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capr1pengu1n · 3 months ago

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Hi! Hihihi! big fan here!

I am fiending for something mouth watering, torturing, jaw dropping smutty fun with our boy from Assault on Arkham. Female reader please. Maybe she's a nurse working a shift at Arkham or a therapist or care tech? I'm just seeing total domination, daddydom/zaddy type vibes. But feel free to do whatever you feel.

Thank you for your time and consideration!!

Tata~!

Corrupting the young with your uncivil tongue

Summary: While on shift at Arkham Asylum, what should be a routine check on an injured inmate turns into something a whole lot more.

Warnings: 18+ smut, fem reader (no use of y/n), Assault on Arkham!Eddie, dom/sub dynamics, praise and degradation, choking, rough sex, fingering, face fucking

Words: 4.4k

Notes: Thank you so much sweetheart, you're too kind! This gave me an excuse to rewatch his scenes on yt (mgg really is one of the perfect voice actors for him, even with his sometimes dodgy vocal deliveries)

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Being a nurse meant seeing the truly ugly side of Arkham Asylum; the dangerous patients always being one movement away from lashing out at times. You didn't mind your job, in fact it was rather rewarding at times to help those you could, being able to feel as if you were making a difference in this cesspool of a city.

But many of the inmates you knew you couldn't trust, dangerous criminal masterminds who were constantly using Gotham City as a battleground for their many wars with the batman. And you knew deep down that The Riddler was one of those men. But still, he'd been nothing but...kind.

Well, maybe kind is a little bit too strong of a word. But he'd always been one of your better patients, never giving you too much trouble. And you couldn't deny the tiny part of you that lit up when you saw his name on your rota, no matter how much you pushed the feeling down in the crevices of your mind. His snarky smile would always be waiting for you when you administered the pills that he most likely just hid under his tongue, or to patch him up whenever his big mouth got him into trouble.

It seems today was one of those days, as you made your way to the rather empty infirmary and saw Edward laying in bed, flicking through a book without a care with one hand, the other handcuffed to the side. The doctor that saw to him had been rushed off his feet, rumblings of a mass riot causing all of the staff to be more overworked that usual, if that was even possible for a place like this. Still, you stood by his bed and closed the privacy curtain.

"There you are sweetheart, I was beginning to believe i'd been forgotten about. A distressing thought, i'll have you know."

You can't help but laugh softly at his dramatics, as he lowers the book to his side to give you a look at his face. A cut was across his cheek, not overly deep.

"Ah yes, this. Well that'll teach me not to display my mental superiority at dinner time, lest i'm slashed again. I really should have enacted some sort of revenge before one of the idiotic guards blundered in."

"Does it hurt?"

"Nothing more than a scratch, my dear."

There's that smile again, self-satisfied and smug, but with a hint of something else. He adjusts himself so he's sat more upright, watching with sharp eyes as you look through his medical chart, not missing the slight confusion on your features.

"Does anywhere else hurt?"

"If i say my chest, will I get to remove this horrid jumpsuit?"

You flush in spite of yourself, laughing softly at his insinuation which delights him greatly. Placing the chart down, you look back at him as he adjusts himself yet again.

"I see no reason why you'd need to stay, I can call for you to be escorted back to your cell now."

"Yes about that," he starts, looking around in a dramatic manner, "why is there no guard here anyway? Don't tell me they hardly see me as a threat? I'll have you know I-"

Shaking your head, you interrupt him. "No no, there's rumors of a riot starting. Everyone is on high alert. And it seems that there's a mistake on your chart...it says you have a broken leg. I doubt they thought you'd get very far."

The momentary annoyance of being interrupted dissipated when he heard your words, and he lets out a bark of a laugh.

"Oh the ineptitude of these fools truly never fails to amuse me." With a smirk, he tilts his head as he looks at you before continuing. "But i'm sure a girl like you wouldn't have made a mistake like that."

At his praise, you can't help the flush of pride that swirls in your chest despite who he is, as you smile softly. Pleased with the way you respond, he reaches up and gently tugs you closer to the bed by your arm.

"Does it take truly so little to flatter you?" he asks, causing you to look away for a moment before he squeezes your arm. "No. Look at me."

You do as he says, looking at his eyes through his glasses, before nodding a little. "I guess not..."

"Pity." he murmurs, looking at your chest unashamedly. "I'd have thought you'd be used to compliments, looking like that."

You feel the embarrassment and excitement bubble up in you at his words, despite your better judgement, despite the fact that a criminal mastermind is flirting with you and you like it. Forcing yourself to clear your head, you glance away yet again.

"Thank you."

"No problem darling."

Before turning to leave, he coughs slightly to get your attention.

"Hold on a moment. You really think it's a good idea to go out there? You said it yourself, a riot could break out at any moment." he declares, his eyes firmly fixed on yours.

"Well...yes. I could always go with the guards, they'd protect me."

"I could protect you." he says without missing a beat, without blinking. The look of shock must be evident on your face as you look at him.

"Why would you do that?"

"Why do I do anything?" he challenges, the rattle of the handcuff cutting through the room.

"...you do things when they benefit you." you say softly, trying to match his gaze.

"Exactly. Or maybe I want to protect the pretty nurse who always turns a blind eye when I don't swallow my pills."

"I-I don't-"

"Don't lie sweetheart, it doesn't suit you."

Hesitating, you glance down to where his hand is cuffed to the bed. This is a bad idea, an awful idea and you know it. But your apprehension is delicious to him, and he leans in as best he can.

"And you like the idea, don't you? Of The Riddler's protection?"

You swallow audibly, not denying his accusation. "I can't...i'm not Harley Quinn or anything, i'm not gonna go running off with a psycho-"

"Don't call me that." he snaps harshly, his tone serious and even making you flinch a little. Upon realising, he clears his throat a little in an attempt to calm down. "I'm not trying to dump you in a vat of acid to prove your devotion darling. I'm simply saying I could protect you."

Upon being under your gaze yet again, he puts on a smirk. "Besides, I'm not blind. The way you look at me is quite different than the way the other dimwitted orderlies do. It's...refreshing."

You release a breath, shaky and slow as you weigh up your options here. If a riot does break out...he probably could protect you. And it's not like he has any reason to harm you, right? Nodding slightly, you try and come up with some pathetic excuse before he interrupts you.

"What time is it?"

Slightly bewildered by the question, you glance at your small watch and reply, "About 7."

He hums, rolling his neck. "Might be a good idea to get me out of these handcuffs sweetheart."

Frowning, you go to ask him why before the power goes out. The room is plunged into darkness, causing you to jump at the sharp noise of the lights going. Frantically you stumble to try and head backwards before you feel a hand grasp at your waist, and suddenly you're pressed against a man's broad chest.

"Okay, I may have lied about needing your help to get out of the cuffs." Edward murmurs, before laughing smugly.

Panic sets in as you scramble to get away from him, but he only laughs harder and uses both hands to hold you still.

"Oh please stop struggling. You know I could overpower you. But I meant what I said darling, I'll protect you." he coos into your ear, and you can feel the satisfaction radiating from his smile in waves as he lets go of your arm.

"Now, be a good girl and barricade the door when the lights come back on."

"How do you know the light's will-"

With a bang, the lights come back on, and on instinct you follow his instructions. Regardless of the morally dubious actions of the serial killer you've found yourself with, you know how bloody Arkham riots can get, so self preservation wins out as you take a chair and push it against the door. Barricading yourself in with The Riddler.

He watches you carefully, half expecting you to make a run for it, but being slightly relieved when you trail back to him. "Good."

"How did you know when the lights would go off?"

"You're a smart girl darling, figure it out."

He must have known about the riot, hell he might have planned it. But what you couldn't understand was...

"You planned the riot, or at least knew. But why aren't..." you pause, as he steps closer, too close, "why aren't you trying to escape?"

He chuckles, lifting his hand to cup your chin. "Oh you naive girl. You think I orchestrated this just to escape? Perhaps I was wrong about you, or perhaps you're just too modest."

Observing the look of realisation on your face, he strokes his thumb along your cheekbone. "You can't taste it until you undress it, what am I?"

You can't deny the hitch in your breath at his, albeit cheesy riddle, which causes him to laugh more. "The answer isn't what you're probably thinking, but it's still an apt description of what I want to do to you."

What he wants to do to you. That's all you can hear rattling away in your brain as you let him stroke your cheek, down to the side of your neck.

"And trust me my dear, I want to do a lot of things to you."

"Like what?" you ask, the words spitting out without processing, but he smirks anyway.

"You want me to tell you? Tell you how much I want to dominate you completely? Have you completely at my mercy, as this whole asylum tears itself apart from the inside on my orders?"

You couldn't suppress the small whimper that escapes your lips even if you tried, as you nod your head. Instead, he moves his hand to wrap around your throat, slender fingers gently squeezing.

"How about I show you?" he rasps out, before slamming his lips against yours. It's all consuming, the way he keeps you still with his grip as his tongue forces it's way into your mouth. He explores every inch, reveling in the small moans he swallows as he uses his other hand to grab your hips, pulling you against him so you can feel the bulge straining against the garish orange jumpsuit.

"Get on your knees." he growls out against your lips, and you drop obediently. "Good girl, you're learning your place."

Not deterred by his condescending words, you gaze up at him as his fingers fiddle with the zipper of his jumpsuit, freeing himself after a moment. Your eyes immediately dart to his hard cock, watching as he pumps himself a few times and gently rests it on your cheek.

"A man can get certain...urges in a place like this. A lesser man would have probably resorted to his own hand to achieve momentary gratification, but I knew...I knew if I waited, victory would be all the more sweet."

He taps his cock on your lips, and you open and let your tongue gently run along the head. Gritting his teeth, he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls, keeping you still and not allowing you the privilege of tasting him just yet.

"Ask me nicely. Tell me you've wanted me the same way." he demands.

"I've wanted you." you reply, staring up and giving him the most pleading expression you can muster. "I've always been attracted to you, I've always wanted you Edward."

He groans quietly, running his cock along your lips once again, humming appreciatively as you seem to have learnt your lesson in keeping your tongue to yourself.

"I do love you saying my name. But I think a different word is in order, after all, i'm here protecting you."

You know he's desperate for validation, desperate to feel superior and in control, but god you want to give it to him so badly.

"I've always wanted you sir." you ammend.

"That or 'master' will do." he smirks down at you, before tapping his dick against your lips deliberately. Getting the hint, you open up and let him push your head. Luckily he gives you the grace to not shove his whole length down your throat, pushing you halfway before letting you set the pace. You get to work immediately, bobbing your head as you suck, blinking up at him to observe his reactions.

You can't deny he looks stunning, his frown and brow lines relaxing as he lets you service him, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment to truly indulge in your wet mouth. He'd been in Arkham a few weeks now, and if what he said about relieving himself was true, it really had been a while since he felt such carnal pleasure.

As he opens his eyes again, he looks down at you once more, stroking your hair as you moan softly around his cock. While he certainly isn't going to admit it, he's relieved you were so eager to get on your knees for him, happy he got the signals right, happy he wouldn't have to admit that his lust was unrequited, what's he thinking, he's the riddler! Any woman would be lucky to have him, he's a specimen -

His thoughts are stopped when you push further, taking him deeper into your throat before pulling away for breath, taking him in your soft hand and jerking him. He let's out a slightly higher pitched noise, before growling and gripping your hair with both hands.

"Arms behind your back dear, let's see if I was right to choose you."

You do what he instructs, taking a deep breath before he pushes his cock into your willing mouth. This time he doesn't hold back, holding you in place as he thrusts shallowly into your mouth, before pushing deeper. Suppressing the urge to gag, you moan brokenly around him as your fingernails dig into your own arms, willing against your body's natural instinct to put your hands on his thighs and push against him. Instead you behave, letting him fuck your mouth and take his pleasure from you.

The look on your face has him getting close rather quick for his liking, but he's way too desperate to care. Glazed eyes, spit covered lips and chin from where his cock is pushing out your saliva, he thinks you look gorgeous. His one hand remains in your hair as his other grips your jaw.

