#god damn riddler

[robot-carl]

I hate him (affectionately).

[animecat33]

I'm gonna be real with y'all... i for sure thought that if any Batman Rogue was gonna have their assigned fandom food be pumpkin pie, it would be Scarecrow, not Riddler

Like, it's fine that it's the Riddler, i'm just surprised i guess??

The spooky guy that thrives on halloween aesthetics doesn't get assigned as pumpkin pie enjoyer? :/ Maybe they can both enjoy Pumpkin pie

[sudsy-2oap]

A guy

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Where does the riddler even get that outfit with all the question marks on it? Did he have the whole outfit custom made? Did he just have it customized to have the embellishments? Did he do it himself? Is his CANE custom made? Inquiring minds DEMAND TO know.

"Custom-Made" Riddler Party Ask

Jokes on you, I know who this is from, and I'm going to make you listen to me talk about all of them and their outfits. Also pardon there will be a fair amount of photos.

Gonna include Gotham, 60s, Telltale on a reblog.

General

Hi I have no pictures for general but I wanted to say my personal interpretation absolutely has his shit custom made. There's a real good amount of it that he has made by Jervis (Mad Hatter) because Edward knows his friend genuinely does good work. Plus if no one is going to judge his weird requests...

Capullo/Zero Year

I actually took a picture of the issue 21 script in the back of my Zero Year comic. This explains multiple things about him outside of story such as: "He admits to wearing green because in nature, it attracts the female eye." That's it buddy that's the kicker.

His whole look, the costume... it's all a peacock showing its feathers. It's why his suit is one of the brighter greens of all the riddlers (also note matching his eyes. I would say that's intentional.)

He absolutely had this shit custom made. It's way too matching to his eyes, he even says himself it was expensive- The cane is up for debate but I don't remember him using it for any devices, so I'd say custom made by someone else as well.

BTAS

Okay so for a fact I know he made this cane himself because it has buttons he presses that activates devices in the show. Was it a cane he made completely from scratch or did he hollow out one he found? Unsure. At minimum he made heavy modifications.

I think you could argue either way that he either genuinely found a lot of his outfit himself OR had it made. One thing that was custom if nothing else is that tie. Make sure it matched the gloves and mask.

Arkham Games

So it depends. The Riddler goes through a very gradual clothing and design change throughout the games. We go from very well kept to grease monkey within the three games. We never physically see Riddler in Arkaham Asylum so we only have the picture to go off of. (Not counting origins because he's literally in plains clothes.)

In the first game, Arkham Asylum, everything is glitz and pretty high fashion- I think it's safe to say this is the high point of his criminal career so he can afford some really nice custom digs. More of a headcanon, but I'd like to say he asks Jervis (Mad Hatter) to do some of his tailoring. The cane here I'd say is also custom.

The middle, Akrham City, is where we start seeing the shift between high end to grease. Still a really nice suit and shit is definitely custom. He starts using the bulkier metal question mark cane here and I'm gonna say he made that himself. The question mark tie clip is definitely reminiscent to the first. This look also made an appearance in the comics:

You can see that the outfit is fairly normal work clothing besides his green goggles. At this point he is at the full point of his obsessions and being straight up unkempt. He is hand painting everything himself. As far as we know, expensive custom-made outfits are a thing of the past.

Batman 2022

This is all from the army surplus store. Online sales. Estate sales. Wherever he could find and put the right outfit together. He's going to war with the world.

His outfit is the darkest which... makes sense because he's the one hiding in the dark. Taking advantage of it. Painting his symbol to make the outfit truly his.

[drrandombear]

Oooooo this episode is called Riddled you know what that means :]

WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THAT WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THAT

Good to see he’s still an ASS and a showman. Okay fuck his voice acting is poggers as hell I love it

Ah shit it’s the Mystery machine

FUCK I CALLES THEY WOULD BE UNDER THE GCPD! (Called it to know one but myself but still I’m proud)

Fuck yeah trick cane!

