#bella reál x edward nashton

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ANOTHER SHITPOST HAS HIT THE VOYEUR VOYEUR CINEMATIC UNIVERSE anyways

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Happy New Year! First commission of the year, yay ✨thanks @labyrinthphanlivingafacade

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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✯ Edward Nashton x Fem!Reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ✯ 2447

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ✯ daydreaming about being with you is better than actually being with you because i missed all the red flags and now it's too late + "You're a monster." + "That's never stopped you before."

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ✯ this isn't an official return to writing Dano content! this is merely me getting in touch with my roots a little! because you can't give me unhinged prompts and then tell me not to get even a little bit inspired to write something for Edward lmao. p.s. yes I ever so slightly changed the dialogue prompt!! it just made more sense in the end!!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ✯ smut (minors, do not interact), descriptions of sex, Edward being his normal homicidal self <3, reader is kind of an asshole lmao, vague allusions to violence, and that's all I can think of! please let me know if I need to add more!

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Sometimes it astounded you just how far a set of sad eyes could fuel your romantic mind. You hesitated to admit that you were delusional, but the thought certainly lived in the back of your head. Anytime it traveled to the front you’d simply brush it back with the justification that everyone did this.

Everyone made up those little romances to lose themselves in. It gave you something to think about in the gaps between really living. In that narrow room of your head lived Edward Nashton. And god, was he really starting to take up even more real estate than you’d ever meant for him to.

He wasn’t even your nicest coworker. Far from it actually, considering how stand-offish he was. At first you looked right over him, preferring the company of coworkers that didn’t make you feel like you were being looked down upon. Because whether he intended it or not, he radiated some sort of superiority. Though he rarely spoke, you simply caught the idea that he didn’t want to be part of anything going on.

Edward never attended company lunches, never went out for drinks after work, and mostly kept to himself during his lunch breaks. He seemed almost intent on isolating himself as much as possible. It didn’t occur to you that maybe it was wrong to quickly assign such malice to his disinterest until he chimed in on a break room conversation you were having with a coworker.

She’d been expressing excitement over the prospect of Bella Reál running for mayor against Mayor Mitchell. She’d scoffed, “It’s about time that bastard gets pushed out of office. We finally have a chance for some real change here.”

For as quiet as he was, you were surprised that Edward’s voice sounded so firm when he raised his head and spoke, “Realchange? What are the odds of that? She’s just another politician. And politicians...they’re nothing more than cardboard cutouts for whatever demographic they want to pander to. They can’t save everyone.“

Your coworker rolled her eyes, saying something about how cynicism won’t do anyone any good before decidedly pushing him out of the conversation entirely. And that gave you the clearest picture you’d had of him yet. Maybe it was less that he didn’t want to be a part of things and more that he didn’t know how to be a part of things.

The more you viewed him through that lens, the more he made sense. And the more it made your heart break for him. It wasn't pity. God no. Out of everyone you knew, Edward was surely the smartest and most capable. But that didn't make it any easier watching him look at the rest of the world with that twitchy, distrustful eye.

Maybe if you were a different person you would've said something. You would at least sit with him. But truth told, he intimidated you.

So, not wanting to risk shouldering any of his disdain, you watched him. And you built up an idea. An idea you were quite fond of.

You noticed that he drank his coffee black. Figured that he took everything else that way too. That he cut straight through the sugar and cream and gulped down the bitterness, grounds and all. All reason, no nonsense. You decided it would probably be hard to be with him. But that wouldn't make it any less gratifying.

Already you could imagine Edward and his walls and how you'd attempt to break through them. Maybe there was some sort of tragic past behind his disassociation. Maybe there was something in him that reflected a little bit of yourself. Maybe you could help him; make him happier. Or maybe he was just a plain old asshole and you'd only make each other worse. Either way, it made him compelling to deconstruct.

Especially when comparing him to the other men in your office. Many of them were loud, boastful, and – perhaps due to some deep seated insecurity – always trying to prove something. Edward, on the other hand, seemed to wear that insecurity on his sleeve with his stuttering replies and lingering glances towards his superiors. You bet he was secretly possessive. Not exactly swift to a fight, but definitely quick to prove that his power was effortless; he didn't need showmanship the way those other men did. 

Something about that made him inherently cool to you. As much as he may have been a nobody, a loser, and a nerd...he was also everything. Everything and nothing all at once and you couldn't get enough of it.