"So good for me...fuck, almost makes me wish I hadn't had those idiots cut power to the cameras in here. Seeing my favourite nurse choking on my cock..."

He moans softly, cock pulsing as he gets nearer his climax. Rhythm faltering, he desperately ruts into your throat, wanting to cum so badly it almost hurts. All the while he's mumbling and muttering how slutty you are, how much this is usually beneath him, how good your mouth feels until-

"I'm gonna cum, you're gonna, shit, swallow it...swallow it all." he demands, before his hips still as he pumps his cum down your throat. Choking, you do your best to swallow all he gives you before he releases the death grip on your hair. You pull away and gasp shallowly for oxygen.

"What do you say?" he says condescendingly, although you don't miss the laboured breathing that betrays his excitement.

"Thank you." you start, but the firm tap on your cheek gives you the incentive to rephrase, "Thank you sir."

"Better. You know how few people can say they've had the privilege of The Riddler fucking their face?"

Despite how fucked up morally you know it is, you can't help but feel slight pride at his words, knowing that it's you who he chose to sleep with. He tugs you up by the arm, before humming and squishing your cheeks together, tilting your face from side to side as he appraises you.

"How about you lay on the bed." he says, and despite the phrasing, you can infer from his tone that he's not asking. So you do, hearing the cheap infirmary bed creak as you lay down. Outside you can vaguely hear noises, yells and chants mostly, but you try your best to tune it out as Edward makes quick work of ridding you of your nurse uniform. He gives a wolf whistle, smirking shamelessly.

"Not bad at all." he mumbles, which you assume is quite high praise for him, as he gropes your tits roughly. "I knew I wasn't wrong to have been taken by your looks. It's a bonus you have half a brain in there somewhere."

Feeling a little mean, he gives one of your breasts a sharp slap, grinning as you flinch and squirm. He repeats the motion, and again for a third time on the other one, before soothingly massaging the tender skin.

Before long, he can't resist parting your legs to get a good view of your dripping cunt, needy and pulsing after being treated so roughly by him.

"Oh poor thing." he coos, the falseness of his sympathy only adding to your arousal. "Do you need master's help?"

You can only nod pitifully, as he brings his fingers to your clit and circles slowly, as if observing the consequences of his actions. At your hips jerking, he uses his other hand to pin you firmly to the bed, the structure squeaking under the weight. He continues to play with your clit, alternating his pace and rhythm to keep you on edge, never quite allowing you to reach the peak of the satisfaction he could bestow upon you.

"Such a needy hole, look at it. It's just begging to be filled, isn't it?" he asks, to which you nod again. In response, he slaps your cunt harshly. "If i wanted to talk to myself, i'd have simply jerked off in the safety of my isolated cell. Speak."

"Yes, yes I want to be filled." You say quickly, embarrassment fading away to let the desperation uncurl its claws in your mind. Seemingly satisfied, he slowly pushes two fingers into your pussy, barely suppressing the groan at how wet and hot you feel.

Starting to pump his digits, he curls them to press into your g spot, watching as you tense and make soft moans at the sensation. His other hand wraps around your neck, smirking at your wanton desperation.

"So quick and eager to have a criminal's fingers inside of you. And a nurse at that, don't you have a duty of care?" he taunts sadistically, languishing in your shame and embarrassment as he keeps fucking you harshly with his fingers. You try and shake your head, but you can't with how he's choking you ever so slightly; a reminder that your life is in the hands of one of Gotham's most feared supervillians. And your cunt has never been wetter.

But you aren't the only one affected. Edward was never the type of man to be able to go multiple rounds, and age didn't exactly help that fact. But whether it was being in the Asylum, his abstaining from self pleasure, or just you, he was hard as a rock again and itching to know what your pussy might be like around him.

"Please..." you start to beg, slightly dazed from the onslaught of sensations.

"Please what, hm? Please stop? Please fuck me? Oh please I want to be fucked by the greatest intellectual this city has ever known?"

You can hardly digest the intense self importance he's displaying as you nod again as best you can. "Please fuck me sir."

"Getting better, but say it louder. More conviction. I'm not an easy man to please." he threatens, moving his fingers faster, practically bullying the inside of your pussy as he releases the grip on your neck, allowing merciful oxygen to grace your airways.

"Please sir, please fuck me. Please make me yours, your slut. Please." you beg between moans, body tensing.

"I will." he assures you, pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his face to observe your fluids, "but you should know, you became my slut when you so willingly got on your knees for me."

He grabs your hips and pulls you towards him as he kneels firmly on the bed, grabbing a pillow and stuffing it under you. You almost voiced your thanks at the action, before he rubs the head of his cock on your sensitive clit.

"Once more, for good luck."

What an asshole, he doesn't even believe in luck, you think to yourself, but the stimulation on your core was leaving your breathless and needy, so you indulge him.

"Please fuck me master, I need you. I need The Riddler."

Playing into his ego, his persona, almost always works (not that you know that, opting for an educated guess instead) and he rewards you by sinking into your pussy, moaning uncharacteristically higher pitched. Once he bottoms out inside of you, he takes a moment to really take in the scene in front of him, before grabbing hold of your hips and starting to move.

You moan, the fingering causing your cunt to already be sensitive and on fire with urgency as he starts to fuck you. He bends over you, taking his glasses off and placing them at your side before starting to move his hips faster, determined to rid you of any other thought but him.

"That's it, fuck, go dumb on my cock for me." he encourages, as your eyes glaze over. "My dumb little nurse, so willing to spread her legs."

Not being able to deny his accusation, you simply hold on to his arms for dear life as he picks up the pace even more, thrusting into you and watching your cunt soak his cock in your wetness.

"Making such a goddamn mess." he grunts, leaning down and slapping your clit for the sake of it.

You whine at that, body jerking in response as he chokes out a small chuckle. Soothing it, he rubs circles with his thumb in time with his thrusts, content with the noises of pleasure that fall from your lips. Outside, the noise of the riot were obvious now, and he uses it to his advantage.

"What if someone were to see? Would they think i forced myself on you? Or would they see you for what you truly are? A whore who wanted one of her patients to fuck her." he demeans you, and all you can do is attempt to shake your head.

He tuts, leaning so his breath tickles your lips. "I told you, lying doesn't suit you sweetheart."

Perhaps you were a whore, for wanting a man like Edward to make you feel something, but you can't hope to deny that what he's making you feel is good, so damn good.

"I'm a whore." you mumble quietly, before he groans. He feels your walls tightening around him, can feel the way your body is tensing as you near release.

"Say it properly, and i'll let you cum all over The Riddler's cock. How about that?" he says it like he's giving you a gift, something so unbelievable that you should be grateful he even considered it. But either way, you give in.

"I'm a whore, i'm your whore sir." you manage to get out between punishing thrusts, nails digging into the meat of his biceps. "I'm The Riddler's whore."

He moans, slamming into you with conviction. "You're damn right you are."

You're unsure if that meant you had permission to cum, but between his thrusts and his thumb playing with your clit, you knew you couldn't stop it as you cum hard around him. Your back arches, giving him a hell of a sight as he chases his own orgasm brutally.

"Yes that's it, take it. Take what i give you...take my cum, god you're so lucky. So privileged, so-"

He cuts himself off with a groan, mumbling your name as he buries himself completely inside of you as he finishes. You squirm softly at the warmth of the sensation, but not being able to go anywhere due to the death grip he has on your thighs; you're most certainly going to have bruises.

After a few blissful moments, he pulls out, admiring how your cunt flutters around nothing before his cum slowly leaks from your used hole. He gently reaches down and collects some on the tip of his finger, before pushing it back inside, laughing at your overstimulated gasp.

"There. Now wasn't that more enjoyable than running to the guards for help."

Giving him a sweaty nod, he climbs off of you and fixes him jumpsuit, before rolling his shoulders and standing up. You force yourself to sit up a little, watching as he smirks.

"I'm a little ahead of schedule, I confess I was foreseeing a little more convincing on my part for you to let me bed you." he says, uncharacteristically self deprecating, now matter how slight.

"Ahead of schedule for what?" you ask, before your answer is revealed when he picks up an empty chair and smashes the window.

"Oh sweetheart, while I did want to fuck you, did you really think i'd not pass up the opportunity for escape? I think my sabbatical has reached it's conclusion." he announces, walking over and grabbing your wrist to look at your watch. "The morons should have neutralised the guard post by now, if they actually listened to what I had to say."

At your hesitance, he smirks as he lets go of your wrist and leans down to give you a lingering kiss. "Perhaps i'll visit you again, you certainly made quite the impression on me."

At a loss for words, you stutter out a quick "okay" before he turns and begins to climb out the window. Not before turning for one last look at you.

"I really should have left a mark, people need to know you're mine now. Get changed sweetheart, in my estimations you have about ten minutes."

With that, he's gone, and you're left on the bed, cum dripping from your cunt and sweat slowly evaporating from your naked skin. Still, you suppose, he did protect you from the riot.

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(perhaps one day I will include a daddy kink in my writing, but alas I fear today is not that day)

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godspeedviper · 10 months ago

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"Is a person cut in half, two people?"

Matthew Gray Gubler as The Riddler

#RIDDLER SHOULD BE GOTHAM CITY'S JIGSAW AND THAT IS FINAL!!!#but like if jigsaw was a theater kid #he wont stop rambling to everyone & desperately wants the other rogues to think he's cool & The Best #mgg is my ultimate fancast for riddler like he's perfect and has already voiced him in assault on arkham #character moodboard #matthew gray gubler #mgg #the riddler #dc riddler #edward nygma #edward nashton #gotham rogues #riddler x reader #ed nygma x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #saw 2004

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adhdnursegoat · 2 months ago

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Assault on Arkham

cw: fluffy goodness 😊

word count: 986

Edward leans against the doorway of your shared living room, the top few buttons of his white shirt and his tie loosened. He looks as smug as ever. You’re curled up on the sofa, flipping through a magazine while sipping on a cup of tea. As soon as you notice him, your eyes light up, and he gives you that smile—the one that sends a thrill down your spine, even after all this time.

“Welcome home, husband,” you say with a teasing lilt, setting your cup down on the side table.

He arches an eyebrow and strides over to you, sliding to the couch beside you. “Thank you, wife,” he replies smoothly, eyes twinkling behind his glasses. “Now, indulge me, my dear—how was your day?”

This is the ritual. Every time he comes back from his “work”, he asks you this question. It doesn’t matter that his life is filled with puzzles, schemes, danger, and heists, while yours is a mundane nine-to-five. He listens to you as if your day is just as thrilling as his. And for a moment, it feels like it is.

You stretch out your legs across his lap, getting comfortable. “Ugh, let me tell you what Karen did today,” you start, already feeling the irritation bubbling up at the mention of your co-worker's name. Edward’s attention is wholly focused, as if he’s about to hear the most intriguing riddle of his life. “She’s at it again—trying to take credit for my work! I mean, can you believe her?”

He makes a noise that is somewhere between a scoff and a chuckle. “How dare she,” he drawls, pinches the bridge of his nose as if this affront to you offends him on a personal level. “The nerve of that woman. Really…” Edward’s tone is casual, almost conversational, but you can see the glint of mischief in his eyes. He dramatically clasps one of your hands. “Should I pay her a visit, my love?”

You roll your eyes, pulling away from his grasp and swatting him on the arm. He flinches away with a cheeky grin. “No, you will not pay her a visit. I can handle Karen just fine on my own, thank you,” you say firmly, though you can’t help the smile that creeps onto your lips. You know he is joking… but you also know he is not.

It’s almost ridiculous how protective he can get, even over the small annoyances in your life. It’s also endearing and makes you feel like you are a queen.

“Very well,” he sighs, leaning back against the sofa. “I shall refrain from enacting my brilliant yet terrible revenge upon this Karen… for now. But do go on, I live for these tales of your daily conquests.”

