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OH BOY! How about Office Eddie nsfw headcanons? I love that dweeb at the office with a dark streak and honestly just want anything about him 💚

Dano!Riddler x Fem!Reader Headcanons oooooooooh yeah!! i've started writing a little outline for something like this but longer!! this is a good excuse to test some things out and see what works >:3c 🐀💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: voyeurism, pervert eddie, peeping tom, spying, non-consensual stuff, masturbation, unintentional cum swallowing

listen, employment in a nice office isn't all that common in gotham, and you're lucky you're not behind a bar serving sleazy wannabe rogues or hustling for what little money you can get, so you're willing to put up with your shy and quiet and kinda dweeby co-worker

but that's only because you have no idea about all the weird stuff he's up to...

eddie is smitten immediately by you, but he doesn't speak to you at all for the first two weeks you're sharing an office with him

it makes you a little uncomfortable, but he slowly warms up and offers you a hello and a goodbye

when he starts talking to you a bit more, it's about quite dark and deep subjects

it's almost like he's trying to guage your response to decide if you're a good person

or one of the people he goes on about, the undeserving masses

he's nice enough though, and you find that he's very helpful and willing to guide you with the tasks

and you quickly notice that he's far smarter than you, and is willing to hold himself accountable for your training

this seemingly kind gesture isn't selfless, however, it's actually his way of getting closer to you

and to have you depending on him for your job

it's not something you notice at first, if at all, but edward always offers to look your work over before passing it on to the bosses

he's changing it without you knowing though, making sure there are little mistakes that have you reprimanded

eddie delivers that bad news of course, and offers to show you how to fix your errors

you're so grateful that you hug him, or compliment him, and so he can hardly stop doing it

besides, the stupider you feel, the more you'll have to rely on him, and the more you'll view him as smart and wonderful

and in order to keep you thinking that, he'll criticise you sometimes

nothing too mean, not too obvious

but enough that he can see your pupils widening and your skin flushing when he does compliment you

"don't worry, i won't tell the bosses"

gosh, you owe him so much... maybe he'll cash in the favours someday

eddie has the keys to the office and he unlocks it every morning, since he's always there a lot earlier than you

you never question why, but it's so he can set things up

you wouldn't believe how many cameras are hidden in the little space you share

under the desk, in the toilet, in the stationary cupboard

and the work laptop he offered to set up for you?

the webcam is hacked, so he can watch you at home

because at a certain point, he can't stand not to be around you or to know what you're up to when you clock out for the day

and that includes when you leave the room to go to the toilet

he had to drill a hole in the wall of the cupboard between the office and the bathroom, just so he can keep an eye on you

and he finds his behaviour escalating, like an experiment to see how far he can go

it starts with him touching himself under his desk, rubbing his hands over his erection and trying to keep quiet

rubbing against you in the elevator, placing his hands on your shoulders as he stands behind you, staring down your blouse

asking you to reach up high or down low to watch the way your clothes move to expose you

messing with the ac, watching you sweat when it's too hot, watching your nipples harden when it's too cold

then he starts messing with the cables under his desk a lot, something with the wiring you don't understand

but it's an excuse to stare at your legs, trying to get a peek up your skirt

and then before you know it, your sweet coworker is masturbating into your coffee creamer

waiting to see if you can taste the difference, to see if you recognise him on your tongue

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There's A First For Everything - Edward Nashton (The Riddler) x Fem!Reader SMUT

Summary: You've been dating Edward for a few months now, and you're finally ready to take a more intimate step in your relationship with him. His lack of experience, as well as yours, leads to a clumsy, yet enjoyable night neither of you will forget. (Alternatively: two virgins have sex for the first time.)

Contents/Possible Warnings: P in V sex, Loss of virginity, Reader is a virgin, Edward is also a virgin, unprotected sex, creampie, handjob, singular mention of alcohol consumption (no one is drunk/tipsy), soft sex, slight praise kink, fluff, SMUT, MDNI

Other Notes: I haven't written anything in months, so my apologies if this isn't too good. Trying to get back into the swing of things. Enjoy!! 💚

It had only been a little under half a year since you had met and befriended Edward after meeting him through a friend of yours who worked with him, and about three months since you started dating him, but you had never fallen for someone so strong and quickly before. He was timid, and at times a bit awkward, but past that he held an intelligence and sweetness that made your heart fill to the brim and swell with a wonderful feeling of pure admiration and love that made you wonder how you previously lived without it.

As much as it pained you to admit, you've never been good at relationships. Whether it be your own fears or a lack of genuine connection between you and your partner at the time, something always left things ending sooner than you'd have liked them to. For the first time in what felt like ages, though, you were finally seeing a glimmer of hope in your love life.

You loved him, and that made you believe the concept of there being "the one" truly existed. You wanted to love him in every way you possibly could, and you wanted him to do the same to you. Your newfound love made you a lot more bolder, too.

"Do you want to stay the night at my place?" You blurted out one night after a particularly successful dinner date, feeling a lot more confident in yourself than you usually did. Maybe the small glass of wine you had earlier also helped you along.

"Oh?" Is all he could respond with, mesmerizing emerald green eyes widening a tiny bit in shock that he quickly tried to hide behind a more casual look. Despite his attempted change in expression, you had caught on quick to the sudden apprehension that overtook him, as well as the way he tried to keep his calm. For a split second, you thought you had fucked up and made him uncomfortable. Then he smiled, a light blush covering his cheeks.

A smile. That's a good sign. God, I hope it's a good sign.

"Are you sure?—" He questioned, quickly cutting himself off and averting his gaze as he seemed to regret what he just said. "That was—I'm– I didn't mean to be rude—" He stammered out, stumbling over his words. "Im not good at these things, I'm sorry." He apologized with a nervous laugh, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

"I'm not good at them, either," You reassured, smiling sheepishly as it was your turn to blush. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to." You looked away, trying to suppress your growing anxiety.

Fuckfuckfuck, what If I tried to move too fast and—

"I want to." He said, trying to act casual, excitement given away only by the way he grinned at you, blush on his face now worsened in the best way possible. "Lead the way."

You were lucky your apartment was only a short walk away from the restaurant, or else you may have died on the walk home from the eager, nervous racing of your heart. There was a first for everything in life, and you were tired of waiting for this first to come to you on its own. You were determined to make it happen; no backing out when you wanted it so much, especially with him.

Everything moved quickly once you had unlocked your door and closed it behind you, leaving only the two of you. You took full advantage of your sudden burst of confidence, even if it was steadily decreasing as you entered further into new territory. You kissed him with passion which he eagerly reciprocated, the kiss only deepening as you led him further into your apartment and into your bedroom.

It was when your back was to the bed and your shirt was thrown somewhere to the ground along with his own that you hesitated. It was new, and it was as scary as it was amazing. You broke the kiss, holding his face gently in your hands as you both paused, looking into each other's eyes with a shared apprehension and desire for the other.

"I've never done this before," You told him with a soft smile. "Be gentle, but not too gentle." He took a deep breath upon hearing the information that he'd be your first. You'd be his, something he craved since the day he met you, but it was also something he didn't believe he deserved. You thought he was perfect? He thought you were an angel, the only light in the whole of Gotham, and the whole of his life. To him, he was beyond repulsive. Some type of vermin born from the depths of Gotham's filth.

You saw the way he sunk into his thoughts, and you were fast to pull him out of them before he fell in too deep. "Hey," You mumbled, voice gentle, pulling him in closer. "What's wrong? We can stop if you don't want to go—" The pressing of his lips to yours cut you off.

"I don't deserve you," He smiled down at you, almost sadly. "Are you sure you want me to be your first? I'm...." He trailed off, looking for the right words. "I'm inexperienced, too." He carefully pushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "You deserve to be given the best, I don't want to ruin such an important moment for you."

You kissed him lovingly in reply. "You won't ruin it," You comforted. "I want you more than anything or anyone else, even if we're both a bit clumsy or awkward." Your once reassuring smile then turned into a more seductive look as you helped move his slightly shaky hands to the clasp of your bra, helping him undo it and letting the garment slip off. "Don't be afraid, Eddie. You can touch as much as you want, honey."

'Honey.' That single word made his heart warm. He'd do anything to hear you say that again. Anything to hear that makes him feel just as loved and just as wanted. You were an angel. His angel.

He reached out a hand, touching your breast experimentally, enjoying your light moan as his thumb brushed over your nipple. You were soft and warm he realized at that moment, and the closeness of you both felt like bliss. He wanted to be even closer, and you felt the same.

You tugged off each other's pants, the clothing joining the growing pile on the floor of your bedroom. It was just two pairs of thin fabric separating the two of you now, and you were equally as ready to close the gap.

You were the first to make the move, pulling his boxers down and letting his hardened cock spring out. It wasn't overly large by any means, but it was certainly above average. It almost intimidated you, but fuck did you want it inside of you. You were growing wetter by the second.

You looked up at him for permission, which he granted, before wrapping your hand around the base of his cock and slowly stroking it, being as experimental with your touches as he was with his. He groaned, head leaning back and his eyes screwing shut as you continued your movements, steadily increasing your pace.

