#riddlebat fanfiction

[andy4yippee]

Dark riddlebat fanfic the poll was about, thisll be a series that i hope ill finish :) not beta read..

Tastes like silver . (pt. 1)

BRUCE WAYNE X EDWARD NASHTON

CONTENT WARNINGS : illegal substance abuse, mentions of toxic relationships that are brief. Hallucinations and a PTSD mention.

Taglist For DC content (comment if youd like to be added.) : @cutesludge

The clock struck one.

Batman-- Bruce, sat at a circular table. along with superman, aquaman..you get the spiel. meeting.

staring.

staring at nobody, at a wall.

Bruce pushes his tounge between his two front teeth, his thumb tense rather than resting in the webspace between his index and thumb calmy.

Nashton. Edward.

Cocky bastard.

He'd always say things, have the last word. it was bothering. very. Bruce hated it, he hated him. He was quite the stuck up. He knew he would do it just to get on his ass, to annoy him. And,

he considered giving him away to the police.

multiple times. but, that wasnt a option.

Edward had been..meeting up with him. Nothing weird!

And, bruce.. He couldn't sleep. He didn't really have a reason, per say, but, Bruce couldn't fall asleep. physically, could not.

he usually had power naps. he did have power naps. 20, 30 minutes twice a day.

It wouldnt work anymore. he could not go to sleep. he was tired -- miserable.

So, he did the only normal thing.

Pay for drugs.

Yes, Batman. Bruce Wayne. Snorting Xanax. On a good day, just enough weed to knock him out. what a sight!!

And, bought from the Riddler, too.

It worked. Put him right to sleep, or..whatever you call that. he would either do it in his car, or in his bedroom. and god did he sleep! but woke up after,

sick,

sweating,

and,

gross.

Every time, Bruce said--

"This is my last one." as he unwrapped the pill from a tissue, shakingly placed it on his dashboard, crushed it with anything he could find,

snorted it,

and passed out in his car for hours.

But every time, he went back. the addiction- it was horrible, he wished he never got into it. He wished he put Riddler in jail when he found him.

But, they were both stuck. Bruce couldn't tell the police about Edward, Because, they'd find out he was doing drugs.

that would be quite the news headline. Bruce chuckled.

and, Edward couldn't tell the police, nevermind go near one.

But- taking the drug, it was noticeable.

Bruce wasn't as sharp. he wasn't as polite. Clark, one of his closest friends, saw obviously that he wasn't ok.

Alfred saw that he wasn't ok.

Selina saw.

Gordon saw.

Dick saw.

Everybody saw.

And he'd try to fake it, tried to pretend he wasn't drowsy.

pretend that his mouth wasn't always dry, pretend that he didn't have a horrible memory, pretend that he didn't have hammering headaches.

But god, was it hard. Bruce wasn’t sure how much longer he could take of it, honestly. And quite frankly, people were starting to notice so much they asked him about it.

“Bruce.”

“Bruce?”

He snapped out of his trance of staring at a particular, non busy spot on the floor.

“Yeah? Whats up?”

Clark stares back at him, frowning, breathing out before he talks. Hesitating.

“Whats, uh..whats wrong with you, bud?” He asked, hand holding up his head.

Bruce chuckled, looking around and acting surprised.

“You’re asking me that? Uh, whats up with..that girl? Right?” He pointed at a random woman on the street.

“She seems down.” He said, before realizing the pun he accidentally incorporated, laughing harder.

“Quite down..” clark mumbles, staring out the window, before getting back on track.

“Ok, seriously, talk to me.”

Bruce coughs.

“About what? The weather?? Y’know, it is quite nice out today, might have a cookout! So, how are—“

“Bruce.”

A hand grabs his wrist.

“Clark.” He clears his throat.

“We should talk.”

The clock strikes three.

“Bruce, what is wrong!?” Clark says, voice raising in volume.

It was just them in the meeting room, just them in the building. Clarks voice bounced off the walls of the room and leaked behind the doors, into the stairways.

“I dont know.” He mumbles aggressively. Clark had been trying to get him to talk, and ‘i dont know’ was the best, honest response yet.

“Bruce, you- you can talk to me! You haven’t even talked to Alfred about whatever’s going on.”

“You’ve talked to Alfred? About- about me?”