Sorry the Yin & Riddler dynamic is mwah love it

Oh god it’s so like this bitch to play 20 questions to deduce Batman’s identity.

OH THIS MAN GOD FUCKED BY HIS OWN MACHINATIONS!

YIN! YIN! YIN! YIN! YIN!

Fuck yeah! Yin really did just say get fucked Riddles (I love her)

[to-the-batcomputer]

matt reeves must babygirl the shit out of bruce wayne. if That's how he portrayed him in his movie

[theselfshippingrose]

Edward honey please stop making my life harder and just give me the god damn trophy🙏

[p33p33p00p00]

girl help theyre doing harley so bad in there

[logicallyblind]

Okay okay but consider possible batfam fic idea:  

so Bruce is in an emergency justice league meeting that got called but because its taking place at night he has a comm on in his ear playing at a low volume because all of the batfam are out on patrol around gotham covering his patrol route for him and because you know B is a paranoid, overprotective fucker he just to make sure everything is going smoothly for his kids but he doesn’t plan on actually letting them know he’s tapped into their network because he can already hear the lecture from Dick about trusting them to take care of the city.  

So he’s listening to them quietly while also paying attention to Clark talking about some alien diplomacy issue and his kids are YAPPING away about the stupidest shit to one another cause they don’t have B telling them off for ‘unprofessional unnecessary chatter while on patrol’ and  you’re getting a mix of all the dynamics between them all and the longer the meeting is going on the more B’s eye is just TWITCHING because his Dad senses are just going hay wire and he is just here like ‘I cannot say anything in front of the league because they cannot know I have children cause I'm Batman and I work alone blah blah blah’, usual brooding, but Damian and Tim are squabbling with one another about a rescue that took place an hour ago and Dick is challenging Jason to a parkour contest and Steph is challenging the Riddler to a riddle off with riddles she made up and have no answer just to piss him off and his dad sense is just like an alarm going off and then he just cant take it anymore cause Duke (pretend he’s on nightshift to make up for the man down or smth idk shh) says something like ‘I'm going to do my book report in the morning Richard leave me be’ even though Bruce KNOWS he isn't going to do it in the morning, this has happened before they have an AGREEMENT, a CONTRACT god damn it but they don't know Bruce is listening to the comms Duke just goes something like “its fine B won't even find out!” and Bruce just LOSES it there and then and just presses his comm and goes “NO. No, stfu all of you I am taking charge here” and he just starts going off on them all for the different things they were whining about like

“No Signal, go and do your damn book report right now you are not going to be doing it in the morning you always say you will and you never wake up early enough to get it done so then you end up speed doing it in the car while nearly stress crying and I am cannot deal with that while running on 49 hours of no sleep so go and do it right this damn minute. I am TIRED, I am tired boy go. GO. I love you, goodnight.” 

“N go and unload the damn dishwasher. I asked you four. FOUR days ago to do it and A is not coming home until next week please I am begging you I have been drinking my coffee out of bowls and a straw for days now. Thank you, I love you goodnight.”  

“Red Robin. Put the coffee down. No- I know its in your hand I can feel it. I can feel it in my BONES child you cannot hide from me, down. Now. Good. Get a piece of fruit and go to bed. No I don't give a fuck if- no. I don't care if the pentagon has laughably easy security to bypass right now it has been over 72 hours since you closed your eyes I WILL call A I will, I’ll do it right now. I’m calling him right now- good okay goodnight. I’m sending Dick to check on you to make sure you’re actually sleep. I love you too goodnight”  

“Robin I know you're there. Damn right go to bed, Titus can go with you yes you don't have to ask every night baby its going to be the same answer, I love you goodnight.” 

“Hood and Spoiler stop trying to goad rogues into fighting each other and go home. Hood will you- thank you. Goodnight I love you both....no S I will not ask Ivy if she’ll make you real life lil shop of horrors plant to leave at your ex’s house please stop asking. Goodnight.”   

"C are you- I love you too."

