#Gotham x reader

[libidinee]

pre! riddler ed nygma dating hcs <3

tws. none! requests open!

pre! riddler Ed Nygma who's just the sweet guy you work with. Wide smile and squinted eyes that popped up every couple of minutes to make convenient small talk with you. Either he forgot some evidence- or he would tell you that your hair looks wonderful today, or of course a riddle.

pre! riddler Ed Nygma who actually gets to talk! Instead of being rudely interrupted or heavily discouraged by the eyeballs of his co-workers. You actually.. listen. You nodded along and asked questions, your remembered!! Sometimes he gets too excited and he stutters and stumbles over his quick words. And god, that sweet smile that made him fall in love with you.

pre! riddler Ed Nygma who knows he's in love with you the moment he sees you. Actually he knows when he lays down in bed that night. Hes actually giggling in bed thinking about you. He's so eager to go to sleep, when tomorrow comes quicker he can see you.

pre! riddler Ed Nygma who brings you your lunch, grabs papers for you, open the doors for you and even sometimes ties your shoes.

pre! riddler Ed Nygma who kissed you for the first time after you both stay late one day. No one.. but maybe captain is here, your just staying back doing some extra filing, and he's having a lab clean out, its gotten really messy and he just couldn't focus today. You popped in to say goodnight, and you give him that sweet smile. It felt.. natural. You leaned over, kissed his cheek goodnight, before wishing him goodbye. And he liked it.

pre! riddler Ed Nygma who stands there stunned for like 10 minutes, his cheeks burning to the point he's gotten sick and has a terrible fever. But no hesitation just.. flustered.

pre! riddler Ed Nygma who's immediately by your side the next day. Its a crime scene today, your standing by, and he's bagging evidence and biohazards material (really just some flesh), and as soon as he's done he's talking to you. Its open, he spends his lunch break with you, no matter if your on yours, he'll just stand by your desk.

pre! riddler Ed Nygma who asks you out the next day. A bouquet of flowers, a dorky card with what each flower means, and he says it's all for you. He'll get you a little card and everything, and he'll invite you over for dinner.

pre! riddler Ed Nygma whose nervous to get into the relationship, not that he doesn't trust you! Hes just.. he never thought he'd really do this. I mean everyone in the Department looked at him like he was a freak, but here you are.. willingly hanging out with him, WILLINGLY DATING HIM!!

pre! riddler Ed Nygma who immediately has pictures of you up in his apartment. You come by one day and he has you two framed on his nightstand, it's sweet. Its is a nice frame and clean as a whistle, like he just wiped it off.

pre! riddler Ed Nygma who spends late nights with you, rewatching old tv and chatting about the world. You provide such.. wonderful insight. He loved looking into your mind, it was like glimpsing into you in your raw form.

pre! riddler Ed Nygma who makes you breakfast every morning!!! You stayed the night, and you woke up to his goofy little muppet smile and an excited 'I made you an omelette! And toast, and a little bit of eggs but I ran out halfway so like barely half an egg-'

pre! riddler Ed Nygma who does anything you ask him. He'd move the heaven and earth to make you happy. He goes to every event with you, constantly is giving you gifts and taking you out on dates, sometimes it's like the honeymoon phase never ended.

pre! riddler Ed Nygma who remembers every little thing you say. He knows your order from the coffee shop you guys go too, your mothers birthday, your favorite species of cat and exactly where that mole on your back was that he saw the other day while you were changing.

[choerypetal]

Mother Figure | Batfamily. Bruce Wayne x Reader

summary: Bruce offers you the promise he made a long time ago. To marry him and become his wife. Later he eventually adopts Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian and Barbara. All of a loving family, until one sibling in particular finally finds himself right at home. 

ps English isn't my first language, so i apologize for small errors.

How it started:

Dick was the very first to be adopted into the family, and Bruce took him under his wing almost immediately. At the time, you hesitated with the idea—it was a significant change, especially considering Bruce had never truly experienced a childhood himself. Not after witnessing both his parents death. 

On one night, just as you were about to make yourself something to eat, a sharp knock echoed from your front door. You called out, “Coming!” without thinking much of it—until you opened the door and found your childhood friend standing there. A soft gasp as soon as you met him at the door. “Bruce… Why so late?” 

Bruce looked worn down. His hair was damp, his clothes disheveled, and he hadn’t been sleeping—anyone could tell. He stepped inside without a word. The silence wasn’t unusual, but something about him that night made you more anxious than usual. You caught yourself gently chewing at your fingernails as you offered him a cup of hot coffee. He took it without protest and followed you to the living room.

You both sat in silence, the television murmuring in the background, while rain continued to pour steadily against the windows—Gotham’s lullaby.

You hadn’t realized how much silence it would take to finally notice the small, quiet details of life—until Bruce’s hand brushed gently against your leg. A sigh escaped him, heavy and worn. A part of you wanted to lean in, to hold him, but you chose instead to respect his space. “You remember when we used to talk about building a family someday?” he asked softly, his eyes fixed on the coffee mug cradled in his hands.

You gave a small nod.

“That if we were still single by our twenties, we’d… arrange a marriage.”

Your gaze met his then. Of course you remembered. It was just a few months ago, right before Christmas. The snow had been falling in thick, quiet sheets. You’d been a wreck—your partner of three years had left you without warning. You’d ended up at the gates of Wayne Manor, a mess of heartbreak and numbness, and Bruce had found you there. From that night on, he promised to protect you—from the world, from yourself, from whatever darkness came.

“Yes…” you said, your voice low. You remembered every word.

Even so, it had taken time for you to believe he truly meant it. But now, as he sat beside you, his touch lingering and his words hanging in the air, you understood.

Tonight, he did.

Then, without a word, Bruce slowly lowered one knee to the floor. His hand reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small box. Your breath caught the moment he opened it—a delicate, glimmering ring nestled inside, catching the light in the most breathtaking way.

You gasped, not just from shock, but from the sheer beauty of it. Words failed you. Both hands flew to your face as tears welled in your eyes, spilling over as you choked out a soft response—barely audible, but clear enough. You nodded, again and again, unable to stop yourself from smiling through the tears.

Bruce’s smile was gentle, full of quiet certainty. He took your hand with care, sliding the ring onto your finger. It fit perfectly—of course it did. He had planned everything.

And in that moment, as he leaned in to kiss you, it felt like the beginning of the perfect marriage.

Becoming the Mother of the BatFamily: 

It wasn’t an easy life to step into. Being part of the Wayne legacy meant your relationship would never stay private for long. News would spread across Gotham in an instant, with journalists camping outside the manor, desperate for even the smallest detail. The attention was relentless. So much so that Bruce insisted you stay within the manor unless he said otherwise—his way of protecting you from any danger.

Surprisingly, you felt a strange relief in his caution. It allowed you to breathe, to settle into the rhythm of your new life—not just as Bruce’s wife, but as a soon-to-be mother. And in that quiet sanctuary, far from the flashing cameras and murmurs of the city, you finally began to embrace the peace you never thought possible.

Of course Bruce knew the Joker would taken a twisted interest in you. It was exactly the kind of danger he anticipated—which meant there was always someone from his team discreetly patrolling the manor grounds. Whether it was one of his own or some cutting-edge tech only Wayne Industries could produce, Bruce made sure every precaution was in place.

Letting the Joker get to you was never an option—not with everything else at stake. Not when he also had to protect Dick, Jason, Tim, Barbara, and Damian. You weren’t just his wife. You were part of the family now. And nothing in Gotham was more important to Bruce than keeping that family safe.

Out of all the kids, Dick took the quickest liking to you. Barbara followed not far behind, then Tim, Damian—and of course, Jason in his own way. But it was Dick who made the effort feel effortless. He’d often join you in the kitchen, cheerful and attentive, and every morning your lips curved into a soft smile when he was the first to rise for training with Bruce, only to wander in and quietly start helping you with the dishes.

