#eds in Arkham again

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some more BTAS redraws, this time with my wip Harlivy designs

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Give me a fic where Bruce is depressed over his last breakup (God knows which one) and Catwoman tries to uplift him by...setting him up on blind dates.

And of course most of the dates are his nemesis, he has a type after all.

They have hints that Cat somehow managed to set them up with Batman, even though he has a different voice modifier on and a wall with a small hole separates them, mostly the fact that Cat made a couple of bat related jokes.

Harley noticed immediately and laughed her ass off as a very robotic voice was scandalized about her cheating on Ivy for the date (she came as a joke though), and she simply gave him dating tips, it ended as a relationship trauma dump for both of them.

Selina inserts herself into the second date, Bruce asks her wtf she's doing, and she responds with "oh, Bane ditched, so I'm filling in-" and Batman loses it, because what do you mean you tried to bring in Bane Selina stop laughing, he broke my back and not like that-

Twoface doesn't realize it's Batman, but Harvey does realize it's Bruce after they talk about values, he's delighted to be talking to his ex friend, and really so is Bruce, they set a second date (Bruce is happy they got to talk after being no contact for a long while and promises to visit him in Arkham more often- Harvey is looking for wedding rings)

Killer Croc is ridiculously alright as a date, he brings flowers which is a bonus, and Bruce can see through a small hole that he has a bowtie on. They end up settling on talking about animal facts (and Bruce has been dying to share Damian's). Catwoman tells them they should adopt Manbat and have an animal themed family, (Bruce rolls his eyes BC well, Batfamily, but Waylon seems enthusiastic about it. They set a second date, because why not, and Batman explains that Manbat is a full grown man so not adopting material)

He really wanted to hate the Riddler date, especially after how smug the other was about getting a date with Batman, but unfortunately, it was rather pleasant. Filled with riddles of course, most were of a romantic nature, but as they went on, they got corny, then cornier, and by the end Bruce found them amusing, and kinda cute. To the point where Ed gets a chuckle out of him, the riddler falls from his chair in shock, but makes it his life mission to hear it again.

They don't set a second date, but every time they fight after that day the Riddler interprets them as dates, Batman gets a big ol' judging Robin stare when the prize to one of the riddles the next week is a bouque of flowers and a "xx-xxx-xxx call me?" Note.

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

Reader Saving Oswald and Edward

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

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

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

Oswald Cobblepot

Your safety had always been his number one priority

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

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

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

You overheard some hushed voices around the corner

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

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

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

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

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

You'd be breaking the vow you made

But as another shot rang out, the decision was made

You sprinted in the building and kept your head low

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

On instinct, you followed it

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

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

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

You'd never seen him so angry with you before

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

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

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

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

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

You began to tear up at this

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

"Better me than you!"

Your sobs finally broke through the night

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

And with that, his anger dropped

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

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

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

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

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

Edward Nygma

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

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

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

He turned himself in to protect you

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

His sad eyes just stared back at you

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

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

That is why you knew you had to save him

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

Would he be upset? Yes

Would he likely berate you for being so careless? Absolutely

But you knew he'd do it for you

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

But you found a way

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

And the moment it went off, all hell broke loose

Inmates were laughing and yelling as they sprinted through the hole

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

But you waited

And right before it seemed doomed, he stepped through

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He slightly relaxed at this, knowing you were right

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

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

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

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could you share more details about your transfem riddler headcanon? 👀

oughhh but if i do that id be spoiling the fic i have in my head that i will never wrote because im too lazy!

Fine, you persuaded me.

(also, congrats, you made me write a whole ass wall of text. This git out of habd and ended uo being way way way bigger than i intended tl;dr estrogen would have saved her)

Basically my thought was eddie ends back in arkham, as usual, but this time there is a clerical error while he is being processed. For some reason he was assigned a cell on the female wing of the asylum. And because of institutional inertia and ridiculous draconian rules established by hugo strange he gets sent there

At first this is all horribly humilliating for someone with ed's ego. for a single solitary second he gets the impression that he might actually be fine and really why should hebe scared? "after all they are only women" but then he comes across sofia falcone who does not take kindly to a man being there and and he gets his shit kicked in day one.

as he licks his wounds back in his cell he gets a visit from two unexpected friends

echo and query

did you know riddler has two female henchpeople?

i always found this fascinating, in this story i would try to explore how this came to be, why would two musclebound bombshells waste their time working for a guy like nygma?

the main reason is thus (warning, giant fucking tangent here):

riddler, all things considered, is actually a pretty good guy to hench for. he pays well, he's organized and while he is a bit nutzo he is not a fucking maniac like joker or scarecrow, he is not as unstable as two face, he is not a fucking creep like mad hatter, scarface doesnt hire women, and he doesnt have rumours of sexually harrasing the women that work for him like the penguin does, and he actually pulls big spectacular attacks that actually dont involve that big a body count. in fact in my version the riddler generally doesnt kill people. oh he will endanger people, no doubt and there are probably one or two deaths that can be pinned on him, but overall he probably has the lowest bodycount of all the villains (which he sees as a point of pride, after all his challenges are meant to be intellectual, not stupid gorefests like whatever the joker does)

if you are a thrill seeker that wants to strike it big in gotham's crime world and you have a penchant for spectacle eddie is probably your safest bet.

but also, after they were hired by the guy and got to know him they actually grew fond of him. to him they are not goons, they are not mooks, they are not just bodies that you can just pile in front of batman, he treats them as proper Henchladies, his left and right hand. (the way he thinks about this is that while his mind is unrivaled you do have to fire the ocassional bullet to make people obey you and they are good at that so it makes sense to keep them close, deep down he knows he wouldnt get very far without their help). and also there is something about this pathetic incely dude that is kind of endearing. on some level they think his silly ego filled rants are kind of adorable/amusing. and he is fun to follow around. and again, he pays really good (for him is not about the money so he is happy to give most of it to them)

So anyway, back on topic, they see him there all beaten up and theybare like "aw what happened boss?" "Did that wop cunt did this to youse?" "Dont worry boss, we'll do as we always do, well take care of youse"

after that eddie more or less manages in the female wing.

maybe there is a little arc where echo and query start shit with falcone, which was probably a bad idea because she has some other girls from the falcone family with her, so it starts a bit of a gang war. eddie has to use his smarts plus echo and querys connections to figure this one out. lots of plotting and drama that im going to skip, eventually it gets resolved by eddie figuring out a clever way to get falcone out of arkham by playing some 4d chess with the paperwork.

after the fact, when he is gloating about how brilliant his plan was and how neatly it all got solved his henches ask him "yo boss, if you could doctor papers and whatnot, how come you didnt just release yourself?" "or, you know, at least put yourself back on the men's wing?"

to this eddie just stops and fumbles for an explination not quite knowing what to say or why he didnt think of that.

and that would be kind of the first arc of the story.

