide and seek. And...why is he thinking about a mechanical shark right now?!

-- Even if Ed is anxious, he is happy you trust him enough to introduce him to your parents, he lives for old-fashioned romance so it's a big step in your relationship.

-- Just before leaving your flat and go to your parent's home, he would make sure to have a serious word with Riddler in front of his mirror.

-- He would be pretty shy when they open the door but would be happy to see the smile on your mother's face when she noticed the bouquet he insisted to buy earlier.

-- He would be more at ease with her than with your father but will do his best to be polite and well behaved.

-- Ideally speaking, your parents wouldn't be Gothamites and wouldn't know about the Riddler, it would be easier for everybody.

-- If they are and know about him... They wouldn't be happy at first and probably have tried to make you leave him. Since it didn't work, they reluctantly agreed to meet him and see if, even as a villain, he truly loves you and has your best interests in mind.

-- Ed isn't idiot and already figured every worry your parents might have. He loves you. Trust him, he tried to deny it at first, tried to keep you away when he realized nothing would ever change his feelings, but finally accepted to be with you and make sure nothing happens to you. Especially from Penguin.

-- He would help to set the table, wash the dishes, make sure you have more of your favorite food/desert and would even give his to you because he feels your anxiety and wants you to smile.

-- If your parents are bold enough to question him about his criminal career and the bad things he had done, Ed (the soft part of him) would feel a bit ashamed at first and might start to close like a shell. Even if you try to help, your parents might want some explanations. Riddler would take the lead and find a way to explain why he became who he is.

-- He wouldn't ask your parents to accept it and would tell them, but he hopes they would understand how bullying, heartbreaking, lies and Gotham in general tend to make people snap. He would assure them one of his main priorities are to make sure you would never know "the snap". Your parents might appreciate his honesty and the fact he genuinely wants to protect you.

-- They would probably never be happy about your relationship with Ed, but after this diner, they know for sure that he cares about you a lot and would do everything he can to make you happy and safe.

-- So they would accept him, with the promise to freaking electrocute him to death if something happened to you because of him. He would put his right hand on his heart and gracefully bow to show he accepts their terms.

>> OSWALD COBBLEPOT / THE PENGUIN ☂

-- When you first told him about your parents wanting to meet him, he was over the moon. Your relationship was pretty serious and this new step would only bring you closer.

-- The day before the meeting, he was a mess, though. What if your parents don't like him? Do they know who he was exactly? What if they demand him to let you go and never approach you again?

-- Oh God, if it happens, would he be able to keep himself from jumping on the first glass / bottle he sees and shove it inside their throat?! He's 99% sure he wouldn't, they were your parents after all. But the 1% worries him.

-- He would make sure to learn everything about them before, what they like, don't like, the qualities they valued, their favorite color... You'll definitively end on one of his couches with him sat in front of you and asking you to pull little cards with questions about your parents for him to answer. Don't go easy on him, he's ready.

-- He's pretty confident he would be able to answer any question about you your parents might ask. Victor stalked you before Oswald and you started to date. He wouldn't miss a single thing, ask his dear wife, she will confirm!

-- Make him a chamomile with his breakfast.

-- Take a full minute to make him breathe in and out in front of the door on D. Day, he'll need it. When he's relatively calm, you two can knock.

-- Remember Oswald's behavior with his mother? The mommy-boy attitude, you have it. He would be super-well behaved, worked on his best innocent smile, makes sure to point out how your mother outfit is beautiful and fit her so well, same for your father, offers a bouquet with a full explanation of what it means in the flower language if your parents don't know about it. *Teacher's pet full mode activated.*

-- Would eat anything even if he usually is super-picky and a true pain in the ass with Olga if his vegetables aren't correctly caramelized on the right side. - Make sure to repeat it to her, she'll make him pay his bratty attitude with her. Or threaten Oswald to tell her when he's throwing a tantrum for nothing, he'll stop immediately. Or if you're not that cruel, repeat it to Victor, he'll know what to do with this piece of information. -

-- Will help your mother / father to wash dishes and tell you to sit and relax, he's on a seduction mission, don't compromise it.

-- Oswald would be delighted to talk with them about his legal businesses: his mayor campaign, the Iceberg Lounge, his friendly *nope* relationship with the, he was sure, future commissioner Jim Gordon... Everything but his criminal career.

-- If your parents know about this part of his job and question him about it, he will panic and try to change the subject or minimize his criminal role in Gotham. If they insist, he'll feel a new tantrum bubble inside of his throat, you'll have to keep him calm and try to answer yourself, silently hinting your parents to drop it.

-- Same as Ed, your parents would never really accept that their child is in a romantic relationship with one of the most dangerous criminal in town. So you'll have to convince them you're an adult and ask them to respect your choice.

-- Whatever their reaction would be, Oswald would be by your side and comfort you. And if your relationship is accepted, he'll make sure to be the best son-in-law and spoil your parents rotten during Christmas, Birthdays, and on Tuesdays, because: "Why not?" As he lost both of his parents, he really wants to feel like true family with you and them. Give him a hug, tea and a cookie, for his genuine want.

VICTOR ZSASZ / THE HOMICIDAL MANIAC AND SADIST 🔪

-- Ahem... Are your sure about your decision? I mean, Victor is well... Victor. He *hopefully* won't cut your parents for the thrill of it *are you sure?*. And would probably act on his best Falcone behavior, he isn't a savage, when he wants to. But... He would definitively be honest with his hitman activity with them. Maybe too honest. And probably too graphic too because he enjoys the awkwardness too much.

-- Still sure? Ok fine. Please make sure to fasten your security belt. Here we go.

-- "Huh?" <- Basically this reaction when you mentioned the "my parents want to meet you" thing. You know, with the stupid face which comes with it, with the raised brow and everything. Now he's contemplating if you're losing it.

