#edward nygma x ofc

[stabby-apologist]

I’m just gonna post my story before I fucking lose my chapters again that I have re-written.

[elliehallers]

The thing that absolutely SUCKS about having fandom OCs (this kind of goes for OCs in general, until you release them and gain a fandom) is that you're sitting here going nuts with The Feels™, and no one (save for maybe a couple of good moots, if you're lucky 🫶🏽) gives a shit about them or what you're yapping about.

And, of course, you have to make all of the content for them as well!

[adhdnursegoat]

Edward Nashton x Romy Winslow (oc)

Check out the The Edge of Us ch. 11 on Tuesday 1.28.25 @ 11am cst!

[glitchyrealities]

Rorschach Voyeurism

Carrey!Riddler x OFC

part 1/8

"when you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye"

see a03 for tags and full story

Prologue

Everyone knew Edward Nygma was obsessed with Bruce Wayne, if the pictures splattered all over his walls were any evidence. He didn’t advertise his fascination with the younger Katherine Wayne, but it was obvious to anyone who paid attention. Her dark eyes and ruby lips were permanent residents in his fantasies. He’d met her once, well, seen her. She was sitting cross-legged on the receptionist's desk after a Wayne Industries New Year’s Eve party with a bottle of champagne in her hand. That night he dreamed a world where he caught her eye and they’d shared the bottle. After New Years, she disappeared. No one heard from her, but she had been captured in plenty of photos. She never stopped in one place for long, walking runways across Europe and Asia. He’d read every article and clipped her pictures from each magazine, methodologically pinning them up in his apartment. 

“...beautiful.” Edward mutters to himself, standing in the grocery store checkout line and clutching a special edition with her face on the cover. 

“Mister, you gonna buy that?” An unimpressed college girl stands behind the register, her hair in a ponytail and a couple cigarettes in her front shirt pocket. Edward now notices that the line is clear, and must’ve been for a while while he was lost in thought. He flushes, and steps forward without a word, laying the magazine down on the conveyor belt with a pack of pens and a bag of ground coffee. He shoves his hands in his pockets as she scans the items, fumbling for his wallet. 

It’s cold and rainy when he reaches the door, the raindrops covering his glasses and immediately impeding his vision. He groans and sets the grocery bag down, wiping his glasses, just for them to be covered again as soon as he looks back towards the street. He starts to take them back off, before a warm body walks right into him. 

“Oh!” A feminine gasp comes from the body, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Edward says without looking up, still fiddling with the glasses. 

“No, really. Here, take my umbrella. You look like you need it more than I do.”

“Oh...thank you!” He says, surprised and finally moving to meet her eyes as she practically shoves the umbrella into his hands. 

“It’s no problem, sorry again.” The brunette rushes off into the crowd just as Edward recognizes her. He pushes through the crowd, desperately searching for one more look at her, but it’s no use, she’s gone. When he looks back down, he notices the umbrella in his hands. Specifically, the “K.W.” professionally embroidered on the corner in gold threading. He runs his thumb over it, his heart thumping in his chest. He tucks the umbrella under his coat and takes off down the street, bag in hand. 

*

Katherine is soaked when she walks through the door, slipping off her heeled boots and raincoat and piling them beside the entryway. 

“Hello?” She calls into the vast expanse of Wayne Manor, stockinged  feet padding across the hardwood. “Hm.” 

“Miss Katherine!”

She smiles, “Hi, Alfred.”

“Master Bruce will be home very late, but I can make up some coffee if you’d like to wait up?”

“No, no. I think I’ll just take a warm bath and go to bed.” She says, running her hand over the railing as she takes the first few steps up the staircase.

“Of course. Oh, and welcome home.” Alfred says with a gentle smile.

“Thanks, Alfred.” She mutters, heading up the stairs to take her shower.