***

so, second arc. after this things more or less settle, eddie and his hench fall into a sort of routine. he starts to actually get used to being in the female wing, he even strikes conversation and makes friends with some of the inmates there. particularly baby doll, who is kind of an old broadway diva/opera prima donna trapped in the body of a little girl "i was rather fond of your show you know" "oh really? how very nostalgic of you"

and then echo and query notice something. the boss seems to be... chill? friendly even? what is going on. they know they guy. he is insufferable with other people, he is always playing stupid power games wth everyone, always trying to assert his intellect over others. he is the kind of guy that if you ask him to pass the salt he says "you mean the sodium chloride???"

but now he is relaxed, he is acting almost normal. they ask him why and he cant quite answer. at first he tries to play it off with a little misoginy routine "well what do i have to prove to these ladies? im not going to be intimidated by them, they're only girls" but then echo asks (after smacking him over the head) "so youre saying you do your mastermind number because you're intimidated by men?"

which cuts to the very heart of his insecurities so he starts trying to rationalize this, the problem is that he is genuenly a smart guy and he is someone who does genuenly care about understanding things so he cant keep himself from asking himself the right questions over and over. "well, of course im intimidated by them, they always kept bullying me and hitting me and treating me like shit those knuckle dragging meatheads, and why did they do that? well i guess i was never that manly in the first place, i didnt care about sports, i didnt care about big cars or guns or chicks, so they would keep picking on me. but who cares! i didnt need to be manly, it never mattered to me, all that mattered were my intellectual pursuits, dad kept saying 'be a man' but who cares about being a man!"

"uhhh... you dont?"

"that's right! i dont!"

and then he shuts up in stunned silence trying to process what the hell he just said.

soon after he gets a call to dr. hugo strange's office.

now, dr strange is a weirdo. he never rises to full supervillain status but he is always there doing creppy shit, carrying fucked up 70's psychology experiments on his inmates and generally obsessed with batman.

this is when hugo confesses he is the one that put eddie on the female ward. why? oh you know, the usual mad scientist reasons. but also because there is something he wants out of eddie. see, he gave eddie a taste of hell and humilliation and he can free him from it too if he wants. and all he needs in exchange is a little help "you see, mr nygma, a man of your vast intellect would be priceless on my little endeavor, and i know you are the only man (nygma flinches) who can help me do this"

"do what"

"figure out the true identity of the batman"

so that is the deal. eddie has access to the vast registers of the arkham archives regarding the batman that hugo hmself compiled through the years. using that eddie has to come up with some plan that forces batman to reveal his identity to hugo and noone but hugo.

eddie has no idea what to do. he just got the double whammy of having a minor gender crisis and also, this creep is asking him to unmask the batman. but like, that doesnt count, right? riddler always wanted to best batman, and maybe unmasking him was a form of that but it had to be his own plan that he carried on his own, not at hugo strange's command. and also the doctor said he was going to release him. does he even want to be released? he is not entirely unaware. he can tell he is doing better, his weird mental compulsion of always turing everything into a riddle or a debate or a contest has gone down, for once in his life he is making friends, he is getting along, he feels... comfortable? is that the word???

so eddie does as he always does. he hatches up a plan.

he pretends to play along with hugo while using his newfound access to the arkham archives to find shit on hugo himself. sadly many of the archives are redacted or downright missing. but there is one arkham doctor he can go to and ask about those missing files.

dr harleen quinzel PhD.

now the thing you have to understand about this verion of harley is that she is still a couple of years away from leaving the joker, so she is still in her full infatuated maniac phase. which means that everyone fucking hates her. because everyone, and i do mean everyone at arkham, fucking hates the joker.

so she is not very popular, she stays isolated, very rarely she is allowed to be near the general population and the only reason why she is still alive and hasnt been shanked a thousand times is because she is good at defending herself and also she had ivy's protection.

so eddie has to go talk to quinn.

"heya eddie!"

"hello dr quinzell, i, uh, i have a request"

"oh, of coise you have a request, eddie, i knew you would come to me soon or later"

"you... you did?"

"i saw your games with big miss gigante and your chats with dolly, you were always going to come, soon or later, the only question was how soon or how later, before or after?"

"whatever i dont have time for your games, i need access to some files and i suspect you might know about them"

"sure! ill help ya! strange is a bigg creep anyway, i always hated him, ever since he taughte me in college i did, but i need you to answer me something eddie"

" sigh, what is it quinn?"

"well, what i asked! is it going to be soon or later? are you faster or slower?"

"faster or slower than what?"

"come on eddie! is not that hard! i know youre brave, you are not a coward! so you need to let me know, are you faster... or slower than the coward?"

after this eddie just leaves confused, when he meets again with echo and query they ask "so boss? how did it went with the psycho bitch?"

"im not sure, she gave me the files and then she gave me a riddle"

"oh thats rich of her, what was it?"

"it wasnt hard at all really, she asked wether i am faster or slower than a coward, another words for coward is chicken, she was asking if i came after or before the chicken, what i cant wrap my head around is... why the hell would she call me an 'egg'?"

long story short, he subverts hugo's plan against him, turns out eddie discovered hugo was responsible for turning arkham into a revolving door. he kept deliberatly releasing villains at strategic times because he was running weird large scale psychological experiments in all of gotham, to stuy how the villains would act and how the populations would react to it.

so eddie made things such that instead of revealing batman's identity batman is in the right place and right time to discover this, hugo gets caught and disgraced and eddie gets the credit for doing that.

batman gives a single nod of acknledgement to the riddler "thank you mister nygma, i wouldnt have figured that out myself" ths leaves the riddler absolutely speechless.

riddler's sentence gets severely shortened for his services to the city, he is going to get out in a month. and before he can even finish processing this he gets hit by another revelation.

since hugo is no longer in charge of arkham the record ha been set straight. eddie is going back to the male ward.

here ends the second arc

***

third arc. eddie is locked in his new cell having non stop panic attacks.

what is happening, what is wrong with him? what is up, what is down? who even is he anymore?

he refused to escape arkham, he did a "good" thing, he helped the fucking batman and batman recognized him as an intellectual superior????

like what is next, what does he do now, what does he even have going on for him? what is his purpose in life anymore? and why does he want to desperatly go back to the women's ward, why did he feel so comfortable there? why the fuck did harley quinn called him a fucking egg?????

for once eddie is the one beleaguered by riddles he cannot answer.

thank god the joker is not here right now, he is at blackgate waiting for his quintuple death sentence, but everyone else is here pretty much. harvey, viktor, oswald, william, even fucking zsasz is here. and they all think its so fucking funny that he was in the women's ward.

we see a montage of him getting bullied or mocked by the other interns by the other interns, and eddie is just so confused and out of it and defeated that he doesnt even fight back.

we see eddie cry himself to sleep every night. he doesnt have anything, he is at his lowest point. so one day he makes a drastic choice.

he goes to one specific cell where one specific inmate is sitting, reading a book. dr jonathan crane.