If there was anyone in your office you guessed would ask you out, it certainly wasn't Edward. Edward, in your mind, didn't take those risks. And he certainly didn't care enough about you to see you as any different from the rest of his coworkers.

But somehow he managed to break your script the morning he confidently waltzed straight to your cubicle across the office and asked if you liked Italian food.

"Eh, I'm impartial," you replied sheepishly, not sure where the question was leading.

To your surprise, Edward gave a small nod, issuing his silent approval. "Good. Because there's a diner in town that I'd like to take you out to."

You had to blink quickly, wondering for a moment if you'd honest-to-god lost your mind and fallen too far into one of your daydreams.

"Huh?"

That's when Edward's own voice faltered slightly, "I-is that a yes? Or a no?" and finally it struck you that this was reality. 

"Yes!" you blurted your reply. "I'd love to go out with you."

Once you'd worked out the particulars of this assumed date, you could hardly hide your anticipation. You'd been nervous for dates before. But this was a new beast. You barely knew a thing about him and you hadn't so much as had a real conversation with him.

Why he'd asked you out in the first place, you had no idea. None of it made any sense but before you could question his intentions, you second guessed that gut feeling. Those rose tinted glasses fell over your gaze with ease at that point.

Maybe he was just as nervous as you were. Maybe this was his attempt at doing something bold. Maybe you were the asshole for assuming dubious intent. Maybe you just had to give him a chance. After all, he was giving you a chance. And suddenly you interest was piqued all over again.

On its own, the date was average. You hadn't expected a Michelin star meal, but as far as greasy diner food went, this one sat heavy in your stomach and Edward's untrained social skills didn't help.

He made conversation like he'd read a Wikihow article on it before picking you up. And while it was a lackluster feeling that spurred inside you when he was reciting those lines to you, it only made you want to deliberately break his script again. You knew he had it in him; you'd seen it before.

Ignoring every ounce of advice on social etiquette you'd ever learned, you asked him what he thought about the upcoming election. And that seemed to be just the ticket as he set his mug of black coffee down, a goofy grin scrawling out on his doughy face. Before you knew it, he launched into an uninterrupted tangent about the grim state of Gotham politics for the next few minutes.

It was simple enough nodding along and giving the occasional sympathetic hum. Even if you did feel the same about the broken system you lived in, it was a little disappointing realizing that he was like many of the men you'd dated. One that liked the sound of his own voice too much that you could barely get a word in edgewise.

But you think you liked the sound of his voice more when he said, "My apartment is nearby. Would you like to...come over?"

And you knew he liked yours when you agreed.

Edward was a virgin, just like you expected. You tried not to show too much pride over your skillful deduction at the vulnerable admission. But you couldn't help the small rise in your tone when you replied, "Oh, you haven't...?"

Edward shook his head before hiding his face in your neck and groaning. And if you hadn't felt how unmistakably hard he was against your thigh, you might've felt bad for him. As wrong as it felt, you were ecstatic.

You couldn't believe your luck, getting to be this man's first. As meaningless as the concept of virginity was to you in theory...in this scenario...it inspired some very sentimental feelings. Feelings that even if he wasn't exactly everything you'd built him up to be, you'd still always have this imprint on him.

Repeatedly you reassured that you didn't find that fact embarrassing while suppressing the fact that more than anything, you wanted him. You'd dreamed about him for long enough that this felt like teasing. And it wasn't fun.

He fucked almost exactly the way you thought he would. Desperate. Disconnected. Animalistic. Like he was searching for something. Whether that be pleasure or perhaps a good old fashioned connection with someone, you didn't know. All you knew was that it made you giggle to think of your coworkers' looks of surprise when they found out that the Edward Nashton had managed to bring a girl home on the first date.

Even though he didn't make you come with penetration, it was fairly easy showing him how to use his fingers. Initially his touch was rough. As soon as you squealed and squirmed, he'd stopped dead in his tracks and looked at you with that sad, sorry stare. And despite the fact that he'd been the one to hurt you, he still managed to make you feel sorry for him.

But that didn't matter. Once you got him going, his focus on maintaining that light, even pressure as he circled your clit was unbreakable. You could tell that he was deriving pleasure from this too. That he liked staring deep into your eyes as they clouded over with mounting pleasure before blowing wide once you tipped over the edge. He chased the keening sounds of your arousal with an intensity that made the whole thing seem far more urgent than it actually was. 