“Let me help you,” he’d insist, already rolling up his sleeves.

You would open your mouth to gently decline—only to be cut off by the familiar warmth of Bruce’s arms wrapping around you from behind. A silent reminder that you weren’t alone anymore. You were his. 

Bruce’s firm arms wrapped around your waist as he leaned in, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. It was gestures like this—quiet, tender, and unspoken—that you cherished most about him. He wasn’t flashy, never one to boast or show off. But when he chose to be affectionate, he made sure there was no mistaking it.

“Geez... Love you, Mom,” Jason’s voice suddenly cut through the moment, catching you off guard. “But can you at least get a room?”

You let out a startled gasp, half laughing, while Bruce remained entirely unfazed. If anything, his grip tightened, and his teeth brushed teasingly against your skin, dangerously close to leaving a mark. You let out a soft whine, half protest, half thrill, and reached down to tap his hand.

“Bruce,” you warned gently. He groaned in reply, shaking his head like a stubborn child. “Jason’s grumpy all the time…” he muttered against your neck, refusing to let go.

“Well perhaps I am grumpy for a good reason!” Jason complains as he steals a warm pancake from the plate. “Mom is our mother you know? I know you like showing her off but damn. This early.” 

And then it clicked. Your eyes widened at the unfamiliar words Jason was suddenly using. Not just you, but everyone had never heard him speak like this—at least not until now. Tim couldn’t resist teasing his brother, “You’re going to make her cry,” he said, nudging Jason’s arm. He didn’t actually mean it, but the moment the words left his mouth, he felt guilty. Poor thing, just a naive boy, Tim thought, chuckling as he swiped a pancake from his sibling. Dick’s laughter echoed softly in the background.

Jason noticed, though. When your gaze lifted, now free from Bruce’s grip as you handed him a coffee, you leaned in to kiss his cheek, smiling softly. You mimicked Tim’s teasing tone, using the exact same words to nudge Jason further. On the other side, completely oblivious to the playful exchange, Bruce added, “Yeah, J. Be a little nicer to your mother.” You nudged your husband’s side gently before giving your arm a playful slap, chuckling as he did.

Jason groaned, his lips forming a soft, yet annoyed pout. “I wasn’t trying to be mean! I just said, 'get a room,' geez. If we can’t–” But before he could finish, you walked behind him, setting a plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon beside him. You kissed his cheek, and now he was just plain confused. “It’s not that what you said wasn’t reasonable,” you said with a smile, “but rather the fact that you finally acknowledged the family.” Now it was his turn to blush. He looked around at everyone, all smiling at him, with Bruce nodding proudly in the background.

“And it only took him 22 years to finally call her 'mom,’” Bruce teased, though deep down, you understood why Jason had never said it before. After all these years, he was still that hurt boy, longing to find a family of his own, to be loved by both a father and a mother.

Jason looked back at you and Bruce, rolling his eyes but mirroring the same smile that made his words sound less convincing. “Yeah, yeah, I love her just as much as you do, jackass.” With that, everyone moved in to embrace him. A huff escaped his mouth, and he groaned, “Alright, alright! I love y’all. Can I get a little breather here?”

And even though there was a slight annoyance in his tone, it was the loving gazes of his parents and siblings that made him realize, for the first time, he truly felt at home.

[cemetarywoman]

Bruce Wayne dating headcannons 🦇

-hes suchhh a sweetheart oml

-Bruce loves to spoil you in many different ways

-obviously he buys you a ton of gifts, like he will buy literally ANYTHING you want he doesn’t care how expensive

-like Bruce we GET ITTT UR RICH.

-if you dont like him buying you things then he’ll stop ofc, ik some people dont like when people but them stuff (i personally dont really like it)

-but he also spoils you with how much affection he gives you. Bruce isnt shy about telling you how much he appreciates and loves you.

-All of his free time is spent with you, he always wants you near him even if you guys aren’t talking or doing anything together

-hes big on physical touch, he just loves to hold your face in his hands, mindlessly run his fingers up and down your thighs, leave tiny kisses all over your neck, literally anything that involves showing you how much he loves you

-loves to keep his hand on your lower back in public so that you wont accidentally walk to far away from him

-hes very protective of you but its not in a toxic controlling way, he just knows how dangerous gotham is and hes always worried about you.

-although he is protective he also LOVES to show you off. He will take ANY chance he gets to tell people that he’s dating you

-(kindaa going back to the spoiling thing) he definitely has bought you a necklace with his initials on it

-and not only did he do that but he also got himself one with your initials on it so that people know hes yours💋

-Bruce is lowkey clingy asf like he want you to come with him everywhere

-he takes you to every event that he gets invited to and most of them as boring and full of old rich people, he will pay for all of your outfits for the events tho so that’s a plus🤗

-want you to live with him, like he has actually asked you to live with him multiple times as if youre not just two teenagers??

-but since you dont live together sleepovers happen frequently (he’ll sneak into your house and leave early in the morning so your parents dont see him)

-he knows that he can protect you so he will bring you with him when he goes on one of his dangerous adventures

-youre gonna have to deal with a lot of brooding because well we all know how Bruce can be 🤕

-but if you play with his hair and ask him whats wrong he cant help but spill his heart out to you

-everyone can tell how much he loves you when he actually tells you whats bothering him instead of suffering in silence

[arjudy224]

The Boys need help

Part 1- Alfred's new help

Alfred's New Help part 2

After a "random" attack on the Wayne family, the new maid may be more than what meets the eye.

Joker caresses the side of the young boy's face with a twisted smile. Tension spreads throughout his entire upper body. Dick notices how there is a slight shake in Damien's palms. After all this time, sometimes it is easy to forget how young Damien truly is. With his youthful round face and big blue eyes, Damien could fit in with your average middle schooler.... if you ignore the murder in his eyes.

"My Father used to say that-"

BANG!

The Joker crumbles to the ground surprising every member of the Wayne family. A small trembling figure is revealed slowly stepping out from behind the clown. Scanning the room for any other potential danger, Y/N reluctantly puts the safety back on.

"Are you guys okay?' Y/N's voice trembles before dutifully untying Bruce.

Five pairs of eyes stare at her in painful silence.

"Where did you get that?" Damien questions breaking the silence.

Making her way down the line, Y/N starts working on Tim's restraints next.

"Alfred stashed a few in case something like this happened. I never thought I would ever need it... Until a van full of clowns passed me on the highway this morning."

An unexpected smile appears on Damien's face. Jason and Dick share a long look. Jason shrugs. Bruce's unreadable gaze suddenly makes her defensive. Before untying Jason, Y/N kicks the Joker. A wheezy laugh echoes across the room. At the pure shock staring back at her, she defends "It's not like I killed him or anything. Have you guys never heard of stand-your-ground laws?"

Jason starts to chuckle to himself. Looking past the horrified reactions of his family to his unlikely savior, he flashes her a grateful smile. Patting her on the back, he says

"Well' I don't know about the rest of them, but I'm sure glad you were here. That was badass."

Sharing an unreadable look with Dick, it doesn't take very long for the rest of the family to snap out of their stupor. Tim and Damien team up to tie up the clown prince of crime while Dick gags him. Once the team realizes it wasn't a lethal shot, jokes run wild.

"Listen, I'm just saying you'll never see Y/N and Deadshot in the same room..." Dick jokes playfully shoving the girl.

"Please if Y/N's skill set resembled any vigilante, it would be Nightwing." Tim continues with a wink.

"Y/N would be great at bow staff, but I sincerally doubt that Nightwing could do colorguard." Jason jokes.

"Ladies. Ladies. You may be right, but my ass would not look as good in the uniform." She interjects, "Man's definitely got me beat there.

"Debatable," Jason comments under his breath.

Dick smacks him lightly on the arm.

Bruce offers the young girl a cold glass of water while steering her away from all the chatter. Y/n gratefully takes it.