and now with your permission im going to just write verbattim the dialog i had planned for this scene:

the riddler is like "look i know you are an expert chemist and what not, i need you to cook me something"

when crane asks what would that be eddie says that he wants something to kill himself.

dr crane takes off his glasses and walks around eddie. and he says

"you know something interesting? you were always my favourite mr edward, out of all the other patients in here, you were always the best"

"i dont care"

"let me finish, you wanna know why? because out of all other emotionally disregulated patients here, you are the only one who ever truly fears"

"you wanna know something interesting? i think its pretty funny that frank herbert said fear is the mind killer and you cloth yourself as the one character from frank l baum that is brainless, that is pretty apt, now give me what i want"

"see that is exactly what i mean mr edward! you could have said dune or the wizard of oz, but no, you had to make it a little harder to get, you needed to say the authors just to show how smart you are, that is what im talking about, your insecurity, the greatest fear of all, the fear of the self"

"here is another one, i find it weird that when freud engages with oedipus rex they dont focus on the riddle but in the incest, really says something about psychologist, give me the fucking drug"

"and why so insecure mr edward? could it be becase you never had muscles, or speed or charisma or good looks? could it be that you cling onto your mind because everything else about you failed you, betrayed by your genetics, betrayes by your peers, betrayed by your very own body?"

"what are you even insinuating?"

"see ive been talking with dr quinn, we doctors tend to be a cliqueish lot, and she had some very interesting observations about you, mr edward"

"what? the egg riddle?"

"yes! egg! what a great turn of phrase! let me tell you something about language, we have so many different words for so many different kinds of fear, talassophobia, fear of the depths, agoraphobia, fear of the outside, acrophobia, fear of heights. now there is a very interesting kind of phobia that people debate about, xenophobia, fear of the foreign, fear of the outsider, of the strange, of those who are different, now many argue that this is not a real fear, it is merely an expression of disgust, hatred. but let me tell you mr edward, as the foremost expert on fear in this world, all hatred stems from it. it is fear of the unknown, of the degenerate, fear of corruption, of contamination"

"ok im done here"

as riddler tries to walk out crane grabs him by the neck and slams him against a wall

"that little reference of yours at the beggining, the lethany of fear, you think i disagree with it? that is the whole point of my career. i am a man who believes that fear is a thing to be conquered, fear is a thing to be mastered, that is how we become our greater selves, but first it must be faced, head on, no masks, no defense mechanisms, and you mr edward, are due for a dosis"

crane lets go of eddie and pulls from his pocket a tiny green pill.

"i managed to smuggle this from my lab and ive been saving it for a rainy day, i think right now it would benefit you most of all"

"what is that?"

"oh, you know what i trade on, mr edward, this is my classic formula, it will make you face this thing you dare not confront, you say you want to get rid of yourself? this will help you get rid of your Self"

then crane walks off and as he walks off he adds "but i dont know what might come out in its place"

eddie is left with that tiny pill in his hand. not knowing what to do.

later that night, alone in his cell, he chooses to take it.

in here we would have a full on psychodelic break, lots of surreal imagery, lots of twin peaks tier stuff which would all ammount to eddie finally confronting their dysphoria and their gender identity. this is a great moment of powerful catharsis and revelation.

next morning eddie wakes up. but she is no longer eddie.

we smash cut to one month later, the riddler is being released. we see the whole process where she goes through the processing and the paperwork although we never see her face. her narration explains that she just had to endure one more month and that thank god harley was willing to talk to pamela to get her a special little brew to kickstart her transition in secret. she walks out of arkham as a free woman

a couple of months after that query and echo get a visit at arkham from some lady called "missy terry". When they are at the bullet proof window the hebch ladies look at the woman and ask her who the fuck is she.

And the saldy says "let me answer that query with an echo: what is the other animal that walks in four legs by morning, two legs by noon and three legs by night?"

And the hench ladies widen their eyes and ask in disbelief "boss...?"

"I go by The Sphinx now, lets get you out of here"

and that is my headcanon

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I recently started playing Batman: Arkham Knight again and forgot I still had mods installed. Naturally, I will now be playing new game+ with a Scarecrow skin. I absolutely love how the screenshot above turned out, will definitely post more yes yes.

Also, he has eyelashes??? I didn't think he would, given the state he is in, but apparently he does. Pretty, pretty lashes.

I love that he's got all this tech going on, and still resorts to using tape to keep things in place. But that's exactly what he would do as a character, the care put into his model is amazing.

He must get so much shit from Ed for that, I bet. Something like: Ed: "You're using TAPE?!" Jon: "It's industrial tape..." Ed: "THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT BETTER"

He's so silly, I love him so much 😭😭😭🧡🧡🧡

[batmanfruitloops]

I'll give ya'll some arkham! timeline stuff today,

(Also right off the bat I'm going to apologize for any skips in this timeline's narrative, these sketches were originally done just for Fluffy, so I hadn't considered making a "smooth" transition, so to speak)

Okay, so the biggest thing I'm skipping for now is their actual rescue from Arkham, (very sorry, I plan to make cool art of it eventually)

So instead, these are about their time spent recovering in Wayne Manor after their rescue, but before Bats has dealt with Strange and the public's reaction:

(Sketches will be discussed as top - left -> right and bottom - left -> right)

Just Ed and Jo cuddling to feel better. Since leaving Arkham, Jo has become mute, so physical contact is the easiest way to show care.

Jo is usually the one to carry Ed, but he's currently too unhealthy to attempt that, so Ed tries to carry him around instead. Unfortunately, we all know that Ed isn't terribly skilled that way, and Jo finds it more fun not to help him at all, going entirely limp instead,

A bit of a time skip in this drawing, this would be after everything is resolved, but Jo is still pretty traumatized, so Ed defends him from anyone who dares to try to do or say anything.

Wayne Manor is very uncomfortable to Jo, especially with its many large, open spaces. For this reason, he prefers the library, where he can hole himself and Ed up in a snug, cozy corner.

While breaking out the rogues stuck in Arkham, Bats is the one to go get Jo. Nobody else could really handle his violent outbursts at that point, although he'd still be livid at Batman. This is all his fault, so valid reaction. Because Jo would be so tired at that point, he'd go limp while Bats was holding him, and only start thrashing again once he could hear Ed.

Just a lot more fluff of these two recovering, haha

Jo wouldn't be sleeping and have a hard time eating, but he would willingly seek more comfort from Ed, at least. He's tired of fighting himself on it, he deserves a break.

Jo likes to use Ed as a blanket here. He needs to know that Ed is still there, and the pressure is comforting.