You laugh, feeling the tension of the day start to dissipate. That’s the magic of this ritual—no matter how insignificant your problems seem in comparison to the criminal mastermind sitting next to you, he always makes them feel valid, important. It’s as if your grievances are his fun little puzzles to solve, and he savors each one with the same intensity he reserves for his grand schemes.

You continue, recounting every petty slight, every ridiculous email Karen sent, and every snarky comment she made. And Edward listens, nodding along, his eyes never straying from your face. He interjects now and then, offering his own brand of sarcastic commentary that has you snorting with laughter.

When you’re finally done venting, you feel lighter, like you’ve shed the weight of the day. “Honestly, I don’t know how you put up with my whining,” you say, shaking your head. “I’m nothing special… Just an office drone complaining about office drama.”

Edward shifts, twisting to rest his elbow on the back of the couch, a fist against his cheek. “Now, that,” he reaches out, gently taking your hand in his other, thumb brushing over your knuckles, “is where you’re entirely wrong.”

You blink at him, surprised by the sudden seriousness in his voice. “I am?”

“Absolutely,” he declares, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You are everything to me. Your stories, your frustrations, even your hatred of Karen—they’re all pieces of you. And you, my dear,” he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, “are my favorite little puzzle. Always changing, keeping me on my toes.”

Your heart skips a beat, the warmth of his gesture seeping into your skin. How does he always do this? How does he take something so mundane and make it feel like the most significant part of his world?

You squeeze his hand, feeling a rush of affection for this man who, despite his less-than-ideal ‘career,’ makes you feel like you’re the most important person in his life. “I love you, you know that?”

His blue eyes gleam, and he nods, releasing your hand only to slide his arm around your shoulders, pulling you fully into his lap. “I do,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear. “And I love you. This”— he gestures between the two of you— “is the best part of my day. I assure you.”

You snuggle further into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder as a contented sigh escapes you. “You’re pretty amazing,” you murmur, closing your eyes.

“I know,” he affirms with a chuckle, resting his cheek on top of your head.

In the quiet of your living room, with the weight of the day melting away, you hold onto this moment. The ritual of recounting your mundane life, of being with him, of knowing that no matter what, he’ll always be there to listen and make you feel like you matter. It’s these small, everyday acts of love that make up the intricate, beautiful puzzle of your marriage with Edward. And it's a puzzle you’ll never tire of piecing together.

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rae-raewrites · 1 year ago

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Sorry. I meant to say pegging all four Arkham Riddlers. Origins, Assault on Arkham, Arkham City, and Arkham Knight. 😅

Hcs? For absolutely having fun with the best boys? Nsfw? Oh my tell me more~

Arkham riddler pegging hc’s

Warning:minors DNI 🔞 includes pegging,begging,just a bit of humiliation,dirty talk,it’s Eddie so praise

Origins

Initially thinks your joking

You reiterate your not,he’s a little internally panicked

So their you had him,all needy on HIS bed,hard and blushing. Perfect

Lubing him up down their gives you a taste of how shy he is about this

He tries to to not whine that first initial thrust in to him but he simply can’t help himself.

Apart if him is telling him this is demeaning

Another is telling him this is wonderful and he should enjoy every minute of it

His much smaller ego finally gives in when you’re whispering in his ear what a good boy he is

“You’re my good boy aren’t you Ed?” “Mhm”

Just watching him grip the sheets for a little bit of anchoring makes you go in for deeper thrusts each time

His release absolutely was worth it.

He starts absolutely demanding it when he needs to get work done at home. Something to make his boring work more exciting.

Bending him over his desk at home is 100% recommend

AOA

It was idea that hit you at least a week ago when you two were indulging in each other.

So when you started to get into it again you brought it up and genuinely he seems a little surprised such a thing was something you’d be up for.

But then you get him all vulnerable and leaning on his desk

And the gasp he lets out would make anyone purr

One of genuine pleasure as he starts leaking pre from how enjoyable it is

He practically starts demanding you go rough with him

Swore you can see little tears as your more patient thrusts happen

“D-don’t stop! Please?”

Practically starts begging for it all the time. And here you thought you’re the one supposed to begging for him.

Arkham city

Initially he’s fully against,saying how he’s a top dog in gotham blah blah

But when you start teasing him down there the idea doesn’t seem so bad……..

Of course pain makes him apprehensive at first

But then you start finding where he REALLY likes it and all of suddenly he’s a little submissive brat begging for more

Loves when you make him anticipate that next thrust

Of course he’ll still want to be the more active player in both your pleasure romps but he’s willing to let you take the steering wheel sometimes……if you deserve it of course

“Fine I like it you naughty minx,what do want? An award? You’ll get no participation trophy from me! Oh-!”

Only for you to shut him him up all over again

Arkham knight

Months of working on race tracks and electric pressure plates left the poor man stiff and sore all over.So when you suggest taking the reins for an evening he’s apprehensive.

So used to being the dominant one for months on end and yet you suddenly thought you had the ability to do something better than him. Made him laugh out loud at first

But then you remind him how a genius should be praised in every way~

Turns out washing the bed,getting him into and nice warm bath and praising him to the moon and back is the best way to get him up for the idea

Of course dealing with getting bruised and scratched leads him to have a much higher tolerance for that first initial thrust than he thought

But then he starts keeping those eyes closed as he becomes a moaning little mess.

“Ah ah. No looking away baby, I know you have that photographic memory. It’s always done so good for you before~”

“Oh please my superior processese could be better spent doing something far more-“

Only for him to let out another desperate moan

After that evening he made it a point of it possibly occurring again if you really behave and actually help him get his conundrums ready.

He’d never openly admit it but it’s nice to be taken care of sometimes~

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starkidsimping · 3 months ago

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quandaryqueen · 2 years ago

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Fools Part II

Assault on Arkham Edward Nygma X Reader

After escaping a draining relationship, you find a way to restore the previous fervour for life... But fate had other plans.

Prepare yourself, this is going to be a long one.

Part I

"Oooh~" Coos Harley Quinn in intrigue. You try your best to remain apathetic, turning away and pretending you did not notice her. "I spy with my little eye, the Riddler's sweetheart!"

It irked you. Riddler's sweetheart? It's been a year since you walked away from him, but Harley does not have a way to know. It's not like a hiatus of Quandary can tell her of your split from Edward. You sigh, dropping the act. Of course Harley Quinn is here and of course, she just had to announce your presence.

"Quinn." You begrudgingly acknowledge her.

The former psychiatrist giggles before she launched herself to cling on your neck. "How's it goin' Quandie?"

"All was well until this happened." Or should I say, after this will happen. Whatever does Amanda Waller need you for? You've been clean for the past year, what could she possibly want from you?

With that revelation, everyone now knew that the casually-clothed person among them was the Riddler's former sidekick. Just your luck. It came to some fellow night crawlers that the Quandary's real identity is obscured despite being as well-known as the Riddler. Everyone knows who the Riddler is, Edward Nygma, but Quandary? Who knows? The only known details about them is their repertoire of prowess, the public debated that the mysterious figure is a multi-talented individual...

Who would have thought Y/N L/N, co-owner of the quaint cafe in 19th Street is Gotham's most wanted criminal Quandary? Amanda Waller apparently.

Ever since you walked out of the Riddler's workshop, slipped your ring off, you've abandoned your identity. You were no longer the Quandary to his Riddler and you were no longer L/N-Nygma. Everything was going fine without him but then these people decided to fuck you over. You've yet to know what was up, but fuck it, things like these succeed in seldom.

Introductions are far from needed, everyone seems to be getting along already, the nanobomb in your neck can attest to the bind of your new friendship. One quarell, aka distraction and boom. KGBeast's head was blown up, but all's fun. Escaping was out of the option, now that you're a member of the Task Force X. The hope of living normally again was taken away the moment you were finally well-adjusted back to society. Now you're sitting in the floor with six other criminals, excluding the guy whose head was blown off the moment he tried to go against Amanda Waller.

She started the meeting with a heavy one, "You're going to break in Arkham Asylum."

Sure, you have no problem with that, you've studied its structure for the benefit of breaking your former husband out, along with some of his friends. Quandary was the reason why Arkham now utelises motion lights in every corner. You can break in, with teammates surely it won't be as difficult even if their reactions vary from disbelief, namely Black Spider, Killer Frost, Captain Boomerang and King Shark, and of course enthusiasm from Lawton and Quinzel. With a wide array of teammates, consider it done.

"A week ago while in my employ, a lowlife calling himself the Riddler managed to gain access to my computer system."

Well shit. Pfft, of course Waller needs you in a way that can be held leverage to Edward. Not that he cares anyway, she would just be wasting her time if she thought she can utelise you against him. You have moved pass Edward but... What was he up to? What benefit would grant him to post information about the suicide squad? He couldn't care less for fellow convicts... Unless, of course, he needed something else from Waller. A dirt of sorts. Edward is not above doing blackmail, so no doubt blackmailing Amanda Waller really is his goal.

She continues. "He downloaded a file containing the identities and histories of every current, past and potential members of the suicide squad. He's threatning to release them all in the internet. You're going to get it back. Riddler's got one copy, and it's on a thumb-drive in his cane. Which is currently locked away in the Arkham property room."

"In the intensive treatment building right under the solitary confinement cells... Good times, ain't it, Quandie?" She turns to you with a certain fondness at the mention of Arkham.

You cannot reciprocate her nostalgia, you have never been incarcerated in Arkham. Your means of entering the building was only breaking some fellow criminals out for your benefit.

"Sure." You can only answer to Quinzel's musings with a void of interest.

"So we'll get someone inside," Deadshot chimes in.

"Is it me? Can it be me? Dibs!" Harley cheerfully exclaims, before she once again latches herself on you. You fail to hide the blantant irritation in your eyes as she shook you excitedly. She couldn't care less about your vexation. "Come on, Quandie! It'll be just like old times!"

You only broke in Arkham with her once and you weren't particularly thrilled about it. She wasn't really serious when you needed her to.

"Harley Quinn and Quandary both have encyclopedic knowledge of Arkham's layout and its logistics." Amanda Waller adds. "You'll be snuck into Gotham. You will rendezvous with a power broker who will set you up for the break in. This is as off the grid it gets, so keep the body count minimum. Deadshot, rubber bullets only."

"What about the bats?" Lawton brings up a good point. Ahh, Bats. You really didn't miss him.

"He has his hands full on another case. In fact if we get it right, we might be able to take advantage of him." After that, she begins to saunter off.

The last thing you remember was Amanda Waller scoffing in amusement, before turning away. "Gas them."

Then, you awoke, situated beside Black Spider and strapped to your seat. Amanda Waller once again wanted to present the complete control she has by dropping you in individual boxes and refused to open the parachutes until the last minute. Once the chaos has somewhat subsided, you were deployed to Gotham and arrived in the Power broker Amanda had mentioned via the sewers to avoid the Bat's radar. You were told he's kept busy but it was better safe than sorry. The aforementioned power broker was someone by the name of Oswald Cobblepot. All were a blur to you, but you only became more aware of your surroundings after dinner.

Harley was urging you to "catch up" over a glass of wine, but you declined. And to avert her attention away from you, you pointed at Lawton. Hopefully he doesn't mind her floundering about around him for your peace and quiet.

Harley wasn't the only one interested in mingling with you, in the form of Digger Harkness thinking you're a lovely little sport, draping his arm on your shoulder with a steinbif beer in hand.

"Oi, L/N! Care to join us for a pint?"

"No." Blunt and straightforward, you hoped it was enough to drive a point and yet he doesn't get it.

"Oh c'mon now, loosen up." He drawls, his weight relying on yours for balance.

Since simple refusal were already hard to comprehend for his sloshed state, you opted for an action that spoke louder. You grab his wrist and pried it off you, before taking a step aside causing him to stumble. You left with a huff, taking indignant steps to your room.