Her room is just the way it was when she left. She was 23, fresh out of business school and getting signed for an international contract. It’s only been two years, but it seems like so much longer. The world has changed, she’s changed. She falls onto the bed with a gentle moan, wriggling into the goosedown and twisting around to grasp for something on her nightstand. Her fingers close around an oak frame and she brings the picture down from it’s place to rest it on the towel she has wrapped around her. Martha and Thomas Wayne, each with an arm around one of their young children. Bruce was seven in this picture, Katherine was two. She puts the picture back into its place and turns over in the bed with a sigh, staring out the open window. 

*

He pins the magazine cover to the wall, chewing on the inside of his lip, before turning back to his desk where the umbrella sits. He can’t fully believe it. She...touched him. He sits on the rickety twin bed. If he focuses on the memory, shutting his eyes and going back to that afternoon, he can almost feel her warmth against him and the brush of her hand against his. He’s frustrated with himself for not noticing who she was sooner, recognizing her voice, or at least looking up at her as soon as she bumped into him. But he didn’t, the opportunity was squandered, and yet she still gifted him with something of hers. It’s just an umbrella, but the sight of K.W. makes his heart skip a beat. He wants to see those initials everywhere. They fill his head. K.W. K.W. K.W. K.N. He opens his eyes with a start, blushing at the thought of K.N. engraved on her jewelry. The thought that there could be a universe where she belonged to him, on his arm and in his bed at night. He lets himself believe the fantasy long enough to drift into a peaceful sleep.

[stabbyapologist]

The Riddle

"There are secrets that we still have left to find

There have been mysteries from the beginning of time

There are answers we're not wise enough to see

He said... You're looking for a clue: I love you free..."

[finniestoncrane]

i feel so annoying and weird asking you to write this but if you have the time can i request for you to please write about gotham eddie verbally degrading and humiliating the shit out of you, making you feel stupid - preferably you can also include some nsfw elements like choking, slapping reader on the face, putting his fingers in her mouth dhdjdkd - ofc make it as long or short as you would like❤️❤️❤️❤️ im just giving ideas write it however you would like!!

(i just adore your writing sm and you are the only one i trust to give the most accurate and amazing representation of the different versions of the riddler)

i wish you an amazing day(or night) and i hope you are feeling loved and appreciated❤️

On Your Knees

Gotham!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 450 anon this is the nicest thing you are so lovely! please don't feel weird or annoying at all!! that comment means the world to me, and i'm so sorry this took a while to get out but i hope it's what you were looking for! 💚🔍 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: degradation, choking, humiliation, slapping, implied oral sex

Every second that you knelt in front of him, fumbling, your fingers uncoordinated and shaking, only made you more stressed, more nervous, more flustered. And more aroused.

“Your levels of capabilities are even lower than I first thought. This should be a simple task, an easy to complete action that even you would be capable of.”

He punctuated his word with a grip on your chin, forcing your head to angle up and look at him. And from down there, Edward Nygma looked every bit the part. The Riddler. Cruel, genius, criminal.

“Take a deep breath. Calm your idiotic nerves. And I’ll tell you once more. Unbuckle. My. Belt.”

A quick breath in, you put your fingers back to work, managing the buckle with ease now that you were focused, driven, ready to prove yourself capable for him. But as you began to tease the leather through the belt loop, you felt a hot stinging on your cheek where he had struck it.

“I said unbuckle it, not take it off. So not only are you an idiot, you can’t even listen to, or follow for that matter, basic instructions.”

“Sorry, Edward.”

“Not sorry enough.”

He gripped your chin again, tighter this time, with his thumb pressing down on your bottom row of teeth. Holding your mouth open, he laughed at you, cruel and sharp. You felt your face reddening, embarrassed at the position you now held. Removing his thumb, he quickly replaced it with two of his fingers, using them to hold your tongue down flat and then running them slowly up it, into your mouth, down to the back of your throat. When you gagged, he withdrew them quickly, taking a hold of your neck.

“I’m embarrassed for you.”

He wore a face of false sympathy, tilting his head to the side with a soft, yet nasty smile, looking down at you with pity. As you stared up at him, squeezing your thighs together, he watched you squirm. As you felt your arousal building, he grabbed you by the throat, not impeding your breathing in anyway, but tight and powerful enough that he could if he wanted to. The leather of his driving gloves, smooth against your skin.