And he just lets out this enormous, patented Dad sigh and looks up after a few moments and realizes the entire justice league is just watching him absolutely GOBSMACKED because oh my god how long has this been going on for?? because like what the fuck this was cold, calculated, ‘they think he's actually a robot’ Batman, who just all of a sudden just went BOOM father mode is activated, this is a patriARCH, you know? Daddy bats alright. And he's just like, his facial expression doesn't so much as twitch but a light blush just appears on his entire face and then Clark is just like HEART EYES and Hal is just like HEARTEYES (??!!) and Barry is suddenly having a sexuality crisis because what the fuck is this, and Diana is just like, speechless but in love and he just mumbles after a few moments “...you can continue your speech Clark I apologize for my lapse in professionalism” and Hal is just like “NAH MOTHERFUCKER YOU ARE NOT BREEZING PAST THAT WHAT THE FUCK SPOOKY??” and then the entire situation just devolves in chaos.  

[fanfic-writer-and-rambler]

Headcanon tiiiiime! Unless this is confirmed in the comics already, my headcanon either way. In my Batfamily fanfic Bernard knows that Tim is Red Robin. Tim is happy to not keep this secret, but this is what would happen if one of his brothers discovered this. God I hope batman Wayne family adventures keeps them together. 💜

Nightwing (Dick Grayson) and Red Robin (Tim Drake) are stranded on the side of a deserted road, bruised and without their bikes.

Nightwing (frustrated): I can't believe they took our bikes! Damn it! We can't call anyone, it's twenty miles to the museum, and it's freezing cold!

Nightwing shivers, visibly aggravated. Red Robin looks around, appearing to wait for something.

Red Robin (calmly): Let's not panic. We just have to wait for a car to come.

Nightwing (skeptical): Be for real, it's midnight. No one is driving through here at this time of night.

Nightwing winces, readjusting his popped shoulder.

Nightwing: If we run—

Red Robin: Oh, he's here!

Nightwing: Who?

They spot headlights in the distance. Red Robin holds up his phone with the backlight on to signal the driver.

Nightwing: What are you doing?

Red Robin: Flagging him down so he can stop.

Nightwing pulls Red Robin’s arm down.

Nightwing: The guy could be a serial killer or something! We can walk.

Red Robin (confident): I think this guy is safe.

He holds his phone, waving it in the car's direction.

Nightwing: How do you know they’re a guy?

Red Robin shifts his eyes nervously.

Red Robin (faltering): Lucky guess.

A red Lexus pulls up and stops beside them.

Nightwing (squints): Isn't this Bernard’s car?

Red Robin (lying): Oh my God, is it? I couldn't tell!

The front passenger window rolls down. Bernard Dowd, Tim's boyfriend, leans forward to see them.

Bernard: You need a ride?

Red Robin (enthusiastically): Yes! We do! Oh my gosh, what a coincidence! Can you drive us to the Gotham Museum, please?

Bernard: Uh, sure. I was headed in that direction anyway.

Red Robin: Wow! Nightwing, can you believe this?

Nightwing gives Red Robin a suspicious look.

Nightwing: I cannot. I'm doubtful you just happened to be driving around town at night, but that’s great. Thanks, sir.

Nightwing gets into the backseat as Red Robin sits in the front with Bernard. Bernard turns on the heat and drives toward the Gotham Museum.

Red Robin nervously stares out the front window, while Nightwing watches his brother, having figured out what his brother was nervous about.

Nightwing (smirking): Thanks, stranger, for picking us up, but you sure are trusting to let two people you’ve never met into your car.

Red Robin: Actually, Bernie and I have met before. A couple of times, actually.

Bernard's eyes shift to him, worried.

Bernard: Yup, that’s how he learned my name is Bernard and that I go by Bernie.

Red Robin (frazzled): Yes! That’s why I said his name! I remembered his face, so he’s trustworthy.

Bernard (leaning to RR side): Yeah, and I can tell this is the real Robin. He still looks good in his suit. Been working out?

Red Robin (flustered): Well—I—you—thanks… stranger!

Nightwing (unamused): Mm-hm. Sure.

Nightwing leans back in his seat.

