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Nygma x Reader - Opposites Attract - Part 5

Hi guys, so sorry it's been a while, but I am trying to write where I can manage to find the time. Here is the next part - I'm not 100% happy with it but I wanted to get something posted, so I apologise if it's not great!

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  Ed stood in the centre of the room in, watching [Y/N] storm out of the precinct in front of him. He was hurt she had strode in, immediately attempting to turn him into the police – but then, wasn’t that what any sane rational person would do? And he and [Y/N] weren’t even friends. They’d had one conversation and she had made him a coffee. That was it. He couldn’t expect anything from her. Especially not to hide such a large, incriminating secret.

But little did she know there was no evidence left to back up her statement. She didn’t know that Ed had spent all night and morning cleaning up after the event. That he had spent his office hours this morning pouring acid over the dismembered body parts of the once Officer Dougherty.

She hadn’t considered that he might use his knowledge of crime scenes and experience of police investigations to ensure nothing could be traced back to him. And, of course, no one suspected lowly, weird Ed of being able to commit murder in the middle of a street.

And – even if they might – they certainly would not want to spend any more time with him then they already had to – so they were unlikely to want to interview him. They preferred him where he always was, locked away in his office or lab where he couldn’t bug people with his irritating riddles.

But no one was perfect, and Ed had, unwittingly at the time, managed to leave one piece of evidence to the event.

[Y/N].

She had seen.

What was more the problem, there was no way that she would ever understand the accident had purely happened through self-defence - that Dougherty had attacked Ed first. She had only seen the latter part of the encounter. The part where he had stabbed Dougherty over and over.

And maybe that hadn’t been the best solution to being punched by the large, burly man, but the sock to the stomach had felt like it had triggered a switch in Ed. Ed tried to comfort himself with the fact that shock does weird things to people. Maybe he had just been in shock. But he couldn’t help but think that the combination of the pain from the punch, the threat of being beaten to death and his hatred towards the man, all added to weaken the barriers in Ed’s mind enough to allow the darker to slip through and take control. Then he had stabbed the police officer. But not just once. Repeatedly. And he may have laughed.

He couldn’t, however, justify why he had chased after [Y/N]. Yes, he had wanted to stop her, to explain. But he hadn’t. Not really.

No, because dark Ed had been in charge, and all he wanted to do was silence the witness.

Ed was glad [Y/N] had managed to break from him, or else he was pretty sure there would have been more than one dead body that night.

It frightened him what he had done, especially when he’d suddenly come back to himself once the rain had hit his face. But he couldn’t help that, in the back of his mind, he had maybe, for a moment, enjoyed the thrill of the crime. The beginning of a game against the clock to not kept caught. Yes, he had panicked as he destroyed the evidence -  the body, the knife, the blood stains on the street. But, the adrenaline had always remained in him.

The door slammed shut behind him as Ed entered his office again and it jolted him out of the memory of last night. He wanted to explain himself to [Y/N]. He didn’t like her thinking less of him. It hurt that she thought he was a cold-blooded murderer. You are though, came the voice. “No, I am not.” Ed muttered back as he made his way over to his crowded desk. The morning work was now piling up as he’d spent hours away from his desk - busy trying to burn away the remains of Dougherty’s body with a solution of very concentrated acid. Now he was going to have to work late into the night to catch up.

He sighed heavily, dropping down into his seat.

What was worse, Miss Kringle had almost caught him as well. She entered the lab whilst he was disposing of a few of Dougherty’s limbs and, despite him trying to distract her and stand in her view, she had seen the body. Luckily for Ed, thanks to having chopped the officer into little pieces of the convenience of moving and quicker destruction, Miss Kringle had been unable to identify the remains and - upon enquiring as to the reason behind the man’s death - Ed had managed to stumble over an excuse – stating it was a workplace accident – something the voice in his head enjoyed berated him for afterwards.

Ed let his head drop into his hands as he leant his elbows on his desk, rubbing at his eyes under the lenses of his glasses and knocking his frames askew.

Miss Kringle was fine. She didn’t believe a thing – though he wasn’t pleased how insistent she had been about trying to find Dougherty. She should be grateful came the voice your practically her hero.

Wasn’t the voice right? Dougherty had clearly been drunk and would probably had made advances on Miss Kringle – possibly even hurt her more. It was better he was gone. Ed didn’t do anything wrong really.

But clearly [Y/N] didn’t see it that way.

[Y/N]. What was he going to do? Remove her too? Suggested the voice. “No. Shut up.” He snapped at himself, “She hasn’t done anything wrong.” But she knows. “But no believes her!” Ed exclaimed with a slightly hysterical laugh. “So it’s fine.” But she hates you now. “She should hate me.” He muttered grimly, “I’m a terrible person.” Ed sunk his head back into his hands.

Ed spent the afternoon trying to focus on his work - though he found it difficult - often suddenly stopping halfway through a file to yell at himself for a while till the voice in the back of his mind shut up for a bit. Each conversation held the same theme though, the voice wanted [Y/N] ‘taken care of’. And Ed was now well aware that he was capable of it.

It was later than usual that evening, when Ed finally called it a day. Thanks to his lack of concentration he had not managed to completely finish his work for the day, but neither could he face another folder. He grabbed his bag and headed out, the rest of the desks in the police station basically empty, except for a few people that had the late shift tonight. He nodded to them in farewell, but only a couple bothered to return the sentiment.

He threw himself into his car and drove out of the precinct and off in the city centre. Except he didn’t.

Similar to last night, Ed caught sight of the last glow of light in the café. [Y/N]’s café. He eased off of the accelerator. She was there. In the back of the shop, her shadow visible through the doorway into the small kitchen room. Soon Ed found himself applying the brakes and he was then parked outside the little shop, climbing out of his car and trying the door, slightly surprised to find it wasn’t locked yet.

[Y/N] didn’t hear him. He didn’t really want her too, he’d knew she’d freak out and run away. But he couldn’t sneak up behind her. That was worse. He stopped a few steps inside the door and cleared his throat.

She spun around quickly, her eyes wide, her features hidden in shadow, the lighting behind her only illuminating her back. “What are you doing in here?!” She demanded harshly across the room, immediately reaching for the first thing by her side for protection – grabbing a baking tray. She held it out like she was ready to bring it straight down on him – even though he was still at least 20 foot from her.

“Well, you see – I – err –“ Ed stumbled, embarrassed and not really sure why he had come. This was a bad idea, she didn’t want to talk to him. “I – err – I never told you my name!” He latched at quickly, taking a step forward and reaching a hand out to her with a shrug of his shoulders.

Even from this distance, her posture and the shadows under her eyes from the lighting suggested this was not amusing or pleasing to her – and definitely wasn’t going to change her attitude about him.

“It’s Ed.” He said quickly, “Nygma.” He took a few more steps forward with a slightly awkward grin, trying to break the tension. Her posture still didn’t relax.

“How nice.” She said dryly, not lowering the tray. “Now I know exactly who to report.”

Ed gulped. This wasn’t going well. “Look – I know –“ He said, hurrying forward a bit faster.

“No.” [Y/N] interrupted harshly and Ed stopped in his tracks, just short of the counter, [Y/N] still in the doorway of the kitchen. “Don’t come waltzing in here thinking you can convince me that what I saw wasn’t what I saw!” She snapped. “And don’t you dare think I won’t hesitate to do some serious damage if you even think of touching me!” She added, as he tried to move towards her again. She stepped back slightly, raising the tray higher. “Just get out of my café and leave me alone!” She demanded heatedly.

“But – Miss [L/N] –“ Ed persisted, edging around the counter, his hands on the surface, leaning slightly towards her.

“I may not be able to get you done for murder, but I have CCTV in here, and I can report you for breaking and entering! This café is closed!” She snapped.

He straightened up, moving so the display case was behind him, and [Y/N] now stood directly in front of him, framed in the kitchen doorway, the bright, artificial lights throwing the room behind her into harsh light. “But you don’t understand –“ He said reaching out for her.

[Y/N] brought the tray straight down on him, hitting his outstretched arm, shoulder and catching his forehead. “Ah!” He cried. And then he was no longer in control.

He dropped his hand back behind him onto the counter, soon feeling it sneak to the right, reaching for the knife he saw at his side, where it was used to cut slices from the freshly made cakes.

He felt completely detached. Like he felt nothing. Could do nothing. Like it was just a scene playing out before him. He vaguely knew what was happening was wrong, but he couldn’t think what else to do.

He felt his fingers grip around the handle of the blade, yet at the same time he didn’t. It was like it was someone’s fingers, he was only getting the bare sensation of feeling the handle. It wasn’t completely him.

He his arm pull towards him, bringing the knife with it. Why was there a weird pounding from his head? Was that liquid trickling down the side of his face?

“Oh my God!” The words were shouted, but he only heard them faintly, like trying to hear underwater. “Your bleeding! I’m so sorry!” Ed felt himself blink, though it felt like slow motion, his arm with the blade pausing, still most obscured behind his back. Suddenly there was a pressure to his head, though he felt no pain, then a single singer tip brushed his face accidentally and he felt like he was suddenly thrown back into his body with a jolt.

His head felt like agony.

He dropped the blade - forgotten the minute he became aware of the sharp stabbing ache in his forehead - “Ahh!” He cried in agony, reaching for the painful spot which pounded at his skull. His fingers touched another hand, already pressing against the wound, though the minute her made contact, the other hand withdrew as sharply as if it had been burnt. Something soft fluttered off his face and landed on the floor.

“Sorry!” [Y/N] apologised, bending over to retrieve the napkin now soaked in blood. “I’ll get a clean one.” She spun on the spot and disappeared into the kitchen as Ed held his hand to his forehead, feeling wisps of hair on his hand, sticky with congealing blood. He closed his eyes in a grimace of pain. Then he felt a hand at his, pulling it away and replacing it with another napkin. Ed held the rough material to his head, a new surge of pain washing over him at the renewal of pressure to the wound.

“Ah!”

“Ooo…” Hissed [Y/N] in sympathy. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t want you in here, and I know you’re a murderer,” She said hastily, “but there is no need for me to stoop to beating someone – I honestly didn’t mean to do that much damage.” She winced again when Ed removed the napkin and inspected the blood-soaked rag before replacing it. “You might need a doctor. Look –“ She disappeared again only to reappear a moment later. “Take these. Leave. Go to a hospital. Please don’t come back.” She begged handing out a handful of napkins to him.

Ed took that as his leave, grateful to receive the mediocre first aid, and headed out of the café without pushing the woman any further. “And don’t drive!” Came the final shout from across the room. Ed only hesitated slightly before he pushed the door and left.

‘Don’t drive’. How ridiculous, thought Y/N, cursing herself. Sure, the man probably had a concussion, but he was a murderer, she shouldn’t care if he passed out and crashed the car. She should be glad. But she wouldn’t be. She tried to tell herself it was because he might hurt someone else - but she was kidding herself. She was constantly kidding herself. She thought she could smack him with a baking tray without a care. And when he reached for her she almost thought she could. But then when she’d finally looked up at the man she had seen those soft brown eyes, the way his long fringe had fallen chaotically over his face, and then she had noticed the blood soaking into the strands, and the slow red trickle working its way down the side of his face. That had broken her heart.

It shouldn’t. He was a murderer as she kept reminding herself. At the very least he deserved some pain, some blood.

But she wasn’t sure what it was. She just didn’t like the idea of him hurt. When she looked at him she didn’t see the man in alley. She saw the man in her café. She had wanted to act tough, but she knew she wasn’t being completely honest when she said she’d report him again. When she said she didn’t want him there.

Because the truth was, she kind of did. Before she knew he was a murderer she had liked him, and she had felt sorry she hadn’t seen him again since their first meeting.

Maybe it was because she wasn’t in the alley, that there wasn’t a dead body in front of her eyes, that she had somehow become weirdly dissociated from it all now she was back to her normal life. Like she could easily pass it off as a bad dream – and she wished she could. But something told her that wasn’t right. That it would be ruining the memory of the poor man who had died last night.

She owed it to whoever he was to stop Ed Nygma. To make him pay.

With that she shut up the café and went home, feeling safe in the fact that Edward Nygma would be suffering from a killer headache all evening and, in turn, wouldn’t be out on the streets seeking another victim tonight.

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Confusion

Pairing: Edward Nygma x Reader

Word Count: 4,097

Warnings: None

Summary: After hearing what Kristen Kringle had called him behind his back, Edward goes to you for comfort. Being the good friend you are, you listen to his problems and ideas.

A/N: This was originally on my Wattpad but I don’t even know if it was a good to post it here but oh well. Hopefully, somebody here likes this.

This was confusing. If you liked someone and show your affection to them, shouldn’t they like you back? That’s exactly what Edward had done but Kristen had no affection towards him at all. Instead, when she had thought he had left the room completely, she had called him a freak. A freak. Why was that necessary? I’m a human being who has feelings as well. The pain was lingering. He thought she might like the kind gesture. The cupcake was a riddle. The riddle was a compliment. He must’ve over analyzed the situation. He’s not use to doing these sort of things. Maybe Y/N might help me out with this conundrum.

Arriving in the forensic laboratory, Edward took notice of you messing about with the magnifying glass. He walks towards you, hands behind his back, and gave a slight cough to get your attention. “What’s on your mind Ed?” you said without taking your eyes off of the bullet you were observing. It was another one of those boring days you were having and the only thing to occupy you was to observe whatever was around you under the magnifying glass.

“Do you remember when you told me that if I wanted to get Miss Kringle’s attention that I would have to be romantic?”

“Yes…” Your interest had peaked. This little crush Ed is having on Kristen is the best thing that’s happened. Hearing Edward talk like some sort of awkward schoolboy amused you. This only happened once or twice back when you guys were in high school but usually only being a phase, going back to focus on his studies.

“Well I did that and it didn’t work.” He said as if the idea was nonsense to begin with.

You sighed and turned to look at him. You took off your glasses and place them on the table. “What did you do?” you said, laying your head on your hand that was in a fist.

“…I gave her a cupcake,” he said hesitantly.

“Mmhm, and you must have done something to the cupcake, obviously. You’re not telling me everything Ed.” You said with a little confidence. You knew Edward long enough to know when he’s withholding information and you love to know all.



“There was a bullet in the cupcake that I placed on her desk. She came to me a bit…disgusted. It was supposed to be a riddle so I thought I should clarify it for her.”

“A beautiful woman is a dangerous thing. Smart. Go on.”

“When I told her, I thought I’ve gotten ahold of her but detective Flass was around and well…I think you can imagine what happened next.” Edward took a seat next to you, hands clasped on his lap looking down. “She, uh, also called me a…freak.” Your body tensed. You thought these immature antics were over with, but like they say high school never ends.

Deciding against raging over the name calling, you, instead, took a deep breath without Edward noticing and responded in an adult like manner. “Are you still going to pursue her?” You try to keep a smile on your face. “Because if it were me I would stop completely. She’s ignorant and a fool and I would suggest you do so.”

“Please don’t call her that, she’s just trying to fit in is all. I probably just misinterpreted the conversation.” His eyes went wide as a false idea had manifested into a delusion in his head.

Your eyes went wide as well when you realized what he was thinking, all hope had returned to him. This is bad. His heart will break and you’re going to prevent that from happening. “Wait, Ed-”

But he cuts you off. “Of course! Us human beings are afraid of judgment and rejection, which is why she said the things she said. Miss Kringle just wants to be accepted like any other person and not be an outcast.” A shocked look immediately took place on your face. You raised your arm to reach for Edward but he came at you with a hug. “There’s still hope Y/N. Thank you for this very productive chat but I must attend to business.” A smile had spread on Edwards’ face, leaving you in a daze, wondering what just happened.

.~.~.~.~.

A few weeks went by and you haven’t heard much of Edward and his ideas about Kristen. It’s definitely a romance that is never to be. You’ve took noticed (more like observed intently) the men Kristen hung around with and none of them were like Edward. You wanted to tell Edward but was it really worth hurting his feelings? You were debating on that idea.

It was around nine that night, you were wrapping up the work you’ve been very focused on. Edward and his little dilemma were far from your mind until he showed up to the lab, his aura feeling tense. “I’m done.” he stated. He looked at you waiting for your response.