“You’re pathetic. I know that… because I was too. But I was capable enough to become better. You will struggle on your knees like the stupid, insignificant, incapable dullard that you are.”

He pulled the belt through the loops of his pants, snapping the leather together in front of you. And as you stared up at him, eyes stinging with anticipation, he unzipped his pants, holding his cock in his leather-clad hands, silently.

“Are you going to use your initiative? Or do I have to force this lesson on you as well?”

[quandaryqueen]

(I am so sorry if I'm being,,, too much with my asks)

Harley Quinn, BTAS, Young justice, and ... Uhh the I think one zero riddler's

Spouse!reader and Ed just being this adorable married couple-

Ed somehow always has his tie loose because he knows his spouse would fix it for him 😒

Nobody knows that this man is married, when they do they just be like "HOW THE FUCK-"

Cause, how did THIS MAN got a sweet s/o like THIS *waves frantically at a smiling reader giving their husband food*

Idk why but I can see him saying "*sighs* I miss my spouse, Jon."

I'd LOVE to be this man's spouse, cause, he DESERVES love alr? Oh, you want me to cook? OFC BABES <33 want me to pamper you with love n affection? BITCH OFCCC

Oh he's being insecure? Walk into my arms and I'll comfort him n give him all the affections he needs

I'm so down bad for him 😭😭

Also, reader knows he's the riddler and is often giving him ideas for his plan n shi

Alr so those were some hc's I thought of but this is the real reaction scenerio

Some hero is about to punch/hit the riddler and civilian! spouse! Reader was just around the area and saw it so they thought of the mist logical thing to do,

Punch the living daylights out of the hero, sending them FLYING-

Turns out, reader is very strong n can hold superman in a chokehold, they're also experienced with fighting <33

The reason why riddler haven't discovered this secret is because reader has perfect control with their strength

More reasons why I love you

Edward Nygma X Reader

AHHHHH the overall mundanity and domestic stuff you put there is making me melt, because gosh, I do strive to be that kind of spouse someday.

💚 Young Justice

Yeah, you can sense the heart eyes radiating off him whenever he's staring at you. Whenever he's staring off into an abyss, it's you he's thinking about or other shower thoughts. 70% of the time, it is you. Stop being so fucking cute UGH—

So imagine his absolute fucking shock, when you caught a punch from one of the heroes with an open palm, and absolutely POUNDED THEIR ASSES TO SAVE YOUR HUSBAND FRIM BEING BATTERED.

Oh be still his beating heart.

💚 Batman the animated series

Yeah, highkey this man loosen his tie or intentionally ties it wrong just so you can fix it. Then he'd take advantage of the lack of distance between you and steal a kiss like, "Sorry, I just can't help it my dear!" 💝😘🤤

Initially, he was scared for you when you suddenly used yourself as a shield to protect him, might've screamed because he'd rather get himself hurt than you (because of him) but then you started to fight back... Gosh he might be shed a tear because LORD, HE HAS TRULY FOUND THE ONE!

💚 Harley Quinn

He has subjected his fellow rogues to his sporadic lines of "I miss my spouse." after he sighs. At first some of them smiled because fuck that's wholesome, but then it increasingly got recent and they just got annoyed. WE GET IT, SOMEBODY LOVES YOU.

Okay anyways, he believes he can handle himself and there would be no need for protection, but if you do, well then my love, it's best if you train hard and-- wait, you're already strong. And you've been keeping this from him? Well how was he supposed to know--!

💚 Year Zero

Everyone is asking why this absolute cunt of a man gets a spouse as loving as you. Why? Just, why? Why him? Are you being coerced? No? Okay, but like, blink twice if you need help--

Okay, so this man. I've yet to read Year Zero, but I can't deny the fact that I'm getting masochistic vibes from this dude. So if he sees you beating up heroes who's he's currently combating, he gets this idea. Idea that had him staring at your frame still fighting against a hero with a smug grin.

Well, he's going to test out some... Things tonight.