Nightwing: Well, thanks for conveniently being out at night and taking us to the museum.

Bernard, tense, nods.

Bernard: No problem.

Twenty-one minutes later, the red Lexus arrives at the Gotham Museum, where the Riddler plans to strike next.

Bernard: Well, this is your spot. Glad I could help you two heroes out.

Red Robin: We’re thankful too, especially that you were awake and out for a nightly drive.

Bernard (yawning): What can I say? I'm big on nighttime driving.

Nightwing (impatient): Yup, yup, yup. Get out of the car, Robin.

Nightwing steps out and closes the door. Red Robin hesitates.

Red Robin to Bernard: I just need a moment with him.

Nightwing opens the front door and yanks Red Robin out of the car.

Nightwing: Thanks, Bernard! Bye!

Bernard: Bye!

Bernard drives off, leaving Nightwing and Red Robin alone. Robin fidgets with his hands, while Nightwing taps his foot, arms crossed.

Nightwing: How long has he known?

Red Robin (relenting): He figured it out himself! Give me a break!

Nightwing shakes his head, rolling his eyes upset.

Nightwing: I'll keep this secret, but we are talking about this later.

Nightwing slaps Robin on the back of his head then walks toward the museum steps as Red Robin sighs.

Red Robin: Was it that obvious?

Nightwing: Yes! Mr. “I-can-tell-you're-Nightwing-because-of-your-eye-mask!”

Red Robin(frustrated): Oh man… let’s just get into the freaking museum already!

[i-smoke-chapstick]

hiiii! I hope you’re doing well!!

I saw the post about Gotham X readers and I was wondering if you could write a Dom!riddler x fem!sub!reader smut where he doesn’t let reader finish until she gets his riddles right and it leads to her being overstimulated?

Thanks in advance!

‘THE HILLS,

-GOTHAM!EDWARD NYGMA X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Since killing oswald, ed’s at a breaking point and needs to get his mojo back.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!riddler x female reader. smut!! pure porn, no plot. sub/dom dynamics. orgasm denial. degradation, dumbification of reader. Eddie needs to let some frustrations out. First time writing penetrative sex so hopefully it’s good! Also, thank you anon, i love this idea.

♫ “When I'm fucked up, that's the real me” The Hills by The Weeknd

Oh, he's been an absolute wreck. Ever since the falling out with Oswald, hyped on those god forsaken pills. You catch him mumbling to himself often, yelling and screaming at his reflection at night. You can hardly sleep.

He's absolutely fucked up. You can tell. You've known him forever, and you know the signs. The sweat on his brow, disheveled hair, loose tie. His hands rub together insistently, babbling on to you. He needs a nemesis, a stress reliever. He tells you about the hallucination of Oswald- he needs a replacement. Something to fuel him, make him the Riddler he knows he is.

So, you offered your...technique. It was simple- just distract him for a moment from his desperate scheming. He looked at you like you were absolutely crazy at first.

"...You want to what?" He growled out, slowly, legs sprawled across an arm chair, rubbing his temple. He looked like a mess. A hot mess.

After elaborating, he still looked at you incredulously. His mind was racing with thoughts, about how this could fix him. Before you knew it, he was gradually standing up, wrapping a hand around your throat and gently kissing you.

The soft and gentle kisses turned more and more raw. His hands gripped tight around your throat, sure to leave a mark, and he groaned as he held your leg up. You messily and hastily kissed your way to the bedroom; which is where you are now.

His suit jacket thrown on the floor, your blouse unbuttoned. You lay bare beneath him, gasping for air between hot open-mouthed kisses he lays everywhere.

"Ed-" You struggle out, feeling his fingers plunge inside you. It's a bit painful, and he only mumbles incoherently, he's in a hurry.

"SHUT up." He growls out against you, "I'm thinking."

His fingers rapidly work on you, prepping you as fast as possible. You whimper and he doesn't seem to pay any attention. When the sounds of your wet slick finally fill the room in messy, sopping noises- he looks up at you with his glasses on his face.