-- Might help to remind him you've already met his Bubby, so it would only be fair he meets your parents too. "O-k?" <- congrats he'll do it.

-- Make sure to brief him before about the what you CAN say and absolutely NOT say concerning his beautiful job. Sobriety is the key. Because you KNOW he would never pretend he's an NGO worker, or only to make a joke. *He'll do it, be sure of it, he'll also put his "Oh! Cool pins!" Face when telling this obvious lie to your parents.*

-- Ok, jokes and trolling aside, he'll execute the job perfectly. I mean, he worked for Falcone many years and know how to be polite and sweet. He loves you and acknowledged your efforts to make your relationship works. Damn, you even met his Bubby and studied Jewish culture for weeks to be sure to not do something that might offend her. He's many things but he's not a total douche. Not with you, at least.

-- He took the time to stalk your parents to know everything about them, their habits. Like Oswald, he knows every little thing about you so he's pretty confident he will have a perfect score if your parents decided to quiz him to make sure he's attentive. Hey, he does good work.

-- He'll kiss your mother's hand like the gentleman he was during Carmine's charity events. He would be pretty easy to talk to *Yes, tell him he's coming here TO TALK before entering your childhood house.* And a very good listener. Just in case he missed something about you. He doubted it, but you're never too sure you know?

-- Will also help with setting the table and washing the dishes, his Bubby and family raised him well.

-- If your parents ask about his job *They aren't stupid, your man screams BAD GUY when you look at him*, he would be transparent. He worked for Don Carmine Falcone himself - and is pretty proud of it - as his best hitman. He now works for Oswald Cobblepot, a funny little thing but who has a very interesting "Don" potential. Not as classy and old-fashioned Italian-mob-boss as Don Falcone, but in his own style. Which was ok for him.

-- He will make an effort, though, and don't mention his like for torturing people who wronged his Dons. Write him a thank you letter later. Your parents too.

-- But he will also tell your parents he loves you. He knows his love for you isn't really a good news for any parents, but he is literally ready to take the full charger of a machine-gun in his body if it means protecting you. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to empty mine on anyone having this idea before they even reach the trigger."

-- Your parents wouldn't be too happy to hear that, but... well... It's your life and choices. And even if they never saw Zsasz in action, his vibes are enough to tell them that if he wants to kill someone threatening you, well...they'd be dead. Which is probably a good thing. Right?

A/N - I hope you liked it dear. Have a beautiful day/night and take care! 💐

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undiscovered-horizon · 2 years ago

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I love your writing so much! I wanted to request something with Eddie, something like the reader being a waitress in the dinner, and when she's nice with him he gets so curious about her, at the point to stalk her social media. The rest is all yours!

Tysm, have a nice day/night :)

Made your request into headcanons, hope you don't mind!🌺

🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀 || Batman-inspired playlist

Eddie stalking your social media ~ headcanons

[TW: stalking]

You're working at the diner just to pay off bills while you're finishing your degree

Probably not a dream occupation but it's better than being homeless, hungry and cold, you know?

Diners have that vintage 50s feel to them, so you were given an appropriate uniform

The other thing is that your manager wants you to go a step further and address clients as 'sweetie' or 'honey' to keep up the vintage spirit

Creepy but you have bills to pay so...

Anyway! Because by day you're a student, your waitress alter ego comes to play at night

There are fewer tips, unfortunately, but also less is going on in general (so no swollen, aching feet after running between tables for 5 hours straight)

Eddie just wanted to get some fresh air, clear his head

He sees you sitting by the counter, bored out of your mind, reading through the newspaper with a pencil tucked behind your ear

That was the moment he considered bailing for two reasons: 1) you look so pretty his mind is shutting down and 2) the pretty girls were always the meanest to him

But the diner is the closest and cheapest place, so he has to be brave for a moment

You hear the doorbell ring and you frantically get back on your feet and straighten out your uniform

Eddie is completely embarrassed and anxious when your whole attention is on him

He quietly sits at the counter and you ask him the usual cringy 'What can I get you, sweetie?' with a smile on your face

He's just lost

Stuttering, he gives you his order and you tell him it'll be right out, then forward it to the kitchen

Nothing out of the ordinary

While you're waiting, you ask him if he wants to read the newspaper but he's not interested

You serve him the food, give him a 'enjoy your meal' and just hang around, knowing that you have to be professional even if there is only one, disinterested guy at the diner

He pays for his food, leaves you a small tip and is gone about as unnoticeably as he arrived and you carry on with your shift

But for Eddie that night had only begun:

In the diner forgotten by Gotham itself, he found a waitress equally beautiful inside and out

(can't stop thinking about your smile and the way you called him 'sweetie')

There's something bizarre (good bizarre) about you and he needs to know what exactly. You make him feel funny and because he can't name that emotion/sensation, Eddie is frustrated

He knew your name thanks to the tag and knew what school you're attending (you know those freebie pencils with logos they sometimes give out?)

And, obviously, knew what you looked like

He basically broke into the registry of the university and scrolled through every person that had the same name as you did and he finally found you

Now he knew all the basic info he needed: date and place of birth, the programme you're enrolled into, year of study, full name, etc.

Goes through major social media platforms, relentlessly finding your accounts even if they're made private and have no identifying info

Makes a whole dossier on your friends, family, people you follow, and content you watch most often

Spirals into obsession within 24 hours if not less

You know how people in movies pin pictures to corkboards and tie a red string between connected people/events? Eddie does that, except it's covering every wall in his apartment

Every picture of you that was ever posted, doesn't matter when or where, he has them all printed out. They're probably hanging above his bed or above his desk, so he stares at them most of the time while he's home

Through very illegal and unethical means he gets a hold of your conversations on various platforms, reading every message you had ever sent out or received

He just wanted to get to know you better, right?