"Are you alright?"

Y/n nods slowly.

Bruce's gaze meets hers. It's easy to see why people consider him a playboy. His eyes have the ability to make you feel completely and utterly seen.

"Thank you for protecting my family."

Melting under his earnest gaze, Y/N glances toward the 3 boys dragging Jason away from the Joker. Past the Billionaire heartthrob lies a wearied Father in constant fear of losing his family... again.

"I'm sorry I know you don't like guns. I didn't like the way he was looking at Damien."

Bruce sighs putting a hand on her shoulder. The wrestling brothers draw their attention back to the front of the room.

"I had to do it for old times' sake. Come on!" Jason protests with a smug grin as Tim and Dick drag him away.

Winking at Y/N, Jason weakly waves as the boys leave the room.

A parade of red and blue flashing lights interrupts the show.

Alfred slips into the room wordlessly.

"Master Bruce, Detective Gordan would like a word."

Y/N gasps in surprise.

"Where have you been?"

Alfred stays silent for a moment.

"Who do you think dealt with his goons?"

Batman and Gordon:

In the corner of the room watching the group of young men teasing Y/N, Batman and Gordan exchange glances.

Gordon cracks a smile.

"Seems like a good kid." Gordan

Batman stays silent observing the interactions unfolding before them.

"She has impeccable marksmanship for someone who has never been trained." Batman comments.

Gordon raises an eyebrow. Taking a sip of his coffee, he pauses.

"Are you insinuating something?"

"...No. It's an observation."

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[sirxaibs]

Edward Nygma (Gotham TV show) X Reader

⍰ ⍰ Sweet Eddie ⍰ ⍰

the riddler is my biggest fictional crush

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He’s always been your sweet innocent Eddie, though what if you find out he’s not so innocent.

⍰ ⍰ ⍰ ⍰ The streets of Gotham were wet with the remnants of last night’s rain, the puddles reflecting the dim glow of the streetlights. The city never slept, but the Gotham City Police Department had been unusually quiet that day aside from the usual scumbags who seemed to find their way into the holding cells like clockwork.

Detective Y/n sat at her desk, tapping her fingers against the wooden surface as she reviewed an old case file, but her focus was elsewhere. Edward Nygma had been acting strange lately. Stranger than usual.

You had always considered him a friend, one of the few in the GCPD who wasn’t a complete asshole. Sure, he was odd, but he was kind to you. He brought you coffee in the mornings, even remembered how you liked it little things that showed he paid attention. He would ramble on about riddles, facts, and obscure trivia, and while most of your colleagues found it annoying, you didn’t mind.

But lately, he had been distant. His usual enthusiasm had dulled, and his eyes carried a weight you hadn’t seen before. He barely spoke to you unless necessary, and when he did, he was quick to end the conversation. It didn’t sit right with you.

So, you decided to check up on him.

¿¿¿¿

You knocked twice before calling out, “Ed? It’s me.”

There was a rustling sound inside, followed by what you swore was a hushed curse. Then, the door swung open, and there stood Edward Nygma.

He looked… awful.

His tie was slightly crooked, and his usually pristine suit was wrinkled like he had been wearing it for too long. His eyes were wide, darting from you to the hallway as if someone might be watching. The moment he saw you, his lips curled into a strained smile.

“Y/n! What a what a surprise!” he stammered, voice an octave higher than usual. “I wasn’t expecting company.”

“I figured.” You raised an eyebrow. “You weren’t at work today.”

Edward’s fingers twitched against the doorframe. “Ah, yes, well feeling a bit under the weather. Needed rest.”

You tilted your head. “Then why do you look like you haven’t slept in days?”

His breath hitched, just for a second, but you caught it.

“That’s an exaggeration.” He forced a chuckle. “Anyway! What brings you here? Surely, not just to check on little ol’ me.”

You frowned. This wasn’t normal. He was jittery, nervous, and his attempts to steer the conversation away were painfully obvious.

“Ed,” you said, voice softer now. “I just wanted to see if you were okay. You’ve been avoiding me.”

His lips parted, and for a fleeting moment, something like guilt flashed across his face. But then he quickly shook his head. “Nonsense! I’ve just been… preoccupied with personal matters.”

You folded your arms. “So preoccupied that you can’t talk to your friend?”

Edward swallowed hard, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Look, I appreciate the concern, truly, but I I can’t”

A noise came from inside the apartment. A shuffling sound.

Your instincts flared.

Edward’s face went pale.

“Ed,” you said slowly, your body tensing. “Who’s in there?”

He took a step in front of you, blocking the doorway. “No one!” he said, too quickly. “That was uh just the TV! Yes, the uh late night nature documentary.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Let me in.”

Edward hesitated. “That’s really not necessary.”

“I wasn’t asking.” You stepped forward, and though he tried to stop you, you pushed past him into the apartment.

The air was thick with something unspoken, something secret. The living room was dimly lit, a few scattered papers on the table, an untouched cup of coffee going cold. But it wasn’t the state of the apartment that made your breath hitch.

It was the man sitting on the couch.

Oswald Cobblepot. The Penguin.

You froze.

It had been during your first week at the GCPD back when you were still learning the ropes, shadowing Jim Gordon and Harvey Bullock. You remembered walking into Fish Mooney’s club, the atmosphere thick with cigar smoke and whispered deals. And there he was. The umbrella boy. Scrawny, meek, and eager to please, hovering near Fish like a loyal dog.

That was the man sitting before you now only this wasn’t the same Oswald. He was thinner, paler, his usual pompous attitude dulled by exhaustion, but his sharp eyes still carried that same calculating glint.

Your heart pounded as the weight of the situation settled in.

You were standing in Edward Nygma’s apartment. And Edward Nygma was harboring a criminal.

Your body moved before your mind could catch up. You turned sharply toward the door, instincts screaming at you to leave, to report this, to do something but before you could take a step, hands gripped your shoulders.

“Wait!”

You flinched at the contact. His hands, usually so delicate when handling evidence, felt like iron now. His fingers dug in, not painfully, but firm too firm. He was trying to keep you here.

“Y/n, please just listen.” His voice was high and frantic, not the usual steady, confident tone he used when rattling off crime scene details. His body was close, too close, his warmth pressing against your back. You could hear his breath, quick and uneven.

Your pulse skyrocketed. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real.

This was Edward sweet, nerdy Edward who always brought you coffee, who stammered when he got too excited, who sent you riddles on your phone just to make you laugh. The same Edward you had God help you started to like.

And now he was standing between you and the door, trying to keep you from leaving.

You pushed against his grip, but he held firm.

“Edward,” you hissed. “Let me go.”

“I can’t.” His voice cracked. “Not until you understand.”

Understand what? That he had gone insane? That the man you thought you knew was keeping a wanted criminal in his apartment like some twisted house guest?

You struggled again, but his grip only tightened.

“You’re panicking,” he said quickly, his breath fanning against your ear. “I know this is shocking, but please, Y/n, just let me explain”

“She doesn’t need you to explain, Nygma,” Oswald interrupted.

His voice sent a chill down your spine.

You finally wrenched yourself free from Edward’s grasp and stumbled a step forward, putting space between you both. Your breath came in quick bursts as you turned toward Oswald, who was watching the scene with an amused smirk despite his obvious injuries.

“Please, tell me she’s not actually surprised,” Oswald said, gesturing lazily toward you. His voice was hoarse, weaker than you remembered, but still laced with that familiar arrogance. “You’re a detective, darling. Surely, you’ve noticed something’s been off with your friend?”

Your hands curled into fists at your sides. “Shut up, Cobblepot.”

He chuckled. “Oh, you do remember me.”

Unfortunately.

Your head spun. There was too much happening at once. Your mind screamed at you to act, to arrest someone, to run, to do something but you were frozen in place.

Edward took a cautious step toward you. “Please, just let me explain.”

You snapped your gaze back to him.