[mrs-daddyissues]

considerably

~ C H A P T E R  8 ~

~ Masterlist ~

Pairing: Alfred Pennyworth x OFC

Series Summary: Sarabi Nichols is Bruce Wayne’s life long friend that aids in creating weaponry and making outfits. When she was younger she had a thing for Bruce but now her taste has aged. Considerably. Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce’s guardian and butler is more her style now. Despite this knew found liking, Sarabi feels trapped. She can’t talk to Bruce about it and clearly can’t mention it to Alfred. The only person she has is her best friend, Claudia. Sarabi has to fight the things she feels for the older man because he could never feel the same way back, right?

{Normal} Playlist

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Warnings: Swearing, sexual references

Word Count: 1831

Author’s Note:

If you didn’t see it in my last post, I just wanted to say that I am returning to work soon so my posting schedule will not be as consistent. Apologies but for now, enjoy!

Sarabi’s eyes fluttered open as soft morning light filtered through her curtains. She felt warm and tingly all over but couldn’t remember having a sex dream that night. She felt around her nightgown and found no evidence. Suddenly, like a large wave, all the previous night’s events replayed in her mind.

She remembered the way every person stared at her as she graced those stairs. She remembered dancing with that old guy and then with the young, skinny Edward Nygma that she introduced to Claudia. 

But the thing that was making her feel so pleased was the moments she shared with Alfred. She recounted their sensual dance as if they’d done it millions of times before and the way he talked to her in his jealous almost possessive tone. The dance and the small encounter that happened afterwards replayed in her mind and made her sigh contently.

At that moment, her phone pinged. She turned over with a gruff and grabbed the phone. On her screen was a text from Claudia.

So...did you get some? ;)

Sarabi’s smile faded when she realised what this all meant. She would have to face Alfred today and what was she supposed to do? Act like nothing happened or address the ache in her core that had started building. She felt a pinch of annoyance as she thought about how she could’ve ended the night with Alfred in her bed. 

Sarabi rolled back over and slapped her forehead. ‘What the fuck am I suppose to do?’ Sarabi stressed over and over again before deciding to text Claudia back.

No, did you?

Sarabi tried to distract herself by making conversation with Claudia but it didn’t help. Her body yearned for Alfred in a way it hadn’t before. Sarabi knew this stronger craving was because of how close she got to what she wanted last night. She didn’t know how long she could stand it.

Aw, that’s too bad. You’ll get him eventually. And yes I did get some and it wasn’t half bad. 

Sarabi was glad Claudia had some fun but now she wanted to have her own fun. She didn’t know what to do but she knew Claudia would.

What the fuck should I do? Do I act as if nothing happened?

Sarabi texted, hoping that Claudia had all the answers she needed.

Talk to him. When you get a spare chance. I might come over later and we can discuss it further, alright Sarbi? Gtg but I love you and go get some ;)

Claudia’s answer made Sarabi’s nerves fly through the roof but she made the decision. She’d discuss it with Claudia, hopefully, and get all the advice she needed. She would then, when she got a private, spare chance, talk to Alfred and see what happens. It could ruin everything they had but if it went the way she wanted, it could have some of the most delicious payoff.

Please, come over. I need your guidance, wise one! Love ya.

She texted back almost instantly. Sarabi knew it was the only way to know for sure. If she didn’t talk with him she would never know.

Sarabi managed to avoid Alfred for the day as he was in the ballroom helping clean up. Sarabi busied herself with work in the cave that ranged from weapons manufacturing to hacking into security cameras and surveying crime. In retrospect, she’s very glad that Bruce had that gala because now Alfred would be away for the whole day.

Halfway through the day, Sarabi realised what she was doing was useless so she retired to her room. Having no clue what else to do, she read, watched some TV and even had a random shower. She was bored and kind of wishing she had some sort of work to do.

“Miss Nichols?” The sonorous British voice registered in her ears while she put away a pair of socks. She turned around quickly and felt all rationality leave her mind. Everything she had prepared before was completely washed from her mind like a sandcastle during high tide. She marvelled at how Alfred, without any effort, could make her mind unravel like that.

“Miss Nichols?” Alfred’s head inclined when Sarabi didn’t respond. She then quickly snapped out of her trance and shook her head, her curls bouncing on her shoulders.