“That doesn’t matter.” Clark scoffs, bouncing off from leaning on the table.

“Bruce, somethings up, and i mean..i care for you, ok? Whats happening? I wont tell anybody.”

Bruce clears his throat.

“I just feel lost, i guess.”

“Why?”

“I feel like I’ve lost my life. Its seriously out of my grasp and control, and i always feel in control, so its stressing.”

“That makes sense, i get it.”

Bruce chuckled. He didnt get it. He usually felt insane pride, like he was better than everyone. But he lost that, he lost his sins.

His sins made him feel human.

Now, he felt more stupid than he ever could, as unimportant as you could be.

“Yeah..uhm, hey, hows the villain fighting? Riddlers still out there, right?”

Bruce paused.

“Yep. I hope we’ll find him soon.” Bruce looks at the window.

“Look at me.”

— what?

Bruce shivered.

“Look at me, bruce.”

Bruce looked at Clark, eyes wide,

“Yes?”

“Youre no good of a liar.”

“What?”

“Youre no good of a liar. Spend your lies on someone else.”

Bruces eyes filled with tears, his mouth quivering.

“Im not lying to you, clark?”

— bruce?

“Hey, look at me.”

“What?”

“Are you ok? Whats going on?” Clark was now closer to him, his hand rubbing bruces arm.

Bruce looked at clark, the shivers disappeared.

“Sorry. Uhm, must be some kinda flashback thing.” Bruce shrug.

“PTSD? You..i mean, yeah. Kinda looked like it. But dont they last longer?”

“I dunno. Uhm, hey..Y’know what? This helped. Im gonna catch the road, before the weather gets shitty.”

“Really? Uh, bruce-“

“Seeya.” Bruce smiles, waving as he walked down the stairway, getting out of the room quickly, leaving clark worried.

As bruce arrived home, The rain pelted down relentlessly on the streets of Gotham.

His shoulders slumped, opening the mansion door.

He dropped his things inside, didn’t bother to look in a mirror, and briefly said hi to alfred before opening the door again,

Going back to that car,

Parking it in a alleyway.

Again, and again.

But even in his sleep, he felt alone, and he felt like no one cared.

That plunge into darkness, it didn’t help him. And, he wasn’t so sure why he kept going back.

[cautious-soup]

A little over a month ago I went to see Transformers one with my sister, then came home and thought "Well, since I'm unemployed and depressed and haven't posted anything substantive on my ao3 in almost 9 months I should watch the other movies in chronological order."

I proceeded to watch every live action transformers movie, and Rise of the Beasts altered my brain chemistry so much that it ripped me from my writers block and forced me to write three whole fics about a dumb robot and his human boyfriend, a batman fic, and a new long original work.

So I guess, thanks transformers for restoring my livelihood 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 (might write megop or megascream next)

And if you're struggling with writer's block, watch something new, you might get inspired, or you might get brain worms. Either way, you'll be writing.

[the-toulouser]

the sexiest thing to ever happen to me was someone bookmarking one of my fics and leaving a little hate comment along with it. the complexity. the drama lmaooo

[mof-rot]

What’s the opposite of a fix-it-fic? Like what if I just wanna make it worse?

[lawful-evil-novelist]

POV you're trying to stay calm while you process the fact that you just compiled the list of people that are about to battle royale the masked vigilante you have a mildly unhinged crush on.

[poorbloodymess]

Day 7 of Kinktober: Bimbofication with RiddleBat. Please enjoy!

[batmanie]

Hi! Riddlebat + Holding for the five sentence prompt.

Batman’s arm is wrapped around Riddler’s shaking body, holding him within a firm grip, as if never to let go.

“Don’t let me fall, don’t let me fall, don’t let me…” Edward’s trembling lips seem to be moving on their own accord, repeating the same phrase over and over in a breathless whisper, as the two of them, Batman and himself, are dangling over a pool of green, deadly acid, with only a batrope for their support.

“Anyone else would let you die,” Batman states the cruel fact with a hint of anger, and Riddler lets out a pitiful whimper because, surprisingly enough, he finds himself agreeing – it would have been truly ironic for him to end up dying by one of his own deathtraps, dissolved into nothing but a green goo.