“You’re housing Penguin,” you spat. “What explanation could possibly make that okay?”

Edward flinched, his lips parting as if he had an answer ready, but before he could speak.

“I can give you a better one,” Oswald cut in, his smirk widening. “Why don’t we talk about what else Eddie has been up to?”

You went still.

Edward’s face drained of color. “Don’t.”

Oswald’s smirk didn’t falter. He leaned back against the couch, watching you carefully. “Oh, she doesn’t know, does she?”

Edward’s hand twitched. You looked between them, your stomach twisting into knots.

“What is he talking about?” you demanded.

Edward clenched his jaw, his glasses slipping slightly down the bridge of his nose. His whole body was tense, every muscle locked as if he were preparing for a fight.

“The girl,” Oswald said simply. “Kristin Kringle.”

Your breath hitched.

Your hand flew to your mouth.

No.

No, no, no.

Kristin.

You knew that name. She had worked at the GCPD, sweet but sharp, always polite in passing. You hadn’t known her well, but she had been there and then one day, she wasn’t. She had left. That’s what everyone said. Moved away. Or at least, that’s what Edward had said.

Your stomach twisted violently.

Slowly, as if in a trance, you turned toward Edward. He wasn’t looking at you anymore. His gaze was fixed on the floor, his hands shaking at his sides.

“…Ed?”

Nothing.

Oswald let out a dramatic sigh. “Oh, dear. You really are slow on the uptake, aren’t you?” He turned toward Edward. “Go on, Eddie. Tell her what happened to dear Kristin. Or should I?”

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears.

Edward’s breathing grew rapid. “I”

You shook your head. “No. No, tell me this isn’t”

He swallowed hard. “I… I didn’t mean to”

Your whole body went cold.

Kristin wasn’t gone. She hadn’t moved away. She was dead. Because of Edward.

The same Edward who had made you laugh on long shifts, who had always seemed so eager to help, who had

Who had lied to you.

You staggered back a step, bile rising in your throat.

“Y/n,” Edward started, reaching toward you. “Please, just listen”

But you flinched away, breathing hard.

⍰ ⍰ ⍰ ⍰

You didn’t know how long you sat there.

Oswald Cobblepot was beside you on the bed, his presence like a ghost at your side, cold and unwelcome. Every time you glanced at him, a shiver ran down your spine. His pale, calculating eyes flickered to you occasionally, a smug knowing in his gaze. He was enjoying this watching the truth unravel right in front of you.

Meanwhile, Edward was pacing.

Back and forth.

His long legs carried him across the room in frantic strides, his hands twisting together as he muttered under his breath. His mind was racing, calculating every possible outcome, every potential disaster. You knew that look. It was the look of a man trying to solve an impossible puzzle, one with too many variables, too many risks. you were the biggest risk of all.

You sighed.

Your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you as you looked at him, watching the sheer panic that had taken hold. If you were here, then it was only a matter of time before someone Jim, Harvey came looking for you. And Edward knew that.

He finally stopped pacing and looked at you, his glasses slightly fogged from how hard he was breathing. His whole body was taut with tension, like he was one wrong word away from completely breaking apart.

“What are you going to do?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You stared at him for a moment before exhaling.

Then, slowly, you stood up.

Edward immediately took a step back, his whole body rigid, watching you as if you were about to pull a gun on him.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you looked him straight in the eye and said, “I won’t say anything.”

Silence.

Edward blinked at you. His lips parted slightly, his brows furrowing as if he couldn’t quite process the words. “…What?”

You crossed your arms. “You heard me.”

His expression twisted, suspicion creeping in. “Why would I believe that?” His voice was shaking, filled with something between fear and desperation. “You’re a detective, your job is exactly against that.”

Your chest tightened.

He didn’t trust you. And why should he? You were a cop, and he was well, this. A criminal. A murderer.

He took a slow step toward you, his head tilting slightly. “You could leave here and go straight to Jim and Harvey. And then what? What happens to me? To Oswald?”

You felt another chill at the mention of Oswald, but you didn’t turn to look at him.

You didn’t want to look at him.

Instead, your focus stayed on Edward the man you had once believed was incapable of something like this. you just didn’t care the way you were supposed to.

Edward was spiraling. His hands were shaking now. His whole body screamed paranoia, and you knew if you didn’t do something now, he might make a decision that neither of you could come back from.

So, you did the only thing you could think of. You reached out, grabbed his tie, and yanked him down and kissed him… maybe this was more for you than anything.

Edward made a muffled noise of surprise, his whole body tensing.

For a moment, he didn’t move. He didn’t breathe. Then, slowly, his hands came up, gripping your waist as he kissed you back, hesitant at first then deeper. His panic melted into something else entirely, something raw and real. His fingers curled against your hips like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.

You should have felt disgusted with yourself. You should have. But you didn’t. When you finally pulled away, his eyes were wide, glassy, his breath uneven.

“…Oh,” he whispered.

You swallowed hard. “Does that answer your question?” A beat of silence.

“Oh, for God’s sake,” Oswald groaned from the bed, breaking the moment entirely. “That’s your proof? That’s it?”

Edward turned his head sharply, his expression darkening. “Oswald”

“No, no,” Oswald huffed, waving a hand. “Forgive me if I don’t find a little kiss to be a solid alibi. Who’s to say she doesn’t walk out of here and still go to Gordon?”

Edward’s hands twitched against you.

For a moment, you thought he might reconsider letting you go.

But then, slowly, he stepped back.

His fingers brushed his lips absentmindedly, his gaze flickering between you and the door.

Finally, he nodded.

“Go,” he whispered.

You hesitated, glancing at Oswald who just smirked bitterly at you before looking back at Edward.

“…thank you” you said softly.

Edward let out a shaky breath, then smiled.

“don’t make me regret this”

⍰ ⍰ ⍰ ⍰

The precinct was buzzing with activity.

Detectives rushed from desk to desk, officers fielded phone calls, and the usual tension that came with working in the GCPD hung in the air like cigarette smoke. The case against Theo Galavan was reaching a boiling point, and everyone was on edge including you.

But your nerves had nothing to do with Galavan. You sat at your desk, staring blankly at the open case file in front of you. Words and crime scene photos blurred together as your thoughts spiraled.

Edward. Penguin. Kristin Kringle.

The secrets you now carried felt like weights around your neck, suffocating and heavy. You were a detective, trained to uphold the law, to seek justice. You worked with Jim Gordon and Harvey Bullock two men who would never let something like this slide… well they would but how much Harvey bullies him he’d do it in a second.

You had sat in Edward’s apartment, heard the truth, and then kissed him. You had let him go. Your fingers tightened around the file in front of you. What the hell was wrong with you?

“Hey.”

You jolted slightly as Jim’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.

Looking up, you found him standing across from your desk, arms crossed, his usual unreadable expression in place. But his sharp eyes too observant for their own good were locked onto you with scrutiny.

“You alright?” he asked.

Your mouth went dry.

You had worked with Jim long enough to know that he wasn’t just asking to be polite. He knew something was off.

“I’m fine,” you answered quickly.

Jim didn’t look convinced. “You sure? You’ve been quiet all morning.”

“I’m just tired.” You forced a small, tired smile. “You know how it is.”

Jim held your gaze for a long moment, clearly debating whether or not to push further. But then, a uniformed officer called his name from across the bullpen.

With a final, lingering look, he turned away. As soon as he was gone, you exhaled sharply. You needed to get out of here.

Without wasting another second, you pushed back from your desk, grabbed a random file to make it look like you had a purpose, and speed walked down the hallway.

To anyone else, it would seem normal just another detective heading to the records room to pull information.

But your heart was pounding.

You slipped inside the records room and shut the door behind you, leaning against it as you tried to calm yourself.

Your whole body felt too warm, too wired. The panic that had been simmering inside you since last night was reaching a breaking point. You had never kept something this big from Jim or Harvey before.

