#eds in Arkham again

[snuize]

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

[riddlers-left-buttcheek]

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 😭😭😭🧡🧡🧡

[shinyspanishgem]

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.

[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.

[gottaread2]

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.

[amomentsescape]

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

Reader Saving Oswald and Edward

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

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

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

Oswald Cobblepot

Your safety had always been his number one priority

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

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

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

You overheard some hushed voices around the corner

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

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

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

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

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

You'd be breaking the vow you made

But as another shot rang out, the decision was made

You sprinted in the building and kept your head low

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

On instinct, you followed it

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

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

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

You'd never seen him so angry with you before

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

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

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

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

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

You began to tear up at this

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

"Better me than you!"

Your sobs finally broke through the night

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

And with that, his anger dropped

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

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

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

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

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

Edward Nygma

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

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

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

He turned himself in to protect you

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

His sad eyes just stared back at you

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

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

That is why you knew you had to save him

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

Would he be upset? Yes

Would he likely berate you for being so careless? Absolutely

But you knew he'd do it for you

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

But you found a way

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

And the moment it went off, all hell broke loose

Inmates were laughing and yelling as they sprinted through the hole

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

But you waited

And right before it seemed doomed, he stepped through

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He slightly relaxed at this, knowing you were right

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

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

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

[s-e-v-e-n-24]

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

[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.

[c0wchickenbeefp0rk]

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.

[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

[riddle-me-fear]

Riddles, your underlings in Arkham City give you away pretty easily... How come so?

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Because they're INCOMPETENT IDIOTS! Also, don't call me "Riddles".

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Uhm... Howdy y'all, sorry for bein' gone fo' a hot minute.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Oh don't apologize, they weren't complaining. And even if they were, they'll live. Although I can only imagine how absolutely miserable they must have been, unable to hear the heavenly sound of my voice for such a long time.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Ahah, ya know I could go without sometime. Takin' a break from yer yappin' sounds like heaven ta me.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Are you implying you'd like the idea of breaking up with me? Because if so, I'll gladly--

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

--Cut ma balls off, I know, easy there tiger, nobody implyin' nuthin.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Then you should know just as well how much I HATE being interrupted!

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Ahahah, I know, I know, ya can punish me later.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Oh nonono, we're never going to get through these questions at this rate if I did that.

...

Don't you look at me like that.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

What? I'm jus' lookin, same way I always do.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

No, you're giving me that-- ...seductive look. Stop it.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

I'm literally lookin' normally, ye'r bein' delusional.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Ahaha! Me! Delusional! Oh that's rich, coming from you.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Will you jus' answer the damn question?

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

I did! What more do you want me to say?!

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

I dunno, elaborate?!

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Ughh, fine! See, Arkham City was a whole disaster in itself, since SOMEBODY decided to get all of us into this situation. Don't want to call out any names here, but what's short in size, speaks in rhymes and has quite the Strange look in his eyes?

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Hhh, Ed...

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

You know how this goes Jon, answer or I will.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Jervis Tetch.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Bingo! Come to think of it, I should call him Sell-out Snitch from now on. Anyway, absolutely everything was scarce. And, as misfortune would have it, I was a bit short on money back then, so I couldn't pay my goons that well. Not that I think it would have made a difference, someone need only whisper "Batman" in their presence and they'll run for the hills, or immediately give away my secret location. That's why I've been laying low as of late, not employing anyone, other than my two ever faithful girls.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Ya sure that's the only reason ye'r "layin' low" right nah?

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Oh, is my little crow complaining? Would you rather want to "lay low" tonight?

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Ohooh! What happened ta answerin' questions?

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Oh that can wait, I suppose. One is enough for today, right? Now we can get back to... the usual.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

If ya ever call me out on ma coffee addiction again, I'mma remind ya of this.

[batmanfruitloops]

Hi- I'm addicted to Arkham and how it works-

I'm curious about two things-

How long everyone's imprisonment is supposed to be for their crimes and how their relationship to the doctors/Jeremiah Arkham or Hugo Strange is :3

Have a good day!!!

The length of their imprisonment is actually a bit tricky to answer, but I'll do my best:

As we've stated, a big part of the main au is that Batman and the Joker don't intend to send anybody to Arkham. For those who need help, they need a better facility for that, and for the criminals, there's should be a better jailing and charging procedure.