“You wouldn’t…”

The Bat stays quiet for a moment before finally replying: “You’re right, I wouldn’t,” His deep, authoritative voice makes Riddler look right up at the stoic face of the man who was ready to jump towards certain death just to save him. “But sometimes I’m tempted,” Batman admits and Edward tightens his grip at his savior's shoulder, desperately holding onto that odd, warm feeling that boils inside his guts just like the green acid.

[icantthink-ofagoodname]

Never gonna forget the time when i was first joining the DC fandom bc of the 2022 batman and i was on twitter so fucking much, i had no life, no irl friends, and i wrote the shittest 20k riddlebat fic and it was so fucking popular like i had people telling me i was so talented and shi but looking back on it, it was a nightmare how did anyone read that

[assortedara]

Kinda waffling at the moment what to write next. I got like...23 drabbles in my notes right now, and while there's no guarantee what I'll finish first, I'm kinda curious what others would maybe like to see.

[diddle-riddle]

WIP

Thanks for the tag, @river9noble <3

WIP GAME

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

I love it. This is such a cool idea, and being asked about it is a motivating manner to start new stories! By alphabetical order, I currently have:

- Angel shoulder verse [Jaysteph & Riddlebat]

- Blood and Chocolate [Scriddler & teenager!Stephanie]

- Cute Valentine [Riddlebat]

- Detective Ed x Batman 

- Draft [character study]

- Iron Riddle - next [Edward & Tony Stark]

- Kiddo Steph

- Mermaid [Riddlebat]

- Orphan Superman [Clark & Edward]

- Peculiar Children [Riddlebat & batkids]

- Peter Pan [Riddlebat & batkids]

- Roguekids [villains & batkids]

- Split [Scriddler & teenager!Stephanie]

- Stephanie in Riddleland

- Teen Riddlebat

- Wayne Side Story [Jaysteph & Riddlebat]

- Wayward Sisters [Stephanie & Enigma & Edward]

Notes:

- I decide not to include my current novels in progress which already have posted chapters and WILL (eventually) be updated on AO3... soon? maybe? XD. Thus these are strictly stories not started yet... even if some have been heavily implied during former fics already ;)

- Everything I write contains Edward Nygma no matter what. It’s the rule number 1. Then it very often contains Stephanie Brown and Jason Todd (out of 17, 14 of the stories above give them a share of the spotlight), plus Bruce Wayne. And Jonathan Crane hanging out never far behind ;)

- Ask me anything, I’d love to give you an insight / answer a question or see what you guessed from just a draft title ^^

Edit: alright, the rules said titles only... but I just returned to this post to add between [-] the main ship / main dynamics in the story when the titles are very unclear, because I feel like that might influence your choice if you want to ask me about one of these WIPs. Enjoy!

If they want to share their drafts as well, I’ll tag some writers I love: @tobithetobi @reine-du-sourire @sigma-time-lord @local-roro @susspirria @korereapers 

And anyone who’d like to give it a try :)

[zaryav]

Based on the fanfiction “I’m Taking You Down With Me”.

[andy4yippee]

Someone give me symbrock, byler or riddlebat requests please (or anything with gay people ig….)

(Fanficiton or art)

[cautious-soup]

Bruce calling Edward a pathetic psychopath in a very different context has lived in my head rent free and the worms emerged in the form of this fic. Mostly self indulgent wish fulfilling nonsense on my end.

https://search.app?link=https%3A%2F%2Farchiveofourown.org%2Fworks%2F60403063&utm_campaign=aga&utm_source=agsadl1%2Csh%2Fx%2Fgs%2Fm2%2F4

[susiephone]

Ok I have once again remembered a fic I love that I forgot to bookmark so.

Does anyone have that fic where The Riddler is explaining how he got arrested, and the entire fic is him giving his statement in first person stream-of-consciousness style? And he was an employee at Wayne Industries and had a big gay crush on Bruce?

[mr-e-nigma]

Can you guys please start writing fanfiction about these two I can’t keep doing this on my own

[daedalusdavinci]

Power

Ship: Bruce Wayne/Edward Nygma

Words: 2,037

Summary:

Another day, another death trap. Until the power goes out, and Edward and Bruce find themselves stuck in Edward's labyrinth together with nothing to do but wait.

drabble i wrote for this months rogues server prompt, "power"!

read it on ao3