You weren’t even sure why you were keeping it now. You groaned quietly, pressing a hand to your forehead. You felt stupid like a rookie detective who had been played. The room was dimly lit, the only sound the hum of a flickering fluorescent light overhead. Shelves stacked with case files loomed around you, but you weren’t here for a file. You were here to breathe. To think. To process the whirlwind of events that had turned your world upside down in the span of a single night.

Edward had killed Kristin Kringle.

Edward had been hiding Oswald Cobblepot. And you had let him go.

You squeezed your eyes shut, dragging a hand down your face.

You weren’t stupid. Jim was already suspicious. He hadn’t pushed you not yet but it was only a matter of time. And when that time came, what were you going to say? That you’d harbored a criminal? That you’d ignored a confession to murder? That you had kissed Edward Nygma as some desperate way to convince him to let you leave?

Your stomach churned.

You weren’t just a detective. You were a damn good one. You had worked too hard, pushed through too much, to be here to be respected in a department filled with men who looked down on you. And now, you had just thrown everything away for Edward fucking Nygma.

A creak from the doorway made your breath hitch.

You turned sharply, heart jumping into your throat, only to see him.

Edward.

He stood just inside the room, the door shutting softly behind him. His green eyes flickered under the dim light, watching you carefully. He looked different now not frantic, not unraveling. Just… composed. As if, after everything, he had made peace with his actions.

He smiled soft, almost shy. “I thought I might find you here.”

Your pulse quickened. “Edward,” you warned. “What are you doing?”

He took a slow step forward. “I was worried about you.”

You let out a sharp laugh, shaking your head. “Worried? About me?” You gestured vaguely at him. “You murdered your girlfriend, Ed. You’ve been hiding Oswald. And I” Your voice faltered. You swallowed, lowering it to a harsh whisper. “I didn’t turn you in. You should be worried about yourself.”

Edward’s eyes softened. “That’s exactly why I’m worried about you.”

You stiffened.

“You could have run straight to Gordon.” He took another slow step. “You could have told him everything. And yet… here you are. Alone. Thinking.” His head tilted, a knowing glint in his gaze. “You’re struggling with it, aren’t you?”

Your breath caught in your throat. Edward was smart too smart. He had always been able to read people, to see the patterns in their behavior. And right now, he was reading you like a book.

You clenched your fists. “It doesn’t matter what I’m struggling with,” you said. “What matters is that you killed someone, Ed. And no matter how much you try to justify it, that doesn’t just go away.”

Edward sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know.” He looked away, pressing his lips together before glancing back at you. “But does it change the way you see me?”

You swallowed.Did it?

You wanted to say yes. You wanted to say that knowing what he had done made you disgusted, that you could never look at him the same way again. That the boyish, awkward forensic scientist you had shared coffee with every morning was gone.

But then you thought of the way he had looked at you last night terrified, desperate, human. The way he had kissed you back like you were the only thing tethering him to sanity.

The way your own heart had raced, not out of fear, but out of something far more dangerous.

You took a shaky breath. “I don’t know.”

Edward studied you carefully, then nodded. As if he had expected that answer.

Silence settled between you.

Then, Edward took another step forward, and you didn’t stop him.

His fingers brushed your wrist just barely, a ghost of a touch. Your breath hitched, but you didn’t move away. You didn’t know why.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me,” he murmured. “I don’t expect you to understand. But… I need you to know that you’re important to me.”

You blinked, your heart skipping a beat.

“I’ve always noticed you, Y/n,” he continued, his voice quiet but steady. “Long before all of this. Before Kristin, before Oswald, before… everything. I noticed the way you actually listened to me when I rambled. The way you never brushed me off like the others did. The way you smiled when I brought you coffee.” His lips twitched, almost wistful. “The way you solved riddles faster than anyone else.”

You swallowed, unable to look away from him.

“You’re not just another detective to me,” he whispered. “You never have been.”

Your chest ached.

This wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that he could say these things now when everything was already too messy, too complicated.

You forced yourself to take a step back. Edward’s expression fell slightly, but he didn’t move to stop you.

“This doesn’t change anything,” you said, voice barely above a whisper.

Edward nodded slowly. “I know.”

A heavy silence stretched between you.

You didn’t know what this was anymore. You didn’t know what you were doing, what you were feeling, what was right or wrong.

“You made a choice,” Edward said softly. “A choice to protect me.”

You looked at him, heart hammering against your ribs.

It was easy too easy to forget what he had done when he looked at you like that. When his voice softened, when his hands were so careful with yours. Your lips parted, but you didn’t know what you were about to say.

Before you could figure it out, the door to the records room creaked open. You both tensed. A uniformed officer poked his head in, oblivious to the tension in the air.

“Hey, Detective, Gordon’s looking for you.”

Your heart stopped.

Edward’s grip on your hand tightened for the briefest moment then, just as quickly, he let go, stepping back.

You forced yourself to nod. “Right. I’ll be there in a sec.”

The officer left without a second glance.

You turned back to Edward.

His expression was unreadable, but something flickered behind his eyes.

“Go,” he murmured.

You hesitated. Then, without another word, you slipped out the door, leaving him alone in the records room.

[yourlocaldcbitxh]

How I think Gotham characters would reach to you being overstimulated

Brought to you by me being overstimulated

Warnings: Overstimulation due to whatever reason, maybe some self harm (scratching of arms or forgetting to eat), mentions of someone getting shot

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Immediate reaction is confusion

Why are you not speaking? Why are you rocking back and forth scratching down your arms?

Probably stands there for a moment before asking you to “stop whatever it is you’re doing” while waving his hands

Doesn’t realize that you can’t hear him until he just stands there saying your name (ex: Edward, Edward, Edward-)

Then he goes into panic mode

Buzzing around you wondering what wrong and how he can help

Settles with glass of water, absolute silence and him sitting there, making sure to get ice for your arms or whatever you need or want after

The type of guy to shoot anyone who walks in and then profusely apologize for the loud noise

Like a 7/10 when he gets his shit together

Pre Riddler

He understands and had anything you could need

Weighted blankets, headphones, snacks you name it he has it

Will let you sit in his apartment or lab for as long as you need

Will get a little distressed if you end up scratching yourself or anything like that

Will walk over and gently grab your hands, apologizing for touching you but saying he doesn’t want you hurt

Will sit with you or leave you alone

Another guy who gives you anything you need

10/10 would recommend

Post Riddler

Gentler than one might think

Technically he is still Ed and is in his body so he knows overstimulated when he sees it

Had the same things as Ed but is a lot less nice about giving them to you

Kind of just hands them to you and walks back to whatever he was doing

Another one who will leave you alone or sit with you if you need it (he will complain about being busy)

Will not care if you scratch yourself

May look at you strangely for a moment but will not comment

Will clean them after if they’re deep though

6/10 kind of disinterested but he’s there

Looks at you strangely for a moment before sitting next to you and asking what you need

If you can’t speak he will simply guess

Essentials are water, blanket, food, soft music or silence

Will not touch you unless asked or signaled to

He runs cold though so beware if he is shirtless or pants less

Will hold you in his arms if you’re scratching yourself in kind of like a bear hug

Refuses to let you hurt yourself

Big on that (hypocrite)

All in all like 8/10 he’s great but can be a little rough with the grabbing

Barbara the queen that she is will order everyone out immediately

Puts a blanket near you to grab if you want and gets some water

Doesn’t ask questions but kind of does the Hand movements asking “stay or go” and you can decide one or two

Definitely has flash cards made she is mother

Another one who would shoot anyone who dares make fun of you or makes a noise

She won’t touch you on purpose but will probably touch you out of instinct

Just move away if you need she won’t take (much) offense (just explain after)

All in all 9/10 we love her

Nice about it

But has no idea what the fuck he is doing at all

Kind of just, stands there and looks at you and walks away to get a glass of water before leaving