Well, Eddie already knows so much he could pose as your friend, relative or even better - boyfriend

Having said that, he'd definitely photoshop himself into one of your Instagram pictures

If there's a piece of information he cannot find, he phishes someone close to you

Eddie makes a backdoor for each of your accounts just to check up on you

If there's someone you have an open disagreement with, he would doxx them but not before making up a wild and very incriminating story about them. Also fabricates irrefutable evidence

Doesn't matter if your taste in music is in any way similar, whatever you're currently listening to, he's listening to it too

He finds himself re-reading your social media posts whenever he's not planning his next hit

Eddie's invested in your life, although you don't even know his name

Oh you mentioned a certain brand/product on your social media? Eddie needs to get it

Whenever you post anything hinting at you feeling anything other than happy, he's upset and frantically goes through your texts and emails again to find out the reason

He has to fix that issue

So when you see him next time, don't be surprised when the quiet stranger seems to have so much in common with you. A little too much, perhaps.

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cinebration · 2 years ago

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Wolf Among Sheeple (Riddler x Reader, Edward Nygma x Reader) [Request]

I see! Okay well- there is absolutely no Batman Forever!Riddler content out there and I really, really need it, so I'd like: Reader is a former coworker of Edward's, the only one who would be interested in his ideas, they had chemistry but he was too meek; she now runs into him as the Riddler, mad chemistry still, making out ensues- can lead to lovemaking but ONLY if you want to.. ////—Requested by anon

This one also got buried, and I sincerely apologize for only now getting to it.

Warnings: gunshots, blood

Gif Source: henry-cavill

This was the last time you were letting yourself get strong-armed into a fundraiser gala. Surrounding by a crowd of well-dressed faux do-gooders, you were more than out of your element, more than a fish out of water. The urge to flee grappled with the urge to launch yourself onto that garish podium, snatch the microphone out of the pitchy singer, and level your best insults at the sheeple gathered beneath the sweeping arches of the ballroom’s ceiling.

You endured another inane conversation between your boss and some loaded bastard who couldn’t tell the difference between a neutron and an electron, much less the fact that a brown suit and burgundy tie didn’t go together.

Just as you were about to open your mouth and say as much, chaos exploded on the far end of the room. Shouts of surprise and startled screams swelled to fill the space as smoke rolled across the ballroom floor.

“Fire!” someone screamed.

You scrutinized the flow of the grayish-white cloud as everyone around you panicked. “Smoke doesn’t behave like that,” you muttered to yourself.

You concluded it was dry-ice fog just as a figure swept through it, revealing themselves in a shockingly bright green suit peppered with question marks of a darker shade. A half-crazed laugh preceded it, echoing around the large space over the cries of terror.

Your head snapping up, you fixed your attention on the figure. Behind the laugh was something you recognized, though you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“Did someone say fire!?” The figure swept off his green bowler hat, revealing hair a shocking shade of orange. “Somebody call the fire department! I’m smoking!”

You snorted, the only sound of amusement from the crowd as armed men spilled out from behind the figure, brandishing their machine guns in the faces of the nearest fundraiser patrons. To your amusement, the loaded bastard from moments before nearly swallowed the barrel of one. To your delight, the man pissed himself.

Laughing to himself again, the man pranced around the room, waving a heavy cane with dangerous intent. You tracked his movements, didn’t even bother to conceal the wicked smile pulling at your lips.

“This is a robbery and a kidnapping and a hostage situation, folks!” The man leapt onto the stage, hip-checking the lousy singer aside, and put his lips on the microphone. “I suggest more screaming and running. That’ll help us decide whom is what.”

A scrawny man sweating rivulets down his face and neck spun on his heel to your left and sprinted toward the doors half-hidden by heavy draperies.

BANG!

The man hit the floor, blood spraying from the new hole in his chest.

“Congratulations!” The green-suited man clapped his hands together. “We have our first dead hostage! Who wants to join him?”

Shrills screams filled the space.

“The sound of success. Oh, I do so love to hear it.”

The intruder’s men began roughly corralling the crowd, brandishing their guns and using their fists, elbows, and feet with impunity. You plotted a route through the press of bodies, circumventing the attackers while nearing the stage. When you were close enough to touch the stage’s skirt, you called up, pitching your voice just enough to be heard above the pandemonium at that range, “Edward!?”

He jerked his attention toward you, eyebrows scrunching over the thin green domino mask over his eyes. He gasped, jaw dropping. Overcome with surprise, he could only gesture at you wildly, your name stuttering over his teeth.

You laughed, drawing the attention of everyone else in the room. “I can’t believe it!”

Edward dropped down from the stage, landing in front of you with a flourish of his cane and hat. Another laugh ripped from your lips as he tore the mask from his face, white teeth gleaming in his wide smile.

“My God,” he drawled, sweeping his eyes over you and your dress. “Please tell me you haven’t sold out to these sheep.”

“God no,” you answered, disgust coloring your voice. “You spoiled my fun, actually. I was about to let them see a wolf.”

His smile widened further, a keen glint in his eye sending a thrill through you. “A wolf, you say?” He suddenly stepped into your space, one hand grabbing you by the hip to draw you flush against him. Peering into your face, he purred, “My, what large teeth you have!”

A low chuckle rumbled in both your throats. You ran the tip of your tongue over your teeth, the movement slow. Edward’s eyes followed the action with a hunger that made you buzzy. It had been so many years since the old excitement had coursed through your veins.

You leaned forward, your lips ghosting over his. “All the better to bite you with.”

A sharp wolf whistle threatened to burst your eardrums, but all you felt was desire as Edward crashed his lips to yours, devouring you. His cane pressed into your back as he pressed you tight against himself, the lack of space between somehow still not enough. Sparks danced down your spine, fire burning at all your nerve endings, bolts of electricity darting through you.

You pulled apart with an obscene, wet sound that made you flush with arousal.

“You should’ve done that years ago.”