You were in so deep that you hadn't noticed the tears streaming down your cheeks until you'd finished and Edward had set off for his bathroom to wet a towel for cleanup. Once his bedroom door closed, you felt comfortable enough to really lay back and let out the breath you'd been holding. Being around him made your nerves short circuit and as much as you hated to admit it, it shrouded your judgment.

Knowing close to nothing about him, you found yourself picking through the flashes you'd gotten when stumbling into his apartment. Between kisses, you remember hearing squeaks. Maybe it was mice? Rats? Judging by the crumbling state of his room, you were uncertain over whether he owned them or they'd simply...made their home among his. You hoped it was the former. Your imagination forced you to believe that.

Finally you sat up, looking around his room. Edward's discarded button up work shirt laid forgotten on the floor. You picked it up and pulled it on to regain some of your modesty as you began dissecting once more.

Once you started to get a good look at your surroundings, you felt that pit in your stomach. Or maybe it was the greasy diner food sitting uncomfortably in your stomach. But that justification seemed less likely when you noticed the mirror on his dresser was smashed out, the broken glass still sitting on the wood surface. Any idea of it being accidental disappeared when you spotted the cork board beside the dresser. Pinned to it were photos and articles marked dramatically with red ink.

The words FILTHY PIGS written in big letters over a picture accompanying an article that detailed a GCPD drug den bust. The world LIAR scrawled over an old image of Thomas Wayne, most likely from his campaign days. Then there were the most worrying ones. Photos of people you vaguely recognized that weren't defaced with words. You saw Mayor Mitchell, Bella Reál, Gotham's attorney general, and a few others all with one thing in common. Right in the middle of their foreheads were targets, painted in red that dripped down their faces like blood.

This wasn't just some sort of bizarre art project. The closer you looked at the smaller annotations scribbled into the margins, the more you realized that this was some sort of morbid obsession of his. And for the first time, he scared you.

His stares and his silence meant nothing compared to the pure terror this inspired in you.

The bedroom door creaked as Edward pushed it open. His grip on the wet washcloth in his hand tightened as he caught what you were looking at.

"You see the truth now, don't you?" he asked meekly with a distant look.

"What?"

His voice dripped with emotion, "The brokenness. The-the-the corruption. The suffering. You understand that they need to pay, don't you?" He now stared expectantly, gesturing to his board of horrors.

You spoke carefully and slowly, "I'm...not sure I understand why Bella Reál is up there. All she wants to do is help–"

A different kind of darkness shadowed his expression now. It was one that you couldn't find any sort of romance in. But there was intent. All you knew was that none of the pieces you'd found could ever put together a pretty image. There was no reframing, no romanticizing, and no disregarding this. This intent was one of violence. One that seemed to spread as much pain and poison that was trapped inside of him.

Suddenly his eagerness to take you out felt less like a once in a lifetime chance and more like a death sentence. No amount of deduction would've led you to daydream something this depraved. If you'd poured the milk and sugar into your perception of him, these were bitter coffee grounds at the bottom of the mug. And you were doomed to swallow it up until the last drop.

Edward inched closer, his tone turning almost manic, “No one can save us. Not even the Batman. He can’t save us the way we need to be saved. But I can. I can do the thing that no one is bold enough to do."

“You’re a monster,” your voice quivered.

Edward chuckled. “As if that stopped you before.”

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The Invitation

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Warnings: Spoilers, crime mentions, injury mentions

Word Count: 993

A/N: Here’s part 22 of Convenience! Thank you to everyone who commented on and reblogged the other parts, it really means a lot. This is a side blog so I can’t reply to comments but know that I read them all! Anyway, I hope you like it!

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Y/N shut the last of the renewal files and threw it back on the pile before pinching the bridge of her nose. None of them had given her any clues as to why the Riddler was so obsessed with the renewal fund. She crinkled her nose at the smell of motor oil on her hands and glanced at the clock in the corner of the computer screen. It was only half past five and Bruce had left at dusk. Reading through the files had taken less time than she expected. She pushed the chair back from the desk and glanced around the station. The only thing she could work on was the bike and she was no closer to figuring out the problem that had stopped her continuing the night of the bomb. She heaved a sigh before standing on her stiff legs and reaching out to switch off Bruce’s music that she had been playing to occupy the part of her mind that was not taken up by reading. The sudden lack of Kurt Cobain’s voice made the station seem emptier than normal so she hurried over to the elevator.