You looked at him a bit surprised but then your eyebrows knitted into confusion. “Done with what exactly? It’d be nice if you could elaborate on what you’re talking about.” You faced him, preparing yourself for what was to come.



“Kristen, this crush, my efforts in winning her affection. The Buffoons she hangs around with! They are complete imbeciles and are only going to lower her IQ by the minute!” his arms were in the air, expressing his inner struggles. “Why am I worrying over her petty IQ! I bet it’s not even as high as mine. I try and try but does it matter to her? No, absolutely not!” He paced around the room with his face flushed red.

You placed your hand on his arm a bit worried about him. You didn’t know how to handle this, not with Ed. Concern washed over your face. “Ed, Ed, what happened?” you said before he could start up his rant again.

“I was about to make my move. I was completely prepared. I had flowers and plans lined up for her. Instead, I found out that she has a new boyfriend.” he spat out the word. “Earlier that day, she said that there are better men out there, which, in my point of view, thought she was referring to me. Instead, it was another low leveled pathetic creep that was taking her out.” while Edward was talking you lead him to a chair to sit on while you sat across from him, completely focused on his words. That was spewing from him. It was like watching a dragon spit fire from his mouth with rage.

“I’m sorry Ed. To be honest I wanted this little thing between you two to work out. You two were going to be my favorite ‘nifty fifties’ couple.” You gave a small chuckle to lighten up his mood. How else were you going to deal with this? Say ‘I told you so.’ Obviously, that wasn’t an option.

“Oh please don’t laugh, this isn’t a joke.” he said irritated.

“I’m not laughing and I never said it is a joke. In my opinion, this whole thing is problematic, a nuisance. I know you like her a lot Ed, but don’t always expect other people to like you back.” You spoke to him as if he were a young child, putting your hand on top of his. “Just remember you have friends that care.” Edward then stood up at that.

“What friends? You mean the ones that use to beat me up and make fun of me because my intellect is far more superior than theirs? All my life I’ve had apes wail on me because of their lack of understanding and intelligence. I couldn’t get a girlfriend because all the girls thought I was weird and 'nerdy’. Spare me the lies Y/N, I have no friends, I have strangers that don’t care.”

You didn’t understand. Wasn’t I his friend? You thought. Your heart ached and you wanted to understand what just came out of his mouth. You were there taking care of him just to find out that it didn’t matter at all to him. You looked down, fist clenched, anger ready to be released. “Am I among those strangers or do I not count? I guess all I’ve done doesn’t matter.” You stood up. “I’ve been there for so long but I suppose I’m invisible to the one person I considered my best friend. What the hell was I thinking? I’m invisible to everyone else, what made me think that I would have a friend!” at that, you weren’t able to stand in the room with him. You packed up your things, grabbed your bag and left.

The anger within Edward had subsided and realized what he had done. He turned towards you calling your name but you already stormed out the room with tears rimmed around your eyes.

.~.~.~.

Work was impossible. The tension always arose when the both of you were in the same room. You didn’t speak to each other unless needed. You stopped talking to Edward because of obvious reasons, still angry, hurt, and utterly confused. Edward stopped talking to you because he didn’t know what to say, he was ashamed and was afraid to make this problem even worse. Edward knew he couldn’t leave it like this, he’ll have to take it slow.

It was around your lunch break and you got ready to leave to go to a small deli that was only a few blocks away. As you walked to the exit of the police department, Edward had tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around to see who it was only to have a slight frown appear on your face. “Hello Y/N. I was wondering if I can accompany you to your lunch break today.” he had a small smile on his face but on the inside, he was a bit terrified. What if she snaps at me? Then I would have made this even worse.

You were surprised by his request. You missed hanging out with Edward but at the same time, you needed space. “Um… That sounds nice and all but I prefer you not… I’m getting together with a friend today.” You lied. You looked up at him waiting to see how he would react.

“Oh, yes, well um, have a nice lunch then.” another smile came across his lips and then turned to leave. Did I really hurt her that bad? There’s no one else she hangs out with. He thought.

Maybe I should let him come along, you thought. No,  I need to think everything over. You then left for your lunch break.

.~.~.~.

A week went by as you and Edward being 'friends’ was on hold. You had a date tonight, an actual real date. This whole friendship issue with Edward made you realize that you have no one else you could really talk to and spend time with, well, besides your mom. This made you want to speak out more and be visible so everyone can see who you are and that you were here. Your self-esteem was raised a bit. Because of this, you found yourself a date that night with a fellow officer at work. You decided to wear a fitting maroon short-sleeved velvet dress that was sitting in your closet collecting dust, forest green tights and a pair of black leather boots, honestly, you weren’t going to put up with heels. You actually tried to look attractive for tonight, your hair was simply down with light makeup. You weren’t going to wear your glasses but instead, put on some contacts.

You stood by one of the many desks that occupied the space of the department waiting for your date. Another tap on your shoulder was present to reveal Edward. He had much confidence and his smile was showing it. He was stunned when he took a good look at you. You never dressed this way before, your new look stopped Edward in his tracks. It made him forget why he was there for. “Oh, uh, Y/N, you look… Pretty.” Stupid! She looks beautiful!

“Um, thank you.” there was a moment of awkward silence that was then broken by Edward remembering what he came for.

“I would like to apologize for my rude and uncalled behavior the other day and would like to become friends once more.” Another smile climbed up to form on his lips. You were taken aback at what he said. An arm was snaked around your waist, the smile Edward had left looking down to see the arm and the person who it belonged to. It was just officer John.

“You ready to go?” John asked not noticing Edward. You gave a small yet awkward smile to him.

“Yes, I was just talking to my coworker about something in the lab.” you raised your arm to address Edward. “This should only take a minute.” you looked down with a slight blush creeping on your face.

“Alright, I’ll pull the car out front then.”

“I’ll follow after.” he then left leaving you and Edward in awkwardness once again.

“Who was that?”

“That is John Hamilton, he’s, um, taking me out,” you said in a shy demeanor. You looked down at the ground once again, holding onto the coat that you had in your arms.

“As in a date? No, that’s impossible, you don’t date, and even if you did it wouldn’t be imbeciles like him,” he said in a matter-of-fact manner.

“He’s not an imbecile, we’ve talked and he’s proven to be much smarter then he lets on. And besides what knowledge do you have about me and the type of men I date.” you defended. Who gave him the right to judge who I date? You felt insulted as if he thought your choice was stupid. “And it’s sweet of you to apologize but as for us being friends, I don’t think we should. I just need to think over our friendship and everything else. I just…” you said. Its true, you did need to think things over. You wanted to know if your whole friendship was one-sided, if all you ever done was give but not receive. “I need to go, John’s waiting for me.” you left not wanting to continue this discussion.

“But…” Edward said, stunned at the results not going as he thought. You were supposed to accept his apology and go back to being his friend. What was he suppose to do now? If this was actually happening then he just lost the only true friend he had.

Edward roamed around, lost in thought until he noticed a weary man. Edward felt as if this detective lived up to the expectations of his badge, keeping the people of Gotham safe and righting the wrongdoings within the city. Edward walked toward the detective, his back facing him. He gathered up his things, ready to leave hard work and crime for another day. “Good evening Detective Gordon.” Edward greeted. Jim was startled by the sudden voice and the close proximity.

“Oh, hey Ed.” He responded.

“May I ask you a question. Well, actually two depending on how you answer the first question, which I assume you’ll answer it the way I predict it, which then leads to the second question.” Edward never understood why people get annoyed with technicalities. They help.

“Ed, is this a riddle? Because if it is then I can’t answer it, I have somewhere to be.”

“On the contrary, It’s actually a question that I would want to know the answer instead of it being for my amusement.”

“Alright well, what is it?” Jim asked.

“Are you familiar with relationships with the opposite sex?”

“…Yes.” Jim had to think about it. Of course, he had girlfriends before but he wouldn’t consider himself an expert on relationships. Maybe Harvey is. When cows fly.

“Well let’s say that you hurt your friend’s feelings, who is a girl, what would you do?” Edward asked.

“Apologize.” is that not obvious, Jim thought.

“Of course, but what if you already did that and she says that she likes to think of the relationship. What then?”

Jim thought for a moment. “Ed, I’m just going to assume that you just apologized and thought she would accept it. If it were me, I’d buy her flowers… Tell her that it pains me to see her hurt, that it kills me that I’m the one who’s causing her misery, that I do whatever I can to see her smile and be happy again.” Even though Jim is in a new relationship, he couldn’t help but think of the things he’d do for Barbra. He worried, yes, but she’s a grown woman that can make her own choices and he wouldn’t interfere with her independence.

“Wow. That’s actually better than whatever I was going to do. I’ll take up on your advice. If you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere to be. Until tomorrow Detective Gordon.” Edward then turned around rushing towards the doors of the department. While that happened Jim wondered what friend Edward was referring to the whole time. A mystery to solve some other day.

.~.~.~.~.

You arrived at your apartment right after your dinner with John, back against the dark wooden barrier that separates you from the harsh society that is Gotham. You were hoping throughout the date that you and John would be spewing facts to each other, releasing the endless knowledge within your head, instead, he only talked about common things that you didn’t care to acknowledge like sports. The conversations led you to feeling bored and tired, wanting to fall on your comfortable bed.

Ed loves to give out wonderful information about anything and everything. Ugh, I’m thinking about him again.

You were then startled by a knocking behind your back. You opened the door revealing the devil himself holding your favorite flowers. Those are probably for Kristen. I wonder if he’ll ever learn, you thought. “Hello Y/N, I was hoping that maybe you’ll let me discuss something with you,” Edward said.

“…I suppose.” You open the door wider to let him in. He entered sticking his arm out when you faced him.

“These are for you.” In shock, you took the flowers, the sweet smell finding its way to reach the sensors in your nose, giving you a peaceful feeling. There’s another thing about (F/F), not only are they pretty but the smell is majestic, always releasing the tension you have within yourself. “I wanted to come to give you a proper, real apology. An apology that does not require you to forgive at all but for the fact that you deserve one. So please, let me say what I need to say.” You stood there holding the flowers.

“All my life you were there through my worst and best times. You made me feel like I was somebody, not some worthless waste of space like they said I was. You were my support and while I was driving around to find an open flower shop, I looked over our friendship as well and I now can understand why you wouldn’t want to be friends with me because I wouldn’t either.” He said, walking towards you, staring within your eyes.

“All you ever done is support, respect, appreciate, and help me like a true friend while all I did was take and I can’t believe I had to lose you to actually see what I lost, a remarkable, smart, beautiful friend that I’ve taken for granted for so many years while all you’ve done was be my saving grace, an angel sent to me. You don’t need to forgive me but I just want you to know how terrible I feel about all of this. I shouldn’t have said what wasn’t true. You are my friend and probably the only person I’ll ever need.” Edward had his hands on your upper arms, his delicate touch caressing your flesh. This is exactly what you needed from him, to be sincere instead of being so professional about things. To actually realize his faults instead of saying a sorry and think that it’ll automatically make up for it. He’s done it to a bunch of people.

“I wear clothes of the brightest of colors and bells ring on my every step. You laugh at me, I laugh at you. Tell me, what am I?”

“A fool.” You answered.

“I’m sorry.” Edward finally said, his hands sliding down toward yours. You felt a wave of happiness and release crash down on you but shock hit you when he kissed you on the cheek, lips lingering for a moment before pulling back. For you two, you guys never done intimate things like some boy-girl friendships do. You found yourself trapping him in a tight hug, head buried in his chest. Stunned at first, Edward wrapped his arms around you, nose deep in your hair with a smile on his face.

“Thank you. That’s all I needed.” You looked up at him with a smile on your face.

“Earlier this evening, when I gave you that poor apology, I meant to say beautiful…but you always do look beautiful.” You blushed at this, ducking your head so Edward wouldn’t see. You picked your head back up to see Edward staring at you with a smile on his face, your faces to close for comfort. You couldn’t help but look at his lips, and he looks at yours. You could feel his breath on your lips, the tips of your noses touching slightly. Then there was the feeling, hearts pounding, mind cloudy, and stomachs filled with butterflies when your lips touched each others. You kissed a boy once for a slight second but that was for complete ridicule and embarrassment on your side, and that was years ago. Edward never kissed a girl but he was glad it’s with his best friend, well, now crush, now that he thinks about it.

Your hands found his, intertwining your fingers, turning your head to the side, making the kiss a whole lot better for the both of you, lip locking until air was needed. When the kiss broke off, the both of you looked dazed at each other. Edwards’ eyes went wide. “Oh dear Y/N, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that you’re dating officer Hamilton and he will not be pleased when he finds out…” Edward kept blabbering on.

“Ed, Ed, it’s fine. I’m not his girlfriend. It was only one date and he wasn’t really what I expected him to be.” You said being honest.

“What did you expect him to be?” He asked, his hands still holding yours.

“Well, He’s not that smart for starters. He bored me with conversations about sports and those sort of things. To be honest, I actually… thought about you, it was actually bringing my mood down with how we left things.”

Being the boy scout Edward is, he put a hand to his heart and raised his other and said: “Then I will make sure, with all of my power, to never let that happen ever again.” A smile came to your face with Edward being sweet and adorable. “Wait…just one question. Does this mean we’re in a non-platonic relationship and in an intimate relationship? You know, because we kissed and all…” Edward looked down trying to hide his face from the rejection that was to come.

“Well, it depends…do you want it to be?” you whispered the last part, face heating up.

“Oh, uh, well I don’t want to force you into anything but… I would really enjoy being in that sort of relationship with you.” He answered.

“What about Ms. Kringle?”

“I realized that I shouldn’t waste my time on someone who won’t return the feelings.” He said smiling at you. He grabbed your hand and asked “So…I’m allowed to this.” referring to the clasped hands. You smiled, happy at what had just happened.

“Haha, yes, you’re allowed.” You looked up at him and decided to give him a kiss on the cheek, having to stand on your toes slightly.

“Since you already had dinner, how about I take you out tomorrow after work?”

“Definitely,” you answered.

“Great! I have to get home, I don’t want to arrive at the lab all tired.” he kissed your cheek and headed for the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N.” Edward then left, leaving you with full of content.

[peterpanouat]

So I am currently working on part 8 for the jerome/edward series right now while at work and I am hoping to finish up some of it tonight and maybe post tomorrow or over the weekend. But please do leave feedback! I love getting feedback and makes me want to write even more <3 Or just talk to me about life idk man im bored af. I miss interacting with all of you. 

[myriadimagines]

For Who You Are

Gotham One Shot

Characters: [FEMALE] Reader x Edward Nygma + Jim Gordon, Kristen Kringle & Tom Dougherty

Warnings: bullying and a lil bit of fighting

Request: “could I request an Edward Nygma one shot where the reader is new the GCPD and gets teased by the cops for being kind of quirky (like singing to herself and stuff??) and Ed confronts them over the matter and has a small altercation, then the reader feels really bad and invites him over for dinner and they're both pretty awkward and clumsy throughout?? (sorry if that's too long or anything, I absolutely love your blog!!)” - anonymous

Word Count: 1,758

A/N: its not too long, i actually prefer one shot requests to be detailed !! and thank you so much for your support !! 💛 i dont know if i made it awkward/clumsy enough, but i hope it’s okay !!!

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You nervously straightened out your skirt and awed at the GCPD. You had only ever been on the outside, and always wondered what it looked like on the inside. You had just recently moved to Gotham and landed a job in record keeping, and you would be working alongside another girl. You were waiting for her now, since she would be showing you everything you needed to know.

You stepped back to marvel at the high ceiling, and accidentally bumped into someone. You whipped around, your eyes locking with the man you had bumped into. He was wearing a long, white lab coat, and had black-rimmed glasses. He tilted his head at you, curious, and you couldn’t help but think he looked cute.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, stepped away. “I’m so sorry.”

“Not a problem, Miss…” the man raised an eyebrow, and you smiled.

“y/n.” you introduced yourself. You suddenly held your hand out, and the man looked down at it before realising he was supposed to shake it.

“I’m Ed.” Ed smiled at you, and you smiled back. “Well, Edward Nygma. That’s my full name. I work in forensics. Are you starting a new job here?”

The words rapidly tumbled out of Ed’s mouth, and you blinked a few times, trying to process everything he said. You finally nodded, tucking your hair behind your ears. “I’m going to be a record keeper.”