Will panic and grab you very roughly if you start scratching yourself

Doesn’t really process the fact that he is making it worse probably

After that he just kinda… leaves

Comes back with food after and says sorry but is still clueless

Explain to him cause he does wanna help but is dogshit at it

4/10 teach him

Another man who doesn’t know what’s happening

“Want a drink” (he means whiskey)

Gets food and water and that’s about it

Totally just freezes when you scratch yourself and kind of just…. Lets you I guess

Internally man is beating himself up

But on the outside he just sits with you to make sure you don’t die

And gives you things you ask for

He’s like that clueless dad who needs to learn but won’t or can’t

Totally a pacer and just walks in circles

3/10 help him (if he can be) he means well

This man does not know the word overstimulated

He is going at all times

Nothing is too loud or too much or too bright

He is the fucking sun for god sakes

Will simply keep talking when he sees you freaking out (jerk)

Covering your ears is a good way to shut him up because usually you listen to him

He won’t know what do to at first but turns down the lights and tries not talk too much (mildly fails)

Blanket and water are a must and he sets them besides you

Another grabber when you’re scratching

“That’s my job sweetheart”

Smells good and is warm so that’s a good plus

5/10 loud but he’s trying

Quiet and respectful

A man of science so he knows what is happening and how to deal with it

Gets you water, a dark room, silence and headphones, and leaves or sits with you while working

He is busy but he cares

A gentle grabber who lets you know he’s gonna touch you

“I’m going to hold your hands if you don’t stop hurting yourself doll”

Surprisingly kind and gentle but that’s because he knows what it’s like to be ignored and not cared for

10/10 for the insane man

[gulnarsultan]

Bruce Wayne is obsessively in love with you.

[thequeenofuselessinformation]

I'm alive but only ironically.

Twt op cr: @FranziaMom

[i-smoke-chapstick]

all i can think of are gotham villians that would 100% get incredibly possessive, pissy, and pouty when they have a dream of Y/N cheating on them.

Oswald? Yeah. He’s waking up in a cold sweat, drinking himself into a hangover with lots of insecure thoughts, before being very standoffish the next day with you, maybe even a little mean. More irritated then usual. You can either wait it out for him to calm down and realize he’s being silly or he’ll get hyper attentive to every move you make and accuse you of ACTUALLY cheating 😭 knock some sense into this man pls. superstitious and paranoid bird man thinks it’s a sign.

Jerome. Unlike Oswald, he will surprisingly gently wake up in the middle of the night. Theres no cold sweat or jolting awake, he just opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling for a few minutes….before settling on VIOLENTLY shaking you awake. You’ll be half asleep, and youll have to listen to him rant into the next day about how dream you is a total sleeze. You’ll be able to go back to sleep though, since his ranting is pretty much white noise. Despite this, he’s inwardly pouting. Will be passive aggressive the next day.

Jervis!!! He wakes up with a start and cannot erase the thought of someone else touching you. Makes him violently ill. Will polietly excuse himself from bed (Jervis, reader is asleep, they cant hear you) and will either throw up or just start tweaking. Won’t be able to fall back to sleep. The next day expect some eerily calm smiles and EXTRA affectionate doting, just incase you think you arent getting enough attention at home with him. which is where you belong.

they are all delusional. i love them sm

[kolsmikaelson]

thinking about jerome when he’s dousing the bus full of cheerleaders in gasoline but he stops when he sees you, shivering in your seat with your eyes shut as tight as possible. just waiting for it to be your turn, only to open them slightly when you don’t feel anything. the scared look in your eyes is gone almost immediately when you see jerome, making an even bigger smirk rest on his face. you know it’s wrong but you can’t help your thighs from rubbing together, something jerome doesn’t miss. “you’re coming with me, pretty.”

before you know it, he’s got you pinned against the wall in some high-end penthouse, panties tugged to your ankles and little cheer skirt flipped over your ass. he licks a thick stripe up your core, his nose bumping against your clit as he’s all but making out with your pussy. 

“y’like that, pretty? being so good for me.” whines escaping you at the loss of his touch, “oh you poor thing, can’t handle it when i’m not touching you?”  

“mhm, feels so good.”

his fingers are still inside of you until that point, once those words pass through your lips he starts fucking them into you again. just before you’re able to cum he stops his movements suddenly and pulls out, shoving his fingers in your mouth before your whines reach his ears. 

“y’gonna be quiet while i fuck you, yeah, baby?” you nod feverishly, sucking his fingers farther into your mouth, tasting yourself on his skin. 

jerome slaps the head of his cock on your clit a couple of times before pushing into your warmth, jackhammering into you almost immediately. the drag of his cock against your walls causes your muffled moans and jeromes grunts to be the only sounds echoing in the room. 

he reaches around to your front, fingers finding you clit and rubs harsh circles on it. “when i’m done, ‘m gonna fuck you up against that window, let everyone see what a slut you are for me,” he smirks feeling you clench around him “yeah? y’like that idea, baby?” 

“mhm, please jerome, can i cum?”

“go ahead baby, cum all over my cock,” his thrusts become faster, but sloppier than before and you could tell he was on the verge of cumming. your orgasm sends jerome over the edge, seeing the white ring of cum at the base of his cock keeps him fucking you through your orgasm. 

jerome kisses you roughly, and then, “you’ve got ten minutes, then i’m keeping my promise.”

special tag for @valeskafics since he’s our man

[gothamhater]

jerome is a fucking pervert about you.

he steals your used panties to get off on. he’ll stalk you on your walk home from work. he’s sitting outside your fire escape whistling his favorite song until you’re slamming open the shutters with your shiny revolver pointed at his head; you’d rather be cautious than dead, no matter how many times you’ve woken up to his sickly sweet smile shining back at you through the window pane.

and seeing you point the pretty revolver he got you at him fires him right up.

he’s already picked the lock on your window, slamming it open and taking the barrel of the gun in his large hand before using the other to grab your face and pull you in for a brutal kiss. he’s moaning already, pushing you back towards the bed and laying back against the headboard, dragging you with him by his grip on the gun still clutched in your pretty little hand. you take the hint and straddle him, and both of your clothes are thrown aside within seconds.

he’s heavy inside you, but unrelenting as you slam up and down on top of him. his hand still hasn’t left the gun, and neither has yours. he bites your lip and sends blood dripping down your chest, chasing each drop with his tongue. you can feel every twitch and every vein of his cock- and when he presses the barrel of the gun against his chest and clicks the safety off you almost finish.

his hand snakes down to rub circles on your clit and you lean your entire weight on the gun, bracing yourself against his shoulder. you throw your head back and bare your neck to jerome as you finish. both of his hands come down to grip your hips and hold you in place as he erratically thrusts up into you.

you trail the gun down between your two bodies which finally sends jerome over the edge.

and when you wake up trapped in his arms, the gun is still safely tucked in your hand.

[angelofthenight]

Ed: My (s/o)’s been listening to these true crime podcasts and now they know too much

Ed: they just said,

You: “bodies don’t float if you puncture the lungs”

Ed: So if I go missing TELL THE COPS THEY DID IT

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

Bruce Wayne Head Canons

Bruce and Y/N met in their early childhood when Y/N's family and bruces meet at a fancy gala for the influential families in gotham.

They bond over their shared loneliness, as both are somewhat isolated due to their families status.

They often stuck together at the fancy parties they were made to go to.

After the death of bruces' parents, Bruce changed a lot due to the trauma. Bruce eventually found comfort in Y/N during it, accepting his friends support.

Y/N was quietly supportive, offering an understanding ear and a shoulder to lean on, helping Bruce cope with his grief. However, he never treated Bruce like glass, which he appreciated.

As children, they were often affectionate exchanging hugs when they thought the other needed them.

Bruce always brought him as his plus one or his date to events and obligations even before they began dating.

As they entered their teenage years, Y/N started to realize he had feelings for Bruce, finding himself attracted to his deep sense of justice and pretty face though he kept it hidden due to the worryof disrupting their friendship.