“Yes, Alfred?” Sarabi let go of a shaky breath as her heart thumped against her chest.

“Miss Flynn is here to see you,” Alfred responded with the most professional voice Sarabi had ever heard him use. It was like he was trying to be overly professional.

“She didn’t tell me she would be here,” Sarabi wasn’t surprised though, Claudia was the ultimate best friend. She was there for her whenever she needed it.

Sarabi walked up to where Alfred was standing and watched how his eyes flickered down to her lips and back up to her eyes. Sarabi gave a similar stare to Alfred hoping he would just confess to her first. The tension between the two was thick.

After the dance the two shared the feelings between the two seemed much hotter and heavier. The tension was extreme and almost unbearably. She would love to get it other with and jump Alfred’s bones but he had other plans. 

“Miss Flynn is waiting,” Alfred reminded Sarabi as her body moved closer to his. Sarabi didn’t even notice she was doing it.

“Right, thanks,” Sarabi quickly scurried away to find Claudia watching from the bottom of the staircase.

“Did I interrupt?” Claudia asked with a worried but playful tone. She hoped she hadn’t interrupted an important moment but also hoped that things were moving forward.

“You interrupted nothing, let’s go,” Sarabi grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her along.

“Where are we going?” Claudia questioned, thinking they would just talk at Wayne Manor.

“Anywhere but here,” Sarabi responded, she looked back to find Alfred watching her from the staircase. Those eyes were burning into her but as soon as Sarabi caught them, he turned around and walked away. The voyeuristic stares shared between the two were growing in number. Sarabi had no idea what to do about it. Sarabi just hoped Claudia had all the answers.

The two girls ended up having lunch at some swanky 50s style diner in downtown Gotham. They were seated at a red leather booth in the very corner. Claudia had in front of her a cheeseburger, fries and a large coke. Sarabi consumed and thoroughly enjoyed a hot dog, fries and a cherry cola milkshake.

While they ate, they discussed everything that needed mentioning. 

“So, how was Edward Nygma?” Sarabi wanted to know all the details and knew Claudia would share them without a care in the world.

“He’s got some weird quirks, that’s for sure, like he kept giving me riddles the entire night but I like riddles so it was kinda cute. We went back to my place and did it in my bed, on my couch and on my kitchen counter,” Claudia listed off the places she had sex with Edward Nygma and Sarabi scoffed.

“Jesus Claudia! I wouldn’t be surprised if you ended up with an STD at some point,” Sarabi took a sip from her milkshake while Claudia rolled her eyes.

“They’re called STIs and I get tested regularly, I also always use protection,” Claudia stated matter-of-factually while shoving a bunch of french fries in her mouth.

“Is that what you did with Edward?” Sarabi teased and Claudia threw a fry in retaliation.

“No, but yes,” Claudia answered and the two girls giggled like school children.

“So, was he good?” Sarabi inquired, throwing a fry back at Claudia.

“Well I fucked him 3 times on 3 different surfaces, so,” Claudia chuckled while the waitress walking past stared on in disgust.

“I’m guessing he was pretty good,” Sarabi watched as the same waitress’ mouth hung open in utter disbelief. Sarabi had no idea what was wrong, they were talking quietly so the family a couple of booths over couldn’t hear and it was a free country after all. Sarabi just rolled her eyes at the waitress and she went on with her duties.

“Who are you rolling your eyeballs at?” Claudia looked behind her in the most unsubtle fashion and Sarabi slapped her arm.

“The waitress, now turn around before you get us kicked out,” Sarabi pulled Claudia by her shirt back into her seat and she pouted her lips in mock sadness.

“Okay, mother!” Claudia chastised with an overly dramatic eye roll and huff.

“Can we talk about Alfred now?” Sarabi looked around cautiously and she had no idea why. It’s not like Alfred would be around or had supersonic hearing.

“Right, right, right, let’s get down to business,” Claudia clasped her hands together and leaned against the table as if it was an interview.

“You reckon I should just talk to him?” Sarabi scratched the back of her neck nervously at the thought of confessing her feelings.