“Ooo!” Ed clapped his hands together excitedly, and you laughed, unaware of the strange stares and whispers you were eliciting from the nearby officers. “With Miss. Kringle, right? I believe I saw something about a new assistant on her desk.”

“That would be me!” you raised your hand excitedly, and Ed laughed.

“I think you’d do amazing.” Ed gushed, and the both of you smiled shyly at each other.

“Ed!” a man suddenly yelled from what looked like the captain’s office. You both looked up to see a young man standing there, who gave you a polite nod before focusing on Ed. “I need to ask you something.”

“That’s Jim Gordon.” Ed leaned over to you and whispered, and you nodded. “Okay, I’ll see you soon.”

Ed quickly scuttled off just as you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see a young woman standing behind you. She had auburn hair scraped into a tight ponytail and glasses which matched Nygma’s, and she smiled at you.

“You must be y/n.” she remarked, looking you up and down. “I’m Kristen. You’ll be working with me.”

She gestured for you to follow her towards the record room, and you happily skipped after her.

--

You hummed happily to yourself as you put a box away. You grabbed another box from Kristen’s desk and twirled around, placing it on another shelf. It had been a few weeks since you had gotten your job from the GCPD, and Kristen had a day off today, so you had the room to yourself.

“Oh, look.” a mocking voice rang out from the doorway, and you gasped in surprise and dropped the third box you had picked up. “The weirdo’s in here.”

“Do you need help with anything, Officer Dougherty?” you asked, avoiding eye contact as you bent down to pick up the files. Despite the job going smoothly, you couldn’t say the same about meeting your coworkers. A small group of officers always seemed to make some time to come into the records room just to bully you. You wanted to say their words didn’t hurt, but they did.

“Actually, yeah.” Tom walked over to you, kicking a file which you reached out for. “Where’s Kristen?”

“It’s her day off.” you replied quietly, gathering up all the papers before Tom could kick another one. You could see Tom sniff at the boxes you had put away, and he squinted at the labels.

“Since when did we start using glitter pens in here?” Tom scoffed, and you frowned, hugging the files to their chest.

“I just think we could use a little color.” you shrugged, and Tom rolled his eyes. He opened his mouth, no doubt to spew more insults, when someone cleared their throat from the doorway.

“Is there a problem here, Officer Dougherty?” Ed asked, pushing past the other officers who blocked the doorway and rushing to your side. Tom laughed as he looked at the both of you, shaking his head.

“One weirdo sticking out for another.” Tom chuckled. “Gotta look out for your kind, right?”

“y/n is not a weirdo.” Ed stepped closer to Tom, his voice raising. “She is a lovely person and does not deserve you coming in here every day to harass her!”

“Wow, Nygma’s getting feisty!” Tom laughed, clearing unintimidated as he looked over his shoulder as his fellow cops. “What are you going to do next, punch me?”

“Maybe.” Ed shrugged, and before you could stop him, he swung his fist out and struck Tom’s face. Tom staggered back, surprised, before lunging towards Ed. He grabbed his collar and slammed him against the wall, the boxes on the nearby shelf tumbling down. Tom raised his fist when Jim stormed inside.

“Hey!” Jim yelled, and everyone froze. “What the hell is going on in here?”

“Officer Dougherty was harassing y/n, so I was defending her.” Ed explained, and Tom scoffed as he dropped Ed and stepped away.

“That is not-” Tom tried to defend himself, but Jim waved his hand.

“I don’t care, Dougherty.” Jim growled. “I want all of you to help y/n clean up the mess you’ve made, then get out of here. If I see anyone coming in here to bully y/n, you’ll have to answer to the Captain.”

Jim stormed out of the room and Tom groaned as he reluctantly bent down to pick up the boxes, the other officers helping him. You and Ed quickly picked everything up, and mess was finally cleared. Tom shot you and Ed a dirty look before he filed out, and you quickly reached out to grab Ed’s sleeve before he left too.

“You didn’t have to do that, Ed.” you said, and Ed raised his eyebrows. “Getting into a fight defending me, I mean.”

“I just wanted to protect you, y/n.” Ed smiled, and you smiled back.

“Do you… do you want to come over to my place for dinner?” you asked, and Ed’s eyes widened. “It’s totally cool if you don’t want to, I just want to thank you in some way.”

“I think that would be lovely, y/n.” Ed beamed, and you laughed excitedly. You turned and grabbed a scrap sheet of paper and scribbled down your address before handing it to Ed.

“Meet me at seven?” you asked, and Ed nodded as he carefully tucked the paper into his pocket.

“Seven it is.”

--

The doorbell rang at seven o’clock sharp, and you quickly placed the last plate on the table before rushing over to open it. You smiled as Ed was there, nervously pacing on the spot.

“Hello, y/n.” he rushed in front of you, before awkwardly producing a flower he was hiding behind his back. You flushed as you took it, and gave Ed a shy smile.

“Oh, Ed, it’s lovely!” you exclaimed, and Ed grinned. “But you didn’t need to. I’m the one thanking you, after all.”

“I just reminded me of you.” Ed replied. “Since it’s so beautiful.”

The both of you blushed before you stepped aside and beckoned Ed to come inside your apartment. You moved to the left as Ed moved to the left, and the both of you danced around as you tried to move past each other. You both laughed nervously before you finally stepped away, and Ed came inside. Ed smiled as he looked around -- everything from the decor to the furniture seemed to fit your personality, and he loved it. You gestured for him to sit at the table, where you had made some pasta, while you filled a vase with water for your flower. Ed politely sat down as you put the flower on the table, and you grinned as you sat opposite him.

“I hope you like spaghetti.” you smiled sheepishly, and Ed rubbed his hands together excitedly as he eyed the pot of pasta.

“I’ll probably like anything you make.” he gushed, and you giggled as you piled both your plates with food. The two of you sat in silence eating for a while before Ed cleared his throat. “How are you liking the GCPD? Aside from all those jerks who call themselves officers.”

“I love it, actually.” you nodded, twirling the spaghetti with your fork. “Some people make the job so fun.”

“Oh yeah?” Ed looked up. “Like who?”

“Like you.” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant, and Ed smiled proudly. “How is forensic work? A bit bloody, I suspect.”

“Yes, but it’s interesting.” Ed leaned closer to you, his elbows resting on the table. “You should come into the lab sometime. I can show you how things work. It’s fascinating what kind of things you can find out from a dead body.”

“Wow.” you blinked, and Ed pressed his lips together, unsure if he had just said the right thing. “How… graphic.”

“I’m so sorry.” Ed leaned back, looking at his lap. You smiled, reaching out to touch his hand, and Ed stared at the sight of your hand on his. You blushed again, and moved to pull your hand away, but Ed quickly turned his hand over to hold yours. The both of you smiled shyly at each other as you weaved your fingers together.

“You don’t need to be sorry.” you finally spoke, and Ed chuckled. “I-I like you for who you are, Ed.”

“I like you for who are are too, y/n.” Ed confessed. “I-I think you’re super adorable, actually.”

“Aw!” you giggled, leaning closer to Ed. Ed leaned closer to you too, and the both of you paused, unsure of what to do next. Ed finally got out of his seat to lean over and kiss you, and you could feel him smiling against your lips. He finally sat back, and you laughed as you pointed at his sweater. He looked down and groaned as he realised he had gotten spaghetti on his sweater, and he hurriedly tried to wipe it off.

“Still like me?” Ed asked, a small grin on his face as he looked up at you.

“Definitely.” you confirmed, laughing. “Even if you have spaghetti on your shirt.”

tags: @purityimagines / @doctorwhoandrory / @bohemian-nygma / @myfriendmagislit​

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Christmas Fan Fiction Advent Calendar 2017 (Batman Universe)

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2Bs7NO7

by JokersEnigma

Ok, basically I have come up with a little challenge for me to celebrate Christmas this year where I will produce one piece of fan fiction for every day of December based around the DC Batman Universe. This will be made up of one-shots, mini series' and continuations of my current series. I really hope you enjoy - though based on time restraint I can't guarantee the best quality writing! Haha I've placed them all in this 'new story' to keep the collection together i.e. each new chapter will be a new day! Hope you enjoy! Merry Christmas!

Words: 5792, Chapters: 1/25, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: The Joker, Poison Ivy, Harley, Bruce Wayne, Oswald Cobblepot, Edward Nygma, Victor Zsasz, Robin (DCU), Alfred Pennyworth, Reader

Relationships: Joker X Reader, Bruce Wayne x Reader - Relationship, harley x ivy - Relationship, ed nygma x reader

Additional Tags: Christmas

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[thejokersenigma]

Nygma x Reader - Opposites Attract Part 3

Hi guys, I had an ask the other day about whether I would continue this and didn't realise how many notes the other pieces had - I thought no one liked them - so I hadn't bothered!

But just for that one person that asked - here it is! Part 3! I had started writing this on my laptop but then it died so I had to rewrite it! Sorry it took so long for those that did actually want to read it!

Sorry if it's not great - I wrote and edited the whole thing today so probably not my best work! haha

Enjoy! :)

As always, feel free to chat or send me a requests - I'm happy to give anything a go for any fandom! :D

If you want me to continue with this series pls let me know! Or if you want to be tagged etc. Drop me a line! I don't bite! :D

Masterlist

Edward Nygma was usually a very focused person – his work always completed in record time without error or missing information. So, for numerous people now come to his office asking for documents he had yet to even start filling out was very unusual.

But Ed couldn’t focus.

His mind - instead of staying on the paperwork for Mr Henderson’s murder, which currently lay on the desk in front of him – was pulled to Miss Kringle and the image of the bruise on her arm which now felt permanently burned into his mind.

He hated how powerless he felt sat here at his desk – doing nothing. But Miss Kringle had been quick to silence any offer of help by him and he wasn’t sure what he could do anyway. But the lack of action was getting to him and his mind, which instead chose to run away into an overactive imagination about how she could have got the mark and what more could happen to her if he didn’t do something.

He felt useless. But he should leave - that’s what Miss Kringle wanted.

Then, why couldn’t he?

The human mind was complex after all – he of all people knew that. Was her refusal of help in fact a silent cry of help?

Or was he foolish for thinking that, or foolish of thinking it was anything but that?

Ed wasn’t sure, and this only frustrated him further – he couldn’t think clearly, his emotions clouding any sane or logical thought processes.

What surprised Ed, was how quiet the voice in his head had been throughout most of the day. Or maybe it was just that Ed couldn’t distinguish between the voice in his mind and his own thoughts anymore – both just as dark and hateful as the other.

Ed groaned quietly to himself in frustration as he crumpled up the notes in front of him, his handwriting barely legible and nothing of use on the pages anyway.

He couldn’t just sit here and let the inevitable happen again. Because it was inevitable. Officer Dougherty had practically said so himself really when Ed had – against Miss Kringle’s wishes – gone to speaker to her assailant.

Ed wasn’t sure where he had managed to pluck up enough courage to confront the police officer – especially when he had been surround by his goonish friends – maybe it had been the strength of his feelings for Miss Kringle, or maybe the bruise on her wrist that now haunted his mind.

That confrontation, however, had been anything but a success.

Ed had tried to be strong, stating firmly that he knew what Dougherty had done, but the man had simply responded with ‘And?’, uncaring in the slightest that his act of abuse had been uncovered. Ed’s blood had boiled at that, but the larger man had quickly shot him down any retort he’d had, easily finding Ed’s weak spot in his love life and clearly amused by Ed’s lack of intimacy with the opposite sex. Dougherty had then continued on, pointing out that Ed couldn’t possibly therefore understand that a woman needed a firm hand – especially Miss Kringle.

Ed’s bravery had been fortified by this blatant lack of respect and he’d given one last, strong hearted attempt to stop the Officer by stating firmly that he would not let Dougherty hurt her again, trying to keep his wavering voice under control. But Dougherty saw through this bravery, stepping toward and encroaching on his personal space – a classic intimation move that Ed recognised immediately – then asking the one question Ed’s quick mind couldn’t answer under those conditions – what could Ed do?

Ed had then been left speechless as a smug Dougherty had pushed past him, with a, “Later Riddle-man!”. Ed recalled the white noise that had screamed in his head and the momentary lapsed of control to the voice, forcing his hands to curl into fists at his side before he managed to regain control again.

Even the memory of the encounter left Ed ashamed at how easily Dougherty had defeated him and he hung his head as he sat at his desk, his long fingers curling once more into fists on the top of his desk. He was restless now, agitated, like every nerve in his body wanted to react, lash out. He was struggling to keep himself in control.

He couldn’t stand sitting here any longer and though he usually stayed late, he shoved himself roughly to his feet, snatching his car keys from his top drawer, not looking back or hesitating as he strode out of the building along with the others whose shift had just finished.

As he drove down the darkening street he felt slightly better, just being out of the police station immediately calming his mind slightly, though he could still feel his shame niggling relentlessly at the back of his mind - so much so that - for the first time in many weeks - he forgot to cast his usual glance over at the dark window of ‘The Cup ‘n’ Saucer’ where he knew [Y/N] would we closing up, only the back-office light still on and just visible through the tall shop front windows.

Tonight however, Ed kept his eyes on the tarmac in front of him, as he drove home, though he barely saw it, his body on autopilot as his mind continued to wander.

He took the route that he often did which - although it added a few minutes to his journey - took him straight past Miss Kringle’s house. Before he knew what he was doing, Ed had pulled the car up between the vehicles of other residents of the street on the opposite side of the road to Miss Kringle’s door. He killed the engine and stared straight ahead at the tail lights of the parked car in front.

He wasn’t sure why he came down this street, let alone why he was parked here – it was just a painful reminder – and he could only blame the other him for this – for wanting to punish him somehow.

He rolled down his window, letting the cold night air flood into the car in an attempt to slap some sense into him. The wind stung his cheek and he knew he shouldn’t be here – there were laws against stalking after all. If you’re caught chuckled the voice.

“Shut up.” Ed snarled at himself. “This is wrong. I’m going home.”

But still he didn’t move, his mind feeling foggy and unclear and making it hard to make solid decisions.  He sat there for at least 5 minutes, finding no urge to get out of the car, but at the same time finding it impossible to start the car and drive away.

Movement in his driver wing mirror caught his attention and he glanced over his shoulder down the street to see Officer Dougherty, hands in his coat pocket and hunkered down against the cold, wandering up the other side of the street to where Ed sat.

Ed was confused and alarmed for a moment as to why he was there, but he then sharply remembered the conversation he had walked in on in the records annex earlier between Miss Kringle and Officer Dougherty – it was date night.

“Stop right there, buster!” Ed called determinedly out of his open window, scrambling to open the car door and unfolding himself out of the driver’s and into the wintery night.

“Riddle man?” Called Officer Dougherty in confusion, turning to face Ed just before he took the steps to Miss Kringle’s front door, “What the hell are you doing creeping around here?” He asked, tilting his head and looked slightly off kilter - as though he may have been drinking recently.

Now Ed was certain he had to stop this evening before it began.

“You need to leave Miss Kringle alone.” Said Ed, loudly across the street, stuffing his hands into his pockets as they began to sting from the freezing night air, hunching his shoulders against the wind that howled up the street.

Dougherty stepped off the pavement and began to move towards Ed, swaying slightly from side to side. “What?” He asked, bewildered as he stepped around a parked car.

“I’m not gonna let you hurt her.” Ed said, his voice wavering slightly as the large, intoxicated man came closer, “Ever again.” He added, trying to hold firm. He took a deep breath, steeling himself, “I think you need to leave Gotham.” He said, his voice shaking and his words turning to steam in front of his face before drifting into the night sky. Dougherty continued to move closer. “Tonight.” Ed finished, his voice cracking slightly.

Dougherty just laughed, glancing down the street, his footsteps were heavy and he stumbled slightly in his movements, “I get it now,” he chuckled, “You got a thing for my girl!” He exclaimed, spinning slightly to look back at the house where Miss Kringle was probably sat waiting for her date to show. He turned back to Ed, “That’s too funny.” He said, though he had stopped laughing and there was no trace of humour on his face anymore. Ed’s breathing was loud and shook like his muscles and he wasn’t sure if it was the cold night air or the fear of the man in  front of him.

Dougherty stepped closer and placed a hand on Ed’s shoulder, leaning in like a friend – “Don’t take this personal.” He said, before he pulled his free arm back and swung it into Ed’s stomach causing him to double over and fall to the floor on his knees.