So, the only way the rogues would end up in Arkham is if it happened before Batman and the Joker could stop it. In this case, the alternate timeline starts with Scarecrow and the Riddler being taken into custody by Batman and the Joker. Usually, Batman and the Joker wouldn't actually hand over the rogues (again, ones that have any saving graces). They always let them get away. But for whatever reason, they do get handed over to Gordon because another crime is taking place that they cannot ignore. Gordon does his best to stall for Batman, but the rest of the force comes to the conclusion that they need to be sent to Arkham. Jo and Ed were uncomfortable, yes, but Batman had made it clear that they wouldn't end up in Arkham. He wouldn't let it happen. But Batman and the Joker continue to be kept busy. And soon enough, Jo and Ed are being driven to Arkham. It sinks in:

Batman and the Joker aren't coming for them, are they?

I don't know much about how one decides how much time someone needs in a facility, but I'd assume they'd (supposedly) get treatment for their "mental ailments" before being charged for their crimes? That said, this alternate timeline probably only takes place over a 3 to 6 months. So the length of their imprisonment should probably be longer if it finished, but it doesn't. Bruce and John are stressing over their stay in Arkham becoming longer and longer. Bruce doesn't want to have become a liar, but he also feels the need to prioritize what else is happening in Gotham. They're in Arkham, it's not like they're going to go anywhere.....

As for their relationship with the doctors, we don't currently have a Jerimiah Arkham (Although we might later if we learn more about him and feel inspired) and Hugo, well...he's not exactly a patient favorite.

Hugo enjoys tearing people's psyches apart and leaving them a shell of themselves. The more strong-minded/determined/resistant someone is, the more he enjoys his work. He is also not above physical violence, and is very unphased by gore and viscera. He's the type of person who'd cut himself open just to see the bodily layers functioning. Nobody knows anything about him before being a doctor at Arkham either; something that Ed desperately tries to find out to gain leverage on Hugo.

Lyle Bolton (no current design, but he is present) may not be a doctor, but he's also important in this timeline. He also enjoys harassing the rogues, especially someone like Ed who can't hide his pain well or dissociate. Again, Hugo doesn't care what he does so long as they aren't dead in the end.

To be a bit more specific about how each of the rogues react to their treatment in Arkham:

Jo - he's been through a lot of pain and needing to put on a face. He doesn't get put in solitary until Hugo is able to push him past his limits, and the easiest way to do that is to go through Ed. Then Jo and Hugo are basically in a battle for control/sanity. Jo refuses to break, and Hugo refuses to give up on him. Other staff might be terrified of how feral Jo becomes, but not Hugo. Jo's only motivation is hearing the updates Hugo's taunts him with about Ed.

Ed - he's absolutely terrified about being in Arkham. It's not clean, it's not safe, there's no escape, and it's terrifying. Jo was his anchor until they're separated and Ed does his best to figure out Jo's condition and how to get out. Usually he could deflect fights away from himself by his use of words, but deflection doesn't work on Lyle or Hugo, so that's devastating.

Jervis - though he doesn't get put in Arkham until later, he and Ed become friends quickly, giving them both some much needed company. Jervis also tries to defend Ed like Jo did, but it becomes harder once he's put into a straight jacket for "insanity and potential of harm to others and oneself" and his maladaptive daydreams are much more pleasant than where he really is.

Harvey - I don't believe we've mentioned him ending up in Arkham in this timeline along with the dorks, but he does. Based on the main timeline of events, he'd have been put in there first, actually. Harvey does his best to stay in his right state of mind, logical and just. He protects any inmates he deems innocent, and attacks those he deems bad. Hugo took away his lucky coin though, so he can get stuck when deciding whether or not to act on his impulses.

- Sarsee

a bit less important, but in the Arkham timeline, Waller reaches out to Hugo for help figuring out how to exploit a certain rogues powers, only for said powers to be ruined in the process...I wonder who it could be? :)

(I started getting a bad headache finishing this post, so I apologize if some written parts make more sense than others - I can try to explain anything confusing in the comments)

[skxtchyghost]

Both have been, yes!

Jon and Ed have known each other before the Asylum, so Jon being Ed's psychiatrist in Arkham was kind of a reunion for them. It was… awkward to say the least, but they grew closer again.