He grinned, one hand reaching down to palm your ass. “Edward was too much of a chicken shit to do anything about it then.”

You arched an eyebrow at him. “Who are you if not Edward?”

“The Riddler, baby,” he declared, throwing back his head and rolling the r for effect. “I’ve got a riddle for you.”

“Lay it on me.”

“God, I love a lady who isn’t afraid to play.” Clearing his throat, he projected his voice for everyone in the room to hear. “What animals prance in human skin but share not one brain cell between them?”

You glanced over your shoulder at the crowd, a wicked smile pulling at your lips. “Sheeple.”

“Bingo to the smoking hottie!”

Riddler spun you around so that your back pressed against his chest, leaned down to whisper in your ear as you both stared at the crowd. “Who should we start with first?”

You scanned the horrified faces, then pointed with your chin.

Your boss squealed.

Your laughter soared with Riddler’s to the roof.

#Riddler x Reader #Riddler #Riddler imagine #Edward Nygma x Reader #Edward Nygma #Edward Nygma Imagine #Jim Carrey x Reader #Jim Carrey #Jim Carrey imagine #Batman Forever #requests

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bluestar019 · 1 year ago

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HELLO EVERYBODY, TODAY I HAVE A EDWARD NYGMA ONESHOT IDEA FOR YALL...

What if reader gets infected with the Alice Tetch Virus and Ed finds out? It would take place on s3. And like, Ed is trying to snap us out of it, trying buy time for The GCPD to make the cure and give it to reader.

#edward nygma x reader #edward nygma gotham #gotham #edward nygma imagine #edward nygma #gotham edward nygma x reader

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avamedera · 1 year ago

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Edward: I'm hot, I’m tall, I'm gay, and I'm on my theatre kid arc

#edward nygma #gotham tv #edward nygma imagine #Incorrect quotes

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angelofthenight · 10 months ago

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Ed: We should mate.

You: I'm sorry?

Ed: Uh, I mean date, we should go on a date sometime.

#source: dodgeball #gotham incorrect quotes #incorrect gotham quotes #incorrect quotes #reader insert #gotham imagine #gotham x reader #gotham #the riddler #edward nygma x reader #edward nygma imagine #edward nygma #the riddler x reader

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savanir · 5 months ago

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DP x DC prompt [3]

during one of the final psych evals at Arkham right before he gets to be released, the whole thing wrapped up so tidy, just a little relapse which involved a robbery. Getting sent back to Arkham, but he got to stay at the asylum so long that he no longer has to serve a prison sentence, score!

But during that eval his overseeing psychiatrist recommended him to have a change of scenery, some fresh non polluted air.

Riddler was rather convinced the guy was making this recommendation to everyone in Arkham in their own weird way to convince them to just leave Gotham and become someone else's problem. should he notify Batman about it somehow? nah, it’ll be more interesting to see how this is gonna turn out in the long run.

But can he leave the state? Can he even leave the city? he never really bothered to look into it, at least not legally, up until now if he felt he needed to leave for one of his plans he just did it.

Turns out he can, it’s a whole hassle and a half though, first a judge and then a probation officer and he’s pretty sure both were like “what the hell is this psychiatrist guy thinking!?” but at the same time, shrink probably knows what he’s doing (WRONG) so he’s allowed to go visit out of state family or whatever.

he had to wear this nice ankle monitor though, Wayne Enterprises™ tech, not overly bulky but still very present. real fancy, and a fun extra challenge heh.

now as for a good reason to leave New Jersey he’s going to need distant relatives, and he finds some, great grandpa walker also has a son, who had a son who had a daughter Madeline, who married some guy Jack Fenton, and she lives somewhere out in the boonies Illinois. great he’ll visit her.

far enough away in all sense of the word that there is no way she knows anything about him. it would be best to call her first though, be polite about it.

“hello, you have reached Fenton works, this is Maddie speaking”

“Riddle me this-” ah whoops, habit, oh whatever, “we don’t share parents, but certainly a part of your life, from laughter to strife. Who am I?”

there is a pause … he’s going to be a bit disappointed if she hangs up if he’s honest.

“cousins~” comes the cheery reply.

“correct! the name is Edward Nygma, we are distantly related you and I and well-”

“oh you simply must come visit!”

well this was rather easy, perhaps a little too easy, but she lives in the midwest so maybe just going with whatever some guy says over the phone is normal there? stranger danger not really a thing in a small town where everyone knows everyone?

things start to make a little more sense once he gets there and he’s starting to think some things might run in the family. like a preference for the colour green and weird hyperfixations and genius bordering on insanity. Though that remains to be seen, Jack does not seem like a very bright light after his very enthusiastic welcome.

their kids however are observant and sharp. young Jasmine is wasting no time trying to psychoanalyze him. and the boy, Danny, he had not really meant to and he swears he’s sticking with calling the kid Danny so he wouldn’t seem overly familiar, but he might have called him little bird a couple times now.

but that’s all whatever, he’s playing nice here. and he doesn’t even have to worry about his eccentricities tripping him up because this place is insane.

There actually is a local teen vigilante active but he seems about as loved as he’s disliked. and the ghost boy’s enemies are basically all his own kind, which another crazy thing to now know about. ghost. they are real actually, how is Gotham not completely overrun? and how do they even work? and where do they keep coming from?

Edward might be getting a little sidetracked here. He had fully intended to sneakily get his next big game plan underway all the way out here, ankle monitor be damned. but he hasn’t made any progress at all.

Instead he’s been listening to Madeline and Jack to maybe figure out what the deal is with these ectoplasmic entities, he has to know, at this point he might go crazier if he doesn’t.

He’s making Jasmine promise him not to get her doctorate in Gotham, he’s going back and forth with space riddles with Danny.

so yeah the whole thing kinda just became a vacation, maybe the psychiatrist had the right idea after all? hmm nah, probably not. but this is fun. He’s thinking about recommending this place to some of the others.