"Does that feel good, Eddie?" You purred into his ear, taking pleasure in the myriad of noises slipping from his mouth. He let out a whiny 'Mhmm' in response, head beginning to cloud with ecstasy. He was a smart man, smarter than anyone else you knew, but you were turning him ditsy with your touch.

"S-Stop—" He stuttered out, bringing you to a halt. "D-Dont wanna cum yet–" He said hurriedly, watching your hand leave him. He took a small moment to reign himself back in, bringing himself further away from the edge. Once he was calm enough, he began to pull down your panties, soaked from your arousal. It ignited a sort of pride in him to see just how much of an effect he had on your body.

You helped him line up with your waiting entrance. It was now or never. He buried his head into the crook of your neck, a long moan muffled against you as he finally sunk into your pussy. You gasped at the feeling, the stretch unusual but causing pleasure to shoot through you.

"Fuck!" You cursed, nails instinctively digging into his back in an attempt to ground yourself. "How are you so big?" You moaned out, whimpering in pleasure as you felt him begin to move slowly. "E-Eddie—"

"Does it feel good for you, too?" He asked in a voice shaky from pleasure, hips slowly rocking against yours. "A-Am I doing this right?"

You pulled him into a kiss, moaning into it along with him as you pulled him in close, bodies melding into each other in a yearning for as much intimacy as possible. It was just the two of you in this moment, and neither of you ever wanted it to end. It wasn't just sex, it never was, you were showing each other just how much love was felt between you, even if it was still relatively new.

"You're so tight," He whimpered, body shaking as he struggled to not become entirely overwhelmed by the experience. "Feel so good. I love you. Love you so much." He began to speed up, a mixture of desperate noises leaving him as he tried to get more and more of you. "C-Close— 'm gonna cum soon–"

His finish was speeding towards him faster with each thrust into you, and you weren't far behind. Still, you weren't as close as he was. You needed just a little bit more to push you over that edge you needed so badly to cross. You found one of his hands, bringing it to your clit. "Slowly," You instructed, letting him rub at the sensitive bud. "Just like that, Eddie." You praised, back arching as a new layer of sensation was added to the experience.

It took less than a minute before he came with a whine of your name, the feeling of his thick cum spilling deep into your pussy triggering your own orgasm. The feeling coursed through your body, consuming you in never had before. He continued to move against you until both of your climaxes subsided, leaving you both pleasantly exhausted as you came down from your highs.

He pulled out, snuggling up beside you as you sat in a comfortable silence. Your eyes fluttered shut as you smiled to yourself. You had finally done it, and it was even more rewarding than you expected it to be. You were satisfied and in love, and nothing felt better.

"Don't fall asleep on me," Edward mumbled softly, a small smile on his face as he pressed a light kiss to your shoulder. "I want to cuddle a bit longer." You leaned into him, face nuzzling into his chest.

You wouldn't trade this moment for the world.

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— ೀ from: your secret admirer [edward nashton x gn!reader]

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♡ you two would definitely meet at the diner he frequently visits. during your first visit there, he was sitting in his usual spot, a booth in a forgotten corner, drinking a latte and solving his crossword puzzle. ♡ the diner is usually quite quiet at this hour, and he's frequented it to the point where he recognized the different usuals’ voices. so hearing you speak your order for the first time quickly stuck out at him, like a singular melody in the midst of his crowded mind. he immediately perked up at the sound; not much could really tear him away from whatever puzzle he brought to keep himself company but... you were so… different compared to everyone in this corrupt city. ♡ at first he’d try to brush off your presence, he might never see you again after all. but then you’d come in once a month, then every other week, then multiple times a week. ♡ he'd stare down at his lap, frustrated at himself. what was it about you that made you so different anyway? you were like a nagging habit he couldn't shake, like a stray that came crawling back that his heart couldn’t help but ache to tend to again. he sighed with his eyes shut, submitting to you every time, allowing his thoughts to be consumed by you once more. ♡ he was so lucky... having your closeness grace him. and each time you visited, you only seemed to fill more parts of his mind. at this point, he wasn’t even able to focus on his daily crossword puzzles. it annoyed him to no end but... that’s how he knew you were special. you brought a new light in his usual dark life. ♡ slowly, edward's mind didn't seem to care to search for the answer anymore. he didn't need to know why you were special, now he understood you just were special. he was losing his sense of logic, giving in to your beckoning presence, how good it felt love you. ♡ everyday he’d observe you from his own booth at the diner, now for once glad his spot was usually forgettable. he sipped away at his own cup as he watched and took note of every detail: the way you’d sigh after almost every sip of coffee you took, that polite, yet forced smile you gave to those who passed by, and his favorite detail? the fact that you never visited the diner with anyone else. of course he wasn’t entirely certain if you were single or not but, it made him more confident. like he actually had a chance. ♡ he’d immediately fantasize about the day where he was confident enough to go up to you and speak, figuring out the information he so desperately needed on his own, through your conversations, and not through speculation or crumbs of information he'd overhear through exchanges that didn't belong to him. in his mind he was obviously more confident, no stutters or awkward silences. then you’d go on dates, and maybe you’d see each other outside the diner, just the you two sharing a life together. oh, a man could dream...

♡ after finding and accepting his interest in you, he started frequenting the diner even more, just so he could broaden the possibility of seeing you more often. the time he spent there was practically unhealthy at this point. there was probably remnants of coffee in his lungs from the ungodly amount of hours he’d spend inhaling it secondhand. he would even bring in paperwork instead of his usual crossword puzzle. anything just to be blessed and catch glimpses of you. ♡ sometimes he would see you visit after an extra excruciating day of whatever you did for work. it would break his heart every time, watching you slump into your seat, your long sigh turning into a groan, before treating yourself to a sweet little dessert to drown out the sorrows long enough to at least get yourself home. ♡ he’d get lost in the thought of bringing you home— one you guys actually shared— scooping you up, running you a hot bath and taking you to bed, having you in his arms. he’d wished you didn't work, or at least not this hard. (though he found it quite admirable.) he wished that he could provide for you, so he could never see you this exhausted again. for once in his life he could feel adequate. like a worthy man, somebody's hero. ♡ at times he would feel guilty for borderline stalking you. he knew how you liked your coffee, but he didn’t even know your name! but it wasn't stalking... right? he was just... interested! preparing for the day he'd actually speak. its meant to be flattering... though he would never follow you home, or attempt to find every single piece of information the internet had to offer about you, of course…

♡ ...not yet at least. (thankfully for you, he held back for the sake of researching his newest death contraption.) ♡ but, while sat at that lonely booth, he allowed himself to completely indulge in you. he couldn’t help but stare, you were just so captivating from across the diner, even under the dim lighting it provided, and the late hours you frequented. he just had to know more about you… maybe after this was all over. ♡ you began consuming every part of his life. even outside the diner he would find his mind slipping to thoughts of you. he was starting to miss you. it frustrated him to no end. the color blue would remind him of that sweater you wore a few days back, and that dog he saw at that animal rescue had awfully cute eyes like yours. he even started associating the scent of coffee to your voice, only furthering his desire for caffeine. 'god edward, keep it together.' he'd think. it all led back to you. ♡ you were distracting him from his plans on wiping this city clean. he should be figuring out how to correctly wire this detonator, not fantasize about how soft your skin would feel on his!! but you also began becoming his newfound reason. he knew you were one of the only few good people left in gotham, maybe the hope this dump needed. he wanted you to live in a safe city, he needed you to thrive. you only deserved the best after all, to have the ground you walked on worshipped... ♡ sat in his usual seat, he would begin leaving riddles or crossword puzzles for you to solve, he would even draw doodles of flowers and hearts, instead of his consistent scribblings about batman and the lies of the government. even if he tried, all the riddles he'd come up with would be about you anyway. ♡ edward couldn’t help but stifle a giddy squeal. it felt like he was a teenager again, passing notes to his crush; writing them on the diner’s napkins and placing them in front of you when you looked away, quickly slipping past your line of sight. they would always have to do something with his love and adoration, how he’d reveal himself to you one day. he made them just for you. he even slowed his handwriting so you could read it better. ♡ for now you were endeared. confused, but endeared, while you looked around the room for the napkin's source. they were cute, simple things that gave you something to do, if you looked past the creepy part. it gave you something to think about and look forward to while you try and distract yourself for a little while. ♡ he wondered if you noticed him like he noticed you. he wanted you to notice him. for the first time in his life he wanted to be seen. just for you, he wanted to be somebody.

“ i am with a lock and you might be my key; when you find me, you feel complete. i’m a rare treasure that brings happiness and joy. what am i? ”

♡ and at times he was frustrated at how oblivious you were, but that didn’t deter him away from you or find you any less intelligent as he thought you were. the day you two would properly meet would eventually come. he idolized you, you were his sunshine in all the gloominess of the city. his one bright light. ♡ he would secretly cheer you on from his seat behind you, marveling at just how smart you are. anticipating the amount of time it would take for you to solve everything he had laid out for you, like a rat in a maze. would it take you five minutes? two? or maybe would you take that little napkin home today? ♡ he loved watching you struggle, your eyebrows knotting together as you looked down at the ink on the page. he could barely contain his giggles as you proudly smiled to yourself as you filled out the words of his puzzles. he was just as proud of you as you were of yourself. he knew you could do it.