Like I mentioned, Jo really shouldn't be picking Ed up, but sometimes he'd still do it anyway to get away from Bruce. (Also yes, they learn his secret identity, I didn't know how else to bring it up I'm sorry :()

I'm not really sure what else to say about this one other than that their expressions are very entertaining to me,

Feel free to ask my any questions in the comments, I know this post is probably confusing,

-Sarsee

[boneeater3000]

they’re talking shit about you,,, 😬😌

what else are they supposed to do at Arkham??

wassup silly worms back at it again with another harv and ed drawing- this time painting edition 💥💥💥

tried painting again digitally and??? its not the worst ever!

[gothichamster]

Visiting the Riddlers in Arkham

Edward Nashton x Reader - Edward Nygma x Reader

Idk this was a spur of the moment thing. I didn’t put much thought into it, but I’d thought I’d combine my two sweet boys.

Summary: You visit the Eds in Arkham.

Edward Nashton (Batman 2022):

He had been waiting for your arrival since the moment he was locked up inside the insane asylum.

“Hey..” He said over the microphone. “You won’t believe the night I’ve had.”

You were stunned. You turned to your end of the microphone. “You were arrested, Eddie. For murder!”

Eddie started snickering. “Have the pigs gotten to you too? I didn’t know you liked the taste of bacon.”

“Eddie! This is serious.” You sigh, desperately trying to get him to make sense. “You’re still not getting it. Eddie, you killed five people.”

“More than that.” Eddie chuckled to himself. “I’d figure you’d be proud of me, darling. I’m making a difference.”

“This different is beyond you.” You say. “I’d rather have you out there than in here.”

“I know, my darling, but look at the chaos. A city that’s paying for its crimes.” As he says this, he gets a crazy glint in his eye.

“You blew up the sea wall, Eddie.” You gulp harshly. “I didn’t know you could even do that.”

“You don’t understand.” He pounds his fists against the glass. “This needed to happen.”

“Oh, Eddie… you’re too far gone.” You get up and turn towards the door. He calls out to you.

“Wait, darling please, wait, let me explain.” Eddie says. “I did it for us, baby.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “That doesn’t make any sense. Why do you say such things?”

“Because I love you..” He says desperately. “When I get out of here, I swear I love you even more..”

Edward Nygma (Gotham):

You’re gonna do it. This is the moment you tell Ed that you love him. Unfortunately for you, Ed was stuck in Arkham Asylum, just outside of town. He wasn’t aware of your arrival, until the guards called him up. You stood inside the visitation room, waiting for Ed to come out. You heard the chains dragging across the floor. He appears disheveled, from his usual groomed self. He sat across from you, clasping his hands.

“What do you want?” He came off harsh, but it seemed like the facility had done him in.

“I just wanted to see you.” You replied meekly.

“Why?” He seemed.. sad when he said that. Besides Penguin, you were the only person who visited him.

You bite your lip, nervously. “Because we’re friends..”

He stayed silent for a moment. “It’s a kind gesture of you to come and see me, but I hadn’t needed your company.”

You sigh. “I know you get lonely in here. I don’t understand why you’re so negative.”

“Geez, it’s probably because I’m locked up with a bunch of crazy people.” He rolls his eyes, sassily. “You’re stating the obvious here.”

You grit your teeth in return. “You’re not making this any easier.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “You’ve got something to tell me, don’t you.”

You swallow your pride for a second. “Yes, I do..”

“Well?” Ed stares condescendingly. “Spit it out.”

“I really like you, Ed.” You say straight up. “I think I love you.”

He freezes, then thinks for a moment. “That’s interesting. I never thought you of all people loved me.”

“I figured I should tell you now, if you excuse me.” You get up to leave, but his hand stops you.

“Wait!” He said, blushing softly. “I might love you too.”

“What?” Before you say anything else, Ed kisses your lips softly.

“I’ve been saving that for the right time.” Ed says with a smirk.

(Bonus!) Edward Nygma (Arkhamverse):

“Ed!” A guard calls out. “You’ve got a visitor.”

He glares getting up from his cell bed. “A visitor?” Now, who would visit him? No one has since Batman, so why would he get a visit now?

When he sees your face, he lights up. “It’s you..”

“Yeah.” You say. “I’d thought I’d see ya again.”

“What are you doing here?” He says with a smile. “I never get a visit, and here you are.”

You smile kindly. “I’d visit you more often if this place was closer.”

He chuckles. “You haven’t changed a bit. Being in here, it changes you. I’ve been seeing a therapist, trying to get my head right. You look as beautiful as the day I left you.”

“Oh, Ed..” You kiss him gently. Letting the action itself speak louder than words.

He blushes, kissing back as he’s put back in handcuffs. “Visit me more often.”

That’s the last thing he said before they took him away.

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I am endlessly fascinated by the way love as a concept is explored in Oswald's and Edward's interactions. Although Oswald is portrayed as the more feeling character, I would argue that Ed more often takes on the role of guide or teacher in regards to love (particularly season 3).

The first "lesson" on love Ed gives Oswald is when he tells him that without love he is a "free man" and that love is a weakness. With this particular lesson, it is likely something Oswald already knew but needed reminding. We see him exploit other people's love to further his own gain all through season 1, but in the scene with Edward, it seems to really sink in that it applies to himself too. This lesson gets reinforced when Ed shoots him in season 3 and then applied by Oswald in season 4 when he sends Martin away for his own safety.

The second "lesson" was when Ed showed Oswald he didn't need to bribe his way into the office of mayor. He showed Oswald he was capable of being loved (by someone other than his parents) without needing to cheat or buy his way into it. This lesson didn't stick so well at first (otherwise the whole Isabella plotline would have gone very differently). By the end of season 3 however, I think there is notable change in how Oswald applies this. He doesn’t compromise himself to be more palatable to others. He doesn’t try to cheat or buy affection, but he does appear to give up on receiving it. If someone is going to like him then they will. If they don't, they don't.

The third "lesson" is obviously that love is sacrifice. Oswald seems to internalize this one more than any of the others. From this point forward, most of Oswald's acts of love are a sacrifice in some form. Staying in Arkham for Martin, giving up revenge to save Ed, losing an eye to save Ed again. He applies this lesson over and over again and it is one of the ways Oswald's love is revealed even when he never says the words again.

Love is such a main component to Oswald's character, his motivations, his drive. So much of the way he loves, the shape it takes, and the way it matured beyond the self-centered love he learned from his mother was all learned through Ed. And I'll probably never stop thinking about it.

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Hello hi friend (@knight-says-nanana) recently made this post referencing our conversation on Jervis Tetch having Wonderland nicknames for everyone but with actual Meaning to it, and I am here to share my List of them

Edward Nygma/Riddler - Dormouse

Not only could he physically resemble a dormouse (Shorter, they tend to have reddish brown/Orange coats I think?), but again, it's more about the sleepiness. The Dormouse is depicted as asleep/Always falling asleep, and only really waking up to correct Alice. Jervis's likely first or longest first meeting with Ed would be in Arkham. Arkham, where his cell has been shown to have "Keep sedated" on it

Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow - March Hare

A hare matches Jon's aesthetic. Long gangly creepy looking bunny. Typically depicted with straw on his head. It's cute if Jervis refers to him as "My dear Hare". March Hare and Hatter are friends!

