#riddlebat fanfiction

[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

[daedalusdavinci]

18. "These are vintage!" "Those are ugly." for riddlerbat ?

send me a prompt!

The Batman was fussy. It was something Edward had seen before in his meticulous planning, all too similar to Edward's own need to have everything go just right. He was no different out of the suit, with his black hair neatly combed and gelled, his tie knotted just so, his three-piece suit all matching down to the smallest details. Edward would usually find it admirable, but when Bruce turned it on him, it was fussy.

Anger was not a good look on Edward. His face went ruddy, splotches of pink clashing with his freckles as he bristled against Bruce's bluntness. "These are vintage!" he cried, gesturing at his beautiful, hand-restored suit. It was a lovely, muted shade of green, and quite a reasonable downgrade from his usual showiness. It had a more vintage fit that Edward had grown quite fond of, a way off from the tight suits of the red carpet, but in a way that he thought was flattering and eccentric. More than once, he had thought of repurposing the suit over the years for his less-than-legal activities, but had never been able to bring himself to draw the question marks on it after all the work he'd put in.

"Those are ugly," Bruce said flatly. He was unmovable, blunt and deadpan as ever as he held out the hanger with his preferred choice. It was a dull black, utterly without color apart from the emerald tie he had acquiesced to. It was a closer match to Bruce's own classy style, but Bruce's was a far nicer cut. His suit was dark grey and white with crisp lines and angles, highlighted by baby blues to bring out his eyes. The insult did not go unnoticed.

"You have no appreciation for style," Edward said, folding his arms with a huff.

"You have no appreciation for subtlety. This is not an event where you want to be showing off your checkered past."

"Why? Ashamed of me, Dark Knight?" Edward spat.

Bruce's jaw set. He shut his eyes, loosening it again with a slow breath. "Edward. We're here to investigate. Not to show off Bruce Wayne's latest acquisition. That will be a very different setting, in very different company, and I promise, you can wear all the green and make all the snippy remarks you want then."

That gave Edward pause. "I wasn't aware there would be a showing off."

There. Just the hint of a smile, pulling at the corner of Bruce's mouth. The real ones were always reluctant, like something he never meant to let slip.

Just like that, the mood shifted. Edward's anger and offense lost its footing, giving way to a budding, prideful delight. He tried to hold onto the anger, to not give in so easily, but Edward had always lived for the moments when the Batman saw him and smiled. When Bruce offered a hand, Edward took it, fool that he was, drawn in so easily by a teasing smile and calloused fingers.

"I'll set you loose," Bruce promised, that hint of trouble Edward loved so much in the low, sly tone. "At a party much, much more extravagant than this one."

"So I can poke and prod at all your socialite friends and report the juiciest stories back to you?" Edward asked.

Bruce hummed, hand folding at his waist, pulling him in. Edward's fingers slipped along his bicep, his jaw, tracing the all-too-familiar line of it as Bruce's breath touched his cheek, eyes lidded, voice soft. "Just wear the monkeysuit tonight. We'll make up for it next time."

"Next time," Edward echoed, all his intellect stuttering over Bruce's lips so close to his own. It felt unfair, having the focus of prettyboy Bruce Wayne so close, slowly going pink under the burn of those blue eyes that had stared out from so many magazine covers. The Batman had always been too good at catching him. But then, he had been the one to actually catch the Batman- and Gotham's most eligible bachelor. He had caught Bruce, and Bruce would have everyone know.

Edward's thumb swept across Bruce's cheek, a smile of his own twisting across his lips. Bruce intended to show him off. He was someone worth showing off. "I'm going to make you regret that."

"I'm sure you'll try," Bruce agreed. But his kiss was no less fond.

In the end, Edward supposed he could wear the suit after all.

[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.

[andy4yippee]

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

(Fanficiton or art)

[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?

[cautious-soup]

Just had a small epiphany lmao

Commenting on ao3 posts is a great way to practice those dreaded "respond to 3 of your classmates" assignments.

Talk about what you liked in the fic, or what you didn't like. If a sentence jumps out at you, jot down what you liked about it or how it made you feel, or use the floating comment box extension. If you see a very bright and obvious flaw but otherwise like the fic, let the author know so they can grow (gracefully and respectfully of course. But remember you can't control how people respond to feedback!)

Doing all of this will prime you for critiquing your classmates paragraphs. And being able to critique is a great skill to have, because believe me these assignments don't go away in college.

Discussion is essential to engaging with all forms of art, even fanfiction!

Here's a link to a guide on how to install the floating comment box extension, share your thoughts!

Thank you for reading my brain fart

[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

[danielthegod]

Son And Heir (of nothing in particular) Chapter 5 out now!

Chapter synopsis:

Link to full work from start

[anindecisivespirit]

Read the full story now!!

Summary: In a desperate bid for the Riddler's help (and his love), Batman makes a deal with him. He'll get him out of Arkham and team up with him, so long as Edward will first stay with Bruce Wayne for an undisclosed amount of time- without hurting him. Edward would do absolutely anything to prove to Batman that his love is true, even if it means sparing the man he hates the most. Especially if Batman keeps kissing him during his trial.