“ …a soulmate…? ”

♡ you solved his riddles! how were you not perfect for him?

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🧩❔Riddler x GN!Reader Headcanons❔🧩

I kidnap you

I tie you to a chair

I plant a bomb onto you

I force you to answer riddles

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`♡° kinktober 2024! ---

☆ kink: boot humping

☆ pairing: arkham riddler/female reader

☆ summary: After breaking his rules, Edward makes the decision to punish you with something new.

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His back reclining hard against the padded chair which often housed him as he surveyed the countless monitors which hung across his main workstation, Edward barely spared a glance down at your desperate eyes as he maintained his focus on his cameras.

“I can feel you looking at me, my dear. If you hadn’t made the fools choice to touch that which belonged to me then maybe I would be more than happy to take time away from my important work to give you what you need.”

Memories of that morning flash through your mind. You had woken up horny as hell and, without thinking, had immediately delved your hand between your legs to work out some of that tension. It hadn’t taken long to get you to the edge, your approaching release making your breath come in short pants as your legs tensed, but the sensation of Edward’s hand locking around your wrist and pulling it away – just as you reached your peak – had resulted in a cruel ruin which had your hips humping at the bare air as he used his body to keep you from any further pleasure.

His disappointment had been clear and the weight of the shame, of letting him down with your own greediness, had made you compliant when he suggested an appropriate punishment for such a disrespectful choice. You only had yourself to blame, verbally signing away your right to come as part of the lifestyle you had chosen to share with Edward – the loss of control giving you both something which fulfilled a need.

“So,” Edward continued as he refused to look down at your submissive positioning, “rather than the pleasures which I could be giving you, I will graciously allow you to keep stewing in your own idiocy as you hump yourself against my boot like the empty-headed harlot you are.”

And it was the truth.

A hard truth which makes your fingers claw around the back of his oil-stained pants as you maintain a steady balance on the rug which he had carelessly thrown down at his feet to allow you to kneel on.

Legs spread almost painfully wide as your heels touched your bare ass, this position was the only way to allow your cunt to spread across the tip of his thick leather boots. Boots which has chosen specially for this task as the top of the boot was edged with a slight ridge – the leather hard and unforgiving against your much softer skin.

His boot was already soaked, drenched in your arousal as you struggle to push yourself beyond anything more than a hard tease; every frantic hump of your groin only just allowing your clit to graze the smooth expanse of his boot with a maddening almost-pressure that was determined to drive you insane or force your body to collapse from exhaustion – whichever won out first.

Edward, as always, had a lot to say about your predicament.

“Was it worth it, dear? Burying those naughty fingers in that needy hole instead of waiting for permission? Are you so pathetic that you can’t help yourself? Turning that brain of yours to mush just for a little stolen pleasure is very disappointing.”

Whimpering, you roll your cunt across his boot and clench around nothing as your hole remains unfilled and aching for more.

“Maybe I treat you too well? A bitch in heat who touches my cunt without permission may be in need of further discipline. A belt perhaps? Something to keep those brainless fingers from the temptation?” Edward hummed out his considerations, absent-mindedly tilting his foot un slightly to give you better purchase against it – the action too innocent to be a mistake as he continues to talk you through his thought process.

“Yes, a belt. And then you would be responsible for earning your way out of it by showing me just how well you can take instruction. Any rare moments of brilliance from that empty, cock-hungry brain could earn you a hard edge – maybe even a ruin if I’m feeling generous enough.”

You wrap your arm around his leg, pulling your upper body flush against his pants as you bury your moan in the fabric of his knee – his casual discussion of stripping you of all pleasures making your cunt drip. Everything burns. From the heat of your skin and the clothing which clings to your upper half, to the ache in your cunt as the continuous rub is beginning to make the skin feel raw and puffy.

You gasp as his hand wraps around your hair, tugging your attention high as your dulled gaze settles on his lined features – his eyes piercing as his goggles push back his hair from his forehead. A smudge of oil stains the corner of his lip and you imagine yourself licking it off while sitting in his lap, his cock buried deep within your cunt as he fuc-

“Ouch!” You cry as he once again tugs at your hair, no doubt working out where your thoughts were drifting and you focus on keeping your cunt grinding against his boot as he continues to degrade you.

“Maybe I should add something nasty to my boot to help that addled brain focus on its simple task? Perhaps some hot sauce or toothpaste, something to really see you squirm and feel sorry for touching what’s mine.”

“Sir, please, no! Not that,” you babble out as your hips move even faster in a show of doing your absolute best. Your cunt, already so sensitive and on edge, couldn’t handle the added stimulation – especially when the hellish burn only served to hurt and take away some of the pleasure. “I’ll be good- I’ll be a good girl for you.”

“Hmm,” considering the words, Edward rubs at his chin with two fingers, “well, in that case, to thank me for being so lenient and willing you waste my time to teach you to be better, I think I’ll bury my cock in that talented throat and have you show your appreciation for such mercy.”

Mouth instantly dry at the thought of getting to suck him off, your enthusiasm nods earns you a slight chuckle of approval as his grime-ridden hands slowly shift to start unzipping his fly.

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I love C&M! I’d be curious how they’d each react to Detective being pregnant, if you’re comfortable writing that. Whether it’s planned or not, maybe both situations like headcannons?

We're Expecting

Summary: Unplanned and planned pregnancy headcanons for what would happen if Detective got pregnant.

Word Count: 2.8k

Content Warning: Slight sexual content, mention of abortion, planned and unplanned pregnancy discussions.

A/N: This fic is currently not canon to the official Cat&Mouse!Verse storyline, but I had fun writing this. I'm so happy you love C&M, and thanks for the request, anon! This was supposed to be put in a bulleted list, but apparently there's a block limit and Tumblr didn't like it, so apologies for the formatting. 😒

Unplanned:

Okay. Whoops. This wasn’t supposed to happen. All the protections were in place, but somehow, someway…you got pregnant. At first, you didn’t think much of it when your period was late. You figured it was just hormones, that it would be here soon.

Until it wasn’t.

One morning, you wandered down to the local drugstore and picked up three pregnancy tests. Probably overkill, but you didn’t care. Your stomach twisted in anxious knots, every part of you terrified that it could be true.

Not like you’d never imagined yourself being a mother, but well…you and Edward had never really talked about the possibility of children. Except, of course, in the bedroom when his clear breeding kink came out and he filled you with his seed, but that was different, and you usually thought nothing of it by morning.

You took the tests home, quickly hurrying into the bathroom to do you business. With bated breath, you waited for the little line to appear.

Please be negative, please be negative, please be negative, you thought, whispering those words over and over again.

And then, slowly…the other pink little line appeared. You stared, blinking, hunched over the toilet with the pregnancy test in hand.

“No,” you whispered. You couldn’t believe it.

So you waited, and took the test again when you were ready – but the same result appeared, two pink little lines: pregnant.

You waited again, and took the third test, but it was the same result.

Tears welled in your eyes as you looked in the mirror at yourself, the realization dawning over you like a slow trickle of chilled water.

You were pregnant. Actually pregnant. With Edward Nigma’s baby. Shit.

This was…not what you expected, and instead of being overjoyed, you were filled with never-ending dread. How was Edward going to react? Would he shun you? Leave you? Blame you for this? Well, it did take two to tango, so you weren’t entirely to blame.

But still. Let’s face it: Edward Nigma wasn’t exactly father material, now was he?

Terror clawed up your throat, but you decided to wait to tell him. You would try and gauge his reaction first, subtly, before announcing anything further.

One day, while out grocery shopping with Edward, you passed by a mother with a small toddler in a stroller, pausing to whisper, “What a cute little baby.”

Edward hardly noticed. Whether or not he cared, you didn’t know.

Another time, you found yourself straying near the baby section of the store, your eyes pausing on cute little baby clothes. Edward, again, said nothing.

And so, it seemed, you had absolutely no idea how you were going to tell him.

One day, a few weeks later, you still hadn’t told him. You held it in, unable to look him in the eyes and tell him you were pregnant. Hell, you even took a fourth pregnancy test just to be sure, but that one didn’t lie, either.

Meanwhile, however, Edward could tell something was up. He could read it in your body language, and you were quite easy to read. He knew you were keeping something from him, he just didn’t know what.

At least, until one day while taking out the trash, he found the receipt for the local drugstore and the evidence that you’d bought a pregnancy test – and in that moment, his heart dropped.

Edward stared, wide-eyed, feeling himself have an out-of-body experience. Because if you were pregnant…no. No. He was not father material. He didn’t think he had one parental bone in his body. The very concept of it terrified him.

Edward’s own father had been a good-for-nothing piece of shit. He’d never had a father figure growing up, and all his years of abuse had tainted him to the idea of ever bringing a child into this world, anyways. Not like he ever believed he’d find you, either, but still…why hadn’t you told him about it? How long had you known?

