#child edward nashton

[fluffyfluffyscarecrow]

2022 Child Edward Nashton Plushie Design

I designed this little guy because I want to hug little choir boy Eddie. HE'S SO CUTE!!!!!!!! Just look at him! My personal favorite parts of this design would probably have to be the little hearts in his eyes, his blush, and of course his soft hair.

I'm going to do an adult version too, but for now just enjoy the cuddly little guy :)

Like to headpat, reblog to hug!!

[linxrouge4life]

"Its mine, dont touch it"

I was looking for some fluff today so heres Riddler holding his kid proteuge that fell asleep.

Why is he angry? Some rouges went by and looked and Riddler is overprotective. Maybe a bit embaressed.

(Dont ask me about the hands, I dunno what went wrong :'] )

I didnt draw or color the kid though so people (if they want to) can draw themselves or their OC's in the kids place! (If you do that please tag me for credit!)

[dentresidence]

My version of riddler lore drop whoa

When your beloved son who ran away from home when he was eighteen years old suddenly appear in the TV out of nowhere and debut himself as the riddler.

From the poem “Start here” Caitlyn Siehl

[nshtn]

oh boy oh boy the riddler's got a scar-l!

[laxi0v0]

Edward's mama. Huyam nashton

A young woman that loves creativity and art, from a traditional Turkish family She ended up in a loveless marriage when her parents betrothed her off to the first man that took her.

Moving to America with him she had nowhere to go and nobody to turn to,

Her sweet baby boy was the only reason keeping her there, and despite all the challenges she faced she still stayed high spirited and cheerful.

And most importantly she loved her child unconditionally and did her best to protect him from his father's abuse.

Eddie's sweetest memories of her was when she spend her mornings tending to her garden, and he would sit by her and play with mud, or catch worms and frogs in the backyard.

Or sit in her lap while she knitted and watched cartoons all day with him.

But his most favourite memory is sitting by her at the table and drawing together all their favourite cartoon characters going on silly adventures, and having to hang all his art on the wall in her studio beside her paintings.

[sodacatz]

Dee's writing info◇

☆I'm new to writing fanfiction so there might be few mistakes☆

☆I do take requests☆

°what I will and won't write about

°What I will write about

☆Fluff, Romance relationship,Platonic relationship, angst, gn reader, Male reader, fem reader, Etc, headcannons, comfort fics and slight nsfw, black or Indian reader, and wlw n mlm

°What I won't write about

☆R3pe/ non con, abuse, death, p3dophilia, weird age gaps relationships, full on smut, s3lf h32m, m9rder, ddlg/mdlg (non of that), ed, a$$ault and anything that has to do with piss☆

°stuff I write about

Spider man across the spiderverse

Marvel

The batman -2022

Jamie Reyes- blue beetle

Cobra kai

To be added to the tag list

♡

[3n1gm4blogs]

You’re just like your father, hurting Edith like how he hurt you

Silence. You know nothing of him! Don’t you dare insinuate and compare me to such a pathetic parent! I’m more than he ever was!

[diddle-riddle]

Dark Angel

[Warning for potentially triggering themes: - implied / referenced: underage rape / non-con (not described or explicit, but stated - NOT between Bruce and Ed) - teen pregnancy - a setting with Alpha / Beta / Omega dynamics (Edward is an Omega in this)]

...... .....

Edward Nashton stroked lovingly the thin blond fuzz covering the top of his baby's head.

Stephanie addressed him a questioning gaze, her Caribbean blue eyes wide open making her permanently resemble a curious bird eager to discover the world, explore her surroundings and have a contact with everything around her.

He smiled, in awe of the tiny creature. The one month old baby petted the soft pale skin of his left breast with her minuscule fists, sucking on the nipple in her mouth.

It's the second time his Omega body goes through this change: his flat chest developed during his pregnancy, until it formed two small but round bosoms, that will entirely deflate post-breastfeeding.

He attested with Jason, whom he nourished up to the Alpha's twentieth month of existence, that the breasts fastly disappear once they don't secrete milk anymore, for him to fully regain his normal masculine silhouette.

Everything made him insecure during his first pregnancy: the changes, the waves of hormones of a new kind triggering his male Omega biology, the judgemental gaze of people in the streets when seeing such a young person carrying a life, the crushing anxiety of not knowing how to raise that child he had out of a night in an alley with a female Alpha who took more than she was allowed. Driven mad by heat, at thirteen, he could only spread his legs and beg for release.