“Yes girl, definitely! Talking sorts everything out. You just sit him down and tell him how you feel,” Claudia explained as if she’d given the same talk a million times.

“But I don’t know how I feel,” Sarabi huffed in annoyance. She didn’t know if it was love, liking or something entirely different.

“Of course you do. Look deep into your heart and look. Do you find Alfred there?” Claudia spoke in a soothing voice as if she was a yoga instructor.

“As if Alfred is where?” Sarabi queried, confused beyond belief. Claudia could be overly poetic sometimes.

“Your heart, dipshit! Do you see him in your heart?” Claudia allowed ample time for Sarabi to take a look. 

Sarabi let her mind wander to the man being discussed. She felt the suave brilliance that followed him wherever he went. She saw his beautiful locks of hair and deep brown eyes. She heard his voice, low and rich with expression and British excellence. She could also smell his aroma, musky and deliciously masculine with the right hint of cologne. She experienced Alfred in every facet. She saw him, heard him, smelt him and felt him. He was everywhere. He was on her mind, behind her eyes, burning her core and in her heart.

“Yes, I do,” Sarabi opened her eyes and saw Claudia smile mischievously. 

“Then you love him! Simple as that, do you see yourself with him in the future?” Claudia took another fry and swallowed it greedily.

“I hope so,” Sarabi took a gluttonous gulp of her cherry cola milkshake, feeling the cool, sweet liquid burst in her mouth.

“So yes. It’s love, girl and believe me I do know what love is,” Claudia reassured when Sarabi’s head cocked to the side.

“So I love him?” Sarabi’s mind seemed to clear when the realisation hit.

“I do. I love Alfred,” Sarabi admitted to herself and for once, she felt relieved. 

For once she knew what she was, she was in love.

<<CHAPTER 7<<  ~ ~ ~  >>CHAPTER 9>>

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The Saints Can't Help Me Now

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2V76e5B

by PhantombMoll

Quite frankly Harvey Bullock doesn't need any more trouble in his life. A new partner who wants him taking on city hall every five minutes and a Captain busting his balls about long forgotten cases. Harvey Bullock is drawn to trouble like a moth to a flame though and this certain kind of trouble leaves the sweetest taste in his mouth.

{Harvey x OFC} {First Published in 2015}

Words: 2329, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Gotham (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

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

Characters: Harvey Bullock, OFC, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Jim Gordon, Sarah Essen, Fish Mooney, Alfred Pennyworth, Butch Gilzean, Barbara Gordon, Leslie Thompkins, Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Oswald Cobblepot, Edward Nygma

Relationships: Harvey Bullock/Original Female Character(s), Harvey Bullock/Original Character(s), Various show relationships

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, lots of hurt comfort, was written way back when the season first started but considering continuing it, especially as they did Harvey dirty, I love Harvey Bullock a lot, more than life, So yeah, want to give him some happiness, then maybe tear it away, then give it him back, I stopped watching after a while, might go back to it though so I can do more, I just used to watch Harvey's bits because Harvey Bullock is a babe

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2V76e5B

[stabby-apologist]

I'm starting to write a yandere!Edward Nygma story. I have chapter one written. Give it a read? (For notes' sake, it's Gotham FOX, Cory Michael Smith's Edward Nygma).

The Kingdom by the Sea

Chapter One: I’m Doing This For You 

“You’re sweet and light, and good. But you like the darkness. You need it, crave it. And I'm going to give it to you.” ~@authorlilaherron 

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“You can’t keep me locked up like a caged animal, Edward,” she cried out as she followed the Chief of Staff toward the heavy slide door. Edward turned on his heel, held an arm out to stop her from moving past him; the familiar fond expression that he had worn just moments before had disappeared, and in its place, a cold determination.  

“You can’t do this to me...” Annabelle whispered. 

“This is for your own protection; I’m doing this for you, not to you.” Edward said. He turned full-bodily to face her, blocking the path to the exit. “The last time I had a chance at love, I didn’t calculate the possibility of external forces taking away the love of my life...But he did. Oswald did. And the first time,” he made a small mouth shrug,” Well, that was an accident, but I’m better for it.”  