And if there was one thing that truly bothered Edward, it was when you kept things from him. He did not like being kept out of whatever was going on inside your tiny mind. He did not like feeling like you were pushing him out.

But Edward Nigma had no idea what the fuck to do.

Should he confront you? Wait for you to tell him? Words danced on the tip of his tongue, but it took all of his self-control to not blow a gasket and storm out. Because being a father…it meant something more than he could ever have imagined.

But, Edward was a smart man, and he began to piece together small little things that had happened over the last few weeks: the way your eyes caught on tiny babies and baby clothes, how you expressed interest in them. Truthfully, Edward had thought you were simply ovulating, and that your hormones were raging. But now he saw it for what it was: you’d been trying to gauge his reaction, hadn’t you?

And here he’d gone and said nothing. Shit.

Terror clawed up Edward’s throat as he considered the possibility of fathering a child. His own father had done nothing but torment him, and he never knew his mother. He had little faith in his own parental skills…and he had no idea what the fuck to do. For the first time in his sorry life, he was at a complete and utter loss.

Edward Nigma had always prided himself on thinking ten steps ahead of everyone else, of being prepared for every scenario and outcome, but he had not planned for this.

But one night, when it seemed you were still content to keep this from him, he finally confronted you, looking up from his dinner as he said, “Are you keeping something from me, my dear?”

“What?” you’d asked, feigning surprise. “No…why would you say that?”

He raised his brows. “I know you’re pregnant.”

Your face had fallen, going pale, the color draining from your cheeks. You shifted, pushing your dinner plate aside as you looked down, not meeting his eyes.

Quietly, you said, “…what do you me to do with it?”

Edward blinked. Stared. Your question took him aback. He hadn’t expected you to be so quick to throw the decision on him. “What?” he’d asked.

You lifted your eyes. “Well…I mean, come on. Do you really want to be a dad?”

No. Yes. Maybe.

Fuck.

In that moment, Edward had no idea what he wanted. He never thought this would happen. Of course, he wasn’t an idiot – he knew the risks when you started having sex together. He just hadn’t expected it to become a reality.

And perhaps, if you were anyone else, if you were someone he did not love…maybe he would have walked out. Maybe he would have asked you to terminate the pregnancy. But it was you carrying his child, and dammit…he loved you.

More than he ever thought he could love another person.

“I don’t know,” he finally answered, so unlike him. He was usually so prepared, thinking ten steps ahead, but this…this unknown, it frightened him, shook him down to his very core.

“Okay,” was all you said, looking back down at the table.

“Okay?” he asked. “Okay? Is that all you have to say?”

Your gaze snapped back to him. “What do you want me to say, Edward? That I’m happy? This is kind of unplanned, you know. And I’ve been sick with worry, wondering what you would think and…” You shook your head.

“You want to know what I think, detective?” he asked lowly. “I’m fucking terrified.”

“I am, too,” you whispered.

Edward stared at you for a long moment. He didn’t know what he wanted. Every instinct inside of him told him to bolt from this room, slam the door behind him, and never look back. All his years of trauma and pent up rage for his own father threatened to burst from his chest, but…lashing out would accomplish nothing. It would only serve to make you angry with him, and he did not want that.

But the very idea of becoming a father…he never thought it possible. Never believed it could actually happen. And as terrified as he was, perhaps there was a part of him that was curious to know what another tiny human being would become from him. A natural curiosity, he supposed, one built on pure human instinct and nature.

And yet, beyond that, there was another truth, too: the fact that Edward had come to love you, so fucking much, that the prospect of destroying something that had been built between the two of you…that frightened him most of all.

Edward took a deep breath and composed himself.

Slowly, he reached forward, grasping your hand in his as his thumb stroked across your smooth skin. “Terror has never stopped me before, my dear,” he said.

You stared at him, blinked, as if you couldn’t process just what he’d said. Finally, you asked, “…are you saying you want to go through with this?”

He nodded, and yet the movement, the confirmation, made his stomach do a thousand uncertain flips. “What comes after two?” he asked.

“Three?” you asked, raising a brow.

“Then that’s what we’ll be,” he replied.

And that’s what we’ll be.

?

Planned:

The very idea of becoming pregnant terrified you. Childbirth was a scary thing, and even though you’d considered the prospect of being a mother one day, you just never expected the father of your child to be Edward Nigma.

In fact, once you started dating him, and the more serious your relationship grew, the more the very idea of becoming a mother seemed to fade away from you entirely. You knew Edward was not father material, and assumed he’d never wanted to have a baby, anyways…

Except, in the bedroom, when he’d whisper naughty, salacious things in your ear as he fucked you.

“Would you like it if I bred you, detective?” he’d ask, a low groan as his cock thrust in and out of you with furious, desperate need. “If I forced you to carry my seed? To populate this city with my genius?”

Before, you never thought too hard about what he said, even if it did turn you the hell on at the very prospect of being used to breed for him, but one night, after a round of sex, you found yourself wondering what it would actually be like to have his child.

Of course, you didn’t bring it up, even though words hung on your tongue. You never thought he would actually agree to having a baby with you.

Until, one night, he once again expressed his breeding kink by burying his cock deep inside of you and spilling his seed, whispering how much he wanted to breed you.

You couldn’t help it – the words slipped out of your mouth not long after, the question popping out before you could stop yourself, “Would you actually want to have a baby with me?”

The question seemed to catch him off guard, and he propped himself up on one elbow while staring down at you with a quirked brow. “Would you actually want to have a child with me? You know, I’m not exactly father material.”

“You’re the one who talks about breeding me all the time,” you laughed out. “If anyone is interested, I’d say it’s you.”

He smirked. “Well…it would help the gene pool if I passed along my genius, now wouldn’t it? Just think of all the little genius offspring of mine.”

“Uh-huh,” you’d said, rolling your eyes, but you paused, feeling your stomach drop as you sat up in bed. “Wait – are you actually considering it?”

“I can’t deny my…interest, my dear, in what it would actually be like to have some offspring,” he said. “Believe me, this city would greatly benefit from it.”

You laughed, but his words had awoken something inside of, something dormant and fragile and now sparking to life like a wicked storm in your belly. You didn’t know what to think, but…well…

“Are you considering it?” he finally asked, as if noticing your expression.

“What? No, I mean, of course not!” you said, stumbling over the words, trying to hide the fact that you were very much thinking about it.

He studied you slowly, smirking, looking at you in that way that made you know he could tell exactly what you were thinking, but he chose not to probe further.

However, the conversation had seemed to unlock something in both of you. A strange, hidden interest, like opening Pandora’s box. Because now that the topic was out, it seemed you could not put it back in the box.

The days passed slowly, but you found yourself wondering what it would be like to have a baby with Edward. And even though he wasn’t really father material, you had to admit, he had done remarkably well in his reform: he’d been on his best behavior, attended therapy on time, and work was going surprisingly good. Things between you and him had been strong for months now, in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

But the very idea of actually having his baby stirred butterflies in your stomach. Perhaps it was something primal about it, maybe it was your own kink, you didn’t know – but something about being chosen by him of all people, to share himself with you and allow you to carry his baby, well…it certainly awoke something in you, didn’t it?

So, one night, you gathered up your courage and looked at him at dinner, staring him down as you said, “I want to have a baby.”

He almost choked on his food. “What?” he coughed out, taken aback.

“I want to have a baby. With you, Edward,” you said.

He stared at you for a long moment. You could just the wheels in his brain turning, as if his genius mind was trying to process just what you’d said and how to even respond. You waited with bated breath, prepared for him to call you a hundred names for being so stupid, for thinking this was a good idea, for—

“Very well,” he said.

“What?” Now it was your turn to be surprised.

“Seeing as you wish to carry my offspring, how can I decline such a request? After all, being the mother of my child is a great honor. And who am I to deny you?” As he spoke, his eyes twinkled with a mischievous gleam.

You smirked back at him. You hadn’t expected him to cave so easily, had assumed he would put up more of a fuss.

“Why so eager, Edward?” you’d asked, curious.

“I must admit, I’ve been giving it some consideration since our last talk,” he said, leaning back in his seat. “And I’ve found myself curious as to what it would be like to father a child. After all, I am the greatest mind this city has ever known. I think it’s about time I show this city what else I have to offer.”

You smirked, laughing lightly as you said, “Okay, sure.” Of course he would see having a child as providing Gotham with a great service, but, well…you didn’t mind, either. In fact, your belly stirred with warmth at the idea.

Looking up at him, you smirked and said, “I guess it’s a good thing I’ve already started taking prenatal vitamins then.”

“Oh,” he said, returning your smirk. “Someone has begun thinking a few steps ahead. It seems you’re finally learning.”

“Only from the best,” you said.

Edward, however, as much as he tried to hide it from you, could not ignore the strange stirrings in his own heart. Being a father frightened him. It terrified him, more than anything else ever had in his life – and that was saying something.