Ed couldn’t see anything. His vision black and red, his breath coming in short painful stabs. He wasn’t in control anymore. He found himself reaching into his coat pocket as Dougherty grabbed his shoulder, “Want some more?” the man asked, pulling Ed up, ready to have another go at him.

As he stumbled back to his feet though, Ed followed his upward momentum with his arm and rammed the knife he had retrieved from his pocket straight up into Dougherty’s stomach.

Ed steadied himself, one hand on the knife, the other on Dougherty’s chest to balance himself.  He hesitated staring in shock at the handle of the blade sticking out of the officer’s torso, “Oh, dear.” Ed stammered, pulling the weapon out, the fresh blood shining in the overhead street light.

Dougherty’s hand was still on Ed’s shoulder and he looked down at the wound in shock before falling forward onto Ed, grabbing his other shoulder. Ed acted instinctively, throwing his arm forward once more and driving the blade back into the man.

He pulled back again, only hesitated a fraction of a second this time before he plunged the knife once more into the man’s body, watching in numb shock, his mouth open in horror at what he was doing. But then a frenzy seemed to overcome him, and he clenched his jaw, using all his strength to repeatedly drive the knife into the police officer, peppering his body with deep, fatal incisions.

Eventually Dougherty couldn’t hold on any longer and Ed could only watch as the man - shock and disbelief in his eyes - fell to his knees in front of him, the officer’s hands still reaching out in front of him where they had gripped Ed’s shoulders a moment ago.

“Riddle man…” Came the dying man’s last words before he collapsed over backwards – now a lifeless corpse.

[Y/N] was heading home. It had been a relatively slow day and she wasn’t feeling very hopeful about reaching the rent for the café at the end of the month. She trailed around the back of the shop finishing her wipe down of all surfaces and tucking away a few papers that had been scattered on her desk/coffee table. At least she still had a bit of time to draw some more cash in, she comforted herself, she just had to think about what she could do to get some more interest in her ‘The Cup ‘n’ Saucer’ – maybe she could advertise? Though, that would just cost more money which she’d have to make up for somehow.

Finally she closed up shop, turning the key in the lock and looking forlornly at the dark interior of her café through the window. She hoped she didn’t have to give it up – she was finally doing something she loved.

She shook her head, there was nothing she could do right now – no point in worrying – and headed off down the dark street toward her home.

Cars rushed past her as she walked, adding a chilly breeze to the already freezing November night and for the umpteenth time she wished she could afford a car of her own. It was an unnecessary expense at the moment however – one she definitely could not afford with the state of her café’s finances; besides, her house wasn’t too far away. Still it would beat walking along these icy streets each night, she thought – at least it wasn’t raining right now.

She glanced across at the road and the cars she envied, picking out the silhouettes of drivers she wished she was as they flew past and - for a moment - she could have sworn one them had the exact outline and height of the man who had visited her café last week.

She frowned. Highly unlikely that it was, but even if it had been, what did it matter? She had decided to put that man out of her mind now. Clearly their conversation the other day had meant completely nothing to him, so it shouldn’t continue affect her either – it especially shouldn’t mean she should start seeing him everywhere, she thought sternly to herself as she trekked home.

[Y/N] spent the rest of her walk home through the maze of Gotham’s streets trying to avoid thinking about money and the about the mysterious man, though few other topics seemed to stick in her mind long before she managed to wind her way back to them.

It was however, as she turned a corner into yet another street, that she was made to think about something completely different.

The street before her was completely empty except for two men on the opposite side of the street, stood in the road. She frowned thinking it a bit odd – the shadowy men seemed to be embracing, neither moving – maybe it was the end of a date? Maybe she should leave quickly and not interrupt them.

Just then one of the men drew back and pulling one arm free. He was slightly taller than the other man and much skinnier and appeared to be wearing some sort of trench coat and - was he holding something?

She squinted slightly to see, her noisiness getting the better of her, but she couldn’t make it out from this distance so she edged closer, trying to move silently and slowly so as not to draw attention to her spying.

The larger man seemed to almost collapse forward into the skinny one who immediately brought his arm to catch him. [Y/N] then watched in confusion and then horror as the skinnier man continued to withdraw and plunge his hand at the taller man – the action and the item he had held now all too clear – she was witnessing a stabbing.

She froze where she was – she knew these things happened a lot in this city, but she’d yet to actually witness one and the situation was alien to her – what was she supposed to do?

In the back of her mind she screamed at herself to call the police but the scene before her had her captivated and she couldn’t seem to look away.

Then the larger man fell to his knees, “Riddleman…” She heard from across the silent road, then the man collapsed backwards, splaying out into a dead snow angel-like form.

The tall skinny man seemed to watch the body for a bit, quietly mumbling something to himself that [Y/N] couldn’t hear from her distance.

Ignorant to her own warnings, {Y/N] stepped closer, hiding behind the row of parked cars that lined the street, watching the shadowy figure intently.

The man seemed to be breathing heavily as he stared at the body that now lay at his feet, “Oh dear. Oh dear” He seemed to breathe as he stared down at the man. He continued to mumble as he stepped around the body and into the middle of the street. The assailant seemed to then turn his gaze to the knife, observing the blood painting the blade and twisting it, admiring how it shone in the light above him. “Oh dear.” He said once more before he broke into hysterical laughter as he stared at the weapon in his hand and [Y/N] watched in in horror. Then he stopped laughing and he took a step back a little bit further so he was fully under the pool of light illuminated by the streetlight above, [Y/N] now clearly able to see exactly who the man was.

[Y/N] couldn’t believe what she was seeing and brought one hand up to her mouth which was open in a silent scream. She soon snapped out of her frozen state, twisting around and running back the way, she’d come – back to a busy, more public street where she would lose the man or at least be safe amongst the rest of the commuters on their way to their own homes.

 Her feet pounded against the pavement and she cursed how noisy she was being – sure the mysterious man must have heard her if nothing else. Suddenly her legs slipped out from underneath her on a particularly icy paving slab and she fell painfully on one knee before the rest of her body collided with the floor. She cried out in pain but even that didn’t drown out the sound of footsteps behind her.

A hand grabbed at her shoulder, yanking her around so she now lay on her back, looking up at the man she had spoken to at the café a week ago, bloody knife still in his hand and now wielded above her. She screamed in alarm and kicked out frantically, connecting with his legs several times and once to the stomach, unbalancing him and sending him sprawling backwards.

That was enough for her and she scrambled to her feet quickly, sprinting back up the street before the man could regain his composure. Even in her speed she still saw his arm reach out to grab her as she ran, but she dodged it and dashed to the street corner, continuing to run until she reached a main road. She paused for breath for a moment, her legs shaking like crazy before she jogged the rest of the way home, jumpy at every movement in the shadows. She didn’t feel remotely safe until she had reached her home and had tightly bolted every lock in her house.

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Nygma x Reader - Opposites Attract

Summary: Reader and Ed Nygma meet one day in Reader’s coffee shop, then next she watching Ed murder Officer Dougherty in the street. 

Of course, Evil Ed wants to kill Reader - no witnesses - but good Ed harbours some feelings for this girl and must protect her somehow - even if she wants to get him charged for murder. 

(Im not 100% sure where I am going with this!)

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Nygma x Reader Opposites Attract Part 2

Hello - anyone that reads this series! Its been a long time since I posted the first one, and I wasn’t sure if I was going to continue it, but I fancied writing something different to my usual so I thought I’d attempt to pick this back up again!

Not much happens in this chapter I’m afraid - I’m just trying to get back into my head space for this story and trying to figure out where I am going with it as well as keeping it relatively short!

Hope you Enjoy! (if anyone reads it!) :)

I love comments and feedback!

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Although Edward Nygma still did not voluntary put his name for coffee duty, he no longer avoided it like the plague and never regretted going. Everyone had enjoyed the coffee he had delivered and so the new Coffee spot for the GCPD had become The Cup n’ Saucer – much to [Y/N]’s delight.

Edward was not as thrilled. As much as he was glad he was contributing to the increase in customers for the young lady, he didn’t like it when he watched one of the younger, handsome interns doing a coffee run. For whatever reason this jealousy was occurring for, he couldn’t figure out – his eyes still firmly set on Miss Kringle – none the less he made a point of trying not to find out whose turn it was.

His whooing of Miss Kringle had, of course, been postponed whilst she was with Officer Dougherty. But that hadn’t stopped him trying to spend as much time around her as possible in the records annex – making up excuses just to get files in the hopes of her being in there. This now meaning he had a large pile of unneeded folders sat on his desk which he needed to return discretely.

For now though, he an actual information he needed to get from the archives. He headed to the room of files, carrying his a small card of handwritten names in one hand and a spare watermelon he had left over from more of his experiments. He had sliced it in half and removed chunks decoratively so it had the appearance of a basket. Inside he had arranged the fruit’s chopped flesh in cubes, some of which were impaled with small coloured plastic swords.

As he sung the door open he stopped abruptly in the doorway when he was faced with Miss Kringle and Officer Dougherty stood barely an inch apart, locked in a kiss. The smile of greeting he had on his face dropped and he turned so that he pressed his back to the doorframe.

The couple had pulled away at his entry, Kristen appearing self-conscious at the situation and, not meeting Dougherty’s eyes as she nodded in response to his words, attempting to hurry him along, whilst he seemed unfazed by the interruption.

Ed stared his annoyance into the wooden frame opposite him as he waited for them to finish their conversation, rolling the watermelon ball between his hands as he fidgeted uncomfortably. He could Miss Kringle murmuring affirmations at Dougherty about meeting up later and he could feel his brow pull even lower as he frowned. He didn’t want to know that.

Finally they parted and Officer Dougherty picked up his police cap he had left on top of one of the filing cabinets, it hung by his side as he strolled nonchalantly towards Ed, “How’s it hangin’ riddle man?” he asked, and Ed glanced at him quickly before returning his attention back to the wall in front of him. He was a bit taken aback at the casual vernacular and not entirely sure how to answer correctly to the phrase

“Uh, it’s hanging –“ he paused - his eyes still firmly fixed in front of him - as Dougherty reached into the watermelon in his hands without invitation, picking up one of the small plastic swords and popping a cube of fruit into his mouth. He continued out the door without a pause, not waiting to hear the rest of Ed’s sentence, clearly not caring for the answer. “fine.” Finished Ed quietly.

He remained in the door way as the officer walked away, hesitating as to what to do now.

“Mr Nygma,” came Kristen from within the room, and he turned his head in her direction. Did he notice a slight wobble in her voice? “Did you need something?” she asked bluntly – any trace of a waver in her voice now gone.

He turned so that he faced into the room, taking in the beautiful red head before him. She was in a simple long-sleeved green dress that fell to her knees and had a pair of dark heels on that he had memorised the signature click of from the times she walked past his office.

“Oh, yes.” He said quickly, breaking out of his study of her, “Uh, Detective Gordon wanted me to go through the forensic evidence of these old murders.” He explained, handing her the card in his hand with a list of names.

“Ok.” She breathed, reading through the list. Then he noticed the exposed skin of her left upper arm where she had rolled up the sleeves of her dress.

“Are those bruises?” he questioned, his face clouding over as he took in the dark patches of purple that marred her smooth pale skin.

“Uh,” She hesitated, pulling her arm closer to her and rolling down the sleeve to cover the marks.

A realisation hit him from the words he had overheard a moment ago from Dougherty – So you forgive me? He could feel the anger forming inside him, “Did Officer Dougherty do this to you?” he asked in disbelief.

“Uh, he was upset and he didn’t mean to, I said something’s I shouldn’t have and-“

“Miss Kringle this isn’t right,” Ed cried out shaking his head, “He can’t just-

“Mr Nygma,” Kristen broke in, “it is none of your concern.” She told him, a strong steely look in her eye. She seemed so confident, but he didn’t want her to have to handle this – she shouldn’t have to. Then teach the man some lessons.

“Now I need to get start on these files so.” She trailed off as opened one filing cabinet, only to realised it was the wrong one move to the next one, forcing Ed to move out of the way as she pulled it open.

Ed could tell she didn’t want to say anymore on the subject so he reluctantly dropped it. He heard her sigh and shake her head slight as he turned and his heart went out to her, wishing he could comfort her, save her. Then do it. She clearly didn’t want his help though. She just doesn’t know it.

He fought down the voice in his head and he walked out the annex in defeat, watermelon basket still in hand. You could be her hero… sang the voice in his head. He could.

Y/N had been thrilled by the sudden increase of business, not only did she have the usual GCPD coffee round every day around midmorning, but she also had the odd officer at lunch and after their shift now as well. Plus some had even gone on to tell others how good the café was so she was seeing quite an increase in customers.

She had the lanky forensic man to thank for that. Whoever he was.

She regretted now not asking for his name – she owed him a lot and wanted to thank him but she felt awkward not knowing who he actually was. He had returned to the café only once since then and she’d been too busy to hold a conversation with him – for the first time ever actually run off her feet with customers!

He hadn’t returned after that, young men and women - who she assumed were assistants or interns – instead of her tall forensic scientist. Now she was worrying that she had done something wrong which meant he wouldn’t ever come back – he had after all hated the fact that he had to get the coffee. Maybe he didn’t want to come back. Maybe she had been too forward giving him that coffee on the house. After all he was bound to have a girlfriend. Just because her love life consisted of books and her old family dog didn’t mean everyone’s did. Maybe she’d scared him off, she thought as she wiped down the empty refrigerated display shelves with a ragged cloth. It was the final hour before she closed for the night and a few customers loitered around enjoying the relaxing atmosphere and late night caffeine hit.

Who was she to flirt with a guy after only knowing him for a few minutes? She had never been that bold before – and clearly for a good reason! She let out a loud sigh, bending over so she could rest her elbow on the counter and her head in her hand. She looked out the front café windows at the head lights that flew past in the darkening evening wishing she could just be in bed and wrapped up in her duvet and embarrassment.

But instead she was here. There was no good moping around when there was work to do. So she pulled herself together and busied herself with the rest of the cleanup and prep she needed to do for tomorrow.

But even as she stood in the small kitchen, beating away at ingredients in bowls and chopping veg for the next day, her mind could still travel - and did - to the mysterious riddle man.

Having only seen him twice, and for short periods of time, his face was not clear in her memories and she doubted any image she had of him was accurate. She wanted to see him again. Needed to see him again. Just once. That would do her. Then she’d never have the need to think or see him again.

It sounded weird, obsessive and downright ridiculous, but thinking about it now – as she washed and dried plates and cups - she realised it was exactly what she wanted.

The problem was she, didn’t know who he was. She had no name to go on. She could pay the GCPD a visit and find out, but that felt a bit stalker-ish and creepy. No. She couldn’t do that, she thought, accidentally splashing soapy water over her apron. No, a sensible, normal person would just leave it to fate. They would wait here, doing their job, living their own life and just wait to see if he ever appeared again. If he didn’t, then he clearly didn’t want to see her again and that would just have to be that. She would just have to fine and live with it.

And so she made up her mind to wait - sighing at the loud thoughts in her head that told her there was no chance she’d seem him again - as she grabbed a tea towel and began to dry the dishes.

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Sorry

Pairing: The Riddler x Reader

Word Count: 1,329

Summary: In one of his episodes, all rage comes out and an irreversible incident occurs.

Warnings: Death

A/N: I was inspired by two posts by @riddlcr on the pros and cons on dating Riddler (which I might do the rest of) and the Riddler loving someone. And this is actual Riddler. The gif suits the situation of the story.

Alternate Ending

Why was it impossible for him to just stump this damn cheater?

All his plans and traps had nothing on the Batman. He couldn’t possibly figure out the solutions to these puzzles on his own, he had to be cheating. That is insulting. Was he, The Great Riddler, not important enough for Batman to even solve these on his own. Did he not want to waste his time on these perfectly calculated puzzles that he had to cheat. How dare he! Even when he does figure them out, doesn’t he understand the importance of ridding this world of incompetent, useless, good-for-nothing, simpletons. Didn’t he understand that by doing this, the world will move forward much faster now that these morons who can’t improve themselves won’t hold them back.

Edward sat in his dark, dim lighted room, staring at the board full of sketches of his traps, head in hands as he was in full concentration. In one swift move, he ripped the board off the wall, throwing it across the room.