He raises himself up from your thighs, staring at you with a vague look of intrigue. It's a small gesture to ask if you're ready.

When you nod, he buries himself in to the crook of you're neck.

"...Wonderful." He whispers.

He finally breaks out in a shit-eating grin, giggling maniacally at your pleading writhing form.

Removing his fingers, his grin stands still, and suddenly rams his cock inside your slit.

You both let out an embarrassingly loud noise at this, his low groan filling the room as he grimaces in pleasure. You feel your eyes roll back as he rams himself into you, filling you up to the hilt. His hand grasps your neck once more, slightly choking you.

He mumbles theatrically in your ear, and you realize just why he wanted to do this.

"I can fill a room with just one heart. Others can have me, but I can't be shared," He begins, thrusting into you. He struggles to speak himself as he feels you clench around his member. "What am I?"

You want to scream at him, damn riddles. You swallow when he drags his cock along your cunt and chokes you a bit more, as to prompt an answer.

"L-love?" You stumble out, only to yelp when his face contorts into rage. His movements stop and you whine.

"What...? No." He snarls at you, and looks down on you- like your the stupidest, weakest, most pathetic thing he's ever seen. "No!?...The- the answer is loneliness?!"

He rolls his eyes, jaw clenched. He continues his degradation with another harsh squeeze to your throat and an agonizingly slow thrust.

"How do you not know that?" He taunts you, anger on his face. But you can see it in the glint of his eyes. He's enjoying this.

He huffs as his thrusts gradually slow down.

"Second." He mutters, feigning exasperation- as if dealing with you, fucking you- is the most tiresome thing in the world. As if he's so above you in every way.

"I can be a member of a group, but never blend in. What am I?" You feel your orgasm building up beside yourself- the way he's choking you out and has you going dumb around his cock.

When you feel the knot building up inside you, you don't answer- and he stops in his tracks.

"I give up!" You whine, incoherently, trying to bounce for any friction, but he has you pinned in place. Tall frame hanging over you. "I give up," You plead- and something in him snaps.

His hand shoves your neck even further in the mattress, and a loud slap rings out. You feel the burning on your cheek and look up at him stunned. It doesn't hurt too badly, and all you can do is struggle to regain your breath. You let out a deep inhale and feel his dick slip back and forth between your pussy lips.

He looks at you, a bit pitifully, and a bit disappointed- wrathful. His teeth are bared and he looks desperate.

"Answer me." He growls out in your ear, and you rack your brain for an answer.

His cock is teetering inside you, teasing you- fucking you at whichever pace he decides. It's leisurely and steady, and you swear you can feel him stretching you out beyond you thought was possible. You need more.

"An individual." You finally settle on, having vaguely read it in a riddle book when you were younger. Your words come out in a whine; and look to him for approval.

He seems a bit upset that you've answered correctly, stopping the fun. But in a huff, he praises you.

"...Good." He hisses, and decides to finally give you what you want. He gradually speeds up and your orgasm builds repeatedly, and you feel fulfilled.

Until...he stops, one last time.

You grab him by his hair, frustrated beyond belief, before he whispers.

"Call me the Riddler." Is all he says, and you look him in the eye. He's lost in pleasure too, and you can tell he's fighting for control as well. It's strangely vulnerable, and comes off as more of a plead. Desperate for release himself; as if he isn't the architect for his own frustration.

"Please," You decide to let him win, "Riddler, please...!" You breathe shakily, whining the words.

And with that, he finally lets himself go.

His hips slam into you relentlessly- chasing his own climax. It's hard and rough and fast, and his fingertips dig into your neck. He's baring his teeth again and grunting, pushing you both into the mattress. He captures your lips and tongue in a kiss when he finally spasms inside of you, both of you reaching your peak. The aftershocks hit you hard, and he buckles overtop of you, cock still twitching inside.

He collapses into your shoulder, and he's mumbling and muttering and ranting unintelligible "thank you's" and apologies for hitting you.

Funny enough, it's the most relaxed you've seen him in weeks.