Such a dark life period.

Such a... drastic opposition to his current situation, nearly five years later, in which things improved.

"Is something wrong?" The low voice of the symbiote who lives in his body inquired, worried when he felt his host shaking like when he is scared or cold.

A symbiote going by 'Bruce', the name Eddie gave to the extraterrestrial who bonded with him while he was three months pregnant expecting Steph. Touched to be proposed an Earthian appellation, the alien adopted it... and adopted them.

Edward, Jason and Stephanie Nashton.

Bruce learned everything about Ed's story after they became 'roommates', more by accident than anything. He took a sincere liking on the young Omega mother, who raised on his own a little Alpha and was pregnant of a second child, conceived by someone who left him when finding out about the pregnancy.

"Art is not a bad man," Eddie had sighed once Bruce suggested they stop by at the Browns' house and deal with the couple of Alphas, Arthur and Crystal Brown, who cast him out when unveiling the truth. "He simply... didn't want a baby, and he is married. If I chose to get rid of Steph, he wouldn't have asked Jay and I depart from his home. Since aborting from my baby was out of the question... here we are."

And 'here' was good.

Edward rents a modest flat, Bruce protects him and his children, he morphed into their 'extraterrestrial guardian angel'.

"Nothing wrong," Eddie murmured at present, when a smooth hand wiped the tear that rolled down his cheek. "I am just... happy."

"Then why are you crying?"

"Humans do that, sometimes. They... cry because everything is alright, they don't know how to express their joy otherwise."

"Humans are weird."

Yet... one thing certain is that Bruce found a family.

He will do anything to keep them safe and make them feel loved.

...................

Read “Dark Angel” on AO3 here Discover the rest of the DC Symbiotes Series on AO3 here

[bruciemilf]

It’s been exactly fifteen years, two days, 4 minutes, and 33.5 seconds since the Wayne murder. Bruce can feel time crawling under his skin, like filth under fingernail, like it’s a breathing, screaming thing.

It’s an endless, infinite supply. And yet, he feels like he’s running out of it.

The details are carved deep; Alfred’s cologne lingering on both his mother’s Stefano Cabbana fur coat, Snow White and fluffy, and his father’s sharp-looking leather jacket.

The gunsmoke. The pearls bleeding on the pavement.

“Your mother wore Armani, actually.”

The Waynes are known to cheat Death, but this is getting ridiculous.

“You’re not here.”

The Riddler, — Edward. His name is Edward Nashton, 29-years-old, forsenic accountant, Bruce’s former classmate at Gotham University.

He’s just a man, not a monster, — gasps, wide eyes confused, “Who are you talking to?”

Thomas watches Bruce’s, — Batman’s hands tighten around the swamp green jacket with mildly tamed amusement. Almost like Bruce is an infant again, shaking on his first steps.

“Pretty sure I am, chum. Also, you might wanna move Eddie here to a coffee table. That shit looks sturdy. YOU were made on one, I think,—“

He cringes, but does as he’s told. Edward’s coffee screeches when Batman slams him across it like loose change, “I’d rather not think about that.”

“Honey, it’s a very romantic story, and I resent Alfred for not talking to you about it. Now go grab a drill and some duct tape. Oh, don’t make that face, — His adrenaline levels are higher than a fucking drop head.”

Bruce doesn’t want to do it. Something just compels him to. Thomas scoffs but Bruce is too focused on the drill biting through bone to notice. Edward doesn’t feel any pain. He’s just under the illusion of it, which seems much crueler.

“You would’ve KNOWN that if you stayed in school. “

“Why are you here?”

“Now that,” His father’s smile is a serpentine, alluring and full thoothed and stained with Maverick cigarettes. His hair is slicked, crowned by red lensed sunglasses.

He looked for a dead man. “Is a smart guy question.”

—

He doesn’t sleep. He can’t.

“Your father was a hundred different things, “ Alfred sighs at him, stitching up his wounds in a tight, secure pattern. Thomas’. The ghost of the hour. “And I never understood any of them.”

Bruce is about to ask more, expand a stream of curiosity, when footsteps bang against the cave’s massive interior.

He knows each child by foot, by volume, by rhythm.