She sighed again as she caught sight of the spray paint still all over the floor. She headed upstairs while making a mental note to find out how to remove it before Alfred came home from the hospital. If he saw the mess Bruce had made, she doubted he would ever leave them on their own again, willingly or otherwise. She started the shower as she stripped off and threw her clothes in the laundry. It felt good to scrub off all the grease and she found herself not wanting to get out of the shower. But she knew she had to, so she shut off the water and wrapped herself in her towel.

She was pulling some clean clothes out of her dresser when the landline rang, the shrill sound echoing through the apartment. It took her a moment to wonder why no one was answering it before she remembered that she was home alone. She raced downstairs and managed to grab it before it went to voicemail.

“Hello?” She asked breathlessly, her free hand readjusting her towel to make sure it stayed in place.

“Mrs. Wayne, it’s Bella Reál. I’m calling to make sure you got my invitation to the election announcement tonight.” Bella tried to be casual about it, but Y/N could hear the edge in her voice.

“Um, no, our mail sort of got destroyed when the bomb went off and the police have been collecting the rest of it for the past two days.” Y/N reminded her.

“Oh yes, of course. Well, I’m sending you a car, it should be there at seven. It would mean a lot to me if you and your husband would attend.” The way she said it made Y/N feel like she had no choice.

“I’m afraid Bruce is busy for the night.” She chewed her lip; what was the worst that could happen. “But I’ll be there. Just tell the driver to call when he arrives.”

“That’s great. I can’t wait to see you.”

“Yeah, see you then.” Y/N put the phone back down. She sighed, well at least she had already showered.

She stopped in the living room before going back upstairs, turned on the news and froze. They had got him. The Riddler had been arrested after killing Falcone. She sat down on the arm of the sofa and listened to what the newscasters were saying. Falcone was the rat. The Batman had gone in to get him out of the Iceberg lounge and Gordon had arrested him. He was shot on the steps outside of the club by the Riddler from his own apartment. They believed his name was Edward Nashton and the police were currently going through his apartment.

She switched off the TV and looked at the blank screen; it was finally over. She felt a weight lift off her shoulders as she walked upstairs to get ready. She looked through her wardrobe for something appropriate to wear. Eventually, she settled on dress trousers, a blouse and a pair of flats. She applied make-up for the second time that week before trying to make her hair comply. When she was satisfised, she looked at the clock to check the time. She still had twenty minutes before the car would arrive.

She picked up her mobile and dialled Bruce’s number. It went to voicemail, just as she was expecting it to. “Hey, it’s me. I went through the renewal files but couldn’t find anything. But I guess that doesn’t matter now that they got the guy. Bella Reál called. She invited us to the election thing at Gotham Square Garden tonight. I told her you were unavailable but I said I’d go. So, you know, just in case you get back early and wonder where I am. Hopefully everything went okay for you tonight. Okay, I’ll see you later.” She hung up and put her phone in her purse. She pulled on a cardigan before grabbing her dress coat. She double checked she had everything before walking downstairs to wait for the driver to call.

She was not waiting long before the phone rang. “Hello?”

“Hello Mrs. Wayne, it’s James, the driver Ms. Reál sent. Just letting you know that I’m outside.”

“I’m on my way down.” She put the phone down. She gave herself one more look over in the hallway mirror before getting in the elevator.

Part 23

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WhistleBlower

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/zrIuMpH

by toadparade

The city of Gotham has been in a non-stop scramble for stability. The underground community of mutated people, called Mutagens, have been disappearing for over 10 years. One of the victims is Y/n, taken at the age of 15 to be used for non-consensual research. They escaped Sunrise Sanatorium 2 years ago and have been in hiding ever since.

WhistleBlower begins with them visiting Oswald Cobblepot, a well-respected leader in the Mutagen community, looking to find some answers regarding the disappearances.

[AU where Oswald Cobblepot and Edward Nashton are not villains, but are more so just firmer enforcers of equal rights for Mutagens] [Eventual romantic relationship forms between Bruce Wayne x Reader x Edward Nashton, it's hinted that Bruce and Edward are already in some romantic relationship that hasn't been addressed by each other]

Words: 3078, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Batman (Movie 2022)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Edward Nashton, Batman, Riddler, Selina Kyle, Catwoman, Oswald Cobblepot, Penguin, Reader, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Bella Reál

Relationships: Bruce Wayne/Reader, Edward Nashton/Reader, Bruce Wayne/Edward Nashton, Batman/Reader, Riddler/Reader, Batman/Riddler, Riddler/Batman, Edward Nashton/Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne/Reader/Edward Nashton, Edward Nashton/Reader/Bruce Wayne, Batman/Reader/Riddler, Riddler/Reader/Batman