It's different enough to get the vacation feel, but enough crazy shit happens to make it all feel like home.

it is not until Maddie wants to talk with him about potentially switching the position of godfather of Danny to him rather than some weird rich friend of theirs that Edward realizes he might have lost the plot somewhere

Apparently the little bird basically begged them with a powerpoint presentation on how he likes Edward so much more than that Vladimir guy.

And honestly, the fellow sounds like a Dracula Lutho so even if it’s kinda sad Edward can understand why he’d be considered a better option. Even if the guy has more money and a huge company that makes him said money. And it’s not like the Fentons know about his Riddler activities.

Thinking it over, Edward does think that Danny would like Gotham and Wayne has that space program thing right? The kid is definitely smart enough for that (Nygma certified), and yeah Edward does quite like their space themed back and forth. So, fuck it, why not, what is the worst that could happen?

He doubts Maddie and Jack are gonna kick it any time soon anyway out here in the boonies, it’s just a title thing, a stamp of approval or something.

he should have known he was going to eat those words later… he had this whole beautifully elaborate trap set up for the whole Batclan, and he was just getting to the good part when his phone went off.

Had to put the whole thing on pause cause that particular contact wasn’t gonna get ignored. He did promise to be available.

If the whole thing he had planned now went tits up he could at the very least laugh later at the reactions of the bats as he told them to “hold up one second, I have to take this.” while they were all in various perilous positions.

Sadly he did have to go, he had a very distressed godson to pick up.

#dc x dp #danny phantom #dcxdp #dpxdc #danny fenton #The Riddler #jasmine fenton #madeline fenton #jack fenton #edward nygma #Story idea #it took me annoyingly long to figure out how to add a read more line btw #I was going to add some other things as well but I didn't want it to get super long #I imagine Vlad was absolutely furious about losing his godfather status #but our boy Eddie just runs circles around him and humiliates him every step of the way #there is only one vampire themed guy that can put the Riddler in his place and you ain't it chief #also I was planning on adding a thing where Edward ends up in the ghost zone somehow #which makes his ankle monitor go off #notifying the bats #because he either somehow managed to destroy the thing in an instant without making any of the build in warnings go off #or he's no longer on the planet

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thequeenofuselessinformation · 1 year ago

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I'm alive but only ironically.

Twt op cr: @FranziaMom

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penmansparadise · 2 years ago

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Hello everyone. It’s been a while, no? I wanted to post a little message for you all. First of all, I’d like to thank you all for the kind messages you sent when I had to make my sudden departure. They were all very much appreciated. Secondly, I’d like to announce that I am trying to ease back into writing. I know it’s been a long time, so I’m a bit rusty. I don’t think I’ll be posting anything new regarding the Stranger Things characters, which I know is unfortunate for most. However, I have been thinking of creating some new imagines or one shots, whatever you want to call them, for the show Gotham. It would be my first time dabbling in the DC world, so I’m a bit hesitant. I also want to make sure I’m posting content you all want to read, so it’s still up in the air. But while I sit here and waffle back and forth, please let me know if you’d be interested in reading stuff from that show. You can comment on this post, send me a pm, or hop into my asks. I’m not picky lol. I thank you all for supporting me even while I was away. Your kindness has not gone unnoticed. Hopefully I’ll be posting some new stuff soon. Much love xx.

#gotham #gotham imagine #gotham imagines #gotham fanfic #gotham fanfiction #edward nygma imagine #edward nygma x you #edward nygma x reader #oswald cobblepot imagine #oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot x you #jerome valeska imagine #jerome valeska x reader #jerome valeska x you

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urdreamydoodles · 28 days ago

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Batman Villains x Fem!Reader

You are a criminal hiding under the role of a psychiatrist in Arkham

You introduces yourself as a new psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum, but beneath your professional facade, you're also a criminal with your own agenda. During your sessions with Gotham’s notorious villains, you forms twisted, romantic relationships with them.

Characters: Joker, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Bane, Scarecrow, The Riddler, Two-Face & The Penguin

Joker

- You introduced yourself as the new psychiatrist in Arkham, armed with degrees and a mask of professionalism, hiding your true nature beneath the surface. Your sessions with the Joker began with cautious probing, dancing around his mind like any other doctor would. But the moment his cold, dark eyes met yours, you both knew it was a game—one neither of you intended to lose.

- His smile, wide and unhinged, widened further each session as he slowly unraveled your façade. You found yourself intrigued by him in ways you weren’t supposed to be. The chaos he offered was intoxicating, his unpredictable mind a puzzle you craved to solve. And while you knew the risks, you couldn’t help but draw closer to his madness. In your second session, his laughter became personal, no longer mocking Arkham's walls but meant for you.

- Joker had a way of pulling you in, teasing out the criminal lurking beneath your skin. You weren’t just a doctor—you were a kindred spirit, someone who understood his twisted view of the world. He could see it in the glint of your eyes when you spoke to him about Gotham’s hypocrisy, about the system’s flaws. And one day, as you were closing your notebook, his voice cut through the air: "You’re not one of them, doc. You’re like me."

- Your heart raced, but you played it cool, chuckling softly as if you weren’t shaken to the core. From then on, your sessions turned into something more intimate. Conversations turned into whispered secrets, truths about your past crimes, the people you manipulated to rise in the criminal underworld. Joker reveled in it, seeing the darkness he knew you were hiding. He began to speak about you in ways that made your pulse quicken, about how you could rule Gotham together, throw the city into disarray with your combined intellect and chaos.

- The tipping point came when, during a particularly charged session, he reached across the table, his gloved fingers brushing yours. There was a promise in that touch, something raw and dangerous. The lines between doctor and patient blurred completely when he pressed his lips against yours, leaving a smear of red lipstick on your mouth. You didn’t pull away—you couldn’t. Instead, you let him pull you into his world of madness, where logic twisted into a wicked kind of love.