He’d know Jason dead or alive.

He’s about to greet him, choosing to ignore his father’s ghost flirting with an unsuspecting Alfred, when his baby bird beats him to it.

“Why the fuck is your dead mom following me?”

[cheryybutter]

EDWARD NASHTON'S BDAY REDRAW

Child Riddler 2

I haven't posted a while bc of college and shit, but I finally have time for myself. This redraw has been in the works and I'm happy not to look at the wip anymore.

YAY RIDDLER IS 40 NOW

old 2022 version

[wycroftie]

Something I don’t hear many people talk about is how significant the name „Edward Nashton” actually is for the Batman 2022. The name Edward Nigma/ Edward Nygma has been used for YEARS in both comics and in media such as the Gotham TV show but nobody talks about WHY they called him Nashton and not Nygma and I’m going insane!!

TW// Brief mention of child abuse.

In his original story line, Ed was abused by his father in the classic puzzle story line where his father accused him of cheating in the contest. THAT is why he changed his name from Nashton to Nygma. So that he could stray away from memories of his abusive father.

In the Batman 2022, Ed’s story was changed, Ed was now an orphan who grew up in the orphanage. Ed did NOT have any negative memories of his father. Therefore he never felt the need to change his name from Nashton to Nygma. This wasn’t just a random name change, this was a DELIBERATE choice made by Reeves and Craig to show the impact of his different origin!!

I just needed to get that off my chest thank you <3

[ghostbxne]

a bit self-indulgent edward nashton headcanons bc im going insane and i have to share my though with the world

- he guessed the joker’s riddle wrong. joker didn’t mean to call himself his „friend”, he literally introduced himself as „ the joker” - the card. the less you have the more one is worth (jokers in a deck of cards) (but maybe im overthinking this lol)

- his teeth are not taken care of. the orphanage did not provide proper dental care for the children, so his teeth are crooked and he has a few cavities. he would like to get braces but still can’t afford it

tw: self harm mention in the next one

- he self harms (honestly thats canon, in the year one comic we see him as a child and his hands with very prominent bite marks). he also punches walls (implied in the batman movie when he slaps a wall in his cell in the asylum)

- he stims (in the year one comic he thinks to himself „stop chewing on your glasses, edward”) and is autistic (literally gets called „rain man” in the year one comic) but undiagnosed due to his financial situation and fear of any doctors (my personal headcanon, but also implied considering how the medical staff at the orphanage treated kids)

- cannot cook to save his life. he buys pre-made food or makes really bad watery soups so he can put them in cups and drink them while working

- usually keeps his nails a little longer. he picks at his skin a lot so it annoys him when his nails are very short

- has ocd (implied in the year one comic (intrusive thoughts) and in the movie (compulsive writing))

- has anxiety (pretty much canon)

- doesn’t really listen to music, he prefers podcasts (canonically listens to a motivational podcast in year one) and audiobooks

- usually wears a few layers of clothing. he’s usually cold and also insecure about his body. (i love his year one cardigan)

- really likes animals, especially dogs. he likes how they don’t leave their owners and are always on their side. would like to have a dog but can’t (obvious reasons)

- has very big trouble managing his emotions (canon) and gets incredibly upset when something doesn’t go his way, even the small things

tw: animal abuse mentioned in the next one

- has a fear of water and drowning (might be from that one time when the guy at the orphanage forced him to drown a rat)

- doesn’t really know how to take care of himself due to childhood neglect

- has nightmares every night. after seeing the batman in real life they stopped for a while (he’d just have no dreams at all and occasionally a very distorted fever dream, but still not a nightmare), but he still kept repeatedly waking up in the middle of the night

alright thats it for now, i might edit the post and add more later or idk😭

[ednashtn]

trans people: im trans

society: ok

edward nashton: my life has been a cruel riddle I could not solve, suffocating my mind, no escape, but then today, I SAW IT... A SINGLE WORD on this ledger, sitting on the desk beside me! RENEWAL! the empty promise they sold to me as a child in that orphanage. one look inside and finally I UNDERSTOOD! my whole life has been PREPARING me for th

[fnck-fac3]

Riddler/ Dano!Edward Nashton LOVERS, PLEASE ANSWER ME THIS!

If Edward somehow had a child, whether with the reader or with someone else, would he be a good father or not?