And also the Hare is routinely depicted as nerve wrecked or delirious, and in adaptations, often dies or suffers

Harley Quinn - Queen of Hearts

The red and black look, the cards aesthetic already there. Plus, Queen of Hearts is childish, bad tempered, quick to overreact, very feared character (Also has a mallet). And also rarely Actually executed people. This one does play on the negatives more, due to the fact she's an antagonist (More obstacle for Alice to clear) But the queen Does have some better traits

Selina Kyle/Catwoman - Cheshire Cat

Obvious, only major cat themed rogue, but Does have deeper implications. Cat dissapears often and without a trace, seemingly or literally invisible, can go places most do not dare to. And also friendly with both the protagonist and antagonist characters. Inherently chaotic neutral force. It does what it wants for it's own entertainment. It may like Alice and act sorta as a guide sometimes, but that in no way means it sticks on her side

Hugo Strange - Gryphon

Somewhat overbearing, dismissive of the obsession and Sorrow of other characters, says they have no fact. Orders around Mock Turtle. This may not fit the greatest, but I like it

The Batman - The Jabberwock

Some unknown and all around feared cryptid? Yeah makes sense

Oswald Cobblepot/Penguin - Dodo

Flightless bird depicted with a cane. Odd, but good natured. Mostly. Does try to burn down a house as a solution to Alice being stuck in it. Organizes the Caucus races. The Dodo character/Races are meant as a critic on systems that lack clarity and decisiveness, who's actions are ultimately unhelpful or pointless

Now there are a couple I'm not entirely sure about yet. It's actually suprisingly hard to make everything fit well

Victor Fries/Mr. Freeze - White Rabbit

Because. He. Y'know. Is running out of time? I do like this one, mostly cause it's a lil funny to me. And also Freeze is mostly only an antagonist to work for his goal, the Rabbit is only "antagonist" Because he has to work for the Queen

Basil Karlo/Clayface - Mock Turtle

Melancholic, sad that it's no longer a real turtle/Just a turtle

Pamela Isely/Poison Ivy - King of Hearts/The Flowers

She is So hard to pin down. I could say Kimg of Hearts to match Harley (Moderate, calm, the one that pardons the subjects, calms the queen, later revealed just as juvenile and willing to execute), or, I could go with the flowers to match her vibe. I really do not know

Waylon Jones/Killer Croc - Jabberwocky/Duchess

Kinda hate both of these for him. Jabberwock because. The obvious. Duchess kinda due to starting off nice to the queen, then transitioning to friendly and respectful with Alice. Major temper (Nervously agressive) but not inherently bad even though she starts/Is Queen aligned?

Harvey Dent/Two Face - Tweedle Dee & Dum/The Walrus & The Carpenter

Tweedle Dee and Dum seem like the obvious answer but I kinda hate it so much. It doesn't feel like it fits and kinda feels insulting. Nothing Truly fits Two Face. Walrus and Carpenter is the closest I got. Walrus (Two Face?) The leader, conniving moocher, con man, yet hopeful of the future. Carpenter (Harvey?), believes getting an honest job will be better, still goes along with the plan, acts before he thinks, quick to anger

Joker - King of Hearts/Knave of Hearts

King to match Harley but also I dislike most adaptations so mm. Knave because he's a coward/j

[gothamheirsheadquarters]

Scriddler angst

Edward Nygma knew Jonathan Crane harbored feelings for him. It was obvious from the man’s body language, the way his breath hitched whenever Ed got too close, the way he stumbled over his words in front of him. Jon’s crush seemed so high school to Ed, but the Scarecrow wasn’t exactly known for his incredible social skills.

Edward Nygma watched as Jon met a woman. A woman who couldn’t keep her nose out of others’ business. A woman who worked closely with Dr. Arkham, following after him as she anxiously looked over her shoulder at the inmates who watched her back. A woman wanted in vain to help Jon, as if the man needed fixing. A woman who looked like him.

Edward Nygma lost Jon fifteen years ago, almost on the day. The man disappeared with Dr. Helen Poole and was never heard from again. Truthfully, Ed couldn’t help but hate them both for leaving him alone in this city. Sure, he had other allies, but none quite like Jonathan Crane.

Edward Nygma festered in his regret and anger. Why didn’t he make the first move? Why did he only give the man flirtatious glances? Why didn’t he try to help Jon work through that guilt and shame his great-grandmother had beaten into him? Why didn’t he just try?

Edward Nygma nearly killed Amelia when he first met her. She was practically half-feral when he caught her snooping around his lair. But then she told him who she was and he couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger.

Edward Nygma took Amelia in. Jon was gone, and she needed someone to watch after her. Someone with her wellbeing in mind rather than using her for their own personal gain. Besides, why would he leave the daughter of an old friend out to dry? He would’ve never left Jon.

Edward Nygma knew Amelia Crane wasn’t his kid. It wasn’t possible. But her mother had looked so much like him that it wasn’t hard to imagine she was. When Amelia clicked her tongue before saying something snarky, or when she rolled her eyes at something particularly stupid, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would’ve been like if things had gone differently. She could’ve been mine.

[riddle-me-ri]

hii, hope you're having a nice day<3

for the valentine's day event may i request a ficlet with arkham riddler getting jealous? thank youuu

a/n: hahaha you sure can, God he'll try so hard not to be jealous but he just can't hide it, he's far too proud lol also tiny reminder this event is closed but requests are open!

Content Warning: jealous tendencies/behavior

Word Count: 594

Arkhamverse Riddler Getting Jealous

The glow from the vast number of monitors showing various crooks and crannies of Arkham City spotlighted his bent over form.

Edward was scribbling down riddles, diagrams of traps, anything that came to his amazingly brilliant mind.

Trying to distract himself from his ludicrous emotions…

Pfft, jealousy…an emotion far too trivial for him to consider unless it's to manipulate someone else with for his own personal gain.

But what were you doing fraternising with the other Rogues and their henchmen?

You knew that he'd know what you're doing and where you were…

Not that he was following you or anything either…nothing like that.

You were just an assistant–someone who's managed to prove themselves somewhat worthy and at least minimally competent to get his tasks done for you in a timely manner.

Edward aggressively shoved the loose pages all over the floor in a huff.

Edward had more than plenty of other concerns and tasks that took priority over whatever insignificant activity you were doing.

Dulled strained green eyes glanced back up at the screen–

You were spouting away with some of Penguin’s thugs…

A scowl grew across Ed’s face as one thug put his filthy hand on your shoulder–

His signature purple gloves got tighter as it bit against his clenched fists.

In a sharp short moment of pure indignation–he promptly turned the monitors off.

Edward held his head in his hands, his teeth grinded against each other.

The man indeed had to succumb to the fact he was disgusted to see you with others.