Additional Tags: Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Slow Romance, Medical Malpractice, Medical Inaccuracies, Medical Trauma, Medical Experimentation, Medical Examination, Medical Torture, Medical Conditions, Disabled Reader, everyone has PTSD, Mental Health Issues, Mental Institutions, Post-The Batman (Movie 2022), Inspired by The Batman (Movie 2022), The Batman (Movie 2022) Spoilers, AU, The Batman AU, genetic mutation au, Mutation, Mutant Powers, Mutants, Alternate Universe - Mutants, Mutant Reader, Mutant Rights, Mutant Politics, reader is telekinetic, bruce wayne has healing abilities, edward nashton has mind control abilities, selina kyle is a shapeshifter, oswald cobblepot can read minds, oswald cobblepot is not bad au, edward nashton is not bad au, Everyone Is Gay, everyone is justified, Everyone Needs A Hug, Polyamory, Poly, consensual polyamory, Consensual Sex, use of Y/N, y/n, gender neutral y/n, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, gender neutral reader, They/Them reader - Freeform

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/zrIuMpH

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the ptsd was caused by him, is the thing...

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more riddlemayor shitposting

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LOOK AT THIS EDIT I COMMISSIONED FROM GEMTASTICO ON TIKTOK❗❗❗

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a v nice anon made a voyeur voyeur edit? it's so good???

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>> MY WHOLE EXISTENCE IS FLAWED

a fanmix for @thefudge's "arrow through the heart"

streaming here

"are you pure?" he whispers at the screen. the cursor covers her mouth. "let's find out."

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no context VOYEUR VOYEUR spoilers

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@thefudge 's arrow through the heart, 2022 (colorized)

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...does anyone wanna read my bella reál x the riddler fic ill dm you the link 👉👈

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any riddler artists willing to take a commission for my edward nashton x bella reál fic, voyeur voyeur?

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

WhistleBlower

by toadparade

The city of Gotham has been in a non-stop scramble for stability. The underground community of mutated people, called Mutagens, have been disappearing for over 10 years. One of the victims is Y/n, taken at the age of 15 to be used for non-consensual research. They escaped Sunrise Sanatorium 2 years ago and have been in hiding ever since.

WhistleBlower begins with them visiting Oswald Cobblepot, a well-respected leader in the Mutagen community, looking to find some answers regarding the disappearances.

[AU where Oswald Cobblepot and Edward Nashton are not villains, but are more so just firmer enforcers of equal rights for Mutagens] [Eventual romantic relationship forms between Bruce Wayne x Reader x Edward Nashton, it's hinted that Bruce and Edward are already in some romantic relationship that hasn't been addressed by each other]

Words: 3078, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Batman (Movie 2022)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Edward Nashton, Batman, Riddler, Selina Kyle, Catwoman, Oswald Cobblepot, Penguin, Reader, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Bella Reál

Relationships: Bruce Wayne/Reader, Edward Nashton/Reader, Bruce Wayne/Edward Nashton, Batman/Reader, Riddler/Reader, Batman/Riddler, Riddler/Batman, Edward Nashton/Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne/Reader/Edward Nashton, Edward Nashton/Reader/Bruce Wayne, Batman/Reader/Riddler, Riddler/Reader/Batman

Additional Tags: Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Slow Romance, Medical Malpractice, Medical Inaccuracies, Medical Trauma, Medical Experimentation, Medical Examination, Medical Torture, Medical Conditions, Disabled Reader, everyone has PTSD, Mental Health Issues, Mental Institutions, Post-The Batman (Movie 2022), Inspired by The Batman (Movie 2022), The Batman (Movie 2022) Spoilers, AU, The Batman AU, genetic mutation au, Mutation, Mutant Powers, Mutants, Alternate Universe - Mutants, Mutant Reader, Mutant Rights, Mutant Politics, reader is telekinetic, bruce wayne has healing abilities, edward nashton has mind control abilities, selina kyle is a shapeshifter, oswald cobblepot can read minds, oswald cobblepot is not bad au, edward nashton is not bad au, Everyone Is Gay, everyone is justified, Everyone Needs A Hug, Polyamory, Poly, consensual polyamory, Consensual Sex, use of Y/N, y/n, gender neutral y/n, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, gender neutral reader, They/Them reader - Freeform

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/42658089