The sudden noise startled you. Edward told you to stay away from him when he was in that room. He was use to being alone which is why he was afraid that when you enter, that you’d break his train of thought. But you were worried. As far as you know, it was unusual for him to do that. You neared the door pushing your ear against it to hear anything, but all you heard was nothing. You knocked, first calling out to him but after awhile your worrisome self got the best of you and opened the door to a mess of papers. There he say back on the chair, head in hands again.

“Ed…you alright?” No response, so you went up to him placing your hand on his back. Startled at this, for he thought he was alone, he turned around in his chair and grabbed his cane.

“W-What are you doing here?! Didn’t I tell you not to come in while I was working?!” he shouted.

“You did but I heard something and thought that you were hurt.” Why didn’t he just appreciate that you were actually worried about him?

“Me? Hurt? Not possible. I’m the only one in the room so there is no way I would let myself get “hurt” unlike your clumsy self.“ There it is. There’s the insult you were looking for. Although this little snap seems different.

"And even if I were hurt, I would call for you, you moronic girl. No matter what, you stay OUT!” you flinched at his yelling. This is different. Edward usually never kept the subject going for this long and he never yelled at you. “Oh for the love of god, are you still here!! I said leave you twit!!”

“Edward, what is your problem? All I did was check on you. I’m sorry that I was worried about you.” you said with a bit of attitude.

“You! You are my problem along with all the other stupid people here in Gotham! I give you simple directions and you can’t even follow that!” He turned his back to you. You were not going to take that from him, dangerous criminal or not, he will not talk to you like that.

You went off on him. He just look down at the table in front of him, face splashed with anger, teeth clenched. He couldn’t take the yammering anymore. “…shut up…” It still went on. Why won’t it stop? “Shut up.” You didn’t listen. You ignored his request. Then he burst. “DAMMIT, SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!”

With all the anger inside him boiling up, cane still in his hands he turned around abruptly and swung his dominant arm with all the force he had and all the anger in that one swing, it came to a full stop against a head that had no business with that metal cane. The cane with red on it. Everything went unnoticed to Edward until a sudden thud broke the silence that he needed. The fogginess that filled his mind cleared up a bit slowly. Realizing that there was nothing in front of him his eyes slowly looked to the one direction that he hoped nothing would be there. They met. Cold, wide, bloodshot, blue eyes met red.

“Y/N…Y/N.” he said calmly. “Y/N wake up… Stop that. Wake up Y/N. That’s not funny.”

“…”

“I’m being serious Y/N.” he said as if calling out a child who hasn’t been following directions. “You’re getting on my nerves with this.”

“…”

“…”

Clank. The metal cane took rest on the floor that contained an empty vessel. He dropped to his knees looking down. His hand slowly went toward yours. A finger poking at your growing cold flesh, and then grasping it. His head leant down to your neck taking in the air of sweetness tainted with the bitterness of copper. Gingerly he planted small kisses hoping to coax you out of whatever it is you’re pulling on him. Not a twitch or a shiver he came to felt. His head came back up to look at your face, paler than before staring at nothing of importance. He loved those eyes. They were always so lovely to look at.

He then met your eyes with his teary ones and placed his hand softly to your cheek, afraid that you would break so easily by his touch. “H-hey Y/N… If you stop this little prank of yours, w-we could go watch that movie you wanted…we could go to the p-park if you want too…” he hated it. His voice cracking like that. Made him sound stupid and weak, the complete opposite of who he is. “I-I can t-take you on a our real first date like you wanted.” That’s when tears welled up in his eyes.

“I’m sorry that I was so busy to even plan it.” he then planted a chapped kiss to your cheek. “I’m sorry I was too busy for you, I’m sorry I snapp at you so many times for things you didn’t even do…” so many kisses littered your face as sorry’s were dropping from his mouth like bombs on the scary silence.

I’m sorry about the things I say to you.

I’m sorry you have to put up with me and my selfish antics.

I’m sorry that I didn’t give you the attention you deserve.

I’m sorry I ruined you.

I’m sorry you ever had met me.

I’m sorry I even doubted you.

Then that was it. He actually cried and he hadn’t done that in years. He cried for so many things at that moment but what got him the most was the fact it was over someone he loved. He didn’t know how to do that. he doubted you, not because you wouldn’t be able to handle him or that you wouldn’t be faithful, but that there might be a chance that you could’ve abused that love like his lovely parents did. Someone was suppose to love him and ended up beating him for ridiculous things while the other paid no attention as if the whole thing didn’t occur. He was afraid that you’d do the same. How silly that a notorious criminal would be afraid of a mere girl. Now that Edward thought about it, it explains as to why he never took you out on a real proper date. It made it all too real.

When he was able to calm himself down, he closed your eyes and laid beside you, burrowing himself within your being, arm draped around your waist. He pulled your arm over him like a cover to protect himself from terrible thoughts.

There he laid whispering things he wished he could have said to you when you were still around. Pretending that you were still around.

Death is a terrible thing. Especially to someone you love.

Especially when you were the one who caused it.

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Sorry II

Pairing: The Riddler x Reader

Word Count: 1,965

Summary: This is an alternate ending that was requested by someone on Wattpad.

Warnings: Near death

Original Ending

With all the anger inside him boiling up, cane still in his hands he turned around abruptly and swung his dominant arm with all the force he had and all the anger in that one swing, it came to a full stop against a head that had no business with that metal cane. The cane with red on it. Everything went unnoticed to Edward until a sudden thud broke the silence that he needed. The fogginess that filled his mind cleared up a bit slowly. Realizing that there was nothing in front of him his eyes slowly looked to the one direction that he hoped nothing would be there. They met. Cold, wide, bloodshot, blue eyes met red.

“Y/N…Y/N.” he said calmly. “Y/N wake up… Stop that. Wake up Y/N. That’s not funny.”

“…”

“I’m being serious Y/N.” he said as if calling out a child who hasn’t been following directions. “You’re getting on my nerves with this.”

“…”

“…”

Clank. The metal cane took rest on the floor that contained an empty vessel. He dropped to his knees looking down. What had he done? His hand went towards yours touching the warm flesh sliding up to your arms and finally resting your head on his lap. His hands rested on your cheeks with his thumbs rubbing the soft skin he loved. In that moment, he had realized that all that time that he had been with you, there was no notable memory to be fond over, especially from your end, he can believe. But if he ever did think back, it would always lead to you, your beauty, your faithfulness, the things you do for him, the fact that you put up with him at all. No matter how cliche it sounded, in this dark line of work, you were the light that keeps him as sane as he is.

As he leaned down to kiss your face, his left hand had slid down to your neck. His concern to give you all the affection that you weren’t awake to enjoy had subsided when he realized what was going on underneath his thumb. It was faint, yet it kept pulsing to where it was noticed.

A sure sign of life.

A sure sign that you would live on.

He could feel his heart beating as well as the adrenaline starting to kick in. Lifting you off the dirty cold floor, he headed out the door and straight to the nearest facility that would ensure that your life would be saved. How pathetic of him to immediately claim defeat, that you had died without a fighting chance. If the argument from earlier didn’t show how robust you are to argue with a dangerous criminal that has killed before, he didn’t know what else would show.

.~.~.~.~.~.

Through the doors he ran, where nurses and doctors walked right past as well as patients being scattered across Gotham General while he still held your being in his arms. Never did he thought that the reason for him to be in the emergency room would be for somebody else and not for his own devious purposes. Never did he thought that he would do anything for somebody that he cares for. In fact, never did he thought in all his life that he would actually care for someone other than himself. Bad experiences had he learned about love. His family being the root of all things.

“H-Help!” His voice…Oh God…It sounded so weak. He never heard his voice sound so weak and scared. The only time he’s ever heard it be that way was whenever he was with his father. But that was so long ago….

“Help! Please!” His pleas were answered as a group of medical professionals swarmed him, placing your body on stretcher and heading to the nearest room in hopes of saving your life. Rushing along with them, Edward explained as to what had occurred earlier in the evening as his eyes were focused on your unconscious self. He felt a hand press against his chest stopping him from his journey to recovery with you. His tall figure looked down at the small nurse in front of him as his eyebrows furrowed into a desperate look of confusion.

“Excuse me, I have to be with her.”

“I’m sorry sir, but I can’t allow you to go any further.”

“Maybe your feeble mind didn’t comprehend as to what I just said but I assure you that my presence is most definitely needed. Now unless you want me to put you in a death trap, I suggest you let me go.” With that, he pushed past the nurse as her face grew with shock. Too determine to be by your side, Edward didn’t realized that what he said would blow his low profile that he had since he broke out of Arkham.

The nurse shaking out of her shock, ran towards the front desk grabbing the phone out of one of the receptionist’s hand announcing overhead “Code Blue! We are in a Code Blue! I need all security at the east entrance! I repeat! I need all security at the east entrance!” He done it now. Looking around he saw that everyone was in a panic as the noise level had rose with the sound of rushing foot steps, the barks of orders from doctors and nurses, and questions from concerned patients. Edward then noticed men in uniforms come toward to where he had entered with the nurse now pointing to his directions. If only he had his muscle here. Query and Echo would have easily taken this baboons down.

In this entire madness, Edward made a run for it as security finally realized what was happening. Making erratic lefts and rights, Edward pushed through all the civilians that were in his way while pushing them and other objects into security to make his escape. Far ahead he turned into an empty hall where the patients were cleared from their rooms. With what little time he had until security can catch up, Edward tried one of the doors only to land himself inside one of the janitorial closets. Lucky him. Trying hard to steady his panting breath, he kept quiet as he heard them run toward his direction. Morons they all are.

“Spread out! We can’t lose him!” hearing them disperse, Edward waited to catch his breath and wipe the sweat that had produced over his brow. Physical activity was not his forte. None of this would be happening if he hadn’t been such a condescending brat…

Turning the handle slowly, Edward peeked out to see if anyone was left hanging around. With everything cleared, he made a quick yet quiet dash out. Making his way down to another hallway, he stopped in front of map looking for the nearest exit out of this circus. Freedom was right done the hall, and lord did he ran like hell right through it setting off the alarm.

.~.~.~.~.~.

It was all over the news that night like anything that would involve a rouge. Everything was in chaos, something the Joker would have liked. Everyone was warned to keep a look out for The Riddler and call GCPD if they knew or saw anything. What puzzled them was why The Riddler, who had killed several people before without care or hesitation, bothered to bring someone to Gotham General. It was a mystery all on its own, one that The Batman would like to figure out as he interviewed the nurse that started the whole fiasco. She was frightened at first, seeing the tall, dark figure loomed over her, only to be assured by Commissioner Gordon that all he wanted was answers and with the information she provided for him, Batman was one step closer to figuring out where The Riddler is.

.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.

Changing out of his usual green and purple attire, Edward decided to fit himself into old raggedy sweater and a pair of slacks as to not blow his cover once more. She must be worried, having been there without a clue as to what had gone on. In a dark coat, Edward made his way to Gotham General with some tools to bypass security. With him now being the most sought out rogue out of all the others, he made to sure to get all his information and think ahead of this current spell he was in, although, Gotham General isn’t the most difficult of places to enter.

It was late when he entered through the exit door that was nearest to your room, already knowing that you would either be in a coma or be asleep, he’d take the latter when seeing you. Entering the dark room, Edward went forward and turned on one of the lamps provided. They gave her a decent room. At least she isn’t sharing it with anyone. I’ll have to remember to ask them to put her somewhere better.

There you were. Eyes closed, paler than before. Probably from the blood loss. There goes his stomach, flipping and ready to upheave whatever food that he ate. Did I even eat today? He took a seat on your bed, feeling the regret wash over him even stronger than the nights previous whenever he sat and stared at the wall with nothing but his thoughts. He reached for your hand, as nervous as the first time that he reached for it. Against his palm did this time he felt warmth and with that he released the breath he was holding. He didn’t know why he expected you to be cold, maybe because he was expecting the worst in things like he usually does.

“You can come on out. I knew you would be there waiting for me.” Even with all the regret and crippling sadness, his soft yet confident voice did not waver. He refused to show Batman that side of him. Without looking back to him, Edward kept his focus on you, rubbing his thumb against your soft hand asking “What’s her diagnosis?”

In a small moment of silence, he finally responded to the question that Edward already knew the answer to. “She’s suffered a brain hemorrhage. Waited any longer and she would have died. Prognosis states that she might make a full recovery in months time.”

Even in the light of such news, it still didn’t lift any weight off off his mind nor his heart. In the end, it was all his fault and nothing would change that.

“Who is she Edward?”

He thought as his mind started to mold an answer. You were his. You were his treasure, his love, his equal. “She’s just a girl I know.” That was all he can say. He leaned forward and hesitantly pressed his chapped lips on your forehead. Standing up and looking down at your form, he took a step back to enter the dark with the creature who started this whole mess to begin with.

“Don’t you want to say a few things?” There was plenty to say. So much that it would take an eternity. But was the point? You wouldn’t be awake to witness his deep remorse and see the millions of apologies he would drool all over in order for you to know how much he deeply cared. No, that can wait until he can get his hands on pen and paper, or no, he can wait until he sees you again, him out of Arkham and you fully awake and conscious.  

“No. There’s nothing to say.”

As the light shone on you, Edward was left in the dark with The Bat ready to take him back to the hell hole that is Arkham.

And in all this dreadful darkness, you were the light that showed the way.

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What You Want

Pairing: Edward Nygma x Reader

Word Count: 3,032

Summary: As a fellow night stalker, what you wanted was out of the picture. Your purpose in this line of work is to serve and give what the customer wants and it seems that this quirky man is no exception.

Warning: Almost smut but not really….?

A/N: Just so you guys know, I really appreciate CheshyFreshy at Wattpad for being a beta reader and helping me edit this story so it can be as great as it is now and not come out as sloppy as I would usually leave a story.

He couldn’t help it - the strange urge that was bothering him, that was keeping him up tonight. The natural instinct that every man feels from time to time, some more than others, and him not at all. At least, not until now. He just couldn’t help it.

Edward lay there on his bed, under blankets that were warmer than usual. He needed the release. This was unusual. He never really had this problem before and he didn’t know what set it off. He’d been completely fine all day, at least, until he got home, then he went to bed and dreamt about her. The woman who stole his heart, his attention, and maybe his mind. It wasn’t uncommon of him to dream of Kristen. Some dreams were sad, others were pleasant, and sometimes they were just memories. But it was different tonight. Tonight they weren’t dreams but fantasies that he would not dare speak to anyone about. Fantasies that put him to shame for having such thoughts.

Edward was yearning for her, for a dead woman’s touch. Her light touch, her skin against his, the small pecks that littered his face and blessed his lips.

Then he stopped. He opened his eyes wide as he realized his hands had traveled slowly from his chest to his abdomen right above his area in which was aching for some sort of pleasure. “You should really get that fixed.” Edwards head whipped to the side, looking at a dark figure beside his bed. “I mean, ya know.” A high whistle left his lips as his hand motioned up and down as if he was holding onto something.

Baffled at this, Edward sat up straight and turned himself to face his counterpart. “No! No I’m not going to degrade myself into doing some lowly indecent way of "fixing” my problem.“ Even if he were by himself, he would never think of doing something of the sort. No one would know, but he would. He didn’t want to shame himself later on about the things he did at night, especially his other half.

"Right. And killing people is a hell of a lot better thing to do than jacking off. You know, I’m more apart from you than a part of you.” He said, leaning against the dresser as a sigh left his lips but then his eyes lit up and a smile grew on his face looking forward. He then turned to look at Edward with a smirk. “Oh I see…You want the real thing, not just you lying there feeling like some sort of lonely, pathetic, idiotic, loser.”

Edward only looked down as he felt heat spread out from his face to his ears and even to his neck. He wasn’t wrong.

“Of course I’m not wrong. I’m you. Well, I’ve got a great idea, even though all my ideas are great.” he said smugly, rubbing his hands together.

.~.~.~.~.~.~.

It was dark and it was freezing yet here you were wearing a short black skirt with fishnet stockings and black heels. As for your top, you wore a simple white tank top that exposed more than you would have liked but thankfully you had a fur tan coat to keep you somewhat warm.