A can of worms that the genius didn’t dare to open–but he knows it’s there, to deny it anymore would be futile. Hopefully, maybe, it can be hidden so far down he’ll forget it’s ever there.

“Ed?”

Silence hung in the air like a carcass in a butcher's freezer.

“Ed?” You called again as you walked closer to him.

“What?!” Ed snapped his head up from his hands. “Can't you see I'm busy!”

Any other time, you'd just roll your eyes and let him be, usually coming back when you know he's been up past 18-20 hours and insist he gets rest.

However, you didn't, taking note that he wasn't tinkering with any equipment–the cameraa were all shut off for the first time…

“Yeah…very…”

Ed just grumbled as he turned away from you and back to the blank screens.

The screens buzzed back on as Edward switched them back to life.

“What were you doing…”

“What're you-”

Edward snarled before kicking his chair back as he stood up.

“Don't be stupid…you know what I'm referring to…don't make me ask again.”

You crossed your arms. You were mostly used to Ed’s shit, but you couldn't help but feel this was caused by something else entirely…and it put you off.

“Well, if you must know…I was getting intel, you mentioned how quiet some of the informants got so I took the liberty of finding out what's going on–”

You continued before Ed could criticize how careless that was. “I gave false names and stories…no one has a clue I'm working with you…”

You moved across the floor to where you were side by side with the rogue.

You dropped a few cassette tapes on the desk before turning around and walking off.

“You're welcome.”

Ed tried to think of something belittling and critical to say but somehow couldn't muster the energy.

He glanced over at the tapes that you clearly labeled to his specifications…

Edward Nygma will deal with this later–he sees Batman out of the corner of his eye.

It's showtime.

[cowchickenbeefpork]

okay but can we talk about how ???? Lucius is with Edward? Like this man is a freak I can’t hold it in anymore. How did one episode make a man get revealed as a fucking freak in a way.

Ed has both gassed up a entire group of cops which made them fear about a poison threat he made up, held Lucius’s coworker hostage dangling over a flight of stairs, admitted to having something to do with their missing mayor via omission (not responding at all when Lucius asked him about it) broke into Lucius’s car and pointed a gun at him once Lucius got in ALL IN THE SAME DAY AND HE DOESN'T FREAK OUT ONCE???? He doesn’t freak out at all with Edward. Never once does he freak out. He stays level headed, empathetic and genuinely caring about Edward’s mental state while talking to him???? The way he’s so level headed here feels like he has a fucking screw loose in his cranium. Literally how.

Mind you Ed is a man who his first interaction with was ED ADMITTING HE HAD A MISSING COP IN HIS HOME VIA A RIDDLE. HIS SECOND INTERACTION WITH THIS MAN IS HIM MAKING HIM ANSWER FUCKING RIDDLES IN ARKHAM OR ELSE HE WILL KILL THEM BOTH WITH POISON. I KNOW HE WAS BLUFFING ABOUT THE POISON HERE AGAIN BUT GENUINELY HOW IS HE ALWAYS LEVEL HEADED WITH THIS MAN. FREAK BEHAVIOR!!!!

Also him acting like this strengthens the fact the only riddle he got right was reflection. He understands at least some part of Ed. Even though that part is small and fuzzy in his understanding, it’s still something. It’s still something that he can empathize with. Something that is worth trying to understand more of even despite their brief encounters. God do I love his weird push over ways with Ed it’s so fucking fun I wish they interacted more. This is horrific for me

[caesariawritesstuff]

omg i’m so sorry for being late with this ( it’s 20 mins to midnight for me ) could i do a 🌹 💋

with a roles reversed C&M where y/n is transferred into the GCPD from arkham asylum and Arkham origins eddie is assigned her handler.

( ps i cannot wait for the next arc of C&M !! )

Switched

Summary: When a new patient from Arkham is released on probation, Edward finds himself as her handler at the GCPD. A role-reversed AU where Detective is the criminal and Ed is the hero.

Word Count: 3.0k

Content Warning: Some nonconsensual touching, grinding, Reader being a bit of a sexual menace.

A/N: Anon I need you to know that I got this request and screamed. It has had me in a chokehold since I got it and I really think this could be a fun AU to write one of these days, but I hope you enjoy!

Edward Nashton was a man of many talents.

He could code at an exhilarating rate, solve equations well beyond the means of other people’s intellectual capabilities, and calculate pi to the trillionth digit. However, what Edward Nashton could not do, was be someone’s babysitter.

And that’s exactly what he felt like now as he looked at you, studying you from head to toe as Commissioner Loeb introduced you to him. Normally, Edward wouldn’t normally care about a new hire at the GCPD – but this was different. You were different.

And that was because you weren’t just any new hire.

You were a released patient from the newly refurbished Arkham Asylum that had been opened last year, a thoughtless attempt to rehabilitate Gotham’s most insane of criminals. Your file sat on Loeb’s desk, a thick stack of all of your crimes: arson, armed robbery, murder, extortion – the list went on and on. And Edward was absolutely appalled that you would be allowed out of Arkham and given a second chance at rehabilitation.

“Nashton,” Loeb said. “I’m assigning you to be her handler.”

Edward’s eyes flickered to you. “Her…handler?” More like babysitter, he thought, anger churning wildly in his stomach. He couldn’t believe this – and not only this, but he didn’t like the way you were leaning back in your seat, one leg folded across the other, a seductive smirk plastered across your face. The kind of smirk that made his skin crawl. Edward couldn’t help but notice that you were wearing a low skirt just above the knees, and a white blouse that was more low-cut for his liking, the sleeves rolled up to your elbows. There was an air about you, one filled with a seductiveness and superiority that he did not like.

Oh, he did not like this one bit.

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Nashton,” you said, not bothering to stand, gazing at him with a heavy gaze, a thin line of eyeliner swiped across your shimmery eyelids.

“Pleasure,” Edward muttered, but he was less than pleased at all. A criminal inside the GCPD, where you could steal secrets and feed inside information to other criminals? Not exactly something he’d like to be dealing with right about now. But he, found, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, couldn’t stop the pull as he inhaled a sexy scent of sweet salt and caramel radiating off of your body and through your hair.

“She’ll be acting as an assistant for the department,” Loeb continued. “Make sure she gets settled in and has whatever she needs.”

“Very well,” Edward said, even though a lump formed in his throat. He glanced at you again, and Loeb’s brows furrowed as he stared at him, before nodding in dismissal, waving his hand lazily.

“Well,” Edward said again, clearing his throat. “I’ll show you around.”

“Oh, and Nashton,” Loeb said, catching his attention again. “We don’t have the space around the department, so she’ll be sharing your office with you.”

That made Edward still. His skin crawled at the thought of letting you into his private space, his stomach twisting in knots, but he nodded, gritting his teeth; the very prospect of being forced to share his sacred space with you irritated him to no end. But, he clenched his jaw and swallowed down his words of anger as his fists curled into hands, digging into his palms, into the thin leather of his fingerless gloves.