On your way back, you pass between Killer Frost and King Shark. You paid no mind to them, they seem to be getting along quite well despite the misstep in their introduction when Nanaue tried to take a bite of Louise. You didn't notice their heads turn to your direction when you cut between them, brows furrowing as to why you looked as though steam was coming out of your ears.

You arrive at your door but as you twist the knob, someone calls you by your alterego. You need not turn, you knew it was the Black Spider.

"What is it?" You turn to him, hands resting on the doorknob, just wanting to make this quick.

He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed to his chest. You hoped that this will not further spiral downwards to a full interrogation, you needed your sleep for fuck's sake.

"I was made aware of your previous affiliations with the target. Rumours also state that your relationship with the Riddler were... personal."

What the fuck does he mean by that? Wait, nevermind. With his tone, you already knew where this was going. And you can't fault him.

"You heard right. If you need assurance that I won't screw this operation up simply because of my forfeited connection with Nygma, you needn't worry. Our days together are over."

He seems to be satisfied with your answer. "Good. Just making sure we don't have another lovesick Quinzel."

"Right, I see where you're coming from." And by god, you hoped that Quin doesn't encounter Joker. "It's that all?"

"Yes. Thank you for humouring me." And with that, he turned to the corridor and was no longer there.

Finally, you were able to get inside your room and collapse on the bed.

All those months you stay clean from crime, you steer yourself in a better direction in life after a decade of experience with Edward. It was pathetic that you blamed it all on him back then. It was your choice to tamper with evidences pointing at the Riddler back in your GCPD Pathologist days, it was your choice to break him out of Arkham, it was your choice to follow him in life of a crime. You chose to become Quandary. It was your choice to become a fool.

Admittedly, it was fun while it lasted. The chaos you stirred with him, the riddles, god the riddles... You would be lying if you said you didn't miss them... It's been a year, why does it still hurt? The relenting absence of his presence in your life continues to persists and hinder your daily life. It hurts the same the moment you walked out his life. Your finger has been itching without the wedding band on it and you tried once to wear a different to fill in the sense of its absence, but it didn't felt the same. You tried to force it in yourself to move on and yet everything reminded you of him. And now you're presented the opportunity to see him again. Or is it? I mean, the mission isn't him, it's retrieving the copy of the documents he downloaded.

After tossing and turning, every hour that pass made you more restless. Frustration had you shooting up from the bed and rummage through the drawers. Surely the Penguin kept some sleeping pills in these rooms? To you chagrin, it didn't. You huff out it disappointment, once again seating yourself on the corner of your bed. Sleepless nights aren't new to you, the bouts insomnia brought by the circumstances you find yourself in. It really didn't help that you just downed a cup of caffeine to ease your headache. A glance at the clock by the bedside table informed you it was too late to sleep. It looks like you'll be downing another bottle of energy drink to keep yourself active in this suicide mission.

With no other choice, you bend to reach for the bag under the bed where your Quandary uniform has been kindly fetched from your apartment. It was ensured that they have done so discreetly, you've contacted your friend awhile ago to inform them of your absence, as if you were gone for a mundane trip. A rush of emotions flooded you, the uniform in your grasp remained the same after you had put it away.

You don't know what will happen, but you doubt this was a simple "retrieve and leave" kind of thing. Amanda Waller recruited you of all people, the fact that Edward is here and knows your relationship with him. Well... previous. But it solidifies your suspicion that she might be using you against him.

The arrival in Arkham is the cathartic one, of course. From the delay of the planting of the device to sneak yourself in Arkham due to Harley Quinn encountering her ex much to your chagrin, the guards, the cooperation of the team (lack thereof) and of course, your lackluster of a performance in the battlefield. Amanda Waller had instructed a minimal amount of body count and that didn't go well. Lawton and Harkness were in their bouts of their one-sided dick measuring contest, making a fool of themselves in the process and causing an officer to radio in an emergency alert.

There was a protruding vein on your temple, pulsating with frustration. Perhaps working alone was more of your thing, breaking into Arkham isn't this difficult for you with enough prep time. It took you all will power not to walk off and just go home. If it weren't for the nanobomb administered at the back of your neck, you would have ditched. Not to mention, you do not look forward to possibly encounter Eddie. You really did not want a repeat of Harley Quinn encountering the Joker.

Thankfully, it has been managed, your headache subsided and the only thing left for you to do was to retrieve the cane from the property room.

"Bingo," was uttered monotonously under your breath upon spotting the Riddler's crate of property. Deadshot followed behind, helping you pry the crate's lid. There, you found the main objective. Stacked atop myriads of books and complicated puzzles, the Riddler's cane.

You watch Lawton picked up the cane, but instead of opening the passage at the tip of the modified handle of the cane, he hands it to you.

"You open it."

You blink owlishly at him from the lense of your dark visors and obeyed, reaching the for question mark-shaped cane. You twist the section of the cane, the spherical, compact make-shift storage of the supposed thumb-drive. Everyone watched in anticipation as you twist it open, only for it to be empty, replacing the anticipation with shock... At least to them, it was empty of the target they intend to retrieve, but to you, it wasn't.

In the storage, was your and his wedding bands. You had your mask to hide to dumbfounded look on your face. A certain dread racked your entire body, quivering from the cold. Was it always this cold?

He... He kept it all this time?

You thought he would have thrown them away or sold it off, he told you weren't significant for him to waste an ounce of his time to think about you. You weren't worth the time to be considered to be an object of sentiment, he often chastised you for being overly sentimental and yet... He must've not had time to dispose of them, that's the only answer. He made it clear you were unnecessary in his life— but why would he go an extra mile to store your rings together in his cane?

You've long since shut down and did not notice everyone around you in a surge of panic. Killer Frost was missing, Deadshot pointed out how she was eyeing patient's cells— Eddie's cell in the security room. The rest of the team has caught on to the fact that this mission isn't about retrieving the thumb-drive. Edward knows something, he knows everything. He hacked Waller's system and fuck, you doubt it was about retrieving what he stole. He already seen them, read them, probably had it mentally noted. Why steal the documents back, when you can silence him? And with that realisation, you immediately pocketed the rings and made a mad dash towards the wing of Arkham patients.

Unfortunately, the chaos you've caused from the break-in had resulted into summoning Arkham's special forces, aka, the ones with the shields and guns, and will shoot if you don't cooperate. If only your break-in was silent, this could've been less loud. Thankfully, Waller has yet to find out about it.

You spot Killer Frost and... Him in a bit of a pickle, having been surrounded by the special forces, lacking any defense other than a broken slab of what used to be and what should be a wall. Things would have escalated from there if you didn't arrive with weapons and defenses.

This was the nearest you could ever come to Edward, the deep seated feeling of feelings were ignored and shoved further down by busying yourself with shooting back at the special forces. Harley was the only one who squinted at you for reaction and even if your face was concealed, she knows you were pushed in a tumultuous corner. That, and the fact that your aim was off.

As for Edward, try as he may to play it cool but to see you again... It does make memories resurface. Mainly, your last moments together, he was unsure how to approach. Would it make sense to approach you? Well, in his excuse, he knows that the only reason why you're here, is because of him. What else could it be? Of course Waller was going to use you against him, that's the oldest trick in the book. Or maybe it was the fact that you were a highly efficient jack of all trades.

"You were supposed to off him as instructed by Waller, correct?" Your voice was heavy with voice modulation built within your mask, but the shiver down in Edward's back was all the same. "Care to tell us why you spared him?"

"Yes. He says he knows how to turn off the bomb." Killer Frost says, side-eyeing the Riddler as if asking him to back her up.

And that he did, turning around and lowering the collar of his Arkham inmate uniform. On his nape, was the similar X mark where the bombs were implanted.

"Look familiar?" He says. "I can do it, but you have to get me to the medical bay."

"We got maybe five minutes before Waller figures out what's what." Deadshot says. You sense the improbability of that happening, since the threat of the special forces are barely neutralised. "We get to that room, or we're dead."

"We should've brought a tank." What Digger thought was a mere sarcastic quip, ended up being somewhat helpful.

"We have one." Lawton firmly pointed out, before glancing at King Shark.

Thankfully, there were no further arguements that ensued. Nanaue was particularly blunt in terms of revealing his fear of heights, but thankfully Killer Frost was there to offer her guidance. A ripped piece of fabric did the trick and some of Killer Frost's guidance, King Shark was finally able to eliminate the threat of the special forces. Soon, you were on the move for the med bay.

Edward practically burst in the medical bay, making a beeline straight to the complex control panel and monitors and began twiddling away. His voice was nonchalant, as he goes about things as casually.

"Let's see now, we need this on, this for back up..." He mutters to himself, then turns to all of you. "Grab a chair."

And so you did. You were wary of this little operation of his, seeing as the med bay contains a lot of things. Knowing Edward, oh lord, anything can be a weapon for this man. God knows, maybe the whole thing is an elaborate ruse for him to kill you... You took a seat nonetheless. Black Spider took his place by the window, keeping a lookout.

"How do you diffuse this bomb exactly?" Lawton asks, he must've had the same doubts as you were.

"It's the electro shock."

"The what now?" Boomerang raises a brow.

"I'm gonna run a thousand bolts through your head and fry your bombs." You can only watch with narrowed gaze as Edward gathered wires with pads meant to stick to your body. God, this doesn't bode well with you. "Good, now put your chairs around a circle around old sparky here."

You settle on your seat, white-knuckling the armrest as he goes around, distributing the adhesive pads and strapping your fellow inmates one by one. Everyone had stressed the fact that they were wary of whatever this operation is, Edward seems to be confident. You hated how he didn't take too long to get to you and god, the tension was already suffocating before.

"Lose the mask, Y/N." His voice was light, sweet even. It was sickening.

First of all, how dare he act as if you're back to first name basis and second, why is he pretending as if nothing happened?

But you complied, slipping your mask off and shaking your hair in place.

Edward knows how to keep things internal, so it wasn't that noticeable when he froze. To see you in your uniform was one thing, but seeing you take your mask off, be Y/N... You were as beautiful as the last he's saw you.

"Any conductives in your pockets?"

"O-Oh um..." Fuck, you didn't expect your voice to come out like that. Shy, flustered even. Your eyes refused to meet his. Not to mention, how you fumble to retrieve something in your pocket.

The confidence front he's cultivated cracked for a split-second, having bee caught off-guard when you handed him your wedding rings. He didn't expect you to keep it in your pocket after you collected the cane from the property room, where the supposed hard-drive was in.

You look up for the first time, his face sunken with solemnity. He must be deep in thought to pause like this, his eyes fixed on the rings that you placed on his palm. Not a word was spoken in the room, you couldn't sense the other presence and the eyes that were on you. The only person you could see was your lost love and how you sense his feelings. However, you wish not to prolong this stupid fucking personal stuff. It would be hypocritical of you to roll your eyes at Harley for being emotional at the sight of Joker, but here you were, unable to find your bearings before the Riddler.

"You can strap me down now."

"Of course." And just like that, you clicked the Riddler in place and his typical bravado returns.

He first pockets the bonds, before he binds you down. He was gentle, making sure the restraints weren't too constricting. He can't have your skin chaffed from his carelessness.

"It'll all be okay." His hands lingered longer than he intended, slender digits relishing the warmth that he missed. But he pried himself off before he can get carried away.

Goosebumps erupted from your skin when his fingers traced along your arm and you resisted the incoming shiver that came with it. It was already bad enough that your personal bygones were coming back in full screen before fellow rogues and not to mention, how it hinders.

All the grudge just suddenly disappeared and you didn't know why. He didn't even said he was sorry, nor do you even see it ever coming and yet you were ready to forgive him... Better yet, you already forgave him. And you were angry at yourself at the fact that you fell for him, hell, even before you can see him again. When you found the rings tucked away in the secret storage of the cane, you were at a back and fourth between your skepticism and optimism, the fact that he must've kept it because how it meant to him. And seeing him freeze when you present him the ring further solidifies that he had indeed kept it due to sentiments.