Every night, on that corner, where you would get picked up by strangers and humiliate yourself even further, doing things you never thought you’d end up doing, in the heat of the late night hours where you faked your pleasures in exchange for the green that let you survive life, you question as to what decisions led you to lead this dark and dreadful hallucination of a life.

You kept walking around like you had for the past hour, staying away from the other girls who had already marked their territory. That’s when a mint green vehicle started cruising slowly down the street and disappeared into another. You didn’t think anything of it until it passed by again. Your eyebrows dug into your skin. Usually, the customers would pull up to any random street walker. It didn’t matter who they got as long as they got some tail. You stood there thinking as to how picky this particular joe is until it pulled up right in front of you.

Well, that’s my cue, you grumbled to yourself. You walk towards the car to its passenger side and lean down to meet your man for the evening. He looked like a nervous wreck, his face red as he stared straight ahead, knuckles turning white from holding onto the steering wheel too tight.

“Looking for a good time sweetheart?” you said with a smirk, making sure to show off your bust to him. He side glanced at you and nervously pushed up his glasses.

He cleared his throat and a small scared voice squeaked out of him, “Um, do you mind?”

“Not at all. As long as you got the dough to go, I’ll do anything for you sweetheart.” You opened the door to another night of loveless sex and entered his small car.

“Um, y-your seatbelt.”

“What?” you said looking at him.

“You’re not wearing your seatbelt. I prefer that you do, you know, just in case.”

“Oh, uh, alright.” you said with a bit of confusion and pulled on your seatbelt.

Throughout the ride it was completely silent except for the rumbling of the engine. This man, which you still didn’t know the name of, kept his eyes straight forward, either because he couldn’t look at his future mistake or, and you hope, that he was all about safety. “Soo… What’s your name?”

“Edward. And yours?”

“_” that was it. It went back to the silence until you pulled up to a building. At least we’re not doing it in his car, you thought, a little less sleazy. He got out without you noticing, Too busy in your own thoughts, that he went to the other side and opened your door.

Your heels clicked through the silent halls of the building until you reached a metal door. Edward leaned over to unlock it and enter his small domain. You took a seat on his bed, legs crossed trying to make yourself look a little more seducing. “Nice place.” you said in a sweet voice.

“T-thank you. Tea?” he said stiffly, strangely, have stood in his home not knowing what to do with himself, his lanky body fidgety until he rushed to the sink to fill up a kettle with water. You realized how different he is from most of the men you spent nights with before. He was clean-cut, he wasn’t sleazy looking nor did he act like it. Not a single rude or promiscuous remark left his pretty pink lips, and surprisingly he was good looking as well compared to all the middle aged, married men you’ve met up with before.

You got up and walked towards him, his back to you. Your hands laid on his waist which caused him to take in a breath and become still. “No, it’s fine, I don’t need tea…just you.” You whispered in his ear sliding your hand low until you reached the button of his pants.

Edward jumped at this. You snapped your hands back to yourself as he turned around and faced you with an awkward out of place smile on his face. Frustration grew on your face as you placed your hands on your hips. “Look, are we gonna do this or what? I don’t have all night for you to make up your mind if you want it or not. I got other people to satisfy.”

“No! I’m sorry, it’s just that… I’ve never done this before -”

“And you didn’t think a handie could satisfy your need?”

Told you. “Shut up!” Edward harshly whispered to himself.

“’Scuse me?” you asked with arms crossed.

“Nothing! I didn’t say anything! So that tea…” Edward said, quickly redirecting the topic. You sighed, knowing this wasn’t going to be a simple night.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” you said placing a hand to your temple as you walked to his sofa to sit on. Although you seemed irritated by him, (which is a bit harsh since he did say it’s his first time doing this) you were not. The whole week wasn’t going through ease. You were tired, being up so late, meeting strange men, everything down to your very soul.

At that moment you just wanted to rest for just a bit. He was making tea which would take a bit of time so it wouldn’t hurt to rest your eyes. A few minutes in, and you were startled at the fact that you were falling asleep. Your eyes went wide, compelling yourself not to fall asleep, but you found yourself cozied up under a blanket.

Instantly you rose from your spot looking around the apartment to find the lanky man sitting on his bed reading his book. “Oh, uh, you’re awake…”

“How long have I’ve been out?” you questioned all panicky.

“Um, about an hour I believe.” you groaned at this. You could’ve earned more money by staying out at the streets then being here with this guy. Unless…

“Did you do anything while-” When Edward realized where you were going with that sentence he immediately cut you off.

“No no no no! Never! When I saw you, I just thought you needed some sleep, so I got you one of my sheets…”

“Oh, well thanks…”

“If you like, I can just drive you home and pay you for your time-”

That’s when you stopped him from going on. He was a nice guy, if it were anyone else giving you this opportunity of freedom you would’ve taken it but he was honest and decent. Might as well give him his moneys worth. “No that’s okay. You paid for a good night and that’s what I’m gonna give you.”

You stood up and walked towards him. You took the book out of his hands and placed it on the tiny table next to his bed. Your hand went to the back of his head and curled your fingers in his hair. For some reason, there was a small smile on your lips while he looked up at you in wonderment. You placed a small kiss on his lips testing to see if he would enjoy it. Edward continued to stare at you but his eyes fluttered close as his hands placed themselves on your hips. You climbed on top of him, his legs between your knees.

Edward enjoyed the kiss until he opened his eyes at the sound of an all too familiar voice. “She’s enjoying this. Maybe if I, you know, took over, we’d probably be the best she’s ever had. Might even come back to us instead of the other way around….”

Edward pulled away from you whispering a no causing you to open your eyes and look at him with confusion. “What? If you want me to leave I can.”

“What?” He whipped his head to look at you with wide eyes. “Uh, no, I mean, I don’t want you to leave, it would be nice if you’d stay, I mean, if you like.” he said in a sputtering mess. You couldn’t help once more at smiling at him. A complete nervous wreck. All the men you’ve been with try to put up a macho man act but this one was acting exactly how he’s feeling. It was different but you enjoy it, that he wasn’t trying to impress you or make his ego bigger than what it is.

“Alright.” you responded, a hand now to his cheek as you gave him another kiss. Edward melted back into the kiss. For what felt like forever, you two kissed each other as if you were high schoolers at makeout point. You pulled away asking “how do you want it?” remembering this is a job.

“How? I don’t think-”

“The sex. How do you want it?”

Edward was at a loss of words. How did he want it? A question he had no answer to. Why not tease her? Tie her up. Torture her a bit? No. That’s not how things will go. You will not be apart of this night. At. All. “ How would you want it?”

This surprised you. Someone asked what you wanted. Nobody really cared what your wants and needs were. Nobody wanted to listen. This wasn’t about the sex either. The fact that someone even asked someone who was as low in the chain as you, maybe lower than dirt, and they actually wanted your opinion on something. That was a change and it felt nice. You placed kisses from his cheek to his ear And whispered “I would want it nice….” you did the same thing to the other side of his face and finished your sentence at his other ear “and slow.”

Chills went through Edward at how sensual your whispers were. His eyes fluttered closed as your divine lips took a journey from the corners of his lips to his neck where you felt the fast pulse go in time and then right back to his face where your lips hovered over his, giving light sensations and little breaths to tease him further.

_________

“You’re a very gentle lover.”

“Is that good?”

“Honey, that’s what every woman wants. That tenderness. Where you take your time and not rush into things, No filthy words, where you’re putting emotion into it instead of just it all being one sided. Where you feel like it’s actual love being made instead of just sex. Where you don’t feel like an object…” you sighed. It was tiresome. That’s all you ever wanted. At first you had no idea that you blurred the lines between love and lust. Any attention to you from a man you had mistaken it of them wanting to be with you when really they wanted to be in you. At first you thought that every man was like this, and maybe that is the case, but down the line after each short relationship, it was you. You always found yourself falling for the wrong kind of men. Each one used you or abused you in some sort of way. In the end, it was you who ruined your own life and no one else. You can try to place blame on a plate to whoever you want but the truth is always clear that it’s you who placed yourself on the worst of situations.

“I-I’m really sorry…..” Edward had no clue what to say to you. He figured that you would feel unsatisfied with your occupation but he didn’t realize how much of a heart you had that was broken. When you told him how you felt, he heard the damaged person you are and how much of your life you wish didn’t want to live. Now here he is, lying next to a woman that he made feel worse and he felt guilty. He deserved it. That was the entire plan. Just to find someone to help with his urge.

“I need to get going. I’ve been here a lot longer than I needed to be.” You snapped him out of his thoughts as he watched you sit up in his bed, back to him, putting your top back on preparing to leave for another stranger. “Just pay me for the hour you wanted, you don’t have to pay extra.”

“N-No, I-I, let me pay for the hours you stayed. I wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t.”

You turned to look at him with a straight face and then went back to getting dressed. “If you insist…” Standing up you turned to him with your hand out. A bit startled, Edward sat up making sure that the bottom half of his body is covered up and reached for his pants that laid on the ground. The transaction conducted made him feel even more guilty than before. He looked at you, a tired, drained look upon your face. It’s reasonable for that look.

Once the money was in your hands, you turned ready to head out of the door, more than likely to never see him again. Suddenly something inside Edward made him blurt out the words he didn’t he would actually say again. “C-can I see you again?”

A frown on your face, you turned and looked at him. “I don’t make appointments, you’ll just have to meet me at that corner if you want more.”

“No! I mean, not in that way. In the daytime, like, for lunch.” You stood surprised at this request. Someone wanted to see you to probably get to know you.

“As in, like a date?”

“Well, I suppose, and can make you dinner instead, if you don’t want lunch.” He said. His face was red beyond belief. You walked up to him, cost in your arms, a bit apprehensive at your response, but you knew that nothing could go wrong.

“I can go for lunch…and maybe dinner next time round.” he looked up at you first with shock, but then a bright smile came by. “If you want, maybe you can stay for the night….I mean, it’s Gotham, a bit dangerous at this time of night…”

“Although I wouldn’t mind that at all, I can’t. I gotta get back to my post or else I’m deep fried.” you giggled.

“Let me drive you back then.”

.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.

Edward pulled up at the opposite side of where the other night stalkers were. There you two sat in a small bit of silence until you spoke up. “Um, so that lunch date, where at?”

“There’s this little restaurant right down the road from here. This italian place. We can meet there if you like.”

A smile appeared on your face. It was like high school girl being asked out for her very first date. You were actually happy. Another change that you can get use to. “Yeah…I can do that.” you looked at Edward, him having a smile as well. Undoing your seat belt, you got out of Edward’s car and leaned into the window saying “Thank you.”

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Belgian Waffles and Fried Oreos

Pairing: Edward Nygma x Reader

Word Count: 2,901

Summary: Hoping to have a new start in Gotham to begin your independent life, you have a run in with an intelligent man.

Warnings: None

A/N: A birthday request made by someone on Wattpad. It took awhile and sorry for the minimal Edward here.

My cheeks stung as the cool air blew past me. Already feeling the differences between Gotham and Altavista, the giddiness started to brew inside me, excited for the new life that was ahead of me. Life couldn’t get more exciting as my boots crunched against the snow and my thoughts wandered off to pleasant ideas. Of course I knew that Gotham was…not the best of places to live in when looking at its crime rate but I couldn’t help but feel happy that I was in a new location, having a new life, and now being able to have new experiences.

As my feet crunched against the snow, I stopped to raise my hand, waiting for any cabs to pull over and take me to my destination. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait too long as one of the first taxis that came down the road stopped in front of me to be their next customer.

“Where too?”

“Gotham Royal Hotel, please.” And the trip to the hotel was set. The drive there was remotely quiet except for the soft music that played in the background with the occasional horn honking in the slow traffic that the cab was stuck in. My eyes wandered to the worn down, dangerous looking streets, that Gotham is most certainly known for, which was why my family worried at the idea of me moving to this city, but when a billionaire boy wonder insist on having an interview with you for the opportunity to work with him, well, I don’t think most people would turn that down.

As my sightseeing came to end, having a large building be in front of me as well as to hear the cabbie tell me the fare, I exited the taxi and entered the hotel with my luggage right behind me. If all goes well, I’ll just be sleeping in Wayne Manor, personally helping around the home of this young man. Checking into my room, my wandering eyes continued to explore the new setting I was in as I took the elevator up. Upon entering my small dark and grey room that matched the aesthetic of the entire city, I couldn’t help but drop my weight onto the mattress, releasing a sigh as I stared up at the ceiling with thoughts being processed through my head. Bringing myself back to reality feeling as though that enough time has passed, I brought my wrist up to my face to view the time.

With wide eyes, I instantly rose up to a sitting position as time dawned on me. Swiftly rising to my feet, I grabbed my purse and dashed straight toward the door and through the main entrance of the hotel. My interview with Bruce Wayne was nearing and missing it would be the last thing on my mind. I needed this. This job was going to be my fresh start to begin a new independent life for myself. I never even realized how late my flight arrived to Gotham and now, here I am, making a mad dash to his extravagant home, hoping to arrive on time. Running right through the doors I make a sudden stop at the edge of the sidewalk, waving my arm in hopes to grab the attention of any taxi driving by once more. To my misfortune, the few that glided down the street, not bothering to stop for my convenience.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, I decided to run down to my destination instead of waiting around noticing that traffic has become heavy. If I try to get a taxi, I won’t be able to make it in time in this rush hour. I stopped for nothing, apologizing to any person I ran into and continued on with my mission and because of my one-tracked mind, I suddenly heard a loud honk coming towards my way and my body hitting hard against the pavement as my head took in most of the heavy impact. With a weight on top of me, my vision suddenly gotten blurry and then heavy eyelids obscured my vision as I was knocked out from consciousness.

.~.~.~.~.

My head hurt. It felt heavy with a pounding to put in extra pain to what I already have. The light made my eyes sting and a crick in my neck only made me feel even worse but besides that, a sudden drop to my stomach came to me as I noticed where I was. My breath was caught in my throat and I couldn’t help but slowly rise up from a bed and observe the area, knowing there was fear in my eyes. My fight or flight instinct suddenly reached an all time high as I heard a bustling coming from the other side of the door. Looking around the edge of the bed and around, I tried to see if my purse was anywhere near by and if any of my belongings were discarded around. But as I kept looking, the sound of the door opening took me by surprise as my eyes widened to see a tall, sharp dressed man enter with a tray. Cowering away slowly as he continued to walk forward, I finally heard his baritone voice break the silence. “Oh good! You’re awake. I was afraid that you would still be knocked out for another day.”

With a shaky small voice, I gained the courage to talk to my likely kidnapper. “W-Where am I?” As he placed the tray on the bedside table, his dark eyes looked at me in curiosity and straighten up his stature to view even more intimidating than he was when he was standing by the door.

“Hmm? Oh! My home. Unfortunately, while I pushed out of the way of a moving vehicle, you hit your head pretty hard on the pavement and decided that it was my responsibility to make sure you get back into good health.” Thinking back, I did recall small bits from whatever had happened but thinking only caused me more pain than I wanted. “You do know who you are, correct? Where you are and where you’re from?”

“Uh, Y-yes, yes I do,” I held my head with my head to ease the pain as I finally looked up at him to answer his questions. “My name’s Y/N L/N, I’m in Gotham but I’m from Altavista…” With wide eyes, I looked at him as a sudden realization came to me. “Did you say I was here since yesterday?”

“Uhm, yes. You hit your head pretty hard, like I-”

“Oh no!”

“Oh no?” He repeated in a questioning tone with eyebrows furrowed.

“Do you have a phone?!” I asked in a panicked strained tone.

“Um, yes. In the kitchen…Why?”

“I was suppose to attend an interview yesterday and now I’ve completely missed it!” I said in distressed tone. My entire life depended on this interview, on this job, and now everything seemed as if they were slipping between my fingers. I rose myself off of his mattress and followed him out of the door into a small yet cozy kitchen. “Thank you.” I said to me as he pointed to where his phone was placed in the area.

Nervously twirling my finger through the curly cord, I awaited to hear the ringing to cease and hear the voice of either him or his proper butler to spill from the receiver. As the ringing finally came to end, my breath was held until the sound of British man answered the phone. “You’ve reached Wayne Manor, this is Alfred Pennyworth speaking.”

As my mind blanked for a minute, I instantly made sure to answer back before an awkward silence fell upon the line. “H-hello! This is Y/N, the woman that was suppose to attend her interview. I was hoping that I could speak to Mr. Wayne about my whereabouts yesterday?”