Bruce became fiercely protective of Y/N and took on the role of the knight in shining armour/guard dog

After a heartfelt confession from Y/N, they decided to date officially, navigating the vulnerabilities that surfaced due to their childhood history. Bruce often took Y/N on spontaneous dates that they both would enjoy.

Bruce is protective, obviously because they live in gotham.

In their relationship, Y/N often serves as the grounding force for Bruce.

Alfred is the one who sat them both down to give them the talk.

They experiment with intimacy, from soft, passionate kisses to playful teasing. Bruce loves to surprise Y/N with romantic gestures that lead to intimate moments, like candlelit dinners that end in deep kisses and heated discussions about their feelings.

After sex both are quite nurturing, often holding each other close and whispering reassuring words.

Y/N helps Bruce manage the challenges of being the vigilante while maintaining their relationship.

Y/N helps clean Bruce up after Bruce spent the night going around gotham as a vigilante

Tagging : @r0ttingpvppy

[amomentsescape]

Its me again! The Riddler and penguin simp >:] Can I request a Reader x Riddler/Oswald (they will be separate) where reader saves them from a dangerous situation. I was thinking hurt/comfort kind of thing but I will leave it to you

Reader Saving Oswald and Edward

Oswald Cobblepot x Reader, Edward Nygma x Reader (Separate)

Warnings: Mentions of blood, guns, bombs, violence, & foul language

A/N: Hopefully you're okay with these written as headcanons!

Oswald Cobblepot

Your safety had always been his number one priority

So he made you promise early on that if anything were to happen to him, you'd run far far away

He'd sacrifice his life for you, but he'd never want you to do the same

However, that promise was tested when you happened to be at the right place at the right time

You overheard some hushed voices around the corner

And although you would have normally ignored it, you heard your partner's name fall from their lips

They were discussing the next hit, and it happened to be the one person you weren't willing to risk

And so that fateful night, you ran towards Oswald's club, trying to get there to warn him before it was too late

But unfortunately, shots were already echoing throughout the air by the time you had arrived

You knew that if you ran in there, you'd be risking your life for his

You'd be breaking the vow you made

But as another shot rang out, the decision was made

You sprinted in the building and kept your head low

You searched everywhere until you saw a small trail of blood leading into a dark corner

On instinct, you followed it

And you immediately found Oswald propped up against the wall, a bloody wound in his shoulder

The moment his eyes found yours, his tired gaze became terrified

"No, no, no! Get out of here! Leave!" he yelled at you

You'd never seen him so angry with you before

"I'm getting you out of here!" you replied

You helped him up and despite his fear, he let you do so

You managed to lead him out the back, thankful for the first time ever that the GCPD were there to distract the gunmen

And the moment you had him outside, he was pulling away from you, staring at you with wide eyes

"What the hell were you thinking? You were supposed to be at home! You could have gotten yourself killed!"

You began to tear up at this

"You could have died, Oswald!" you shouted back

"Better me than you!"

Your sobs finally broke through the night

"I can't lose you! Please, please, don't be mad..." your voice cracked

And with that, his anger dropped

"I-I'm sorry, my dear," his voice quiet, "I just don't know what I would do if something happened to you"

You shook your head, "And that's how I feel towards you"

He finally pulled you into a warm embrace with his good arm, shushing you

"You've saved my life in every way. I'm sorry"

You kissed him at that, finally beginning to lead him out of the alley

Edward Nygma

As intelligent as The Riddler was, there was still a part of him that was just Ed

The Ed who loved you and wanted to protect you at all costs

So when the police showed up one night and threatened to take you away to Arkham for helping him, he gave in

He turned himself in to protect you

You remember the screams and tears you let out, the cursing towards the police as they took him away

His sad eyes just stared back at you

That pain truly didn't compare to anything you had experienced in the past

He had already been to the asylum before, and he refused to have you endure everyone and everything there

That is why you knew you had to save him

He'd likely spend the rest of his life in there if nothing was done

Would he be upset? Yes

Would he likely berate you for being so careless? Absolutely

But you knew he'd do it for you

It took weeks of planning and meetings with some not-so-great people

But you found a way

During one of the guard's rotations, you planted the bomb on the nearest wall

And the moment it went off, all hell broke loose

Inmates were laughing and yelling as they sprinted through the hole

Guards were already shouting and beginning to make their way to the sight

But you waited

And right before it seemed doomed, he stepped through

His eyes found yours instantly, and you could see his eyes flash between disbelief, worry, and anger

He immediately began running with you until you were far enough away

And the moment you stopped, he gripped his hands around your arms

"You must be insane! What were you thinking?!" he spat at you

"I couldn't just let you rot in there!"

"Well, now you certainly have a warrant out against you! It wasn't worth it!"

You hugged him in response, the tears making it impossible to respond any further

"Please, Ed. You would have done the same for me."

He slightly relaxed at this, knowing you were right

"Just- please don't do something like this again. Promise me"

You looked up at him and slowly shook your, causing him to furrow his brows

"I can only make promises I'll keep, Ed," you softly smiled

[arjudy224]

The Intern: Outreach Gala

Another uneventful day for Gotham's environmental intern...

The Intern: Gotham x reader

Prequel: Death of a family

The Intern: Day one

The Intern: The Laughing Fish

The Intern Field Trip

The Intern: Busy Work

The Intern: Outreach Gala

The Intern: Teachers Pet

The Intern: Visiting an old friend

The Intern: Chemical Valley

The Intern: Billionaire Boys Club

Gotham's public library appears unrecognizable under the cloak of night. Broad leaves shroud the outside exterior of the Gothic pillars while ivy cascades down the large door frames. Harris raises an eyebrow.

"How many forests do you think Wayne destroyed in his quest to save the planet?" He questions with a smirk.

Each grey hair is perfectly gelled out of his face. Ditching his glasses for the occasion, Dr. Harris may actually care about tonight's guests. The bouncer outside the door seemed to think the dress code was not a laughing matter.

Taking his extended arm, I roll my eyes. The security guy nods to the two of us as we walk through the door.

"Professor, if you keep saying things like that Gordon's going to question your stances on Gotham's resident Eco-terrorist. " I whisper with a smile. "....but at least 12."

Thanks to the joint collaboration between Wayne Industries, Goth-corp, and the Gotham Department of Environmental Protection. Gotham City is hosting its first Environmental Outreach Gala for the nearby tri-state area.

My heart flutters a little bit as a realization hits me. I’m actually here… surrounded by giants in clean energy and the scientific community alike. Award-winning journalists... All for the future of our planet. Passing my reflection, I smile thinking of how far I’ve come from that little river rat back at home.

A figure in the corner of my eye draws my thoughts away from the Grandma debrief. Dick Grayson, the Billionaire’s son, charms the group of ladies by his side. I take a mental note to find time to talk to him when there isn’t such a big crowd. It's been a long time since we last spoke.

The walls echo with the idle chatter coming from the rich socialites of Gotham. Waiters in tuxedos maneuver silently with a tray of champagne flutes in each hand. Considering, that most environmental professionals wear cargo pants from the early 2000s to work... the dress code was definitely a choice. I scan the room for familiar faces. Gordon flashes me a smile from across the room. I nod back. The Mayor works his way around the room with a large smile. It must be an election year.

My throat gets tight. I'm not ready for this. Looking to my right, I find that Dr. Harris has vanished into the crowd.

"Y/N L/N?" A voice calls distracting me from my nerves.

A well-dressed man strolls over. Something about him puts me on edge. Maybe it's his wicked smile or the large emerald ring on his outstretched hand. He walks with an easy air of confidence.

"Lex Luthor."

My heart does a little tap dance in my chest. The tight fabric of my rental dress makes it hard to breathe. I shake his hand politely. The party-goers go quiet around us. From the corner of my eye, Lois Lane, an investigative reporter from Metropolis, shoves through the crowd. So much for being a fly on the wall.