“Edward...honey...” Annabelle said shakily, trying to retain composure.  

Perhaps she felt as if she should have known better. It wasn’t as if Edward Nygma’s release from Arkham had been page 6 news; he had made headlines after all, and seriously, you thought you wouldn’t be like Kristen Kringle, surely—? 

Upon hearing her soft term of endearment, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth; and Annabelle thought perhaps she was going to get through to him. The smartest man I’ve ever met, surely...Surely, he must see that this is insane... 

“Ed, listen to what I’m saying.” She pointed to her full, pink lips. “I know you’re trying to protect me, but you can do that without locking me inside your old home. This isn’t love.”  

“Love is sacrifice, Isab—Annabelle.”  

Edward’s Freudian slip came through again. Annabelle’s brow furrowed. She had opted to think that the death of his beloved Isabella was still fresh in his mind, but the fact that he was going to lock her up made her feel less compassionate about it than she had felt the previous night. And it had been such a great night... 

Until this morning.  

“This isn’t love,” said Annabelle.  

To that, Edward frowned. 

“What do you know about me? We’ve just met.” Annabelle said. 

And to that, Edward inclined his head knowingly to his bed behind her: 

“You came home with me.” 

“Have you never had a one night stand before?” Annabelle said, staring at him incredulously. ”You talk a big game, you charm the girl, you take her home, we have fun, and in the morning, I leave—” 

“Annabelle, my dear, we have a connection, and I don’t blame you for not seeing it just yet.” 

“We had drinks at the bar,” said Annabelle, still trying to get through to him. “You liked my singing. We talked about similar interests. We talked about art—my art. Remember, I have a life. I have an art gallery; I have co-workers.” As she spoke, she hoped he’d understand, but Edward smiled, much to Annabelle’s growing dismay. 

“If I don’t go into work, they’ll think something is wrong. People will talk. You were the last person anyone saw with me; they’ll come for you...” 

“They won’t.” Edward said to Annabelle’s wide-eyed expression. “I have it covered, don’t you see? I figured it all out while you were asleep.” 

“You can’t be here and there at all times, Ed.” 

“I have spies all over the city; if I hear a word about your disappearance coming to light, I will know.” 

She flinched slightly when he tucked one of her multi-colored locks behind her ear. The touch of his soft hand had melted her before; but she felt her stomach turn uncomfortably as he passed the back of his hand tenderly against her cheek.  

Of course, he covered his tracks... 

“You’re afraid of me now,” said Edward calmly. “You don’t see it, but I’m doing you a favor, sweetheart. I know this time, this time will be different. I promise. I promise you won’t end up like...” 

His voice trailed off. Annabelle tried to slow her breathing, to keep calm, to not entirely freak out. He’d never let her go if she displayed any sign of wanting to head for the GCPD; but even as he looked her, she knew he wouldn’t set her free. There was love in his deep, brown eyes; a love that she hadn’t seen in a man in a very long time; but this...This wasn’t the way... 

How could it be as romantic as Edward elaborated it to be? A favor?  

But she still had to try to get through to him, appeal to an alter ego, or his better angels, or whatever the hell the doctors did to help him rehabilitate— 

“Ed...”  

When her fingers caressed the side of his face, he smiled warmly, holding her hand in place against his sharp cheekbone.  

“Please.” Annabelle said longingly. Her green eyes were glossy with the onset of tears. “Please. Don’t.” 

“I know you don’t feel the same way about me.” Edward continued as if she had said nothing. He stroked her face with his thumb fondly. “But you will. And when you do, I will be here. You’re an innocent, beautiful woman, inside a corrupt city; but I can protect you. I can protect you here.” 

“It is your boss making it a corrupt city,” Annabelle returned hotly. “Oswald Cobblepot runs both the city and the underworld—You think I don’t know that?” 

He removed her hand from him, as if touching him any longer would break his mettle. 

“I’ll come back this afternoon to check on you. You’ll be safe here—” Edward slowly back-stepped toward the exit, stepping out of the room, watching her carefully. 