But there was a part of him that couldn’t deny the desperation to prove everyone wrong. To show the world just how great he was. After all, his reform had been going splendidly. And with you at his side – what better way to prove just how much he’d changed, how great he was, if not for taking on the responsibility that came with fatherhood?

After all, Edward was great, and what better way to only improve his greatness by proving he could be the best father? The father he’d never had – and oh, how Edward just loved to prove everyone else wrong.

And having you at his side, you carrying his child, well…that only made this whole thing all the sweeter, and he couldn’t deny you of his seed, now could he?

Oh no, Edward would only grant your wishes. What he had not expected, however, was how quickly it happened. In only a few short weeks, he found himself hanging outside the bathroom door while you took a pregnancy test, nerves bundling in his belly, as he paced back and forth down the hall.

But the moment the door opened, and you stepped out, holding a positive test, everything inside of him went taught. From fear. From excitement. From terror. He didn’t exactly know which ruled him more, all he knew was that this was becoming a very real thing.

But Edward Nigma, the Worlds Greatest Everything, had never shied away from a challenge. And fatherhood was the greatest challenge of all.

[hoshinoyozora]

The Queen

🖤 Pairing: Yandere! Riddle Rosehearts x Female! Reader

💛 Word Count: 0,7k+

❤ Warnings: -

[Edited]

Do not re-upload my writing to another website or use it without my permission. Also, don’t ask for a sequel unless I like the story enough to write one. Please reblog so other people can see my stories!***

Idk much about Alice in Wonderland and I forgot about this part sorry so I decided to make it up instead lmao.

The queen was a strong figure, both in chess and in real life.

She ruled the kingdom with an iron fist, oversaw the society with hawk eyes, and ordered the subjects with clear-cut words. People parted ways for her, and sometimes, some of them just had to topple over. Subtly or forcefully.

Just like your pawns right now, as Riddle secured yet another victory. Regardless of how small it was, it still brought him closer to your king.

And closer to your defeat.

“It seems that you’re not very adept in chess game, [Name].” he remarked, smirking. “Why don’t you save your energy and declare your loss instead? Trey is currently baking your favorite cake, and we can have a tea party to celebrate your obedience.”

You scowled, willing yourself to stay silent. You hated how he treated you like a child at best, and a prisoner at worst. Then again, Riddle was the Queen of Hearts; the leader of Wonderland. And you, an alien from The World Above. It was expected that you wouldn’t know about the rules of this world, just as you wouldn’t know about the Queen’s longing for affection. You would’ve thought of it as pathetic, if not for your own predicament.

Because it wasn’t enough that you fell into the rabbit hole, you had to fall into his arms too.

Despite what many people thought, including his closest aides, your ‘love’ story wasn’t romantic. Far from it, actually, and the ‘perks’ that came as his ‘King’ only served to tighten the collar on your neck.

The black queen stood two squares away from your white king, exactly on the black square. Yours was on the white one, cornered like your situation right now. Riddle had promised that he’d let you go if you won a match, but the skeptical part of you wondered if his subordinates would allow you to. During your short time here, you’d saved not only him from his own loneliness, but also the poor victims from his, sometimes unjustified, wrath. It wouldn’t be a surprise if they decided to use you as a shield even further by entrapping you here. This was a mad, mad world you lived in, and absolutely anything could happen.

You pushed the king to the side, trying to widen the gap between him and the queen. She moved one square forward, and you wondered why she wasn’t in your row already. Was he toying with you? Giving you an illusion of hope and security? This might just be the cruelest Riddle you’d ever seen, and you’d yet to witness his worst side if you tried to escape literally.

The king sidled to another square, and Riddle did the unexpected yet logical thing; he pushed one of his rooks to your rank.

You lost.

And an hour hadn’t even passed since you started the match. No matter what kind of plan you had, no matter what kind of move you’d take, the end result would still be the same anyway.

Your king would die on the battlefield.

“Go ahead. It’s your turn now.”

Always the stickler for rules, Riddle had yet to declare his victory. Regardless, it’d always been assured since the beginning. You were just prolonging the inevitable, grasping at the light at the end of the tunnel. Or hole.

Swallowing, you reluctantly pushed your last piece forward and watched as the queen brought him to his knees. Riddle’s calm yet smug ‘checkmate’ remained unheard in your shocked disbelief, and you wished for nothing more than to repeat the game over and over again. Was it possible to reverse the clock, when you could change your height to any size? There had to be a potion or a magic book somewhere.

But there was a limit to the Queen’s kindness, it seemed. Or, rather, his amusement. Just like the Chess King, the King of Hearts was fated to accompany his wife until the end of time.

And as Riddle claimed his prize by cradling your frozen self, it occurred to you how long the Queen of Hearts could live or if she was even capable of dying.

[trevolinesmelody]

Ok! So! Im gonna try to write a fanfic! Yn X Riddler!

But I can’t decide…

(I wanna tell u gays, Im not native english, so sometimes Im gonna be dumb!! Its more easy in spanish, but u know, not a lot of spanish riddler lovers lol q.q)

[2-guns-b1tch]

Talk To Me

Arkham! Riddler x FemaleReader

+18 Minors DNI!!!!

After 10 months I'm finally done with this chapter ! Sorry to leave everybody waiting, but I was having trouble writing this chapter, but it's finally here. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Masterlist

CHAPTER 4 / AO3

"What about this one?" Harley asks, taking the book off the shelf and showing it to you.

"I've read that one, but I didn't like it that much. Too many of sex scenes."

Harley rolls her eyes, huffing a laugh. "What did you expect? It's a Smut book!"

You shrug as you continue to scan over the books in the romance section. "I know, but there was no character development. And I was getting tired of reading about how the main guy had a huge cock and how wet the romantic interest was all the time.”

Harley returns the book back the shelf, shaking her head at you. "You're the only person I know who reads an erotic book waiting for plot."

Since it was your day off, you had decided to run some errands and, luckily, Harley had agreed to come with you. Going through your to do list could be boring sometimes, but Harley always managed to make things more fun. Plus, a little help never hurt anyone.

It was a particularly cold day in Gotham. Although it had rained earlier, the clouds were still dark and heavy with water, the wind howling through the busy streets. At least the bookstore you and Harley were in was warm. The smell of new books accompanied by the scent of freshly made coffe from the café on the back created a cozy atmosphere that made you want to stay a little bit more.

"Still on the topic of erotica,” She raises her eyebrows in a sugestive way. “How’s your romantic life going? Any lucky guys caught your eye?" Harley says while looking at the cover of a book with a shirtless muscular man holding a woman in his arms.

"I've been so busy with everything lately. I hardly have time for myself, let alone a relationship. But what about you? Are you seeing someone?"

"Well..." Harley bites her lower lip as she wraps a lock hair around her finger. "There's this guy I met."

You turn your full attention to her, smiling excitedly. "Tell me everything! How long have you been talking? Does he work at Arkham too? Do I know him?"

"Okay, calm down!" she giggles, looking around as a light blush covers her cheeks. "I met him at Arkham and we've been talking for the last few months. He's pretty funny."

"And what's his name?"

"His name is... Jack. You don't know him." She quickly turns back to a pile of books."What are we looking for again?"

"Edward finished the puzzle book I gave him, so he asked me to bring Frankenstein this time."

Harley laughs. "Okay, we're definitely not going to find that here. Let's look in the Horror section."

The two of you head deeper into the bookstore, the old wooden floor creaking beneath your feet. You loved being surrounded by books, so many amazing stories just waiting to be discovered. You remembered your childhood, how easy it was to get lost in words, every turn of page made the world a less scary place, your problems fading for just a few moments. You used to imagine yourself as one of Peter Pan's lost boys, or Alice falling down the rabbit hole to her Wonderland. Anything that distanced you from your own troubled reality.

You find the Horror section and you start browsing over the columns of the books in search of Frankenstein while Harley walked aimlessly between the shelves, looking for nothing in particular.

"Has the Joker ever asked you to bring him something?" The words left your mouth before you realise. You didn’t want to ruin the mood talking about work, and besides, Joker was Harley’s patient, not yours.

"Not really. He knows I'm not allowed to take anything into the maximum security ward."

It made sense. As much as Edward didn't have a clean record, he definitely wasn't as unhinged as the Joker. So he was allowed to interact with other patients and his cell wasn't as protected. Just the thought of being in the presence of the Joker makes you feel a shiver run down your spine.

Dracula. Carmilla. Dr. Jekyll and Mr.Hyde. You skim over the titles in the row of books arranged side by side. You've never been much of a fan of the horror genre. Gotham was dangerous enough and you didn't need any more paranoia in the middle of the night. Was that why Edward wanted a book like that? To some people he was like one of the monsters in those stories. Maybe he just wanted to see himself in a story where one of the characters wasn't so different from him, even if they were the villain.

You finally find what you were looking for. You pull the book, running your fingers over the dark green velvet cover. This edition looked older, having only the title and the author's name written in gold letters on the front. Edward would definitely like this one.

"You won't believe what I found." Harley's voice comes from behind you, pulling you from your thoughts. She’s holding a small book, a smile stretching her lips. "It's a joke book!"