[finniestoncrane]

Since I'm being Riddler this year for Halloween it made me think uhhhhh how would the Riddlers react to reader wearing their outfit? Also love your writing btw Finnie :>💚

Wearing Their Outfit

Riddler Headcanons AH thank you lil bug!! and a happy halloween everyone but especially everyone who is dressing up as the riddler in one capacity or another 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: some suggestive stuff, nothing explicit i don't... think

arkham

regardless of which outfit you steal from him, the suit, the sweater vest, or the ratty vest and shirt combo he's gonna be annoyed. quite annoyed actually

you're sullying them! you don't deserve to wear them! what if people mistake you for him? he can't have that kind of damage to his reputation

so you better remove them, right now. and he doesn't care if you're then left naked and embarrassed, that's your problem. and it'll serve nice as an apology to him to get to see you in that state

zero year

he gets what you were going for, imitation is after all the greatest form of flattery and he can't deny that he deserves all the compliments in the world

but this is the wrwong way to please him, because here you are putting on more clothes, when he would rather you remove all clothes

the hat, however... that can stay on actually. you might have to hold on to it though, because he can't guarantee he'll be gentle with you

unburied

one of the very few times he has ever felt genuine adoration for you outside of his dry, sarcastic way of showing affection was when you borrowed his sweater

the one barbara gave him to wear, stained with his blood, torn and ripped and damaged, but a comfort item for him

and to see you all cosy and wrapped up in it, he can't help but consider that you might even be cuter than he is. but only just!

btas

that hat suits you but his shirt is a little big. doesn't matter though, because for first time in his life he's confused! he doesn't really know what to do

first of all, it seems to strange that something can be cute and sexy at the same time? you can't make his heart skip a beat and his cock hard at the same time, surely?

well, if anyone can, it's you. but that begs the question: what does he do next? smoosh your cheeks together? or... bend you over and clap the other set of cheeks?

dano

he'd lose his god damn mind, regardless of what you have underneath that coat, because his imagination is already running wild

just think how delightful it would be to peel back that mask while he was inside of you, revealing your face in pure ecstacy

even better if you were splattered in the blood of his enemies, but hey he's not going to be picky. the jacket and the boots are plenty

twojar

oh fuck yeah, because here's the thing about that outfit: the shirt isn't unbuttoned, it just doesn't have buttons

which means if you're wearing it he's getting a solid look at your chest, always a positive for him because getting to see any part of your body makes his day

but it proves a bit distracting for him while he's working on his overthrow of joker, so contrary to his desires, you might need to cover up

gotham

can we stay with sweet eddie? season 1 eddie? losing his mind over walking in on you in one of the labs wearing his lab coat, some rubber gloves, and his spare glasses?

the blushing, the flustered stuttering as he tries to ask what you're doing, knowing full well exactly what your intentions are but still finding it hard to believe

because how could this possibly be real? since this is exactly the same thing he dreamed about the ight before. and the night before that. and the night before that. and the night...

[ike-mcswains-mortician]

so like. imagine being normal oak. you have a crush on this boy who’s so obsessed with acting that he literally becomes whoever he’s trying to emulate. you’ve seen hermie unworthy become the joker, poison ivy, the riddler, two face… even a friend. you want nothing more than to be close to him, to maybe get a glimpse under the makeup. behind the stage. you don’t know if this is love, but god damn the way he makes your pulse jump and your mind run in circles… it feels like something.

you are unconscious when this boy is shot. you are unconscious when he tells you that he liked you too. you can’t tell if he was ever telling the truth. you try everything to bring him back but nothing will revive the hermie you might have loved.

it’s hardly a day later, and everything has gone to hell—er, heaven in a handbasket. you had a funeral but you haven’t been able to properly grieve. you may not know how to process your emotions about hermie, but you know exactly what you need to finish your mission. you need a scam… an actor. because you’re in a personal heaven room, anything you desire becomes accessible. you call upon scam likely and beg him to give you and your companions another hermie. you know it’s not going to be the same hermie, you know it’s going to hurt, but you take the risk.

he appears before you, but it’s a pristine version. before the adventure, before the burns, before the betrayal. it’s just joker hermie. but it’s HIM. it’s not him. before you get a chance to think, hermie-not-hermie grabs you, dips you, and does what you had wanted so badly for so long: he kisses you. it feels exactly how you had always imagined hermie’s kiss would be like, and that’s how you know. it’s hermie. you resist the urge to hold him and kiss him back. you have a mission to complete, and he has a role to fulfill.

the show must go on.