As of cue, Waller calls the leader, Lawton, but that didn't stop Edward from working. He broke off a piece of wood from a mop as a makeshift silencer for each of you. When he assist you with yours, you avert his gaze. You didn't want another repeat of the pause between you, especially when Waller is already on-call with Lawton and he's doing a bad job lying to save all your asses.

All was prepared, Waller was on the line and the electric shock was bumped to the appropriate setting, distributing electricity equally among you. A scream would have ripped itself loudly from your lungs if it weren't for the piece of wood between your teeth. Edward can only watch you convulse on your seat with a wince, his chest being ripped from the sound of your muffled pain. A few seconds more and he turns off the machine.

Your body slumped over and with your ragged breathing, the wood fell from your lips. The room stenched with smoke and you swore you saw stars dotting your vision whilst the electricity was coursing through your skin.

"Fuck, that better be it." Your voice came out from your squeezed throat.

"I'm never doing that again." Boomerang pants, eyes squinted in pain.

"Are you kidding? I feel great!" Typical Harley.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Edward asks, voice laced with worry.

"Why'd his head explode?"

You didn't get the chance to respond, hearing a familiar beeping beside you, coming from King Shark.

"Uh... Guys?" Nanaue utters nervously.

"Run it again!" Killer Frost barks, her voice raspy.

"I don't know, maybe he has thick skin?" Edward says, voice different from when he spoke to you, as he was more nonchalant at the face of emergency.

And before you knew it, a clot blood shot at your direction and King Shark's metal mouthpiece shot forward, almost hitting Lawton and piercing through the wall. Upon opening your eyes, the figure beside you was now headless.

"Because the bomb in his neck neck didn't diffuse, you asshole." Killer Frost snaps at Boomerang.

"So what's his excuse?" Digger glances at Black Spider, who stood by the window with his head intact.

"Ohoho, that's rich..." Everyone glanced at Edward. "Haven't you solved it yet? The Black Spider, is Batman!"

Without warning, he pulls out a Glock from his pocket and began shooting towards who you thought was the Black Spider. His aim was sloppy, giving Batman a window of opportunity to throw a batarang at him, resulting to him stumbling back and accidentally twisting the control panel, activating the electro shock again.

With no muffler, screams filled the room and when you said you couldn't take a single shot of electricity in your system, you meant it. The mission was a complete shitshow, your body hurts, Batman now knows your identity, somehow it had gotten worse when the fucking Joker appeared shooting shots and throwing marble-like bombs.

You break free from your restraints from the excessive thrashing, thankfully Edward didn't made it all too tight. You yank adhesive wire off your temples, breathing heavily in amidst the smoke filled room. Upon slipping your mask back on, you pull Edward's unconscious body out of the room. You find yourself separated from the Task Force X when you got yourself and Edward in a secluded spot in the asylum. At this point, you couldn't care less about them, nor the mission. As if you'd fulfill the real mission, Waller can fucking suck it.

"Hey," you didn't hold back smacking Edward's face to wake him up. "Get up, I'm busting you out." You only stopped when you heard him sputter, his eyes shooting open and blinking rapidly to adjust his vision.

"What happened?"

"Your aim was shitty and Batman subdued your threats. You could've watched where you hand landed, I thought I'd throw up blood after that second dose of electric shock." You groan, throwing your head back and cracking it. "Look, we need to get out. The bomb's already diffused, Arkham's about to be hell and transportation will be difficult to obtain."

"Any ideas?" You rose a brow at his question.

"Aren't I supposed to be asking you that question?"

"Between you and I, you're far knowledgeable than I in this field."

He is still enamoured at the memory of you breaking him out of here for the very first time. And to be reunited through these circumstances, it almost felt poetic, walking back through memory lane.

You didn't realise you already had your mask on, looking away from him to conceal the rushing heat spreading across your face.

"Alright then," you cleared your throat. "There's a chopper, but I doubt that we'd get there especially with our lack of weapons. Arkham is presumably going to undergo a lockdown from the break-in."

"How did you even get in?" He asks.

"Penguin gave us a hand. Had a strategy catering to our roles and abilities, some of us entered disguised as staffs—" you paused, eyes widening at an epiphany. "Heh... I got it. Let's get you out of that uniform, shall we?"

Edward smirks, the long-lost warm feeling spreading across his finally returning to him, reigniting the feeling he thought he'd never feel again. He's partial to following ones lead, but he doesn't have any problem following you because in no time, Arkham Asylum was no longer in sight. You got yourself saddled in a stolen car and booked it.

"I missed you. There was no passing moment wherein I didn't think of you. You simply had an impact on me, I can't the deny the fact that I relied on you so much that I forget to do some things." Edward blurts amidst the drive, solemn eyes remaining in the road. Your neck practically snap at his direction. "I'm sorry I... I was acting like a fool."

Your tense shoulders grew lax. "Oh Eddie..."

"I truly am sorry, Y/N. I recognise that I don't deserve your forgiveness but I want you to know how regretful I am to let you go by letting myself go. I was wrong in a lot of aspects and I should have listened to you instead of being stubborn." Oh shit, he was admitting to being wrong.

"Eddie..." My love. "I forgive you. And I missed you too." You didn't expect your voice to crack. "I deny it to myself, but every waking moment I yearn for you and sometimes I'd see you at the corner of my eye and mistake strangers as you... I wanted to crawl back to you and beg you to take me back, but I was scared of getting hurt again—" Fuck, here comes the waterworks.

"Shh, hey," his hand reaches to cup your face, thumb gently running under your eye to swipe the tear away. "I'm sorry that I made you feel that way... I promise to be better."

You reach for the hand that caressed you, lacing your fingers between his and placing a kiss on his palm. "You promise?"

"I'm a man of my word." He doesn't know what he said wrong, that you started to laugh through tears. "What's funny?" He asks with a slight chuckle.

"This whole thing... It's so foolish."

"Why do you think that?"

"The fact that we're only getting back together after the worst thing has happened to us."

"That doesn't sound foolish to me. It's love."

"Well then, love is foolish."

Edward smiles, relieved that you were finally by his side again. He stops the car over the edge of a cliff, the ray of sunrise peaking from the horizon. He looks at you with sunset eyes, and leans forward. You meet him in the middle, automatically melting into his warmth. He couldn't bare to pull away even if the kiss was over, his forehead pressed against yours.

"Then I suppose we're both fools." With every word, his lips touched yours, before diving in for another kiss.

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imaginingmarvelandeverything · 3 years ago

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Convenience Masterlist

If you like my writing you can buy me a coffee :)

Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

(Completed) After his oldest friend loses everything, Bruce suggests a marriage of convenience that will benefit them both (fluff, angst, gets kinda steamy, will eventually follow the film)

Masterlist

On AO3

Playlist

1. Heroes and Villains

2. The Proposal

3. White Wedding

4. A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall

5. Phantom

6. Designs

7. The Car

8. Wrong Place, Wrong Time

9. Open Wounds

10. Something in the Way

11. Drive

12. Supercut

13. The Memorial

14. Revelations

15. All the Things She Said

16. Bruises

17. Mail Bomb

18. Aftermath

19. Family Secrets

20. For Reasons Unknown

21. Election Day

22. The Invitation

23. Remember, Remember

24. Inbetween Days

25. Back Home

26. This is the Day

Bonus Chapters:

Bonus chapter key:

* = main story universe

AU = alternative universe for the main story

(Everything else is continuation of the main story that will not follow the sequel film when it comes out, and are not in chronological order!)

Self Defence *

Bruce keeps his promise and starts to teach Y/N how to defend herself (fluff)

What if?

AU: What if the convenience couple found out they were expecting just before everything with the Riddler happened? (fluff, angst)

The Circus

Alfred suggests Y/N and Bruce take a night off at the circus (fluff, angst)

These are the Days of Our Lives *

Snapshots of each of the years of Y/N and Bruce's lives (fluff, angst)

Exhaustion

Bruce and Y/N find out just how tiring being parents is (fluff)

Math Homework

Family time as Y/N helps Dick with his math homework (fluff, tiny bit of angst)

The Killing Moon Part 2

What if the Joker broke out of Arkham and grabbed Y/N? (angst, so much angst)

A Night Out

Y/N and Bruce attend their first gala since the baby was born, and since Bruce became Batman (fluff)

The Foundations of Decay Part 2

The Joker grabs Jason, Y/N gets the message meant for Bruce, but even she might be too late (angst, so much angst)

My Love *

18+! Set after This is the Day, Y/N is fully healed, but Bruce is still treating her like she's made of glass. She comes up with a plan to change that (smut, fluff)

Prison Phone Calls

Y/N's mother calls after the baby is born, the conversation does not go well (angst, fluff)

Hanging on the Telephone

18+! AU: What if Y/N's parents forced her into an engagement with Maroni's son to help pay down their debts? (Angst, fluff, smut)

Rescue Mission

Bruce and Gordon underestimate the guy they're chasing leading Y/N to have to come to their aid. Gordon learns their secret (angst, fluff)

Anniversary

The kids, with Alfred's help, prepare a surprise for their parents wedding anniversary (fluff)

Loss

AU: What if the Riddler grabbed Y/N to try and draw Bruce out? (angst)

This is How I Disappear Part 2 Part 3

Foundations of Decay AU: What if Y/N had died on the roof with Jason? (angst, so much angst)

Conception

18+! Y/N and Bruce try to figure out where the baby was conceived (smut)

All These Things That I've Done

Something bad happens to Bruce, Y/N and Bruce have to deal with its effects over more than a decade (angst, warning for sexual assault, the Damian Wayne bonus chapter)

A Day of Interruptions *

18+! Y/N and Bruce keep getting interrupted when things are heating up, leading to a lot of frustration (smut, fluff)

The Bomb

AU: What if Y/N opened the package meant for Bruce instead of Alfred? (angst, fluff)

Déjà Vu

Y/N finds herself reliving the worst day of her life, but this time Jason's blood is on Bruce's hands (angst, tiny bit of fluff)

Lazy Mornings

18+! Bruce really doesn't want Y/N to get out of bed, part of my 5.5k follower celebration (smut, fluff)

Fear

Bruce gets dosed with fear toxin for the first time and Y/N has to go out and bring him home, part of my 5.5k follower celebration (angst, fluff)

Safe House

Y/N shows Jason the apartment she brought for him (angst, fluff)

Tire Thief

Bruce calls Y/N for help when he catches a street kid stealing the charger's tires (angst, fluff)

Halloween

Three years on from the Riddler, the Wayne family celebrates Halloween (fluff, tiny bit of angst)

Blurbs:

How Bruce reacts to finding out he's going to be a father

What does the Riddler think about the possibility of Y/N opening the package meant for Bruce? *

First morning home with the baby

The baby finally gets named

Bruce's thoughts on being a father

Dick's hungry and Bruce has to deal with it

Y/N and Bruce tell Dick and Alfred that they're expecting

It's Bruce's turn to get up with the baby in the middle of the night

Dick is introduced to the baby for the first time

What was Bruce thinking about when Y/N was asleep in the hospital after giving birth?

Y/N calls Bruce at 3AM whiles he's out as Batman with a pregnancy craving

Gordon knows something about why Batman hasn't been showing up as regularly

Alfred as grandad

Y/N buys some lingerie for Bruce's birthday, but gets nervous about showing him

Bruce over hears some not nice comments about Y/N at a gala *

Dick is excited to be a big brother

Dick spends some time with the baby

Bruce is left alone with both of the kids

Bruce has to leave the house because his daughter wants to go to the aquarium for her birthday

Dick finds out that Bruce is Batman

Dick becomes Robin

Grace's first word

Bruce asks Y/N what she thinks about having another baby

Dick calls Y/N mom for the first time

Y/N asks Bruce if he ever really felt anything for Selina *

On his wedding day, Dick thinks back on his life

What Bruce said on Dick's wedding day that made Y/N laugh

Y/N and Bruce have another conversation about having another baby

Alfred babysits for the night

Y/N tells Dick that Jason is back

Follower Celebration Sleepover Drabbles:

Ask 1

Ask 2

Ask 3

Ask 4

Ask 5

Ask 6

Requests are open for anything you want to know more about this couple that I might not have mentioned in the story, or any situations you would like to see them in (smut included because I've decided to start writing it) :)

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne x reader #batman imagine #batman x reader #battison #the batman #batman #robert pattinson #masterlist #bruce wayne smut #batman smut

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geekade · 8 years ago

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Some Thoughts About Suicide Squad

Hi Geekade readers! I’m not taking to coding as quickly as I’d hoped, and find myself making the hard decision between using my Pi to learn and code or to install Retropie and play games, so I thought I’d take a brief departure from my normal tech talk to discuss another passion of mine: Harley Quinn.