“Edward—” 

“—The windows are barred, and this door doesn’t open unless I permit it—Its security code is wired to the mains, controlled by me. Please, Annabelle...Don’t try to escape—” 

“—Edward—!” 

“I’ll come back, I promise—” 

“EDWARD!” 

Before she could reach him, Edward grabbed the door’s slide handle and slammed it shut.  

“Edward! You can’t keep me locked away!” Annabelle screamed through the door, slamming her fists onto it, violently banging against the exit of her new prison. “Edward!” 

[quandaryqueen]

Any riddler's who wears suits

having a crush on sweet assassin! Reader

Assassin reader always wears suits in their jobs, it can be for ladies or men's suits and they still rock the look

Imagine the riddler's reaction when they come up to him wearing the exact replica of his suit but with just a few touches of their own

Reader also made their version of his cane, ofc it has a secret weapon hidden there since they're a assassin

They twirl around to show him the whole suit and say, "How's my new look?" Looking veryyy proud of themselves

Dapper

Gotham Edward Nygma X Reader

I choose Gotham Edward because gosh I just love his entire wardrobe in the show! It's nothing special, but to me it just magnetised me to that kind of attire and want it to incorporate it in my own if it weren't for the constraints such as budget and the climate of my country but anyways--

"Oh gosh, do you have any idea how hard this stain will come off? People these days..."

You mutter to yourself after shoving a target off after they clung to you for balance, their blood seeping from their fatal wound and imprinting on your suit. Anxiously plucking your handkerchief from your breast pocket, you try to erase the stain in the most desperate attempt despite you knew that you would need to carry it under running water and some hydrogen peroxide.

"Dangit, I haven't even showed it to Mister Nygma yet." Clicking your tongue, you shove your stained handkerchief back in your pocket and survey the damage with tensed features.

"How is Penguin's favourite assassin doing?"

A voice behind you caused you to flinch and turn. The Riddler came behind an alleyway, momentarily drenching himself in darkness, causing you to raise your weapon in defense, only to lower your guard when you realised it was a familiar face approaching you. The boss must've sent him to check the certain state of the job, which of course you easily achieve but there was the need to have a second person to look. He was the last person you'd like to see after your bloody predicament, god it was so embarrassing to be seen with such a sloppy--

"Love the suit. You look lovely in green."

"I-I do? Ummm. Well aheh," you nervously stammer, the tip of your shoes drawing a small circle behind you. "Gosh um th-thank you... I was... inspired by you... I hope you don't mind."

"Why would I mind? You seem to own the look," better than the broad who kidnapped him and tried to be his sidekick, ugh. He shudders at the memory.

Goddamnit, he should have seen it when it wasn't tainted with--

"The red adds personality, might I add. Sloppy, but what art isn't imperfect?"

"Oh sir!" You bashfully wave your hand at him, before your hand lands at the back of your neck. "I'm flattered, thank you."

"You're welcome, Y/N."

He smiles, finding your flustered state delightful. Oh to see a bloodstained assassin melt to a puddle with praises and flattery. Such a cute sight. Not to mention, how the attire genuinely looks good on them. He was entertaining the thought of employing you full-time as one of his, but of course, Oswald wouldn't go down without a fight for his favourite assassin. And Edward doesn't really want to upset the guy again when they're already in good terms. Perhaps loaning you from time to time is good as well, you don't really fit his motif all that much, but you do have various uses.

"How is Mister Redman?" Edward asks.

"Oh well, Mister Redman is... Mister Deadman." Taking a step aside, you reveal the man whose blood stained your suit beside you.

"Sterling work, Y/N."

"T-thank you, Mister Nygma."

"Please, call me Edward." Under his gaze, you couldn't help but to bite the inside of your cheek and smile up at him.

[stabbyapologist]

Asylum (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/J1x6Hbv60W

Moira “The Collector” Briarcliffe, newest proprietor of Arkham Asylum, promises to run a moral high ground in her new prospect. But will her enamored obsession for a patient become her undoing? Rated M. Edward Nygma x OFC.