“Right. I’ll put you through.”

Waiting nervously once more, I couldn’t help but have negative thoughts of him giving up on me for not being punctual yesterday. Biting my lip until it started to become a bit painful, my breath hitched once more when I heard the young man on the other line speak. “This is Bruce Wayne.”

“Mr. Wayne! I’m so very sorry for missing the interview yesterday. I was on my way and apparently I was almost hit by car and knocked my head when they pushed me out of the way.” I hope it didn’t sound as if I was lying. Sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction, and that usually leads to surprising results.

“Are you alright? You’re not terribly injured are you?” The concern in his voice sounded genuine and eased my mind, showing that (hopefully) my future boss was not a spoiled brat as I was afraid he was.

“I’m fine. Just a hit to my head that put me unconcious for the rest of the day. It would have been much worse if I actually got hit by that car.” As I said that, I looked towards the direction of the lean man who was busying himself with cleaning the dishes used to make my breakfast. I smiled a bit as I took in his physical traits. He was awfully attractive, I will admit.

“I’m glad to hear. If you like, we can reschedule your interview once you’re fully recovered. I prefer to speak to you in your best health. Just call and give Alfred a good date to have the interview.” I was amazed at how kind and mature he sounded over the phone, smiling even more as I still had the opportunity to more than likely earn this job here in Gotham.

“Thank you Mr. Wayne! I absolutely appreciate your understanding and second chance at this.”

“Of course, I just want you to recover after being in Gotham for the first time. Not a very spectacular way to spend as a newcomer unfortunately.” He chuckled out to alleviate the topic of my near death experience.

“No, but I won’t take this incident to heart,” I chuckled back. “Thank you again Mr. Wayne. I really appreciate this!” Ending the call, I turn to see the man with the tray in his hands once more, looking a bit nervous but professional at the same time.

“I brought your breakfast here, unless you want to eat in bed, then I’ll gladly take it back.”

“No, it’s alright! I think me being out of bed will help with this little creaks in my body.” I said as I placed my hand on my shoulder to show the soreness that I felt. Taking a seat at the small dining table, the scent of vanilla and waffles made a smile stretch across my face.

“I hope you’re a fan of tea. I didn’t know whether to make that or coffee but went with the more healthier choice.” He said with a smile as he took a seat in front of me. Sipping cautiously at the still hot contents of the tea cup, I was delighted at the taste that came across my tongue.

“It taste wonderful. Thank you.” Digging in at my breakfast once I felt the rumble in my stomach, I was surprised that what I thought to average belgian waffles are elevated to a magnificent taste. With wide eyes and a hand to my mouth to prevent any food from jumping out of it, I couldn’t help but give him my thoughts on it. “These waffles are amazing! How did you manage to make them taste fantastic!”

“A little secret of mine,” He smiled even more, “Maybe one day I’ll tell you what I do to add some pizazz to them.”

“I’m guessing that’s your way of saying that we should get to know each other if I ever want to know your secrets.” I said to him with a cheeky grin.

“That’s only if you’d like too.”

“Well I’m free today, that is if you don’t have anything planned.”

Finishing his sip of tea with an arched brow and a smirk, he placed his cup down and responded: “Nothing too important that requires my immediate attention but I’ll make a call to the office and inform them that I’ve inconveniently fallen ill.”

.~.~.~.~.~.

As a stranger to Gotham, Edward, as I soon found out, decided that it would be good idea to take a tour of his hometown, showing the less grittier and more lavishing side of Gotham. Finding out that he worked for the mayor, it was only understandable that he wanted to show off that part of town. I was amazed that I’ve fallen acquaintance with someone so formal and important and, to be fairly honest, he was quite attractive. I couldn’t help but steal glances at his looming figure, with his suave hair, his beautifully structured face, and lips I wouldn’t mind having against mine. As I noticed how I’ve been stirring in this attraction, I’ve started subtly flirting with him as well. I would berate myself on doing such a thing but even my inner conscious was egging me on, to take the opportunity to bring myself closer with this kind stranger.

It wasn’t only his physical features that attracted me to him, but how he was as a person and what went on in his mind. For one, he was very intelligent and that was something that liked him all the more. He explained how he use to work for the police in forensics and now he worked with the mayor who was one of his friends. The fact that he accomplished this much at his age was something to admire. Especially when I was still struggling to even make it in this world. Walks around town were spent with him giving off clever riddles that I couldn’t help but find charming and brought more fun to our outing. His entire energy was something that I was swooning over and I only hoped that he didn’t find me as boring as I thought I was, as all I ever do is stay home and read ridiculous romance novels that are far fetched to actually take place.

“I hope you enjoy sweets. I know this wonderful place that serves these fantastic fried oreos.” He said as he looked down at me with a smile as we continued to walk down the now brightening streets of Gotham.

“Sweets are bit of weakness of mine, so please, lead the way.”

.~.~.~.~.~.~.

Sitting on a park bench, Edward and I enjoyed our time by eating and talking to each other about topics that put each of us in a tangent. It had been a long while since I’ve spoken in depth with another person and it brought me a satisfying feeling.

Noticing the bit of white powder that was left on the corner of his lip while he continued to passionately talk on about everything and anything he knew, I could only giggle at both the mess on him and how one tracked his mind was as words flew out a mile a minute. When he noticed that my attention was not on what he was saying, he stopped and turned his eyes to me, as he asked, “What’s so funny?”

Smiling, I eased his mind that might have thought he had done something embarrassing and smiled. “Nothing. It’s just that,” Raising my to his face, I swiped my thumb across the corner of his lip. He looked at me with raised eyebrows and wider eyes as his adam’s apple bobbed at my action. “You’ve got some powder left on you.”  Once I finished my small innocent flirtatious action, I went ahead and took another fried oreo to eat.

“Well, it seems as though you have a bit of a mess yourself.” As quick as he said that, I felt the heat rise up to my cheeks as I felt his, what I now knew, soft lips press against the very edge of my lips. Snapping my head to look at him with my wide eyes, he too, had a red tint to his face.

With the small bit of silence left in between us, I decided to break the increasing tension by saying, “I…might be staying in town for a few days. If I get the job, I’ll being moving in…” He then slightly turned to me with a curious glint in his eye. “I wouldn’t mind having a new “friend” to have around.” Nervously looking back at him, I was surprised to see a smile on his face.

“Well even if you don’t get the job, I’m sure that the mayor could use some extra help in city hall.” He then offered more fried oreos and with a gleaming smile, I accepted it while responding, “I would greatly appreciate that as well as your help and care that you provided for me.”

“Well I couldn’t possibly leave a pretty girl on the streets while having some medical knowledge to treat her.” From there, we could only smile at each other. I only gleamed even more as I felt him scoot a bit closer as well as feeling his hand lightly touch mine. I knew from there that Gotham is going to give me the start that would go beyond my expectations and I was glad that I already have someone along to join me along for this.

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Bury It All

Pairing: Edward Nygma x Reader

Word Count: 1,490

Summary: You didn’t realize what your limits were to help a friend and it seems like there are no limits

Warnings: None

A/N: Sorry if it’s not too romantic but this was where my mind wandered off to

Pile after pile, the moist dirt weighed itself heavy on top of itself, waiting to hide the dirty secret only you and your friend Edward knew. Never in your life did you think that he had it in him to kill a person, even if it was accidental. That could have easily spared him from burying her and keep this darkness buried away. The police. The place he worked at. All of this would have sorted itself out if it was indeed accidental. It was too late now to turn back as you felt the soreness of your shoulder blades start to develop with the continuous back and forth motion. Now you were involved. How did you get involved? That question of “If you could help your friend get away with murder, would you?” was completely ridiculous. Obviously, the answer would be yes but you wouldn’t actually do it. You didn’t think the day would come, nor did you think that you would actually go through with it. But here you were, standing next to a murderer, helping him bury his victim all because he was someone you called your friend. You were going to have to live with this for the rest of your life and you couldn’t get resolution by talking aloud with someone about this.

You turned your focus on Edward, sweat forming on his forehead in his ridiculous attire. He looked like a graveyard keeper, but now that you thought about it, you would laugh at how fitting that is if you weren’t stressing over the fact as to why. Reaching the end of the task with a huff of breath, you stuck the shovel into the ground and leaned against it, staring at the ground with several thoughts ricocheting within your mind while Edward gave his final words. Although you never met Kristen Kringle, you knew that Edward was deeply infatuated with her and you couldn’t imagine how devastated he felt, especially when he was the one who did it. You can remember the phone call he made to you while you working at the pharmacy.

Making sure each prescription had the correct medication as well as the amount it needed, you were too focus on the task at hand to pick up your phone at that moment, not wanting to make a mistake a cost the life of an innocent person. Scary as it sounds, it happens far too often then it should, which is why all your attention was focused on the pills in front of you.

When your break hour finally came for you to unwind, you went straight to your phone to see who it was that you ignored. One missed call and one voice message from Edward Nygma. You met him back at a library where he complimented you on your book choice on pharmaceuticals and crime since you noticed a lot of that here in Gotham. You two from there on talked and it seemed like he didn’t talk to a lot of people from how much information he spilled to you. You found out he was also in the science/medical field but on a field that you could never find yourself being in. In an instant you knew you would’ve been throwing up all over the place once you saw a corpse. The only time you got near one was on television. From there on you two became good friends for a long while.

“Y-Y/N?! Look I found myself in a situation a-and I really need your help! Come by my apartment and don’t bring anyone else! I only need you!” And that’s where it ended. You were worried, no, you were scared.

You called instantly only for him to have his turn at not picking up the phone. “Hey Ed! I just got your message and I’m on my way right now!” You hung up and went to the back of the pharmacy to pick up your things and then head out.

What was going on? What could he have possibly gotten himself into? Maybe he was an avid gambler and needed help with some loan sharks…Maybe he decided to join a cult and wanted to back out. You were coming up with so many scenarios that you didn’t know what to think. “Hey! Tell Jeremy that I had a family emergency and I’ll call him when I can!” You said to Doris as you left in a rush with all of your belongings, leaving behind your lab coat.

.~.~.~.~.~.~.

You knocked on Edward’s door with trembling hands only to have the door instantly be open after the first two knocks. Edward took a peek at each end of the halls with paranoid crazy eyes as he asked “You’re alone, correct?”

With a puzzled, scared look on your face, you finally realized that he asked you question as you were to busy looking at the sweat on his forehead, the dark bags under his eyes, the somewhat disheveled hair, his rolled up sleeves, and everything else that made him look all out of place.

“U-uh, yeah. Just like you said.” He opened the door wider for you to come and you scurried yourself inside not being able to hear what was happening.

When he closed the door, in a heartbeat you asked him what was going on. “If I tell you, can you promise me not to scream or run out and call the authorities.” You were absolutely frightened. Why would he say something like that? Everything was fine up until yesterday. He was happy with his life, you were happy with yours and this only left you wondering what could have possibly gone wrong.

From that moment everything was finally revealed. Your heart was racing and you knew his was too. He explained everything (as far as you know) from beginning to end. You didn’t scream. You didn’t run like he was worried you would do but since you did none of that, he was worried that you would have fainted in that moment. You only stood there in complete shock as you knew he would not make any of this up. Why would he lie about killing his girlfriend? That’s when he asked the million dollar question. “Will you help me bury her?” In other words, will you help him get away?

At first you thought you were crazy at wanting to say yes instantly but then you realized why. This was your friend. He was scared and confused and he didn’t want to get in trouble. In a way, you looked at as if he were a young boy who didn’t know what to do and just wanted some help and that’s what you would you do. You told him to stay at his apartment while you ran out to buy some things that you might need and went for the door. You were stopped by an iron grip of white knuckles that held your upper arm. “How do I know that you’re not lying to me?” His eyes were wide with fear and paranoia. You faced went completely serious as you went to grip his shoulders staring straight into his dark eyes. “You know if I am.” And then you turned and left.

With eyes closed, you continued to lean against the shovel as Edward went to finish his last words to her, holding up a cup as a sign of respect. All of this in the span of one day and how you wished you can get back home and wash away all the sin and pretend that this never happened with a glass of a wine and news report to make you think that more terrible things are happening by more terrible people than yourselves.

You opened your eyes once his words ended, eager to leave the grave. The anxiety levels rise to exponential heights when you heard a foreign voice say “Is that a riddle?” Your head whipped to the source to see a hunter behind Edward. This was a bad idea. This was a bad idea from the start. Why did you agree to do this? Why did you think it was a good idea to help him? You leapt to stand in front of the open grave making sure this hunter wouldn’t suspect anything. From there, Edward tried to distract him with food all the while you tried to restrict his vision from the trunk but failed to do this one task. Your mouth opened to give him some sort of believable lie only to flinch at the sound of the shovel making contact with his head and the thud from his body falling right in front of you.

From there, you knew exactly what was to come next and you knew this was something that was going to be stuck with you for the rest of your life. There was no pretending and there was no forgetting.

[ficstogo]

It Takes Two to Tango

Pairing: The Riddler x Reader

Word Count: 1,753

Summary: Unprepared with what nine months would bring, you knew for sure that he didn’t want anything to do with it.

Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy, mentions of abortion

A/N: A request for @takedasangel Hope it’s good and to your standards.

There you sat on the toilet, looking at the urine infested stick holding the answer to the burning question that was in your mind for weeks now. How could this box say that you were going to bring a “miracle” into this world with that disturbing pink line hurting your eyes. You don’t even like children! You never planned this, you never saw this in your future, especially not now and damn it, the guy who banged you, how the hell is ever going to be a father. You weren’t even suppose to be with the guy in the first place. Who in their right mind would? You obviously. You like him and you think he likes you and you can’t help yourself but get involved with him. Honestly, if anyone were to find out, they would most certainly send you to Arkham along with him.

Well, obviously you cant keep this from him and you’re not honestly afraid of telling him. You actually have the whole situation figured out in your mind as you sit there alone in your bathroom. You tell him, he tells you he can’t. He’ll tell you-you’re own and give you valid reasons as to why it can’t work out between the two of you. Besides the baby. Even if he wasn’t The Riddler, he would still be a narcissistic smart ass who’d be too busy on himself. Sometimes you wonder what it is that attracted yourself to him.

You drop the stick and place your head in your hands trying to steady your uneasy breathing. How could this possibly happen? You two have done it several times. For a man who’s always to focus on his puzzles and catching Batman, he seems to have a very active libido. Then again, maybe because of that, he barely gets the relief he needs. You stood up and stand in front of the dirty, water stained mirror, taking in your tired face. Just wait. Nine months and you’ll be popping out a mini you. You chuckled at this. Maybe if you tell him this, he might want to be a dad…maybe. You wash your hands and face with some cold water to make yourself more awake.

In your room, you opened your drawer and pulled out a cheap, small, black cell phone and went into the contacts to only see one number. He got it for you to keep in contact with him without anyone knowing that you’re connected to him. You sat on your bed and thought while staring at his number. Maybe you could abort it. You don’t have to tell him nothing and just get rid of it and pretend that nothing happened and go on with life as normal. But could you do it? Could you do it without telling him? Could you even try to get rid of it? You don’t know. You don’t know anything anymore.

The ringing wakes you up from your dream state, hoping that it goes straight to voicemail, giving you some reason to not tell him at all. It’s funny how you dread hearing his voice in this moment.

“Hello?”

“…Hey…”

“Are you alright? Usually, I’m the one who calls you.”

“I’m fine, I just…there’s something I gotta tell you.”

“Do you think it can wait? I’m onto something at the moment and I don’t want to lose my train of thought.”

“I can but I don’t want to.”

“Well, Y/N, I think it’s best if you-”

“I’m pregnant and it’s yours.”

“….”

“I already took all of the pregnancy tests from three different brands and they all came out positive.”

“I, uh, don’t-”

“Hey, I get it, you don’t want it. I just thought I’d let you know. I’ll see you on the news.” Then you hung up. There, it’s done and over with. You lay on your bed staring up at the ceiling with nothing going through you. You were overwhelmed but you refused to feel it, pretending that everything was going to be okay and that you would be fine. But the emotions that you refused to feel had drained to the point where you felt drowsy and fell asleep.

.~.~.~.~.~.~.