She’s possibly one of the best, most tragic female characters in literature. There’s no one on earth in a better position to be fully lucid while they go insane than she is, nobody who consistently and knowingly chooses her own imprisonment and torture more frequently. It’s like if Jack Sparrow had a law enforcement degree and still made all the same decisions while pirate hunters repeatedly and desperately offered him help and companionship. I could go on, but I have an actual point, so I’ll spare you. As you can imagine, I was both fearful and thrilled as I awaited the Suicide Squad release, rightly imagining Margot Robbie to be absolutely perfect for the part, and wholly unconcerned with the building, meme-fied humiliation of Jared Leto’s Joker. (The Joker, arguably, is inessential to Harley’s transformation‑PLEASE ask me about this, I’d love to tell you.)

Suicide Squad was fine. It was nowhere near the let-down of Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland (which I’d awaited for 4 years by the time it was regrettably released in theaters instead of burned in the dead of night in ditches somewhere), but nowhere close to as satisfying and funny-while-successfully-introducing-otherwise-unknown-characters-to-mainstream-audiences as Guardians of the Galaxy had been. However, if you’d like to watch Suicide Squad, but also would kind of like to watch a good movie, I’ve got news for you.

Suicide Squad is essentially a DCCU remake of the DCU movie Assault on Arkham, which was released a few years beforehand. It’s, honest to goodness, basically the same movie but instead of being potentially a waste of $9-14 dollars, it’s GREAT and a totally appropriate use of maybe $4 to rent on Amazon Prime. (I know, no smarthome stuff and I still manage to be a shill for Amazon. They’re not even paying me.)

Assault on Arkham is a part of a set of movies and shows that I don’t feel could possibly get enough attention - the Batman Animated Universe, encompassing everything from Batman: The Animated Series (arguably the definitive Batman) to the more recent The Killing Joke, and the upcoming Batman and Harley Quinn (which, AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH). In Assault on Arkham, Mark Hamill returns as the voice of the Joker facing Kevin Conroy as Batman, and Hynden Walch as Harley (Princess Bubblegum/Starfire/Penny from Chalkzone.)

I highly suggest that you go watch Assault on Arkham, but just a warning, there are spoilers ahead.

Assault on Arkham takes place at a time after the Suicide Squad had already been formed, so it saves us the trouble of a full origin tale, but it also begins with a bit of a changeup in the team - both from the Suicide Squad movie gang, and from the formation of the squad in the animated universe. We’re treated to the more characterized and strangely sympathetic King Shark in place of Killer Croc, who in the Suicide Squad movie is bold and violent, but not much else. We’re also introduced to Killer Frost, who is an icy villainess a-la Livewire from B:TAS. She’s sassy and has what appear to be magical ice powers; like Elsa, but mean. Black Spider, a bloodthirsty, crime-hating vigilante also joins the team, apparently only grudgingly in the company of everyone else. We keep Captain Boomerang, Deadshot, and Harley Quinn herself, but the dynamics of the team are the same. One hulk, one killer-killer, one elemental, one nutty Australian robber, one entrepreneurial dad, and one crazy former therapist.

Oh - and one sacrificial lamb. Both movies kick off with a “proof of concept”‑someone nobody particularly cares about to prove that Waller will actually blow their heads off. In Assault on Arkham, it’s a raging Red bull called “The KGBeast” who nobody would ever mourn, and in Suicide Squad, it’s “Slipknot,” the man who can climb anything. This proves for us how cruel Waller really is‑and in both movies, Waller gets called out as the devil. This is a reference to the comics, as well as simply a fact. Waller is probably actually Satan.

See‑in each movie‑not only is Task Force X Waller’s vanity project (which is entirely unnecessary and completely inhumane, not to mention a complete violation of the constitutional rights of the prisoners involved), but the main conflict faced by our hostage heroes is a mishap of Waller’s own making. In Assault on Arkham, Waller had slipped a Suicide Seed into the Riddler’s neck to test her prototype, and he figured out how to disarm it, so, she created a fistfull more, stuffed them into some other criminals, and sent them to murder the Riddler. And also, the Joker has supposedly hidden a dirty bomb somewhere in Gotham and Batman is tearing the city apart to find it. (SEE DC? You still could have shoehorned Batman into this movie too.)

But all the plot-relevant stuff aside, the meat of Assault on Arkham is Harley and the Joker. They start the movie out broken up, which, if you follow their relationship as obsessively as I do, you’ll know is not actually an uncommon thing for them. Harley and Mister J are currently canonically canned. She’s even been out with Bruce Wayne on a legitimate and mutually enjoyable date. Heck, she only lives about 40 minutes from me, in Coney Island in a shabby apartment with her pets and pals and her primary non-monogamous partner, Pamela Isley (Ivy). But in Assault on Arkham, Ivy is is still incarcerated, and H&J are on the rocks.

It’s heavily implied, in Assault on Arkham, that Joker had thrown Harley out of a moving car and left her for dead, which might sound familiar because it’s almost exactly what they did in Suicide Squad‑but that’s hardly the only thing he’s done to her, and it’s hard to tell if Dr. Quinzel’s rage in the confrontation in Arkham comes from that particular assault or from his complete and utter destruction of her legitimate career, social abilities, criminal record, and sanity. Let’s say both. Harley starts Assault on Arkham out confidently and unconvincingly unattached and reinforces her apparent split by banging Deadshot.

Ok this part, I see why they didn’t snag for Suicide Squad. Will Smith is 48, and Margot Robbie is 26, and while she’s “Daddy’s Little Monster,” I personally don’t want to see her have a fling with someone who was already on Season 3 of Fresh Prince the year she was born. (Yes, Jared Leto is 45 and no, I don’t want to see her with him either.)

When, in Assault on Arkham, Harley (spoiler) breaks into Arkham with Deadshot, she (spoiler) runs into the Joker in his bulletproof cell and (spoiler): it doesn’t go well. He taunts her as only Mark Hamill’s Joker can, in the seductive and deranged varying pitch of a madman, and she is...triggered. (I got puns.)

She manages to keep it together while firing to help Deadshot with the task they’re there for; planting a small hacking device‑Batman-y technology that allows everyone else to sneak in past security, and here is where I pause to rant about Harley Quinn some more.

She knows that his cell is bulletproof and fires at it anyway. This convinces all of the onlooking guards that she’s currently deranged, and convinces Deadshot that she’s (oh, spoiler) not thrilled with the Joker. Her rampage allows Deadshot to complete their first mission, but it also helps the Joker to escape.

It takes Joker what seems like an hour to realize what she’s done for him, what she later confirms she did on purpose for him. This is one of my favorite pieces of evidence that Harley Quinn is the real criminal mastermind behind Joker’s modern accomplishments. For the other, watch “Mad Love,” Season 4 Episode 21 of Batman: The Animated Series, which Suicide Squad also clipped a bit, free on Amazon Prime. Harley has full knowledge of the entire schematics of Arkham Asylum, because, you know, she worked there, and throughout the movie uses passcodes and shortcuts that move the whole team forward, and she chooses to let her puddin loose in the halls, so she can catch up later. Yes, spoiler, she was faking the whole time, and is more than happy to be daddy’s little monster again. She’s even been hiding the dirty bomb.

Ask me what she gets for it.

So, you might at this point be thinking: Gabbie, you’re bizarrely passionate about this clearly unhealthy couple, but also, this movie sounds nothing like Suicide Squad.

Well, you’re wrong. About the second part, at least. Let me take you through it.

Amanda Waller wakes up one morning and decides to randomly create a huge problem‑murdering the Riddler (or releasing the Enchantress, in Suicide Squad). Granted, nerdy Nigma isn’t nearly as frightening as Cara Delevigne slowly building one of the mechanical space worms from Avengers in downtown Chicago, but both are problematic, and both are entirely Waller’s fault.

She pulls together her team of criminals, puts them through a suit-up montage, kills one of them, then drops their helicopter literally out of the sky into a situation that she does not explain to them fully. The Joker and Harley have some sort of private understanding between one another, as could probably have been expected. In both movies, Harley has a camaraderie with Deadshot. Harley also notably does a Matrix” lean in both movies for no discernable reason.

Inevitably, our villain-heroes are actually the patsies. Also inevitably, both the elemental and the tank are killed in explosions of the neck-bomb or fiery variety. And in both movies, the Joker appears to die in a helicopter crash, though in Suicide Squad, we actually get to see the happy couple reunited, whereas in Assault on Arkham, we’re merely told the body wasn’t found, which, for the Joker, is as good as proof that he’s alive.

To be totally honest with you, my main conclusion is that I’d have killed to see Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn in this Suicide Squad movie instead of the one that we got. She was the one part of Suicide Squad that makes watching it worth it, and while Princess Bubblegum did an amazing job in Assault on Arkham, I’d really like to see a live-action portrayal of Harley having her own hidden agenda, but giving us a full range of emotions and a tiny taste of her‑hate?‑for the Joker.

The Suicide Squad Harleen transformation was painfully unfulfilling, but the canonical story of their mad love is actually very interesting. While Suicide Squad paints Quinn as the Joker’s dupe‑tortured to madness and turned to a crime queen‑the older story is a little more compelling. Over multiple sessions, Harleen realizes that the Joker is able to make her laugh again after years of unwavering, humorless professionalism and ambition. Their sessions become discussions, and she falls in love. This not only makes the Joker seem more dangerous, capable of corrupting a psychiatrist with only his words like a genial, gentlemanly, green-haired Charles Manson, but tells us a lot about the good doctor. And it really makes Harley’s blow-up in Assault on Arkham an incredible moment, especially considering that it’s a dupe. How self-aware is Harley? How actively, and independently, is she choosing the Joker again and again? I for one would have enjoyed seeing that explored in Suicide Squad, just a bit more than I enjoyed the pin-up show we got instead.

I hope I’ve convinced you to check out Assault on Arkham. It’s really an amazing movie. And I hope I get a little bit better at Python, so that next month I can get back to writing about technology instead of rambling justifications of clown-on-criminal romance.

#Movies #Comics #articles

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adhdnursegoat · 1 month ago

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Assault on Arkham

cw: just fluff 😊

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The night is still, save for the distant hum of the city outside. You lie in your bed, the faint glow of the moon casting soft shadows across the room. You watch and listen as the shadows pitter patter on your window intime with the rain. The storm outside does little to lull you to sleep. You've been restless, tossing and turning as you let your thoughts linger on a plan you’ve been devising. The details are carefully calculated; now all that remains is execution.

Summoning a touch of drama, you let out a sharp, strangled gasp and sit up abruptly in bed getting into character. You stumble out of your room and make your way down the hall, careful to ensure your footsteps are heavy enough to sound distressed.

You push open his door with exaggerated caution and slip inside, eyes wide and face flushed with feigned terror. “Eddie…?”

Edward takes a deep waking breath, and part of you feels a twinge of shame for waking him for something so selfish. But the other part of you cannot take this tension between you anymore.

“What’s the matter?” he asks, his voice low and husky with sleep. And he doesn’t look up, just lays waiting for your pressing matter than just cannot wait until morning.

“C-can I sleep with you?” You ensure to add a quiver to your voice. “I had a nightmare, and - and…” You get choked up, simply unable to carry on with the harrowing tale of your terrors.