You can deal with this, Edward, he told himself. He’d dealt with a lot worse in his time here already, and in his life in general. Babysitting you would be nothing he couldn’t handle. All he had to do was show you around, ignore you, and that would be that. Right?

As Edward made his way out of Loeb’s office, you followed close behind, that scent of your perfume still tickling his nose. You shut the office door behind you and turned to him, before flashing him that tricky, seductive smile. Your lips were pink and glossy, your cheeks flushed pink, and when you blinked, the shimmer across your eyelids caught in the light. There was something about you that made his heart clench in his chest, his loins stir in a way they hadn’t in a long time, but he clenched his teeth and curled his fists tighter.

“Well,” Edward said, clearing his throat. “I suppose I’ll be showing you around.” He jerked his chin for you to follow him, as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

You certainly didn’t look like a criminal. He’d seen his fair share of criminals come in and out of the GCPD, and Edward was good at reading people – but you? You didn’t give off the aura of a criminal at all. Not even your eyes held that same coldness other psychopaths and murderers and degenerates held. There was something different about you, but he couldn’t place it, as much as he maybe shouldn’t bother trying.

“Thank you,” you said, your voice smooth, full of confidence.

He glanced at you again, but he couldn’t help the way his eyes dipped to look at the way your blouse was open just enough for him to get a nice peek at your cleavage. Quickly, he looked back up, his cheeks heating to the billionth degree.

“See something you like?” you asked, smirking.

Shit. You’d noticed. His cheeks burned even harder, and he swallowed the lump in his throat, averting his eyes from the way your own gaze burned holes in his skin.

“This is my office,” he said instead, opening the door and flicking on the light. Crappy, yellow overhead lightning flickered on inside his Cybercrimes Division office – which wasn’t much of a department at all. Just a couple of desks, all of them empty except his own, stacked with computer monitors and his hefty CPU he’d built from scratch with painstaking care. Perhaps against GCPD protocol, but he didn’t care much. Much better than the archaic machines that were in the precinct anyways.

“Take whatever desk you want,” Edward murmured, shoving his hands into his pockets.

You glanced around, frowning, before you looked back at him. “This room is a dump,” you said, wandering over to one desk with a gentle sway of your hips. You reached down, swiping your finger across the thin layer of dust that had coated everything.

That made Edward snort. “Apologies, your highness. I didn’t realize I needed to do a deep cleaning before your arrival.” The sarcastic words dripped out of him like venom.

You glanced back at him, smirking, rubbing your finger against your thumb in an attempt to rub off the dust. “I don’t mind things getting a little dirty,” you replied, but there was something in your tone that made Edward’s stomach do a thousand flips.

He shifted on his feet, gazing at you as his cheeks continued to burn. But you only turned around fully and smiled, before hoisting yourself onto the desk and crossing one slender leg over the other, placing your hands behind you to prop yourself up as you leaned back. Edward’s eyes widened at how brazen and bold the movement was, and he took a step back, clearing his throat.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to be on the desk,” he said, his words level.

“You could join me, if you want?” you asked, raising your brows, your tone suggestive.

Edward felt excitement shoot all the way down to his cock. Excitement that he hadn’t felt in years – as if his cock had a mind of it’s own, coming to life, desperate for attention and stimulation. He shifted back and forth on his feet and swallowed the lump in his throat.

“I don’t think so,” he said. But the words were strained, his cock pulsating.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re no fun.” You jumped off the desk, before wandering past him, pausing to reach up and pat his shoulder. “I’m sure I can change that.”

Edward’s eyes went so wide he was surprised they didn’t pop right out of his head. He blinked, trying to process everything you were saying, but he only stepped back and cleared his throat once more. This couldn’t be happening – he needed to remain at his utmost professional behavior. He could not allow himself to fall into this…trap. Whatever trap you were laying for him, like a black widow spinning her web of lies and deceit.

He took a wide step back from you, ensuring there was enough distance between the both of you, clearing his throat again as words lodged there, swollen and hollow. Finally, he said, “I’m going to show you around the department now.”

Before you could say more, he turned on his heels and headed back through the halls, determined to keep his eyes forward and his cock from growing in his pants. But the continuous sweet smell of your perfume only continued to invade his nose, and his heart thumped wildly in his chest, each heavy beat only worsening inside of him. He swallowed the lump in his throat, but continued showing you around the GCPD. You were quiet, your eyes forward, nodding along as he introduced you to several department heads. But the entire time, he couldn’t help but notice that any man you passed by, you flashed the same flirty smile, the same bedroom eyes, batting your lashes, wielding your sexuality like a weapon.

A true black widow, indeed.

By the time he finished showing you around, Commissioner Loeb pulled you back into his office to fill out some paperwork, giving Edward a moment to breathe. Wiping the sweat from his temple, he hurried into his office and quickly shut the door, sliding into his seat, fingers racing across the keys as he looked up your new employee file and everything he could find about you: apparently, you’d been in Arkham for six months, receiving extensive rehabilitation before being deemed to fit to return to society. It didn’t take him long to learn that you were living in a halfway house for convicted female felons, and that you were being forced to work here at the GCPD as part of your parole. But as he dug deeper, he found a laundry list of your crimes: from murder, to extortion, to theft. Apparently, you used to be work for your parents at the Cresthelm Foundation, but something – something Edward couldn’t quite find – made you have a psychotic break and turn to life of crime.

He tapped his fingertips against the desk, a gentle thrumming as curiosity brewed in his veins. You came from an affluent family, had a myriad of wealth at your disposal, you were well-educated…so what made you snap? That was the question he found eating away at him for the next hour, until the door to his office opened. He sat up, quickly clicking off your file and hiding it away, sitting up straighter as you entered the office.

He swiveled around in his chair to look at you. “Everything all right?” he asked, trying to maintain some sense of professional politeness, though he couldn’t care less.

“Everything’s fine, Mr. Nashton,” you replied. But your gaze was hardened like stone.

Edward lifted his chin slightly, his curiosity stirring, but he only turned away, glancing once more at his computer screen. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do with you being in his office, or apparently, the assistant to the department. You crossed your arms over your chest, and looked around, gazing at his empty office, before your eyes settled on him again.

“You don’t like to decorate,” you finally said.

Well, you were right about that. He had nothing: no family photos, no little knickknacks, nothing on his desk that gave any indication that his office was like his second home.

“I find it a foolish waste of time,” was all he said.

You smirked. “Smart man.”

His heart pounded deep in his chest. That lump in his throat formed again, heat rising across his throat, but he looked away and focused back on the computer screen before him, at a random document he’d pulled up to make himself look like he was busy.

“What’s a matter, Mr. Nashton?” you asked, your voice oddly smooth and quiet as you shut the door behind you, your hands trailing down to lock it.