Harley flips through the pages until she stops at something she likes. "A book just fell on my head... I only have my shelf to blame." She reads aloud.

"Oh, my God. That was horrible!" You cover your mouth, but it's impossible to hide the laughter that escapes you.

“That’s a good one. I used to be addicted to soap, but I’m clean now.”

"We're not going buy this one." You say, heading towards the cashier.

"Oh, we totally will." Harley speaks, following you.

You and Harley finish buying the books, and when you open the door to leave the bookstore, a gust of wind hits you. The clouds that were silent just a few minutes ago are now alive. A loud thunder crashing over the city noise.

You hesitate at the door, unsure whether you should risk venturing into this weather or wait for the threat of rain to pass. Before you can say anything, Harley pulls you by the hand, guiding you down the street. Halfway through, drops of water begin to fall from the sky. At first it's just a thin drizzle, but little by little the rain starts turning thick.

But you can't even get mad at Harley. While other people are trying to protect themselves from the rain, Harley jumps into the puddles of water in an almost childish way, not seeming to care that the two of you were soaking wet. She throws her head back in an laugh and you can't suppress the smile that forms on your lips.

At that point you decide not to worry about getting a cold or how your clothes would take hours to dry. Instead, you allow Harley's warm to pass through you. You just keep the book under your coat so you don't get it wet and let Harley guide you.

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When you finally arrive in the therapy room, Edward is already there. You catch him hunched over the table with tensed shoulders for just a second before he snaps his head towards you and fix his posture.

"Good morning, Edward." You say as you walk around the table, sitting in your usual spot opposite him.

Edward watches you in silence as you grab your purse and take out your things to start the session.

"You're late." He notices, his voice quiet.

You check the clock on the wall. "For only 5 minutes."

"It still means you're late."

It’s not unusual for patients to be attached to a specific routine. This brings stability and security to them, so making even the smallest change in the pattern can easily bother them. But you expected a tic related to time would be Tetch’s thing, not Edward’s.

You smile apologetically. "The asylum is big and it takes me a while to walk here. But you're right, I'm late. I'm sorry."

You wait patiently for Edward to say something sarcastic or some comment about how important and smart he is to wait for people like you. But he just nods weakly, keeping his eyes on his lap.

You tap your pen a few times against your clipboard, trying to break the foreign silence that filled the room.

"Is everything okay? You're strangely quiet today."

Edward scoffs a laugh. "At least you're smart enough to appreciate what I have to say. Most people would rather I shut up."

"I always want to hear what you have to say. That's why I'm here."

Edward squeezes his lips into a thin line, looking disturbed by something. His eyes travel across the room for a moment before landing on you again. He swallows hard a few times, a light sheen of sweat forming on his forehead.

"I... I've got something for you." He babbles, the words coming out choked. "It's a... well, I- Oh dammit."

He lets out a frustrated sigh before putting something down on the table and retreating back to his chair.

The object Edward left on the metal surface of the table wasn’t some kind of riddle or puzzle. It was actually a small sculpture of a cat in a sitting pose that fitted in the palm of your hand. You pick it up, realizing that Edward must have made it from a bar of soap. Your fingers caress the delicate details, the small nose, it’s pointed ears, the tail that wrapped around it’s body.

"The details may not be entirely accurate, since I don’t know the exactly appearance of your cat and I didn't have the necessary materials and-" Edward starts chattering but you interrupt him.

"Is this Meg? I loved it!" You hold the sculpture firmly between your fingers, placing it against your chest. "It's perfect."

"You... Loved it?" Edward clears his throat, adjusting his posture. "Well, of course you did. I couldn't have expected any other reaction. I did an excellent job, even with the inadequate materials." A pink flush appears on his cheeks, spreading across his face and up his ears.

"Is this some kind of apology because of our last session?"

Edward adjusts his glasses over his nose. "You could say that my behavior was not entirely appropriate. I may have been a little rude. But don’t think this is an apology, I’m not nice."

"But where did you find the tools to do something like this? You're not allowed to be near sharp objects." You remember him.

"My abilities know no bounds, Doctor. Nothing can stop a brilliant mind like mine," after a second he adds. "I used a spoon."

A smile spreads across your face as you imagine Edward with his tongue tucked in between his lips, his brow furrowed in concentration as he methodically carved out the details in a piece of soap.

"Since we're exchanging gifts, I have something for you, too." You pull Frankstein's copy out of your bag, pushing it towards Edward.

"You remembered..." He comments as he strokes the velvety cover of the book, looking surprised.

"Of course I did. Did you think I would forget?"

"It’s not that. I just thought that because of the last session you might be... upset." Edward looks almost embarrassed, but it's still too early to know for sure if he actually feels any kind of remorse. One step at a time.

"I forgive you, Edward. Even if this is not an apology. I may have been a little harsh too, but now we're even."

You smile at Edward and for a second he surprises you with a soft smile of his own. It's not like the smirk he usually has on his face or the kind he reserves for his cruel comments. This time it's sincere. You think it suits him.

"Very well," you continue, checking your notes quickly. "Today I would like to talk about-"

This time, it's Edward who cuts you off with a groan. It looks like things are back to normal.

"This is so boring, can we talk about something else? I feel like my neurons are dying every day I spend in here." Edward complains, resting his chin on his cuffed hands. "Anything would be a more interesting mental stimulation."

"Do you think I'm going to change the session just because you gave me a gift?"

"Maybe?" He grins, his lips stretching like the Cheshire Cat.

You decide to give in this time, since Edward was in such a good mood. You place your notes on the table and lean against the chair.

"Well, what do you want to talk about?" You ask, placing your hands on your lap.

"Let me see..." Edward taps his chin a couple of times before speaking again "How's the weather?"

You huff a laugh. "Weather, really? Do you find this a more interesting mental stimulation?"

"You can see how desperate I am, can't you?" his foot nugdes yours under the table and you jump lightly, surprised by the unexpected contact. "Come on, tell me. I stay all day inside this building, I hardly see the sky."

"Well, it's been raining a lot these last few weeks. You know, the sewer system doesn't work so the streets are all flooded."

He sighs. "Gotham never changes. How about the renovation of Bleake Island's main avenue? Before I came here, they were still trying to finish it."

"Still going. Takes me even more time to get here because of it. They stopped because of a funding problem or something."

"At least I know that our dear mayor will never fail to let us down. And they still say I'm the villain." Edward gestures in an exaggerated manner, drawing a small chuckle from you.

"What do you miss most from outside?" That wasn't one of your prepared questions, but you've always wondered what it was like to be stuck in Arkham.

"I miss food. Real food. I've been dreaming of that Italian place on 19th Street." He leans back against his chair, an dreamy expression on his face. "And music, too. I'd kill for a radio in here."

In these last few weeks you had seen Edward bored, grumpy and even angry. But now he seemed relaxed, almost content to be talking to you. This sudden change in mood makes a strange feeling pass through you.

You clear your throat, straightening your back.

"What are you trying to do here, Edward?"

His smile dies a little and he tilts his head slightly. "What do you mean?"

“As far as I know, you hate our sessions and suddenly you just want to talk to me? What has changed?"

"Can’t we just have a good old-fashioned conversation? I'm known for my intelligence, but believe me when I say I can also be charming when I want to."

"I don't know if I buy it." You cross your arms, raising an eyebrow at him.

Edward clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes at you. "All right. It may come as a surprise, but in this building full of imbeciles and lunatics, you are one of the few people that I’m able to have a normal conversation with. You should be proud, Doctor. Not many have this honor."

The look of surprise on your face must be apparent, since Edward snorts a laught at you, shaking his head gently. Maybe it was too early to believe that Edward trusted you, but at least he seemed to be starting to warm up to you. And in your book that was considered a victory.

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The door of your apartment closes behind you with a small click. You go through your usual routine, first locking all the locks on your door, then taking off your coat and finally greeting Meg with a pat behind her ears.

The answering machine warns you that you have seven new messages, but this time you decide to delete them without listening. You were in a good mood and didn't feel like having your day ruined again because of a wrong message. Whatever it was, it could wait.

Meg follows you on the way to your room and you need to be careful not to trip over her as she snuggle against your legs. A sigh leaves your lips when your sinks in your comfy matress, allowing the stresses of the day to leave your shoulders. You decide to make a new entry on your recorder, it's been a while since you've done that.

"Fourth session with patient Edward Nygma. Ed showed a great evolution today," you say as you rummage inside your bag. "He exhibited violent behavior on our last session, but Ed seemed to feel guilty as we talked about it. He was also willing to engage in a normal conversation with me and even seemed to be interested in what I had to say. Maybe this is a form of manipulation, but I like to believe Edward is improving in his treatment."

You take the little cat statue out of your purse, placing it on your bedside table. You pet it carefully, almost as if it was a real cat. When you started talking again, a smile came across your face.

"We exchanged gifts today. I brought the book he asked me and he made a cat sculpture inspired by Meg. It's lovely. I wonder what Edward could do if he had the right materials and tools. His manual skills are... fantastic."