- After that day, it wasn’t just therapy anymore. You became his accomplice, helping him from the inside, pulling strings behind Arkham’s walls. And when he finally escaped, you were right there beside him, both of you laughing at the chaos you would unleash. You weren’t just the Joker’s psychiatrist—you were his queen of madness, his partner in crime, and Gotham was yours to play with.

Harley Quinn

- When you walked into Arkham as the new psychiatrist, you were immediately drawn to her. Harley Quinn, the infamous former doctor turned criminal, sat across from you, her playful smirk never faltering. But you knew better than to take her lightly. Behind her giggles and flirtations was a woman who had once been where you were, a professional undone by obsession. Little did Harley know, you had the same spark of madness within you, hidden under the guise of professionalism.

- Your sessions with Harley were like a dance, a back-and-forth of wit and insight. She would tease you about your job, mock the way you spoke in clinical terms, but you both knew she was testing you. You always answered with a smirk of your own, showing her that you weren’t as buttoned-up as you seemed. You weren’t just here to analyze her—you were here to connect, to peel back the layers of her mind because you saw yourself in her.

- One day, during a session, she leaned in close, her eyes flickering with interest. "You know, doc, you remind me of someone." Her voice was low, almost conspiratorial, and you knew she meant herself. You chuckled, leaning back in your chair. "I’ve heard that before." She narrowed her eyes, suddenly serious. "You ain’t like the others." And she was right. You weren’t.

- You started to let bits of your real self slip through, sharing small pieces of your criminal side with her. You knew she would understand, maybe even admire it. Harley watched you carefully as you spoke about the schemes you had been part of, the power you wielded under the radar. She loved it. And before long, your sessions were less about her and more about the connection between the two of you.

- The day she kissed you was a blur of impulsive passion. After a particularly heated exchange, Harley had grabbed your tie, yanking you toward her, your lips crashing together. There was no hesitation on your part, only a thrilling sense of liberation. You were no longer pretending to be the psychiatrist, and Harley wasn’t just your patient. You were equals, two criminals playing a dangerous game of love and power.

- From that moment on, you were inseparable. You used your position to smuggle things in for her, weapons and plans for her next big heist. Harley, in return, made you feel alive in a way no one else ever could. She saw your darkness and embraced it, encouraging you to step deeper into the life you had been hiding. You became her partner in crime, but unlike the Joker, you weren’t controlling her. You were both free in each other’s chaos, equals in madness.

- The day you helped her escape Arkham was the beginning of something wild. Together, you wreaked havoc on Gotham, her unpredictable energy and your calculated cunning making you an unstoppable duo. You were Harley’s new obsession, but it wasn’t one-sided. She was yours too. You weren’t just another doctor who fell for the wrong patient—you were a criminal mastermind who found the perfect match in Harley Quinn.

Poison Ivy

- You introduced yourself to Arkham as just another psychiatrist, another cog in the system. But from the moment you sat down across from her, the infamous Poison Ivy, you knew you were dealing with someone who could see through your façade. Her green eyes were sharp, watching you with a knowing look as you asked your initial questions. You were careful, though. You knew better than to underestimate a woman like her.

- Each session was a test, a game of wits between the two of you. Ivy wasn’t like the others—you couldn’t simply manipulate her or play into her weaknesses. She was strong, both mentally and physically, her connection to nature giving her a kind of power you admired. And she could sense something off about you, something that didn’t fit with the usual Arkham doctor. You were good at hiding it, but not good enough. "You’re not just a shrink, are you?" she asked one day, a sly smile playing at her lips.

- You leaned back, meeting her gaze evenly. "And you’re not just a criminal." It was an admission, a silent agreement that you were both more than you appeared. Ivy’s curiosity grew from that moment, and so did yours. She wasn’t just another patient to you—she was a woman who had taken control of her life, her body, and the world around her. You respected her, even admired her strength, something you had always craved for yourself.

- Slowly, your conversations turned into something more intimate. You shared pieces of your own life with her, your involvement in the criminal underworld, your ability to manipulate others without them ever realizing it. Ivy listened carefully, her expression neutral, but you could tell she was interested. She liked the idea of someone who wasn’t afraid to challenge the system from the inside, someone who understood the game she was playing.

- One day, she leaned in close, her fingers brushing against your wrist, sending a strange, almost electric pulse through your skin. "You’re beautiful," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. You felt your heart skip a beat, but you didn’t pull away. You were drawn to her, to the danger, to the idea of losing yourself in her world. It wasn’t long before your professional boundaries crumbled, and you found yourself kissing her, tasting the sweet poison of her lips. It was intoxicating, like nothing you’d ever experienced before.

- From that moment on, your relationship was no longer confined to Arkham. You helped her in secret, bringing her the resources she needed, aiding her in her environmental crusades. Ivy saw the criminal in you and nurtured it, just like one of her plants. She didn’t want to control you—she wanted to empower you, and you let her. Together, you became a force to be reckoned with, a dangerous duo that Gotham wouldn’t soon forget. Poison Ivy had claimed you, body and soul, and you loved every minute of it.

Bane

- Your arrival in Arkham as the new psychiatrist was unremarkable to most, but when you were assigned to Bane, things took a darker turn. His reputation was terrifying, the man who broke the Bat, a living embodiment of strength and intelligence. But you weren’t afraid. You were drawn to him, to the power he represented, both physical and mental. You had always craved control, and Bane was the perfect subject—someone you could manipulate, or so you thought.

- Your sessions with Bane began like any other, with you trying to delve into his psyche, trying to understand the mind behind the monster. But he was different from the others. Bane wasn’t just brute strength—he was calculating, strategic, and he quickly saw through your act. He didn’t say it right away, but you could feel his eyes on you, watching, waiting for you to slip up.