The sound of the lock turning made him sit up straighter and turn to you. He blinked once. Twice. A third time as he noticed the way you approached his chair with slow steps, like you were the predator and he the prey, a gentle sway to your hips. Your eyes were narrowed, heavy-lidded bedroom eyes that made his insides do a thousand flips.

“Cat got your tongue?” you asked, the corners of your lips twitching upwards.

Edward cleared his throat again, trying desperately to find the words to ask what the hell you were doing, but they caught in his mouth and died on his tongue. Finally, he prepared to stand, his hands resting on the armrests of his chair to propel himself upwards, when your hand suddenly shot out, long-nailed fingers splaying out on his chest, pushing him back down.

“Here’s how this is going to work,” you said before he could even protest. “You might be my assigned handler here, but I’m not interested in having a babysitter. Understand?”

His cheeks burned, the touch of your fingers across his sweater vest practically radiating your warmth all the way through the fabric and onto his skin. No one had ever touched him like this before – spoken to him like this before – and it was irritating and exhilarating all at the same time, excitement shooting all the way down to his neglected cock. He couldn’t help himself – couldn’t help the rush of heat pooling in his bloodstream and down to his loins. It’d been ages since he’d touched himself, nonetheless, let someone else touch him, and he felt his cock rise at attention, the sound of your dominating voice stirring desire deep in his belly. Slowly, your eyes dropped down to the growing bulge in his pants, and when you looked back up, you smiled.

“Miss—” he started to say, your name rolling off his tongue.

Your smile only grew, a wickedness filling your eyes. “What’s wrong, Mr. Nashton?”

“This is highly inappropriate,” he said, his words stumbling out of his mouth. The heat radiating across his skin and pulsating all the way down to his cock only worsened, as if he’d been dunked in a boiling vat of lava.

“I’ve always like the inappropriate,” you replied. “And I can tell you do, too.” As you spoke, you pressed your hand harder into his chest, forcing him to sit back down.

Edward’s knees buckled underneath him. The force of your hand was hardly anything strong – he was sure he could overpower you in an instant – but his knees gave out against his control, and he sank back into his chair, gazing up at you as you quietly straddled him, your thighs coming to rest on either side of him. Your skirt hiked up a little, revealing a lacy little thong, and your center brushed against the bulge in his pants. He gasped, a shark intake of breath, and shuddered as your hands settled on his shoulders.

“Have you never had a woman touch you?” you asked, laughing lightly. “How pathetic. For a man as handsome as you, I’d think you’d get all kinds of action.”

“Miss…” he said again, your name rolling off his tongue. “I don’t even know you. I’m supposed to be your handler. Not—”

“Not what? My new plaything?” you asked, rolling your hips once.

Edward shuddered again as your core rocked against his hard on. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, the sensation like nothing he’d felt before. He had every urge to grab onto your hips, rip your thong right off, and impale you on his cock right then and there. But this was highly inappropriate – he could lose his job if you were caught straddling him like this, if…

“I’m no one’s plaything,” he muttered.

“See, Mr. Nashton, that’s where you’re wrong,” you whispered, leaning forward to gently brush your lips against his earlobes. “Because you’re my plaything now. And unless you’re willing to march in there and demand the Commissioner send me away, well, go for it. But if you do that, you’ll miss all the fun we’d have together. And right now, I think you could use a bit of fun.” In response, you rolled your hips once more.

Edward could’ve cum right then and there. Your body was pressed tight against his, your smell intoxicating, the feeling of your hot core so close to his throbbing cock – it was all too much, and Edward had never been in this position before. He didn’t know whether or not to push you off or bend you over his desk right here and now.

“I bet you say that to all the guys,” he muttered again, rolling his eyes.

“Only the ones I like,” you said with a light laugh, your breath tickling his cheek. “And I quite like you, Edward Nashton.”

“You’re insane,” he whispered, a low groan escaping his lips.

And then you pulled away and slid off of him, rising back to your feet and smoothing down your skirt and adjusting your blouse as if nothing had happened at all. He blinked, the heat continuing to pulse through him, his eyes going wide as you turned and unlocked the door, grabbing onto the handle, before turning back and shooting him a look.

“Sometimes insanity needs a little bit of company,” you said. “Think about what I said.”

And you were out the door without another word, shutting the door to his office behind you, leaving him all alone, breathless, his cock aching with desperate need. He smoothed back the sweaty hair from his head, wondering just what the hell happened and how he was ever going to survive the next few days, weeks, if not months, with you working here in the GCPD – but a soft smirk twitched at the edge of his lips. He’d been looking for a challenge. Someone to keep him on his toes – and maybe that’s exactly what you presented to him.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

[finniestoncrane]

💌 🌹 ⛓️ 🥺 for Unburied Ed please. I need him so bad *slam fit into wall*

💌 sending/receiving nudes headcanon

i do believe he would have found himself a phone in arkham, and i think he would absolutely have sent the silliest, sluttiest nudes of himself to whoever the fuck's phone number he remembered, and having a memory so good means he remembered a few key people, so depending on how you look at it (depending on if you're bruce wayne or not) you're either very lucky or unlucky to receive one...

🌹 romantic sex headcanon

when he's been well behaved and out of arkham for a considerable amount of time, he loses that animalistic need and sex once again becomes a want, so he can afford to lose himself in the romance of it all. flirty little riddles inviting you to a specific hotel suite, champagne, rooms that smell like his cologne, rose petals on the bed. he's still going to fuck you so rough you'll feel worn out an unable to speak, but it's far more romantic than normal!!

⛓️ kinky headcanon

he likes being cuffed and restrained, but he still has to be the top. he likes to prove that he has complete control over himself and everyone else even when he's held back by a collar or chains or ropes or handcuffs. and unbelievably he's even more effective when he loses the use of one or more parts of his body

🥺 first time headcanon

his first sexual experience was as a bottom receiving, and while it was fine and he had fun, it did change his dna a little bit and he refused to ever be the bottom again. so even when you're pounding his delightful little hole, he's the one setting the pace and doing the work. any time with a new partner he'll let them choose whether they want to give or receive, but he's the one in control, it's just better for everyone that way

send me a nsfw headcanon prompt

[riddlermobilehehe]

Hmm.. it seems like coming up with what happened after the events of Zero Year wasn't so much a bad idea.

And so! I like to think that Ed won't be able to escape from Arkham, he simply won't be able to.. Well, think for yourself! They tied his hands and feet so that he couldn't even move. But nevertheless, Edward is a genius of thought! I think he will be able to arrange with someone to be released.

That's how his heartwarming "new life" story begins. Edward will be watched so that he won't be able to breathe again, but it's better than hanging in Arkham. And so, the only place where he can safely escape from eternal control is the sea route to the north. Of course, they will keep an eye on him there, so that he does not sink the icebreaker by chance. But it will become much calmer. During his stay in the north, he will come up with another brilliant plan, but more on that later. In the meantime, he's just working with some not-so-valuable securities, because he can't be trusted with secrets. And of course he raises dogs for his dog sled