Look at him so silly HEHEHEHEJWVSLQVCOWBLSVRWOSBSLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA:$/&(./@!/@-/@-&/&/&:$:&/@/&HELPMEEEEEEE!1!1!2!2’qbwmrbqm

[mimicmimikyuwrites]

Good Enough - Edward Nashton (The Riddler) x Fem!Reader

Summary: Edward has never felt good enough for anyone or anything. When the self-help resources fail to work and the feelings of inadequacy grow stronger by the day, he begins to doubt that he's even worthy of being loved, but you're there to comfort him and remind him of just how much he matters.

Contents/Possible Warnings: Minor spoilers for Riddler: Year One, a lot of angst, hurt with comfort, fluff, mentions of smut (but no actual smut)

Repulsive. Broken. Unwanted. Not good enough. The words he told himself had buried their way into his thoughts, repeating themselves like a twisted mantra that never ended, even with the constant use of every self-help tip and coping skill he had learned. That same mantra had been there so long that he couldn't remember when it had first started.

Maybe it was never something new at any point; maybe it was just the truth that he kept trying to deny with ledgers filled line to line with positive affirmations that he could never convince himself of. 'You are good enough.' No, he wasn't. He never would be. He was fighting a losing battle against himself.

At least at the end of the day, he had someone to come back home to, someone who told him every day how much she loved him. Before he had met you his only form of salvation was his puzzles, like it had always been since he was a young child. With you here, though, he had more than just riddles and crosswords online and in the local paper to look forward to after a long workday. You were the only good thing that Gotham City had to offer. You were an angel, his angel.

He unlocked the door to his apartment and closed it behind him, a smile making its way onto his face at the sound of your shoes against the wooden floor as you made your way from the bedroom and toward him. You grinned widely as you saw him, your arms outstretched and wide open before you wrapped him in a tight hug.

"Hi," He murmured in greeting, hugging you back as he nuzzled his face into your soft, beautiful hair. You smiled even wider, looking up at him with eyes that always made him melt with just a single look into his own. "How was work, Eddie?" You questioned, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"It was—" He paused, trying to find the right words. Shit. It was shit. His boss was a condescending, passive-aggressive, arrogant prick who slacked off more than he worked and still managed to be more successful in his career than Edward had ever been. As much as he wanted to vent, he didn't want to burden you with more than he already was by being with you.

"Fine." He finally decided, putting on a fake smile. "Same old calculations and whatnot. Nothing interesting." He lied. It was another day of statements from Zach that were insulting enough to strike a nerve, but not obvious enough to report to HR. Not like it'd matter, it would probably get swept under the rug and forgotten about. Some days Edward wondered if his superior was actually the pompous dick he thought him to be or just an idiot with confidence.

"Oh." You could see right that smile on his face. Something was bothering him like it had been for days now and you could tell. It broke your heart knowing he was struggling and that same struggle left him unable to feel okay confiding in anyone. "Are you sure...?" You questioned, a hand moving upwards to cup his cheek gently, the man leaning into your comforting touch.

He had lied to you. How could you lie to her? You manipulative, disgusting freak. As the thoughts filled his head, guilt washed over him. God, he didn't deserve you. He didn't deserve your affection, and most certainly not your love. Did he deserve any love at all? Was there anything to love about—

"Eddie?" Came your soft voice, the sound like that of an angel. He broke himself out of his thoughts, smiling at you again. "I think I'm gonna go pick us up some takeout for dinner. What do you want?" He changed the subject, moving away from you and back towards the door.

"No." You said a bit sternly, grabbing his hand and pulling him over to the nearby couch, sitting down with him. "You're not getting out of this that easily. Tell me what's wrong, Eddie."

"It's not you, I promise that it's not." He insisted quickly, afraid he had upset you with his earlier lie. She's going to leave you. She never should've been yours to begin with. You ruin every good thing you get. He grew tense as the fears filled him and threatened to consume him whole. You were so perfect, so deserving of every amazing thing the world had to offer and more, and he was just... Edward Nashton.

"Woahwoahwoah!" Your hands shot forward at the sight of tears beginning to well up in his eyes, your thumbs wiping them away as they fell. "I'm not mad, honey. I just—" You stopped, unsure how to phrase things. "I'm worried about you. You can tell me anything, as cliche as that sounds. You're not a burden to me; you never have been, and you never will be."