- It didn’t take long for him to speak up. "You’re not here to fix me," he said one day, his voice deep and commanding. You froze, knowing you couldn’t hide from him anymore. "No," you admitted, a smirk tugging at your lips. "I’m not." You weren’t just a psychiatrist—you were a criminal, someone who had risen through Gotham’s underworld, and you wanted to understand the man who had brought the city to its knees.

- Bane respected honesty, and from that moment, your dynamic shifted. He didn’t see you as a doctor anymore—he saw you as an equal, someone with the same hunger for power that he had. You were fascinated by his mind, by the way he strategized and planned every move. He was a genius, far beyond what most people gave him credit for, and you couldn’t help but admire him.

- The tension between you grew with each session. Bane was controlled, disciplined, but you could see the way his eyes lingered on you, the way his voice softened when he spoke to you. It was subtle, but it was there. You were drawn to his strength, to the raw power he exuded, and you knew he felt the same. One day, after a particularly intense session, you found yourself standing too close to him, the air thick with unspoken desire. His hand, large and calloused, reached out to gently touch your cheek, his eyes dark with intent.

- "You are more than they realize," he murmured, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. You closed the distance between you, pressing your lips to his in a heated, dangerous kiss. There was no softness in it—only raw passion and the unspoken understanding that you were both forces of nature, bound by a mutual respect and hunger for power.

- From that day on, you were no longer his psychiatrist. You were his partner, his equal in every sense of the word. Bane trusted you in ways he trusted no one else, and you used that trust to help him plot his next move against Gotham. You were the brains behind his brawn, working together to bring the city to its knees once again. You loved him, not just for his strength but for his mind, for the way he saw the world and molded it to his will. Together, you were unstoppable, a force that no one could stand against. And you reveled in the chaos you would unleash.

Scarecrow

- When you first introduced yourself as the new psychiatrist at Arkham, you were already aware of Jonathan Crane's reputation. The master of fear, the Scarecrow, was infamous for his obsession with the mind's darkest corners. But what intrigued you wasn’t just his fixation on fear—it was the brilliance behind it, the cold, calculating intellect that twisted psychology into something deadly. You weren’t there to cure him, though. Beneath your polished exterior, you had your own darkness, your own secrets, and a hunger to learn from someone like him.

- From the first session, there was a tension in the air. Crane wasn’t like the other patients who tried to charm or manipulate you—he studied you, analyzing every word, every gesture. His voice was calm, his demeanor almost detached, but you could see the wheels turning in his mind. He knew you weren’t like the other doctors. "You’re curious," he remarked, his eyes narrowing slightly. "But not about my recovery."

- You smirked, leaning back in your chair. "No, Dr. Crane. I’m curious about your work." That was the moment he saw you for what you were—a kindred spirit, someone who wasn’t afraid of fear but fascinated by it. Your sessions became less about psychology and more about power. Crane saw potential in you, and you in him. You started talking about fear on a deeper level, about how it controlled people, how it could be harnessed and used.

- As the weeks passed, you found yourself drawn to his mind, the way he saw fear not as a weakness but as a tool. You began to share your own experiences, the times you had manipulated fear in others to get what you wanted. Crane listened, his interest piqued, and for the first time, he opened up about his own experiments, the thrill he felt when watching his victims crumble under his toxin’s effects.

- One evening, after a particularly intense session, you found yourselves standing close, too close for a professional boundary. His hand brushed against yours, sending a jolt through you. His eyes, dark and penetrating, locked onto yours. "You don’t fear me, do you?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. You shook your head, smiling. "I admire you." That was all it took. In an instant, his lips were on yours, the kiss filled with an electric tension that had been building for weeks.

- From that moment on, your relationship was no longer patient and doctor. You became his confidante, his partner in exploring the darkest aspects of the human psyche. He showed you things no one else knew about—his latest fear toxin formulas, his plans for Arkham and Gotham. You helped him, using your position to cover his tracks, to gather resources, and to watch as he slowly gained more control over the asylum.

- But it wasn’t just about fear anymore. It was about power, control, and a twisted form of love that grew between the two of you. Jonathan Crane wasn’t just your patient—he was your equal, your partner in crime, and the two of you reveled in the chaos you could create together. The city would learn to fear you both, and you’d savor every moment of it.

The Riddler

- Arkham had seen many doctors come and go, but when you introduced yourself to Edward Nygma, better known as the Riddler, he immediately knew you were different. You weren’t just another psychiatrist trying to “fix” him. No, there was something in your eyes, something calculating. You enjoyed puzzles, mysteries, and games of wit—just like he did. You weren’t there to cure him. You were there to challenge him.

- Your first session was more of a mental sparring match than a therapy session. Nygma tested you with riddles, trying to throw you off balance, to make you stumble. But you never missed a beat. Every time he threw a challenge your way, you met it with ease, answering his riddles with a smirk. "Impressive," he said, leaning back in his chair. "But you’re hiding something, aren’t you, doctor?"

- You tilted your head, feigning innocence, but you both knew he was right. Edward Nygma thrived on solving puzzles, and you were a puzzle he wanted to crack. But what he didn’t realize was that you were just as much a player in this game as he was. As the sessions progressed, you began to drop hints, letting him see glimpses of the criminal mind beneath your professional exterior. It fascinated him, the idea that you weren’t just there to help, but that you had your own agenda.

- One day, during a particularly charged conversation about Gotham’s elite and their weaknesses, Nygma leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You’re like me, aren’t you? You see the world for what it is—a game. And we’re the ones smart enough to win." You didn’t deny it. Instead, you smiled, leaning closer. "Maybe I am."

- That was the turning point. From then on, your sessions were no longer about his rehabilitation—they were about planning. You shared your own insights into Gotham’s corruption, its flaws, its riddles. Nygma loved it. You became partners, planning your own schemes from inside Arkham’s walls. You used your position to feed him information, to help him plot his escape and his next big move.