[lonleydweller]

yandere prompt 11 for assault on arkham riddler?

🥀Yandere assault on arkham riddler + prompt 14🥀

FOAMING AT THE MOUTH THANK YOU ANON

The prompt did haft to be worded a bit differently as his cell is a glass wall, not bars. Same idea though ^^.

!Warnings!: yandere trope, obsession, cursing, mentions of stalking, harassment

Yanderes are OK in fiction. They should stay fiction. They are not example of healthy relationships. These behaviors are NOT okay in real life. This is for entertainment purposes

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In and out, that's all it was supposed to be. You were supposed to go into the asylum quickly, do your job, and get out. You didn't even consider the fact you might run into him. You had been free of him for months, a drastic change to constantly being bombarded with harassment. Living in fear of him being around any corner ready to drag you into some sickening game of his.

You almost hurl at the thought of going home and finding another riddle at your doorstep. Another game, another maze, another puzzle, another sleepless night worrying wether or not you'd wake up in your own home. Now, it was all over. Right? He was locked away in the aslyum. No way to get to you. No way to contact you even. That's what you told yourself.

The only soud that can be heard as you move throughout the halls of the downtrodden aslyum were the echos of your footsteps. Faintly outside you could hear the sound of gunshots, yelling, and screams. The asylum halls gave you nothing but dread, with the cracked walls, peeling paint, cold air, and unknown stains that liter it. No wonder people come out of this place worse than before. You pass the now empty cells that line the walls.

Empty, empty, empty. You almost completely pass another cell, until you spot bright orange out the corner of your eyes. A ear grating smug voice accompanies it, "Well, look who's come to visit. Couldn't stay away from me my dear?" Your body comes to a staggering halt, your feet glued to the floor. You can feel the color drain from your own space as your stomach drops. This wasn't how things were supposed to go.

It's him. Of course it's Edward. Why didn't you think this through? You basically just walked right back into the trap you just freed yourself from. You're brought back to reality with the sound of glass being tapped, "Did you suddenly loose the ability to speak since my absence?", he taunts.

Without thinking you blurt out a choppy response "I- you're not the reason I'm here you bastard. don't talk to me." You try to fend off your tears to the best of your ability. Hoping to shut down the conversation as quick as you can, maybe this time you'd be able to drill it into his dense skull that you would never be his.

A scoff can be heard, "Oh, please. Don't act as if you have any other reason to be here. Why can't you just admit to yourself that you love me-". Your tears boil over, along with your anger.

"I don't love you! I never will love someone as deranged as you! Why can't you get that into your god damn head!?", you plead through sobs, "..Why can't you just let me live my life?". Your cries are met with silence from Edward. Seemigly for once not having some witty remark to fire back at you with.

Shuffling is heard as he sits up, he gives a shrug. "I'll leave you be once you realize that you love me.. even if takes years, decades.. in the end I'll win this game of ours." You hear the tiniest bit of glee in his voice as he desperately tries to hold onto his own delusions.

"Decades is what you'll be spending here. Where you can't do anything to torment me anymore."

The dingey bed creaks as Edward gets up, approaching the barrier that keeps you safe. His hands press against the glass as he croons, "Oh.. my dear.. if only this glass wasn't here." His ego never faltering. In the end, you've only given him what he wants. Your attention.

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[drrandombear]

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ THE BITCH IS BACK ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡  (A moment of appreciation for the drip of Riddler's goons- they look awesome)

GORDON!!!! HES HERE!!! Love that they're bringing in characters that they were blocked from using before. Also a pretty smooth introduction all things considered.