He buried his head into your shoulder, sobbing into it as your arms came to hold him close to you. "Why? Why do you love me? I–I don't understand..." He cried softly against you. "All of these years you've spent with me and I can't comprehend why. Is it out of pity?" He asked. While to anyone else it would've sounded like a bold accusatory remark, you knew that the question was genuine. He needed to know.

"Look at me, Edward." You commanded gently, him moving so he could face you and meet your eyes with his own. The sight of tears running down his face and wettening his glasses broke your heart. "Three years we've been together. In those three years, I've fallen more in love with you than I have anyone else. We've made love more times than I can count. I even wait for the day you'll put a ring on my finger, no matter which one it is. It could be made out of scrap metal for all I care, as long as it's from you.

You're smart, Eddie. Tell me, does everything I just listed sound like I only pity you? Or does it sound like I'm head-over-heels in love with the man in front of me? You are good enough. I love you, Edward Nashton."

That made him cry even harder, but you were there to hold him, just as you had been since you stumbled into his life. If he wasn't good enough for himself, then at least he was good enough for his angel. You wanted a ring on your finger? He'd get you one in due time. Anything for the one who showed him that he could be loved, that he wasn't some type of vermin in the cesspool that was Gotham City. You are good enough. For once, he believed it.

[danosrosegarden]

Hey ur my favorote Eddie Nashton fic writer, if you're taking requests at all would you write something about reader throwing him a birthday party? I imagine he didnt get many in the orphanage :( Supposedly 7/21 is his birthday!

sweet tooth - edward nashton x gn!reader

{contains: brief mentions of past trauma but mostly fluff/celebrating edward :-)}

Edward got up for work early, when the sky was still a dark, milky blue-black and the air was still chill and silent.

40 today. He would rather not think about it.

He was perfectly fine with you forgetting. He could count on one hand the amount of happy birthday letters he had received in his four decades. He was fine without a stupid cake or colorful candles or glittering balloons. He was a fully grown man, not a selfish little child. Who needs them.

But while you're still sleeping in bed and he's putting on his jacket, getting ready to head out the door, he sees something shining on the kitchen counter. He walks over and sees a card. Sweeping, cursive letters and a drawing of a cupcake decorate the front.

It's Your Day!

The counter is bejeweled with small, glittering pieces of rainbow confetti. He doesn't notice that his hands are trembling as he opens the card.

Happy birthday, sweetheart. I hope this year is the year you flourish like never before.

I can't wait to celebrate you when you get home.

His stomach is churning as he places the card back on the counter and it stays twisting and turning throughout his day at work.

Not a single happy birthday, Edward! Not a card or confetti decorating his desk.

But you. You remembered.

He scoffs a laugh as you practically tackle him in a hug when he walks through the door.

"I'm so glad you're home, darling."

It takes genuine strength to blink back his tears as you shove a gift in his arms. It's wrapped in glimmering green paper.

He thinks of the orphanage as he tears it. He thinks of the children he shared a room with. He wonders where they are. How they could've bloomed like neon flowers in the beating summer sun if only they had been given a chance.

You looked worried as he peers at the gift: a thick book of crosswords.

"It's kind of stupid, but I thought you'd like it. It's supposed to be harder than the New York Times. I know you love a challenge."

He shakes his head and says nothing as he envelops you in a quiet, warm hug. You can feel his smile against your cheek and suddenly, it all is worth it. The nightmares that keep you both up and make your stomach cave in worry. The times you have to run your fingers through his hair and pat his back as he dry heaves into the toilet. The days where the world is too loud for him and his voice is far too quiet to fight back...it all is worth it if it means he could blossom with you. It wasn't easy, but getting to be a part of him would always be worth it.

You think of him, him in his entirety. His high, trembling giggle as he stumbled his way through a dumb joke. His compassion and dedication, the times he'd pick up market flowers for you or write you long, handwritten letters just because. The truth of the matter was that despite everything he had weathered, Edward Nashton was sweet. He was kind to you. He was yours, and there was nothing you'd trade that for.

Edward did not look forward to his birthday. He hardly remembered it when it rolled around each year. But then there was you. God, he never could've imagined that this would be his life. A life where he's celebrated, not crumpled like a piece of ruined paper and thrown away. A life where he's thought of and cared for, not just another number.

He is loved. That's all he could've wished for.