- The chemistry between you grew with every session, the tension crackling between the two of you like static. It all came to a head one night when, after hours of trading riddles and plotting, Edward stood and crossed the room, pulling you close. "I always did enjoy a good mystery," he whispered before his lips met yours in a fierce, possessive kiss.

- After that, you were inseparable. You weren’t just partners in crime—you were lovers, bound by a shared intellect and a thirst for control. Nygma trusted you in a way he trusted no one else, and you used that trust to help him execute his plans, bending Gotham to your will. Together, you were unstoppable, a pair of masterminds who thrived on chaos and complexity. The city was your playground, and every riddle, every challenge, only brought you closer.

Two-Face

- When you walked into the room for your first session with Harvey Dent, you knew you weren’t meeting the famed district attorney Gotham once adored. No, you were staring at a man who had been broken by fate, his face a stark reminder of the chaos that ruled his life now. But you didn’t flinch. You introduced yourself calmly, sitting across from him like you would any other patient, knowing full well you had your own reasons for being here.

- Two-Face sized you up immediately, his scarred eye twitching slightly as he watched your every move. "Why are you here?" he asked, his voice low and suspicious. You smirked, leaning back in your chair. "Maybe I’m just curious about how someone like you thinks," you replied coolly. He chuckled darkly, flipping his coin in the air. "No one’s ever *just curious* about me, doll."

- Your sessions were a constant tug-of-war. Harvey’s dual nature fascinated you—how he constantly struggled between his desire for justice and the dark side that had overtaken him. You, too, had a duality hidden beneath the surface. You played the part of the psychiatrist well, but beneath that, you were a criminal, drawn to chaos just like him. And as much as he tried to intimidate you, you didn’t back down, and he noticed.

- Harvey respected your strength. The more you pushed back, the more interested he became. He saw something in you, something different from the other doctors who had tried to “fix” him. One day, after a particularly heated session, he tossed the coin in the air, catching it in his palm before smirking. "You know, I’ve got a feeling you’re not so innocent yourself." You met his gaze evenly. "What if I’m not?" That was the moment you saw the shift in his eyes—the dual sides of Harvey Dent were no longer fighting each other, they were intrigued by you.

- It wasn’t long before your relationship took a darker, more intimate turn. One night, after hours of discussing Gotham’s corruption and his place in it, Harvey stood from his chair and crossed the room, pulling you close. The kiss was rough, almost desperate, as if he was trying to claim you as his, but you didn’t resist. You wanted it, wanted him. There was something thrilling about the danger, the unpredictability that came with Two-Face.

- From that moment on, you were his partner in more than just therapy. You helped him plan, working from within Arkham’s walls, aiding him in gathering resources for his next move against Gotham. You fed into both sides of him—the one that craved order and the one that loved chaos. Two-Face trusted you in a way he hadn’t trusted anyone since his fall, and together, you were unstoppable. His coin may have decided fate, but you held the real power in your hands, manipulating the outcome to suit your shared goals. You were drawn to the danger, and with Two-Face by your side, you reveled in the chaos.

The Penguin

- As you introduced yourself to Oswald Cobblepot in Arkham, you could feel his eyes assessing you from head to toe. The Penguin was a man who built his empire on manipulation, control, and knowing exactly who to trust—and who to use. But you weren’t just another psychiatrist walking into his cell. You had your own agenda, and the second you sat down, you knew Penguin would be a challenge worth taking on.

- Oswald wasn’t subtle. "So, what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a dump like this?" he sneered, the cane in his hand tapping the ground softly. You smiled, unphased by his attempt to unnerve you. "Just trying to understand what makes you tick, Mr. Cobblepot." He chuckled, clearly amused. "Is that so? Or are you here for something a little more… profitable?" He had you pegged, and you didn’t deny it. Penguin wasn’t someone who responded to weakness. He respected ambition, and you had plenty of it.

- The sessions became a delicate dance. You learned quickly that Penguin wasn’t just a gangster—he was a mastermind, always ten steps ahead of everyone else in the room. He loved the game, the power plays, the manipulation. And you knew how to play the game just as well. Every conversation with him was layered with unspoken meaning, your words carefully chosen to show you weren’t just another Arkham shrink. Oswald began to respect you, intrigued by your sharp mind and your ability to keep up with him.

- It wasn’t long before the lines blurred between professional and personal. Penguin’s calculating gaze would linger on you a little too long, his smirks becoming something more suggestive. "You’ve got a real talent for this," he’d say during one of your sessions, his voice low and dripping with amusement. "Maybe you should be working for me instead of this place." You didn’t disagree. In fact, the idea thrilled you. Gotham’s underworld was where you truly belonged, and Penguin saw it.

- One evening, after a particularly intense conversation about Gotham’s crime families, Oswald stood, walking around his desk with that unmistakable limp. He stood close, closer than ever before, his hand gently brushing your arm. "You and me, we could run this town," he whispered, his eyes dark with ambition and something more. You felt the electricity between you, the pull of power and attraction, and when he leaned in, you didn’t pull away. The kiss was slow, deliberate, and filled with the promise of what could come.

- After that, you were no longer just his psychiatrist. You became his confidante, his right hand, and eventually, his lover. Together, you plotted his rise back to the top, using your position in Arkham to gather information and pull strings. Penguin admired your cunning, your beauty, and your ambition. You weren’t just someone he used—you were someone he trusted, and in his world, that was more valuable than anything.

- You found yourself falling deeper into Gotham’s criminal underworld, by his side. Oswald respected your mind as much as your beauty, and you thrived in the power he gave you. The city became your playground, and together, you schemed to take it all. Penguin may have been a ruthless crime lord, but with you, he was something more—an equal. And together, no one could stand in your way.

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