Riddler being Batman's "Guardian Angel" very nice. I do really like it when Riddler seems to have full control / partial control over the city. Guy in the chair Riddler is where hes at his best. (Also him calling Batman and Yin "Detectives" love that he still remembers her being a huge thorn in his side even if he most likely cant remember her name the narcissistic bitch♡)

This is horrifying. I love all the good shots we get of people being Joker gassed but this one really stood out to me of this goon collapsing Infront of the "camera". (also another moment of appreciation for the kickass Riddler goon look- why doesn't the man himself look more like these guys)

Yin being the one to fuck up the Riddlers plans yet again. Yes queen get his ass.

Gordon looks so cool. Its the coat but like still. Also love how this episode lights him.

[sister-lucifer]

what’s wrong with you based on your favorite batman villain

(don’t take these too seriously)

(sequel to this post)

The Riddler: Holy shit shut the fuck up for two seconds PLEASE. i know you have a touch of the tism and crave to derail every conversation to talk about your special interest but no one else is having fun. this is why you don’t have any friends. You also have a very niche and the second most expensive taste in clothing so you only have like 3 outfits to mix and match. You either dress like you’re going to the Met Gala or like a dad on vacation, no in between

The Penguin: STOP FUCKING IMPULSE BUYING!!! YOU HAVE TOO MANY TRINKETS!!! YOU DONT NEED IT JUST BECAUSE ITS PRETTY!!!! You have the most expensive taste in clothing, especially victorian undergarments, and spend an embarrassing amount of money to dress like a vampire. And stop being so hard on your body. It might not always be the perfect image of what you want, but it’s doing its best, even if you have to help it out a bit.

Harley Quinn: Sweetheart, I promise you are more than just your sex appeal. I know you grew up around misogyny and were raised to be a housewife but you’re free now!! Well…you would be if you stopped picking the shittiest men. A relationship does not define you, stop settling for assholes because you feel ashamed for being single. Have you tried dating a woman? No, seriously, try it. You deserve it

The Joker: Stop using your humor to deflect from your trauma, i bet your back hurts from carrying the weight of being the funniest person in your friend group. You’re a big time maximalist who spends an hour picking out a hundred accessories to wear and wind up being late because you couldn’t choose which kandi bracelets were best for the occasion. You’re still holding on to the last shreds of your teenage edgelord phase. Also clean your damn room and throw away those old drink cans, nasty ass

Catwoman: How does it feel to be the sexiest person in the room at any given time? Not good, I bet, since you struggle to make friends because of how often they wind up to only be after your body. Sorry you can’t catch a break. You’re probably still carrying money saving habits you got from your parents when you were a kid even though you don’t need to now. Also please try wearing a color besides black, it’s almost summer, you’re gonna die of heatstroke. Nice eyeliner though

Poison Ivy: Dude, so many people are crushing on you rn, how do you not see this?! You’re so hot but soooo emotionally unavailable, christ. A boy in middle school said something uncomfortable to you once which was then reinforced by the misogynistic micro aggressions you were subject to as a teenager and it’s kinda tainted your entire view of the male gender, which is fair but also kinda sucks.

The Scarecrow: Daddy issues, daddy issues everywhere. He was scary as fuck, wasn’t he? Your fear was valid. You really love to analyze people which wouldn’t be an issue if you could actually be subtle about it. Stop staring, you creep. Also, that flannel doesn’t look as good as you think it does, you look like a depressed lumberjack. Like please just buy a cardigan. Halloween is your favorite holiday and you get really annoying about it around mid august. And remember to brush your fuckin hair for gods sake

The Mad Hatter: You get like…reeeeaaaally weird about your crushes, man. Like whatever you’re doing it’s not normal. You can just talk to them, you know. You have the weirdest sexual interests but they’re more so hyper specific and niche than gross or unsettling. That’s better, I guess? You gotta leave your headspace and live in reality for a bit, man. I know it kinda sucks, but there are real people here! Also you’re short. Gross