"I recently worked with a Professor of yours. She had a lot to say about your graduate proposal."

This cannot be happening. Memories of those long fights in the lab flash in the back of my mind. Mr. Luthor's cat-like gaze observes my reaction curiously.

I cover my face in embarrassment. That woman deserves hate mail. I could have at least been asked to type or spell-check it beforehand.

"To be frank, I originally chose the topic to get a rise outta her. Dr. Hendrix had me doing dishes for 3 weeks straight after I accidentally messed up a sample, so I wrote a proposal I knew she wouldn't like."

When I finally uncover my face, Luthor stares down at me with an amused grin.

"Even so. I'd like to discuss potential funding opportunities in Metropolis. If this is something you would think up out of boredom, I'd love to see what you can do when you put your mind to it."

That brings a smile to my face.

"Really? Everyone who I've brought it up to has been apprehensive about researching Kryptionian radiation.

"We need more scientists to ask questions Ms. L/N. Even the ones, that people don't want to know the answer to. "

The sullen green glow draws my eye once again to Mr. Luthor's ring finger... Wait, that's not an emerald. That's Kryptonite.

"Is this a personal interest of yours?" I ask slowly glancing between his eyes and his ring.

"In some ways."

An unspoken conversation occurs when he notices my acknowledgement of his strange choice of jewelry. The silence only creates more questions. Why would you wear something you know is irradiated?

"I hope to hear from you soon." Mr. Luthor concludes after handing me a business card, "There is always a spot at Lexcorp for a future scientist with your talents."

I stand there in silence watching him leave. The sleek modern design of the card lists only the bare essentials: his name, office address, and contact information in silver lettering.

Four hours ago, I was hauling boxes for the decorating committee. Huh. A nearby waiter offers a champagne flute from the tray. Respectfully, I turn them down. This dress costs more than my rent.

“Oh no. Thank you. I am… working.”

"Does work-life balance not apply to interns?” A voice interrupts.

I try not to roll my eyes at the "intern" comment. The constant reminders of my status are getting old. Starting at his perfectly buffed dress shoes, my gaze drags along the fabric of his black designer suit. Dick Grayson sure does like to make an entrance. With his dark curls and friendly blue eyes, his familiar smile knocks over my defenses. Sipping on his drink, he waits for my response with a teasing grin. His energy is contiguous. I ignore his question to ask my own instead.

“Has anyone told you that you tend to appear out of nowhere?”

His striking eyes light up with a mischievous glint.

“You have no idea.” He laughs, "It's nice to see you back in Gotham. It's been a long time."

"It has. From the rumors, you have been up to quite a bit of trouble." I joke gesturing to the envious eyes from across the room.

He raises a curious eyebrow.

“Good things I hope?”

Glancing around the room, I ignore the dozen eyes staring daggers in my direction. Academia can be such a bitch.

“Nothing too crazy: a few murders, unfounded accusations, and you might be an alien?”

Dick grimaces while tilting his head ever so slightly. He swirls his drink, yet doesn't take a sip.

“Sounds about right. Anything you believe? “

I pause... Do I play coy?

“I’m not sure an alien could do a quadruple summersault.”

Something flashes in his eyes that I don’t quite understand. For a moment, I wonder if I should have held my tongue. His suspicion morphs into the first genuine smile I've seen all evening.

“You’ve kept tabs on me Y/N.”

Before I can respond, a scream causes the ballroom to descend into chaos. Vines shoot out from under the floorboards while the native plants start attacking the guest. A woman with flaming red hair paces the floor. Her vines wrap around each person one by one…. A thorny bush springs out of a fallen leaf snagging my delicate rental dress.

Dammit Pamela. We talked about this.

Glancing at the bartender's horrified expression, I frown.

“I change my mind. I’ll have that drink now.”

[gothichamster]

Freak Show [NSFW]

Hey guys my requests are still open. I’ve just been dealing with school stuff for a while. I’m happy that it’s spring break, so I can finally write again.

Summary: You used to be Jerome’s best friend. Things changed once your parents divorced and you left Gotham. Years later, you see Jerome on the news. You’re shocked, but has he changed?

You always loved the circus. It’s big and majestic. The clowns are hilarious, and the acrobats are depth defying. The smell of popcorn and elephant dung fill the air as you look around at the lights. Every time they came to town, you’d attend, and each evening would be magical.

You were sitting in the front row, when he spotted you. Jerome Valeska. He was definitely a handsome devil, but you weren’t drawn to good looks. He was charming, and tempted you into staying later after the show. You got along with him, somehow, seeing the humanity that once inhabited him.

“Most people see us as freaks.” Jerome says, looking at you in deep thought. “You’re the only person that sees through that.”

“Well, you’re human, aren’t you?” You say, quietly. “We all have feelings and emotions.”

Jerome looked into your eyes. If he’d kiss you then, maybe things would’ve worked out. He’d run away with you, leave the circus. But, he missed the chance to. He sees you leave, making his heart sink.

He killed his mom that very night.

A year goes by.

When you got back to Gotham, things had changed. You didn’t feel safe walking the streets alone. You’d always have a friend. One night, your roommate was out, leaving you home alone. You were watching the news, seeing a familiar face. Jerome had just raided the GCPD, creating chaos. He was unhinged, completely. You stood back, gasping.

You could see the madness in his eyes. You remembered them clearly. Blue with greenish flakes. He was just as bad as everyone said he was.

You heard rustling from the kitchen. The window was wide open.

You walked around the kitchen cautiously. Turning around, you noticed a knife missing. Jerome jerked behind you, pulling a knife to your throat.

“Hey (Name), did ya miss me?” Jerome says, madness twinkling in his eyes.

You gasp. “Jerome! Please don’t-“

“Relax~, I’m not gonna hurt ya.” Jerome lowers the knife. “I just wanted to see ya.”

You smile sheepishly, still terrified. “It’s been a long time, Jerome.”

He strokes your hair. “I know.” He whispered, his voice low and husky. “You’re just as pretty as I remember.”

“Jerome, I-“ You were cut off by Jerome’s chapped lips.

“Shh.” He whispered. “Don’t ruin the moment.” He kisses along your neck, biting it softly.

You blush, not pulling away. “You still have feelings for me, huh?”

“What do you think?” Jerome scoffs, nuzzling his face into your neck.

You feel his hands riding up your shorts. You push back slightly. “Jerome..”

“Just let me have this once.” He pouts, and you can’t deny that he doesn’t look incredibly cute when he begs.

You nod your head, a simple invitation that sets him wild. He lifts you up, kissing you from your cheek to your neck. He takes off his pants, springing out his cock. He rubs the shaft with his hands, getting hard enough.

You bite your lip, taking off your shorts and underwear. You sit up on your bed, spreading your legs.

Jerome was almost drooling. He looks down at you, then at his cock. “Now, you’re just teasing.”

You blush more, looking forward at his cock. He was bigger than you remember. Thick and veiny. He presses the tip against her clit, coaxing it inside her.

You let out a loud moan. “Ohh~! Mmpf-.” Jerome covers your mouth. You gulp against his hand as he began to thrust into you. His hips were hitting a rhythm that made your eyes roll back.

You gasped, feeling his other hand sneak up your throat, squeezing tightly. He pulls you into a furious kiss, his tongue slipping through your lips. He rocks his hips against you in an earth-shattering pace. You were close to your climax, and so was he.

He slammed into you over and over, making sure he was reaching his climax.

“J-Jerome!” You peeped. “I’m close~.”

“Yes.. I’m close too.” Jerome goes faster and faster, slamming against your clit.

You feel the white heat washing over you as you hit your orgasm. You’re panting and sweating. Jerome pulls out quickly as his seed spills out against your bedsheets.

“I’m gonna have to clean that up.” You pant heavily.

Jerome nuzzled his face in your neck, giggling. “I know~.”