At the sound of your soft sniffles, he finally opens an eye, catching sight of the tears that glisten in the dim moonlight. There's only a beat of silence as he processes your words, but then, without hesitation, Edward sits up, concern clouding his sharp features. His hand reaches for yours, the gesture more tender than you expected. “Of course,” he breathes, his voice soft but laced with urgency. “Absolutely, my dear.”

His fingers are warm as they curl around yours, his eyes—keen even in the shadows—scanning your face for any trace of your supposed distress. For a moment, you're thrown off by the depth of his response. You hadn’t anticipated this level of sincerity, and you’re momentarily disarmed by the genuine worry etched into his expression.

But the guilt is fleeting, quickly replaced by the triumphant warmth of satisfaction. This is going even better than expected. You purse your lips, biting the inside of your cheek to suppress the smirk threatening to break through. Still, the pang of guilt is not enough to stop you from leaning into the comfort his concern brings.

Edward pulls back the covers with deliberate slowness, his fingers grazing yours in a way that sends a delicious shiver down your spine. He guides you into bed beside him, and as soon as you slip beneath the sheets, his arm slides around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. The heat of his body melts into yours, chasing away the cool remnants of the night. There’s something undeniably intimate in the way he holds you, the press of his chest against your back, his fingers splayed possessively over your hip, drawing you deeper into his embrace.

His breath fans against the back of your neck, warm and steady, and a soft sigh escapes him, the sound vibrating through your skin. He holds you tighter, the weight of his arm around your waist grounding you, but also sparking a different kind of awareness—the kind that makes your pulse race. After a few minutes, you can’t help but shift slightly in his arms, rolling over to face him, letting him pull you closer. Your head finds its place on his chest, your lips dangerously close to his collarbone as you peer up at him.

His eyes are no longer clouded with sleep, instead gleaming with an almost wicked amusement. The faintest smirk curls at the corners of his lips, his usual air of self-assurance returning with a quiet, sensual confidence.

“Better?” His voice dips low, velvet-soft as it skims across your skin, the sound alone sending a shiver down your spine. The flutter in your stomach is immediate, a pulse of heat you can’t ignore.

You bite your lip, the grin forming against your will as his warmth wraps around you, his body a cocoon of heat and intimacy. “Much,” you whisper, the word barely escaping you as his fingers begin to move, skimming over the curve of your hip. His touch is light, teasing, but every brush of his fingertips against your skin feels deliberate, coaxing.

“You know…,” he murmurs, his voice dropping in a conspiratorial tone. It curls around you like a blanket, and you feel yourself melting into it. “Next time, you can just get in bed with me. No need for the crocodile tears.”

A blush flares across your cheeks, your heart pounding at the teasing lilt in his words. “Was it that obvious?” you mumble, burying your face into the warmth of his chest, embarrassed but more than a little thrilled.

Edward’s thumb drags lazily over the sensitive skin beneath your ribs, sending a ripple of heat through you. “Painfully so,” he chuckles, the low rumble vibrating through your body where it’s pressed against him, making every inch of you hum with anticipation. His lips find your hair, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss, a show of affection that’s both tender and possessive. “But, I’ll admit, I appreciate the effort.”

#selfshiptober 2024 #riddler x gn reader #riddler #riddler x reader #edwrd nigma #riddler assault on arkham #assault on arkham #assault on arkham riddler #gotham city storybook #ask the goat

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adhdnursegoat · 1 month ago

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Assault on Arkham

cw: blindfolds, bondage, asphyxiation, meant to be gn but term "good girl" is used. Will correct title card soon.

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The room is enveloped in a soft glow from the bedside candles, their flickering light casting a gentle warmth over the space. Edward in front of you, his demeanor a rare blend of intensity and affection. He’s meticulously prepared for the night, making sure that you are completely on board with your… festivities.

You’re seated on the edge of the bed, your heart racing with excitement and nervousness. Kneeling in front of you, Edward's eyes seem to darken as he takes your hands in his. There's something almost ceremonial about the way he places himself at your feet, his posture not one of submission, but of care. His fingers are deft and sure in smoothing slow circles on the backs of your hands, grounding you both.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks again, his voice a low, soothing murmur. His eyes never leave yours, searching for any flicker of doubt. When you nod, biting your lip before whispering your trust, his expression softens, just a fraction, before the familiar, self-assured smile reappears.

"Good," he murmurs, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. It’s a moment of tenderness, one that makes your heart skip a beat. “I’ll take care of you.” His nuzzle against your cheek is almost affectionate—almost—but there is always an edge to Edward. He thrives in control, yet here he gives you a semblance of it, letting you set the boundaries that he will carefully toe.

When he pulls back, you can't help the little pout that forms on your lips. His eyes crinkle in response, deepening the lines and his smile widening. Without breaking eye contact, he reaches beside you to retrieve the violet tie. The material catches the candlelight, glistening like a serpent’s skin.

"Tell me your safeword," he demands softly, the authority in his tone making your stomach tighten.

“Nashton,” you purr, knowing exactly how that name would roll off your tongue.

With a glint in his eyes, a smirk curls up on his lips; it’s a look of wicked delight. He pulls the tie taut, the silky material sliding between his fingers with an almost hypnotic grace.

“You’re a little minx, you know that?” he teases, voice dropping to a husky whisper as he brings the tie to your eyes. His movements are precise as he ties it around your head, the fabric firm yet gentle, a perfect symbol for his affection. Vision obscured, the world fades into darkness, but your other senses flare to life. The warmth of his body hovers near you, the rustle of his clothing as he shifts drawing you deeper into the moment. You tremble, anticipation coiling tight inside you, your breath catching.

Giddy, you giggle softly. "I figured it should be something to get your attention..."

“Well, it certainly will…” he responds, voice husky and low. “Hands.”

Without a moment's hesitation, you extend your wrists, your skin already tingling in anticipation of his touch. His fingers glide over your skin, slow and deliberate, as he begins to wrap the rope around them. The cool, smooth nylon teases your senses, a sharp contrast to the warmth that radiates between the two of you. Each movement is deliberate, controlled, as he layers the rope with a methodical precision that makes your breath hitch. There's no rush, no carelessness—just the perfect balance of restraint and release.

The pressure increases, firm but never too tight, the sensation of being held without being trapped. His every motion speaks of care, of knowledge, of a lover who understands exactly how far to push you without crossing the line. This isn’t captivity—it’s an embrace. The kind that holds you steady while coaxing every ounce of surrender from you, inch by inch.

"Comfortable?" he murmurs, his voice dripping with a subtle challenge, daring you to admit what he already knows. He wants to hear it, to revel in the control that you’ve willingly offered him, knowing exactly how much it excites you.

"Yes..." you breathe, the word coming out in a soft, shaky exhale. The sensation of the rope encircling your wrists sends a delicious thrill through your body. The trust between you pulses, an unspoken promise that binds you together in this intimate dance. Here, in this moment, you are equals—partners in a dangerous, exhilarating game of control and surrender.

His breath ghosts over the curve of your neck, tantalizing and hot, as his presence looms closer. You can feel the smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, even though you can’t see it. The warmth of his body presses against yours, searing through your clothes, each touch stoking the anticipation that crackles between you. Your heart hammers wildly in your chest, the rhythm of it matching the throbbing pulse of desire coursing through you.

“Good girl,” he murmurs again, his voice thick with velvet seduction, winding itself around you like a binding spell. The words alone send shivers down your spine, but it's the way his lips graze the shell of your ear—so close, so agonizingly near—that sets your pulse racing. The sensation is electric, both too much and not nearly enough, leaving you teetering on the precipice of desire, caught between the overwhelming craving for more and the unbearable restraint he’s teasing you with.

His hands slide from your wrists, their coolness contrasting with the heat radiating from your skin, igniting every nerve as they make the slow journey upward. His touch is featherlight, almost ghostly, as if he knows exactly how to leave you aching for more, straining toward him with every breath. The deliberate drag of his fingers along your arms is maddening, sending sparks through your body, each one a promise of what’s yet to come. His fingertips glide across your skin, tracing the contours of your muscles, mapping the rhythm of your shudders and the way you tremble beneath his touch. Every inch of you reacts, every fiber of your being tuned to him, to the control he exerts and the exquisite torment he’s putting you through.

There’s a hunger in his hands, a need that pulses through his fingertips as if he’s marking you, staking his claim with every teasing, lingering stroke. And just when you think he might finally grant you the contact you so desperately crave, his hands hover, millimeters from your neck. The heat of his palms sears the space between you, but he holds back, the distance driving you mad with want, with anticipation. It’s an ache that intensifies with every passing second, your body screaming for the touch that remains just out of reach.

"Remember," he purrs, his voice low, dangerous, vibrating with dark intent. The sound of it alone sets your skin aflame, your breath catching in your throat. He’s savoring this, savoring you—the way you respond, the way your body betrays your need. Then, with agonizing precision, he curls his long fingers around your neck, his grip firm but measured, a perfect balance of restraint and control. Both of you are hyperaware of the vital structures beneath his hands, the pulse thrumming just beneath your skin, the fragile column of your throat beneath his palms. “You can stop this any time you want.”

His fingers interlock behind your neck, palms pressing gently against your carotids. The pressure increases with each passing moment, just enough to make your heart race, attempting to shunt more blood to a threatened, vital part of your body. The sensation of his thumbs tracing your trachea is maddening—so soft, so delicate as he gifts you the ability to breathe. He could stop your breath with a single adjustment of his grip, pop your airway with a sudden, forceful squeeze but instead, he toys with the line between pleasure and power, between fear and trust.

“Just say the word,” he rasps, and his grip tightens, just a fraction, enough to make your pulse flutter wildly beneath his fingers. The paradox of control and tenderness floods you with heat.

It’s a reminder, a reassurance, but also a promise.

You know the safeword.

But you won’t have to use it.

#selfshiptober 2024 #riddler fanfiction #riddler x reader #gn reader #edward nigma #riddler assault on arkham #assault on arkham #assault on arkham riddler #gotham city storybook #riddler

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rae-raewrites · 1 year ago

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Hcs for Assault on arkham riddler with a s/o that gets caught and thrown into arkham with him? Hopefully that makes sense

Reading you loud and clear anon! Thanks for the request!

Assault on Arkham riddler with a s/o that gets thrown into Arkham with him

It was SUPPOSED to be a good heist. A meticulously crafted puzzle left at the crime scene and you and him gone without a trace

Except…….that’s not what happened at all….

The dark knight seemingly picking up the last clue Eddie left WAY quicker than he should’ve. Which means you two got caught mid robbery,So Eddie’s already not having a good night.

But then the two of you learn YOUR getting sent to Arkham as well

He’s livid considering he regularly experiences why the place is a hell hole.

Meanwhile your having a bit of a panic attack because you’ve heard from him how awful staff are

“Listen,it’s gonna be awful in there. If you stay close to me I can make it a tiny bit more tolerable. If I need to I’ll ask one of the others to keep a look out,I’m practically owed a dozen favors.”

Everything on you immediately gets confiscated much to your dismay

You find out your only seeing your poor prince of puzzles half the day and it’s mostly in the evening when things are quiet.

The other half during the day is spent trying to deal with guards taking advantage of nigma not being around. Harley and a one dr Jonathan crane quickly end that nonsense.

A couple of weeks go by pretty neatly. You try to give the drs not so much as a hard time but still not giving them anything. You and him sneak off during your time together. Not causing to much of a fuss

You two mostly start dishing out riddles to each other to past the time.

Maybe…..you coming to Arkham with him isn’t such a bad thing?

What you didn’t expect was one night getting woken up by red lights and sirens and Eddie dragging you out of bed while getting his suit on.

“Dammit s/o wake up! We’re getting out of this hell hole!”