It was in the late hours of the night when Edward stood in front of your apartment door, contemplating on whether or not he should knock and wake you up or use the key and enter with you in peace. He took the latter in this conundrum and entered your dark apartment slowly and quietly. After you called, it was hard for him to concentrate at all with any of his plans. At first, he thought that that was one problem out of the way. One, he wouldn’t care about some problematic fetus and two, you agreed to never bother him about this problem ever again. It was so easy! He would be on his own once more without any distractions. All his wants and urges would be out of his system and everything would go back to the way things were and yet, after all that, it kept coming into his mind like a parasitic insect of the complete opposite of what he wanted to think and because of that, it lead to the reason as to why he was in your apartment at this moment.

He entered the bedroom as to where the magic has happened for the longest period of time. Now that he thought about it, you were the longest relationship he ever had, even though it was never established between the both of you. The whole thing was a fling from the beginning and yet the both of you texted each other until the latest hours of the night, he’d come visit to unwind, you would take care of him when it wasn’t necessary and so on and so forth. It became more and he didn’t even notice. He’d hate to admit it but he prefers this type of lifestyle than the one where he was on his own and maybe he’d like to engage more with you.

Edward looked over at your still figure noticing that you didn’t have your sheets covering you up like you usually do and because of that, it lead his eyes over your stomach. Obviously, there was nothing there since you weren’t that far along but he couldn’t help but think that there might be a bump of a developing organism growing inside you. He walked over to your position and took a seat on your bed. Should he wake you up and tell you what’s been going through his mind after that call? Or should he take the more appropriate route and leave and either come back again or call in the morning. Well, he was here now, might as well get this over with.

He leaned down near your ear as he placed his hand on your shoulder and shook you gently while whispering your name to stir you awake. You woke to him hovering above with an obvious shocked look on your face as you didn’t expect him to be here at this hour or ever, actually. You sat up from your position and looked at his disheveled self, curious about his visit this late evening. “W-What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk.”

“What about? You could’ve called me in the morning, you know?” You said defensively. You didn’t want to talk. Everything was done and everything was talked about, what else could there possibly be?

“You know what Y/N. The child that’s growing inside you as we speak. There’s a lot of unfinished business that needs to be addressed.” He said in confidence as his voice usually is.

“Look, I already told you, you don’t to worry about a thing if this kid pops out of me, alright! I got it all handled” You said, already tired of the subject. You just wanted for him to leave and for you to go back to bed so you didn’t have to think about this whole thing anymore.

“If? Are you suggesting that you might get rid of it?” He was baffled at the idea. Although it was accidental and unexpected, he would’ve been sure that that thought would not have been one to have been implanted into your mind.

“It’s an option.” you countered. Who was he to judge you about something that is now common among society. It’s nothing as horrific as him kidnapping and killing people for his own selfish purposes. You never said anything about it to him nor did you judge him out loud about his “work”. It would only be fair if he did the same. “I don’t have time for it, you obviously won’t have time for it or want it either way. It’s better if just went away.”

“What makes you think I don’t want it?”

“What makes me think you do?”

That’s when the silenced kicked in between the both of you. You finally found a question that the great Riddler didn’t have an answer to. This only confirmed the ideas that you had when you found out earlier in the day.

“Y/N…This is a very difficult situation that we seemed to be placed in and obviously, we are both confused on what we want and what we want to do, but I do believe that we have to work this out together. We both got ourselves in this state and as the saying goes ‘It takes two to tango.’” He was right. You were being unfair about making his decision without actually letting him give in his input. “The idea of being a father is quite frightening, especially with my background, but it’s not something that I would immediately rule against.” Your ears perked up at what he had just said. You looked from your lap to his tired, aged face that held sincerity in his eyes. “Anyway, I am getting older and I might as well have someone take up my mantle when I’m no longer available.” You surprised him with an over emotional hug, knowing that this was his way of saying that he was going to stay with you and your child no matter what. He wrapped his arms around you, rubbing his hand up and down your back, doing his best to soothe you. Pulling away from him, your hands went to his face as you pulled him down for a peck on his lips and whispered to him “Stay the night.” to which he gladly complied.

[thejokersenigma]

Christmas Fan Fiction Advent Calendar 2017 - Day 7 - Ed Nygma x Reader - Opposites Attract Part 6

Sorry this is so late! My wifi went down yesterday and I’ve had such a busy day that I’ve only just had the time to post it!

Sorry it’s not the best - I think they’re a bit out of character - I may have slightly rushed this one as my day yesterday was very busy as well and I slightly ran out of time!

Hope you enjoy it anyway!

MASTERLIST

“[Y/N]?!” She jumped when someone called her name across the relatively empty café as she cleaned one of the tables near the front wall of windows. “[Y/N] [L/N]?!” She looked over at whoever it was yelling.

Kristen Kringle. An old friend I hadn’t seen since high school. She almost couldn’t believe it.

“Kristen?” [Y/N] asked in disbelief. They may have attended the same high school all the years ago, but that school had been hundreds of miles away in a completely state altogether – what was the chances that the two of them would find ourselves in the exact same state, city and café.

Kristen grinned wildly over at her as [Y/N] straightened up from her work, still probably a picture of shock. She left her cleaning supplies at the table and walked quickly up to Kristen, both of them embracing each other in a tight hug.

“Wow, it’s really good to see you [Y/N]! What are the chances?!” Kristen exclaimed.

“Yeah… I know - it’s so weird.” [Y/N] said, awkwardly.

There was a moment of silence between them as Kristen politely smiled at [Y/N] with her usual golden girl look and [Y/N] glanced around the café, conscious that she was technically supposed to be available for any customer that needed her – though at the moment there were only 3 other small groups of people, all happily served and sat chatting away with their mugs and cake.

“So, what are you up to then?” Asked Kristen, “You work here?” She asked, clearly intrigued and [Y/N] was glad when she didn’t hear any sort of derision in Kristen’s voice.

“Well – yeah – I – uh – I own this place.” [Y/N] told her, slightly embarrassed and unable to meet Kristen’s eye, feeling her cheeks warm.

“Oh my! Really?!” Kristen asked, looking around the place now, properly drinking it all in. “That’s amazing! And really impressive!” She cheered. “I’d heard about this place from around the precinct – all good things –“ She emphasised, “But I never thought I’d find you here!”

Something in [Y/N] had frozen at the mention of the Police Department down the road. “You – uh – work at the Police Department?” She asked, anxiously, looking Kristen up and down. No uniform. Kristen had never struck her as the ‘cop’ type anyway.

“Erhm hmm.” Kristen agreed. “I’m the Records Keeper over there.” She told [Y/N] distractedly, not noticing any of the sudden concern that had leaked into [Y/N]’s voice, her mind clearly elsewhere. “Do you still make those cookies you use to?” Kristen asked randomly.

[Y/N] frowned, confused, then realised what Kristen was talking about. “The white chocolate and blueberry ones?”  Kristen nodded, “Oh yeah, ‘course I do.” [Y/N] grinned back as though nothing was wrong, and her mind wasn’t panicking about a tall lanky man working alongside her old friend.

“Oooo.” Kristen grinned in joy, her eyes shooting over to the counter on the far side of the room, searching for them.

[Y/N] couldn’t help but smirk – Kristen had always had a sweet tooth. “Come on.” [Y/N] said, “I’ll give you one on the house.” she teased, Kristen grinning back gleefully and they made our way over to the display cabinet.

10 minutes later they were both sat at a table – close to the counter should [Y/N] need to jump up and serve a customer – sipping on hot chocolate and Kristen polishing off a large cookie.

“So, what are your plans for Christmas?” Kristen asked.

[Y/N] shrugged, she hadn’t really come up with much – she hadn’t had time, and any family she had lived miles away with [Y/N] having no money to visit them anyway. “Oh, I don’t really have any.” [Y/N] admitted. “Money’s a bit tight and family is miles away, so I can’t afford to travel home.” She told Kristen. “Thought I’d just have a quiet one alone. Besides, I’ve gotta keep this place open – that’ll entertain me.” [Y/N] said, saying the idea as it came into her head - to be honest it wasn’t a bad idea. [Y/N] didn’t dislike working, and there was bound to be people around that might want a warm cosy café after being out even on Christmas day. Even if there wasn’t, it was better than being stuck in her house alone.

Kristen’s face was one of pity. “You can’t be alone on Christmas!” She cried in outrage and [Y/N] was slightly taken a back at her passion, hiding her face by staring down into her mug. “You should come round mine!” Kristen suddenly proposed.

[Y/N]’s head shot up. “Oh no, I couldn’t impose on you!” She said quickly.

“Don’t be silly,” Kristen tutted, “I certainly wouldn’t mind, and I highly doubt Ed would either.”

[Y/N] felt her muscles tense. “Ed?”

“Oh, yes, I haven’t mentioned him yet. He’s my boyfriend – well I say boyfriend – we haven’t really officially said it yet – we haven’t been going out long.” Kristen admitted.

[Y/N] was numb. “Did you meet him at work?” She asked, her voice croaky.

Kristen nodded, “Yeah, he’s in forensics. He’s a bit odd, but he’s also so very sweet.”

“How long have you two been together?”

“Oh, only a few weeks.”

A few weeks ago Ed had murdered someone.

[Y/N] was really panicking now.

“[Y/N], you alright?” Kristen asked concerned, reaching for [Y/N]’s hand to snap her out of her head. [Y/N] instinctively pulled back and Kristen looked a bit hurt.

“Sorry.” [Y/N] muttered, replacing her hand on the table. “Just lost in fairy land.” She joked half-heartedly.

“Ok…” Kristen said, though she didn’t look entirely convinced, raising one eyebrow In suspicion, but going along with it anyway. “So…” Kristen searched for something to say, “Yeah, you’re more than welcome to come round. Ed’s a brilliant cook!” She added.

“Oh – well – I – Uh, don’t want to be a third wheel...” [Y/N] was trying to think quickly about this. The last thing she wanted to do was spend more time with the murderer, but she couldn’t now knowingly let Kristen be alone with him either.

“Don’t be silly – there’s plenty of time for us to be a couple any other time of the year – Christmas is for friends and family – and your both!” Kristen pointed out. [Y/N] couldn’t help but blush and smile sheepishly. It was sweet she still thought of her like that.

“Thanks Kristen.” [Y/N] murmured. Kristen had always been there for her. [Y/N] was going to have to put her own fears aside and save Kristen from this mad man.

“Oh, that’s my coffee break over!” Kristen said, glancing at her watch. “I’ve got to go, but it was lovely to see you again.” She said, “I’ll stop by at the end of the week for a better catch up! And you have to come for Christmas.” She added, with fake sternness.

[Y/N] teasingly rolled her eyes. “Yes, mum.” She joked back and watched as Kristen gave a little wave and left, heading backdown the street towards the Police Department.

 A few weeks later, Christmas day had arrived and [Y/N] hadn’t spent a second not thinking about what to do on the day.

Kristen had come round to the café several times after her first visit to try to confirm [Y/N] for the day, but the closer to Christmas it got, the busier the café became, and the more run off her feet [Y/N] was with the holiday shoppers seeking shelter from the chilly wind and rain.

But now it was Christmas day and [Y/N] was invited for 11am that morning.

She had spent the night lying awake, tossing and turning over whether to go or not.

She should. It was risking her life, but Kristen was constantly risking her life at the moment. [Y/N] didn’t want to tell her. From what She could gather from Kristen’s constant gushing that she seemed to like Ed a lot and [Y/N] didn’t really want to be the one to break her heart by telling her about him. So [Y/N] was going to have to talk to Ed instead. Tell him he had to leave her alone.

[Y/N] did have to wonder how he was taking the idea of her coming round for the day.

Either way, she was just going to have to grit my teeth and do it. For Kristen.

 Yet when it hit 9am, Kristen rang her. She had an emergency GCPD meeting to help on a case that had suddenly blown open and couldn’t wait for her to take her day of holiday.

Ed however wasn’t needed apparently – due to no new forensic information being found – and that he would still be happy to keep [Y/N] company for the day.

Sure, he would, [Y/N] thought sarcastically.

But she knew right then that she wouldn’t go. There was no way [Y/N] was volunteering to spend the day with that murderer.

So she spent the day at home – having already planned for the café to be closed anyway – and relaxed around the house, snacking and watching movies all day.

Seemed like a good day to her.

But all day [Y/N] still had that bloody man on her mind. And what he could do to Kristen.

Several times [Y/N] had to bury her head in cushions and moan in annoyance. She just couldn’t sit here and do nothing. She had to speak to the man. Tell him to leave Kristen alone. [Y/N] couldn’t tell Kristen – she probably wouldn’t believe her anyway, just like everyone else at the police station.

[Y/N] had to go see him. She wouldn’t stay, but she had to speak to him.

So [Y/N] finally changed out of her pyjamas and headed to the address Kristen had given her.

 Ed was pacing. Ever since Kristen had told him that she had bumped into her old friend called [Y/N], Ed had been constantly stressed that she would find out about the night outside her front door – or even just that Officer Dougherty had not left town, but had in fact been disposed of in a black leather case.

He’d managed to keep himself away from the café and Miss [L/N] since the evening he had spoken to her, been smacked with a baking tray, and nearly stabbed her. He thought it was for the best to keep his distance, despite the voice in the back of his head constantly disagreeing with this and insisting on dealing with the problem in a very permanent way.

Ed would quickly try to shut these thoughts out.

But then Kristen had invited [Y/N] around for Christmas and Ed couldn’t say anything but yes. His normal sane mind screamed no, but in the moment of shock his other voice had taken over and agreed quickly. It wanted an opportunity to see her. Any opportunity to see her, was an opportunity to remove her – no matter the risk of witnesses.

If [Y/N] was gone, Ed could be able to relax, all other evidence gone.

And then Christmas day had arrived, but Kristen had cancelled - having been called into the police station after the Kim Jackson case had been reopened – but insisted that Ed carry on with his day as usual and should still have [Y/N] round.

That had been perfect. At least the voice in the back of his mind had.

But Miss [L/N] hadn’t shown at 11am.

Not that he could blame her. She had made her position on seeing him very clear last time they had met, and she didn’t even know what he could easily have done in the back of the café that night. How the knife had been in his hand. How it would only have taken a few more moments before he brought the weapon down on her.

No, he could not blame her for not wanting to be alone with him. He was surprised she had agreed to come even when Kristen was going to be here.

But maybe she wanted to tell Kristen. Maybe she just hadn’t got round to it yet. From what Ed could gather they were very close – before and still now – so the chances were that [Y/N] did want to tell her. Which just made [Y/N] all the more problematic.

Ed tried to enjoy his Christmas, looking forward to the 4 hours and 33 minutes until Kristen walked back through the door, but his mind was still on [Y/N].

She’s alone right now at her home. There would be no witnesses. Completely vulnerable. It would be so easy. Why not deal with the problem right now?

Ed must have drunk too much wine, reducing some of the normal control on his body, or simply become so lost in his thoughts that he’s become buried in his own mind, allowing the space for the other side of him to take over, because he suddenly found himself with his coat on walking down the street towards [Y/N]’s house.

 [Y/N] knocked on the Ed’s door. No answer. She waited a bit longer and tried again. Nothing.

She swallowed her nerves “Ed?” She called, her voice faltering slightly. “ED?!” [Y/N] called even louder through the industrial-looking door. Nothing. No sound of movement or anything. Was he home? This was the address Kristen had given her.

She frowned, unsure what to do now.

Eventually she headed home, defeated, but at least having the slight comfort that she had tried.

She would spend Christmas alone.

 Ed rang the doorbell at Miss [L/N]’s house. It hadn’t been hard to find the address, he had simply checked Kristen’s address book.

There was no answer.

He knocked at the door instead.

Still no answer.

Just break in. “No.” Ed growled at himself. He couldn’t believe he was even here. He should just turn around and go home.

He tried to peer through the ground window, through the lacy curtain that blocked the general wandered from seeing into the house. He could detect no movement and none of the lights were on.

He tried the door one more time, but still no answer.

This was a sign. He should leave, despite the voice telling him to hang around for her. There was a difference between paying her a visit, and lurking around her doorway. Anyway, people might see him and if he hung around too long it would look suspicious.

So, he headed back to his flat to wait for Miss Kringle to return.

He would spend Christmas alone.