You find yourself remembering how nervous Edward was earlier. The soft pink flush on his cheeks, going all the way up his ears. His gentle smile. Meg's meows knock you out of your thoughts and you realize you've been staring at the cat sculpture for too long. You decide to end the recording and getting up to prepare your and Meg's dinner.

[the-odd-devil]

August's Night (part 1)

Edward Nashton x gn!reader

Summary : Edward is your first and only friend in Gotham. Tonight the sky is beautiful and so is your friend.

Word Count : 1 648

Warnings : None! Pure fluff!

Author's Note : I impulsively wrote this little fluff fic, I have so much long fics I'm working on, and working a little fic that is in your current mood felt amazing. Not beta read, so excuse me for the mistakes and my non-English native speaker writing >< I hope you'll like it nonetheless!

The offices are empty. It’s the middle of august and everyone is on vacation. You can finally breathe. 

The open office is silent, just some distant keyboards can be heard. Your time here has been hectic. Moving to Gotham was hard enough for your boss to not even acknowledge you just arrived there, and to ask you to do tasks you had no idea what they are about.

You spent your first day looking at numbers on your screen. You had no idea what they were about. You kept looking at the screen. Your eyes started to get blurry and your head was buzzing. You felt like you were about to throw up when,

“H-Hi…”

You turned your head to be facing with a man. A tall man, tall enough to tower you and be intimidating, but he looked nothing but sweet. Shy voice and demeanor, not standing straight and looking at the ground as if he was afraid to scare you, soft smile as his lips made a semi crescent and his eyes were smiling too behind his clear frame glasses. You found him beautiful in his own awkward way.

You sniffled.

“Hi… My name’s… My name’s Edward… I thought that… maybe I can help you?”

You nodded.

Edward took place being your chair to look at the screen. Head on top of yours, arms straddling you. The gesture was reassuring. 

“You’re new right? How long have you been there?”

“It’s my first day.”

His eyes went wide before an angry frown drew over his face. He muttered under his breath something about your superiors being pieces of shit.

He continued looking at the whole document, getting comfortable above you, you felt his belly touching your lower back. Your stomach flipped, and your cheeks grew red. It was soft and hot on you. You were now extremely conscious of the situation. You were in the proximity of a stranger, a very cute stranger, his arms brushing yours, his warm breath caressing your hair. The previous buzzing of your head became a soft, calming one, making you dizzy as butterflies were dancing in your stomach. 

“Do you want to grab a coffee?”

He woke you up from your drunken state. You look up to meet his gaze. Your nose were almost touching.

You saw a red blush spreading on his face and his glasses sliding as his eyes were lost in yours.

He coughed. Put his glasses up and changed his position to be on your side. You unconsciously pouted from the lost.

He waited for your approbation, looking at you with a sad expression, apprehensive.

“Uh, yeah! I could go for a coffee right now.”

A warm coffee in hand, you observe your new colleague making his. He was tall and doesn’t stand straight, trying to make himself less visible. His clothes a bit big on him, but you were still able to see his belly through it. He was looking like a cliché of a nerd in his high button shirt underneath his sweater, dress pants and shoes. You found it very endearing. He looked like someone you go to to be comforted. 

“Do you want to join me? I-I thought I could finish my work and help you…”

You spend the rest of half of your shift sitting next to Edward’s desk on a chair you borrowed from one of your absent colleague, the other half in the same position at yours. His voice was very relaxing, calm and low, as he gently explained to you what he was doing, looking at you to make sure that you were understanding. Making you blush by showering you with praises. You were already falling for Edward Nashton the first day that you met him. 

You were already inseparable the next day. You made a habit of taking every coffee break together, putting sweet messages on sticky notes for the other, and visiting each other desk for moral support. Days at your shitty office job in Gotham were made sweeter. 

You wanted to tell him. You wanted to tell him how he made you blush and your heart flutter? How cute he was when his warm coffee fogged his glasses, or how he stuck his tongue out when he was concentrating. How he became in one day the most important person in your life, and how you keep each one of his notes. You never found the courage, too scared to lose the most meaningful little things in your everyday. 

But life is better now. You let yourself admire the bright orange sunset that is engulfing Gotham, making it seems on fire. 

You hear footsteps behind you. You let them approach.

“I didn’t know Gotham could be so beautiful…” 

You say, turning your face, knowing who your eyes are going to meet. 

Eddie’s face is dived in the warm and soft sunlight, highlighting his nose bump and high cheekbones. He looks beautiful. He smiles.

“I guess this city can bring us some unexpected gifts.”

He looks at you and gives you an adorably sweet smile, his signature smile, where his lips makes a C shape and his eyes sparkles.

Your heart skips a bit. You look deep into his eyes, incapable to look away from his genuinely peaceful smile, far away from his usual tense self.

“Uh…”

He starts to blush and looks away.

“I know Josh keeps beers somewhere in the break room…”

He starts picking the skin around his nails.

“Do you wanna… Get one and watch the sunset on the roof? Together, I mean, if that’s ok…” 

The last part of his sentence is barely audible. 

“Oh.”

He looks at you, like a scared puppy. As if what he just said would make you run away.

“I mean, yes! Yes! I would love to, Eddie!”

And Eddie’s smile is back. 

You are surprised that Eddie knows exactly where the beers are - hidden in the fridge behind a fake lunch box - you grab them and follow Eddie to the rooftop.

The sun, between two buildings, gently warms your face. Eddie walks to the end of the roof, you follow him. 

“I used to come here last summer. I like the view.”

Standing next to him, you could see Gotham, light reflecting on buildings window, a fresh breeze caressing your hair, people drinking cocktails after a long day of work. Everyone is enjoying the last summer nights, temporary forgetting about their shitty lives in this shitty city. 

“It’s the first time I come here with a friend… I mean… You’re the only friend I’ve ever had too…”

You look at him. He looks back at you. 

“And I’m here to stay.”

You’ve never seen Eddie have that big of a smile before.

“Thank you.”

You see him hesitate, eyes moving all over your face. 

“Can I… can I hug you?”

You reassure him with a smile.

“Of course.”

You open your arms. He immediately pulls you in a tight hug.

You feel safe. You feel safe in this man’s arms, in this hug where he is towering you with all his body. Like he is trying to be a shield that would protect you, no matter what. You complete each other. He protects you, but you can feel his need. From how tight he holds you, the way that his nose is unconsciously nuzzling in your hair. You found each other. And you will not let him go.

The way he let you go from his arms is as tender as his hug. He looks sorry that he made himself let go of your embrace.

“Do… do you want to drink the beers? Before they get warm.”

“Oh yeah. Sure.”

You say.

He opens the beers and gives you one.

You sit on the roof’s floor and drink beer after beer. Both getting dizzy as the sun slowly disappear behind Gotham. You are having a good time, each one telling fun anecdotes about work or that weird dude that called you everyday thinking you were his dentist to schedule an appointment.

 All night you admire him. The way he is so passionate about little things, how pretty he is when he laughs, how his shyness hides a sweet, caring man, that never, ever was given love but deserves it. He deserves it more than anyone else. You want to give it to him. 

Gotham was now fully engulfed in the dark, the gentle warmth of the sun is now gone. You shiver. Eddie notices. He gives you his jacket. It’s warm and smells like him. Your mind dizzy, you snuggle in and sniff it. You catch Eddie looking at you, mouth slightly open, you can guess the blush on his cheeks.

“You smell really good Eddie.”

You search his eyes but he is desperately trying to hide by looking away.

“I think it’s time for you to go home.” He looks back at you. You can’t place his expression. He looks sad.

“Let me drive you home, I’ll come back tomorrow to get your car.”

You nod, holding your hands towards him when he stands up. He helps you get up, his expression unreadable.

The ride is quiet. Your head empty from the beers you got. The car is gently rocking you, and, nuzzling in Eddie’s vest, surrounded by his smell, you are slowly falling asleep.

Getting out of the car was more difficult than anticipated, good thing that Eddie is holding your hand. The feeling of his warm and soft hand on yours makes you blush. He leads you to your door and let you unlock it, making sure you’re safe and in your apartment.

“I… I guess I should go… Goodnight. And don’t forget to drink water, please.”

His sad expression hasn’t left when he starts walking towards the staircase.

“Eddie! Wait!”

He stops and fixes you, worried.

“Would you spend the night with me?”

[cl3fairyyy]

i have not stopped thinking about this image since it dropped. it haunts my thoughts 24/7. i have to pay tribute to it before bed every night. i have a shrine in every room of my house dedicated to it. i will never be the same again.