An incident with involving poison ivy left ample opportunity for you two to book it along with a couple of the other rouges

Let’s just say you never thought you’d miss your old hideout

#batman #x reader #arkham riddler #arkhamverse #headcanon #the riddler #batman rouges #asks #assault on arkham

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adhdnursegoat · 3 months ago

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help me decide!

i'm having a hard time picking my next oneshot! help me find some inspiration! depending on the results is the order i will do the pieces in (unless a new idea arises)

#riddler #batman #edward nigma #arkhamasylum #theriddler #fanfic #fanfiction #arkham knight #riddler fanfiction #comics #riddler poll #riddler x reader #help me pick my next story #riddler zero year #vampire riddler

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adhdnursegoat · 3 months ago

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WIP

I have quite a few projects I'm working on, and I hope to have you all along for the ride. here's what to look forward to with me in the next few days, weeks, to months!

The Edge of Us - Arkham Origins Edward Nashton x OC Romy Winslow

Daughter of Fear - Arkham Riddler x OC Desdemona Crane in an alt timeline (updated every few months; on an unofficial hiatus for The Edge of Us)

Homecoming - Assault on Arkham Riddler x reader oneshot (coming soon)

12 Hours - (secret 🤫; in the planning stages)

Untitled - Young Justice Riddler x reader short story (temporarily shelved)

Hope you enjoy this ride with me! I appreciate your support and time! Please share!

#riddler #batman #edward nigma #arkhamasylum #theriddler #fanfic #fanfiction #arkham knight #riddler fanfiction #comics #selfshiptober 2024 #selfshiptober #oneshot #scarecrow dc #arkham scarecrow #jonathan crane

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quandaryqueen · 2 years ago

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since i’m not done bombarding you with request because i love how you portray riddler and scarecrow. and of course, if it is okay with you? would you mind doing a part 2 to ‘Will they or won't they?’ perhaps later down the line when edward has become the riddler? but of course it’s all up to your creative discretion. thank you so much ♥️ and congratulations on graduating, queenie 👏🏻🎉

Will they or won't they? II

Arkhamverse Edward Nygma X Reader

In fear for yourself, you made the wrong choice.

Part I

Hiiii omg thank you for the compliments and congratulatories 🥹

You invited Edward to come with you on a holiday dinner with your family on Christmas break, seeing as the man doesn't really have a plan aside from sulking in the corner of his room, so it came to you as a shock when instead of taking a break from work for once, he chose to work during the holidays... You really can't force the guy to come along with you and so you left Gotham for the merry little celebration. Well, you couldn't leave the guy alone and so to at least give him a lick of some sort of affection during Christmas, you left a gift on his desk back in the office before you departed.

It was hard not to think about Edward even whilst you were enjoying the event with friends and families whom you haven't seen for so long. Only been gone for a few hours and you were already missing that six feet tall of a dickhead. If he were here with you, he'd be there joining your family to poke fun at you and your lack of a boyfriend or girlfriend at this age. Edward would then add in the fact at how you'd be a touch dense when it comes to your other coworkers' advances, something your family would then confirm with a story of theirs about your time in high school and being unable to tell romantic pursuits and friendly gestures apart, that you've brushed everyone aside thinking it was purely platonic.

You wondered if he had ready opened the gift you left on his desk. It was so damn difficult to chose a gift for him, gosh, he can be a touch hurtful with words. You can only hope that he doesn't hate it that much, to be honest you have no idea what to give him. You were at a desperate need to play Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moo in the middle of browsing through some items and picked whatever you landed on and never turned back again... Well, you really did try, even down to the presentation, handpainting some green vines and icons and inside jokes on the box. Then, you wrote a letter and put it atop the box before you wrapped that thing in a pretty purple bow.

It's all you've thought about the whole time you were out of town. You were almost relieved when you return back home after six days. Funny that you were saying that, you were pretty sure you wanted nothing more than to leave this city that was too lost from saving. But anyways, you return to your station in the office, making a beeline to the Cybercrime department, in Edward's office... Where he was nowhere to be found. Your gift on his desk remain unmoved.

"You haven't heard?" You flinched from hearing a voice behind you. Turning your head to your coworker, you see she wesrs a certain foreboding shade of morose on her face. She continues on. "Nashton released confidential information to the public. He's in Arkham now."

... you were gone for six days and Edward had managed to fuck over seventy percent of the Gotham Police department with inside information about how some officers worked, that along the Mayor and the almost-appointed police commissioner. And they put him in a cell for doing the right thing. To think that Edward had only recently became the head of the cybercrime department, back then it was impressive to you how at a young age he has already became head... Looking back, he must've pulled strings. His predecessor was kicked out of the police force when he was outed as a dangerous man who uses his resources in the force to stalk women, as discovered by Edward... It really does make you think if Edward had something to do with it, aside from him just happening to stumble upon the former head's computer files.

All those times you talked about fellow officers, it was odd to you at how much he was deeply invested about baseless rumours about the others and you offered him as much as you could, thinking that this was some simple conversation to pass time during the dull hours in the office. You have been working in the police force longer than Edward and you really thought that it was just him being curious about the others. After studying the information he's released to the public, you recognised what to you back then we're simply rumours spreading around. Edward must've dug deeper and found the rumour true.

With his termination from the cybercrime department as head, you were next in line to replace your best friend... Were you even friends at all? Or did he just pretended you were to get what he wanted?

How were even supposed to feel? All the bad people in the police department has been removed and replaced by promising younglings wanting to make a difference, the Mayor resigned in disgrace and had yet made it clear whether he's running for re-elections or such. This was Edward's intention... Right? It has to be. But you knew Edward was more complicated than that. Regardless of his intentions, he has made a profound, positive impact against Gotham. You have no idea how long this will last but by god, GCPD felt like it's polished its slate clean.

And yet you couldn't pinpoint how you feel about Edward. This was supposed to be joyful and yet you weren't. Your inability to articulate your complicated thoughts had you by the neck, all day and night long. Thoughts about visiting him in Arkham has been entertained, but that's how they remain. Buried under a pile of work you've buried yourself into after becoming the head of the unit, never once have you stopped to cater to yourself these days in fear that you'd be thinking about Edward again.

The only time you had to primarily think about him was a year or two after his incident, wherein he apparently escaped Arkham. He started calling himself the Riddler and it was your mission to track him down. You claimed to be hardened by long hours of working, you attempt to reassure yourself that this was your job and you were going to locate him... But he located you first.

It wasn't hard at all, really, you still live in your old apartment and he still knows you tape your key under a window ledge in your floor. He was quite delighted to catch you arriving home after hearing from news report about the new commissioner reassuring the public that the cybercrime department is working double time to track him down.

My, he'd say it would be such an honour to be tracked down by the underdog that is Y/N L/N, head of the Cybercrime Department, his replacement, his only friend. But that wouldn't be friendly of you, now would you? And besides, he knows he's still better than you in every aspects. It's funny to him how he does value you as a friend still, and yet he wouldn't hesitate to wring the life out of you... Well, that's what he thinks. It was hell all over without you and he denies it.

Imagine the delight in his countenance when he saw you jump upon turning the light on to reveal him seated in your living room sofa. You looked so terrified, he wishes he had taken a picture.

"You..." After collecting your wits, you stare up at Edward with wide eyes. "How did you--?"

"Not even greeting your dearest friend?" He chuckles. "Key taped under the ledge. Honestly, I thought you would learned by now that you, of all people, should learn more about securities. Especially when you're now collecting a big following. You never know who'd drop by during ungodly hours."

It was admirable how you've made an enemy out of every rogue he knows of and your list can only grow the longer you were seated in front of a computer in the police station, by this you were also making your way up the hitlist as well. Some say it's Batman but oh, as much as they aren't as good as the Dark Knight, there's Y/N L/N.

"What are you doing here?" You sharply probe. The police in you screamed to call for back-up, attract Batman's attention, anything-- but the friend of Edward Nashton in you wanted nothing more than to have what you had back then.

"Just paying a friend of mine a visit. We are friends after all." He takes on with a light-hearted tone in contrast of his previous statement filled with implications. And so he admits, you are his dearest friend, he wouldn't drop by without so much of a thought of getting caught, now would he? He trusts you wouldn't tell them about your friend.

And if you did well... Hmm. I guess you'd no longer be his friend. And as if you'd catch him, you know he's a slippery one.

You continue to eye him suspiciously. Was he here to kill you?

"Come, sit with me. You know I don't bite that hard." He teases you like how he used to when he worked with you in the police force and yet it no longer sounds the same to you. It had only amplified the suspicion and fear that he might have something under his sleeves that won't end well for you. He continues to urge to by eagerly patting a spot beside him.

And so you did so reluctant. He seemed to have find delight to see your tensed frame take a seat next to him, seeing how you tremble under his eyes and refuse to meet his gaze.

"I have heard a lot about you. You've made yourself quite the notorious little thing. Not as good as Batman, but you were certainly up there." He was unnervingly cheerful when he said it. And without you even prompting it, he began talking about what he had been. "Oh what have I been up to? Ohoho... Did you really think I was behind bars all these times?"

... you were told he was. Your furrowed brows only eggs him to elaborate further.

"Well someone recognised my genius and took me under their wing where I worked with the government. A special group of sorts, the Suicide Squad, a set of convicts with extraordinary abilities used for... Special means, such as silencing local or international organizations or individuals... Heh, they thought I'd submit so easily to them and now I possess an item they deem strictly prohibited from the public's eye."

"Why are you telling me this?" He had told you information about himself and what he had been up to, though you weren't aware whether he kept things from you or if this were there at all, these were still a substantial amount of intel. It is not your forte, but you can always hand over scraps of hearsay.

"Oh you know, just catching up. Isn't that what friends do?" Is he still not going to drop that 'friend' act? "Anyways, now that I'm out of their leashes they report that I've escaped, when it was them who released me in the first place. I also heard you were in charged of finding me~" he lightly flicks your nose, causing you to back away at his sudden movement.

"It seems that... You found me." You find yourself commenting even if you were hesitant to speak.

You were almost expecting him to pull a knife from his person and plunge it deep in your throat after his tale. Could it be that he's telling you these, all these, knowing you wouldn't tell? Well, dead men tell no tales as they say. Fearing for your life, you discreetly activate your phone to call the commissioner.

"Hmm, and I will always find you."

Whatever does he mean by that?

Before you can utter another word, he stood from his seat.

"I believe it's late and you still have work to do tomorrow. As much as I want to stay, I mustn't overstay my welcome." He tugs his collar. "It's good to see you again, Y/N. I hope to meet with you again,"

"Hello?" The muffled voice of the commissioner sounds from under your coat. Edward didn't hear it at all and all you had to do was to remain neutral to as to not reveal anything to him.

"I genuinely believe you and I can be in this together. You'd only be wasting your potential in that rotten police force. We can work together and bring them down along with Batman." He takes your hands within his and he gazes within yours.

"Edward..." Is he thinking about doing the same thing he did back then? Reveal whoever Batman is to the public and ruin his image?

"You don't have to answer right now. I'll let you think about it." And he knows you'd make the right call anyways, where's the need to rush?

He couldn't help but to feel the warmth of your palms within his, even tempted enough to run his thumb over your knuckles before he had sadly let you go to leave. Turning from the threshold of your door, he lifts his hood up to give you one last smile and a wave, before leaving.

... he didn't kill you. He told you all that and he didn't kill you. You knew too much and keeping you alive would guarantee that he goes back to captivity and to captivity for good. Friend... Does he really sees you as such? Or was this just a ruse?

You wait for a beat of thirty until you were certain he had left, before you take your phone from your coat, where the Commissioner had remained on the line.

"Hello Commissioner?"

"I'm on my way to send Batman in. Head down to the station, let's talk about what you discovered."

Before you can retort, he hangs up, leaving you in silence. Sighing for the umpteenth time, you allow your body to meld with the sofa for a small while. Why can't it just swallow you whole and spit you out in the morning?

Not even being allowed to step out of your clothes from work, you were then forced to go back to the station. Only then did you realise you've made yourself an enemy out of the person who considered you trustworthy enough as his friend.

What have I done?

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