[finniestoncrane]

Teehee could you do headcanons about the Riddler's reactions to their partner being cockdrunk :) pretty please

Riddler Headcanons oh for SURE lmao, i mean one and done they're all getting a massive ego boost from it but i'm so certain they'd all use it to their advantage in different ways (though i left some out because they were giving similar vibes to others in my mind) 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: nsfw obviously, mentions of sex etc.

telltale

peepaw is not playing around here

the minute he realises you're slurring your words he is honing in

teasing you, touching your skin to watch your flesh tremble

making things worse for you, watching you squirm

knoiwng you don't have the mental capacity to stop him

knowing you don't want him to stop

it's a nice boost to know he's still got it all these years later

arkham

yeah he's not at all surprised because he is the greatest

and to be honest you should have been prepared for this

like why didn't you have an energy drink by the bed to chug

it's his fault you're like this, because he's a sexpert, duh

but get up and get back to work!!

robots need building, floors need sweeping, plans need planning

there's no rest for the wicked, and judging by your squirming...

you're still in quite a wicked mood, even after his amazing efforts

gotham

you can lie there in the little puddle you helped create

forget who you are, forget you're human even!

there's no need to get up and do anything because he's on it

bringing you water, a sugary snack, and a towel

he'll help you sit up, fluff the pillow behind you, and then lay down

gazing at you in awe, reaching to help you

as you struggle to hold the mug in your shaking hands

young justice

i think he'd go into panic mode immediately

are you not talking to him because he didn't do a good job?

have you died? why are you just laying there drooling in silence?

oh! because he did good!? wow... well...

how soon can you go again? because that was a neat ego boost

and it's got him primed and ready for another round

dano

you lay there in blissful post-orgasm glow for as long as you need

he's going to be next door in the bathroom gazing into the mirror

smiling widely at himself, pretending like he's doing a speech

thanking the audience for giving him this prestigious award

"best fuck ever" going to him? edward nashton?

he couldn't have done it without you, his wonderful partner

who he has just remembered is still laying naked in his bed

and who he is now rushing back to

zero year

so here's the thing: while you should be the one getting up

ruining the post-orgasm joy to get him a drink and a towel

he will take your inability to respond to his demands well

it's a compliment really, he fucked you so good that you're dumb

or at least dumber than you were before *hehe, ow, don't hit!*

unfortunately he will be bragging about this to everyone

literally anyone who will listen

so it's not much of a secret that you got drunk off his cock

[mimicmimikyuwrites]

The Batman (2022) Masterlist

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

None yet!

Edward Nashton (The Riddler)

There's a First for Everything - Fem!Reader (SMUT) (MDNI)

Summary: You've been dating Edward for a few months now, and you're finally ready to take a more intimate step in your relationship with him. His lack of experience, as well as yours, leads to a clumsy, yet enjoyable night neither of you will forget. (Alternatively: two virgins have sex for the first time.)

Dating Headcanons - GN!Reader (SMUT) (MDNI)

Summary: SFW and NSFW dating headcanons!

Good Enough - Fem!Reader

Summary: Edward has never felt good enough for anyone or anything. When the self-help resources fail to work and the feelings of inadequacy grow stronger by the day, he begins to doubt that he's even worthy of being loved, but you're there to comfort him and remind him of just how much he matters.

Selina Kyle (Catwoman)

None yet!

[mimikw]

Random Edward Nashton HCs

>> This is very short and also VERY random,,, slight suggestive/nsfw-ish hcs mixed in too

>> g/n reader ლ⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠ლ⁠)

At some point he got depressed and started eating more than usually, causing him to become chubby

There was a cat outside his college building and he would bring it canned foods, he sometimes forgets to because of how busy he gets.

He had crushes back in the orphanage, a boy and the other one's a girl.

He first had a crush on the boy who confessed to him (He believed that he actually liked him). He eventually finds out that it was just a dare from the boy's group of friends and cried himself to sleep.

He makes anagrams of your name

Constantly thinks of you. He couldn't even focus on his work sometimes.

When he misses you he would text you riddles.

It's shown in the comic that he listens to podcasts. I think he would listen to podcasts often after work or when he's in the train.

When you're out for a long time, he cuddles your shirt or jacket to sleep.

Has back/chest acne scars. He really doesn't like them

I think he'd be very clean, and by clean I mean he would wash his body twice, doesn't like the thought of being dirty so he makes sure he had cleaned every spot.

Makes random doodles on napkins or notepads.

Definitely has a thing for your thighs and love bites

Will show you off in some of his Livestreams, and ofc, his followers floods the chat

Does the sharing the other side of the earphones thing

Always holds your hand in the subway, diner, litteraly anywhere you go together

He collects random tiny trinkets/figures and places them on his desk

Has like two anime figures, sitting on his desk, I'm thinking of those chibi Miku figurines (He doesn't know who Miku is he just thought it was cute)

He goes to surplus stores, it's where you can buy random second hand stuff. He just looks around when he's free or when he feels like it. That's also where he found the Miku figurines.

If you have fluffy hair, he'll play with it when you're cuddling, stroking and petting your head. When you tell him to stop cause it always gets messy and covers your eye, yeah he'll stop for a little while, he keeps coming back to playing with it but quickly stops himself, He'll eventually play with your hair again.

Likes kaomojis, he thinks they're cute and silly.

When he comes home from "cleansing the city" and finds you still awake and waiting for him... He'll start cooing sweet things at you, telling you how much you don't deserve to live in this god forsaken city... ends up with you making out... and then to something else.

You never go out for groceries alone, he always has to be with you, specially when it's dark.

Goes to the local library and buys 15 puzzle books regularly.

He has a small Totoro keychain

Yk how most people dream of writing handwritten love letters for your partners, he's like that but in a more lovesick seial killer insane way

Used to be a part of a debate club and every opponent he gets hates him, he always defeats them anyway.

Has a few candies in his jacket's pocket.

He doesn't usually drink or get drunk, but one time he did and started saying random shit, also said to himself a little too loud how much he always wanted to make you feel good, that he could spend hours fucking you dumb. He wakes up completely forgotten about everything he said.

That's all I can think of for now, when I get more random thoughts i'll make a second part. (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

Thank you for taking your time to read all of this!

[knoepfl]

The Riddle of Us

Characters:

Edward Nygma: A brilliant, playful man known for his sharp intellect and love of riddles. His mind is a labyrinth, but in this moment, he’s lighthearted and teasing.

You (the Reader): Quick-witted, confident, and a perfect match for Edward, you enjoy playing his games and testing each other’s minds.

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Trigger Warnings:

Mentions of crime

Mild mind games

Mentions of mental health struggles

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Summary: On a quiet Gotham night, you and Edward decide to take a break from your usual schemes and play a game of riddles. What begins as playful teasing turns into a deeper connection.

Masterlist

Words: 1358

--- The Gotham night was suffocating, heavy with the usual sense of danger and unpredictability. But within the dimly lit room of an old, abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, things felt different. There, in the darkened corners and between the echoing shadows, there was a strange sense of camaraderie.

Edward Nygma, the man who would one day be known as the Riddler, sat at a rickety table surrounded by papers, half-filled with cryptic notes and plans. His signature green suit—sleek and just the right amount of eccentric—was stretched over his lean form as he hunched over, an intense look in his eyes. The papers were littered with a mix of coded messages, puzzles, and clues. It was all a part of the plan. He had a scheme in mind, something that would bring Gotham to its knees—but he needed the perfect partner.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching him with a smile. His focus was so sharp, so intense, that it was almost as if the rest of the world had faded away.

“Edward,” you called softly, stepping into the room.

He didn’t look up immediately, but the slight twitch of his lips told you that he was aware of your presence. Finally, his eyes met yours—dark, calculating, but with a flicker of something else. Something playful.

“You’re late,” he said, a teasing smirk crossing his face. “I’ve been waiting.”

You chuckled, crossing the room to stand beside him. “Forgive me. I had to finish some... other business.”

“Well, now that you’re here,” Edward said, tapping a pen against the paper in front of him, “we can begin.” He pushed a few sheets aside, revealing the skeleton of the scheme you had both worked so hard to concoct—a brilliant plan to expose Gotham’s corruption, twist it into chaos, and, of course, leave your signature on it.

“But first, I thought we’d warm up,” he added, his eyes narrowing with a mischievous glint. “A little game of riddles. After all, what’s a scheme without a challenge, right?”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “A game of riddles? Really? You’re the one who usually comes up with them.”

Edward gave a small laugh, almost like a soft chuckle. “I thought we could try something different. You know, get into the spirit of things. Besides, you’ve been a very good partner—wouldn’t you agree?”

A smile tugged at your lips as you sat down across from him, leaning in with a conspiratorial tone. “I think we’ve done well so far. But let’s see what you’ve got, Edward. I’m not afraid of a little competition.”

He grinned, clearly enjoying the challenge. “Let’s see how you do with this one, then.”

Edward leaned back in his chair and folded his arms, preparing for his first riddle. He stared at you, his eyes gleaming with the excitement of the game.

“Alright. What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?”

You paused for a moment, your mind racing. You had faced many of Edward’s riddles before, but this one felt like it could be a trick. After a brief silence, you smirked, knowing the answer.

“The letter ‘M,’” you said confidently.

Edward raised an eyebrow, impressed. “Not bad, not bad at all. Your turn.”

You leaned forward, pretending to think long and hard, even though the answer came to you quickly. You loved how Edward’s eyes always lit up when he was challenged, and you knew this game would be as much fun for you as it was for him.

“Alright, here’s one for you,” you said. “I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have nobody, but I come alive with wind. What am I?”

Edward’s lips curled into a smile. He knew the answer almost instantly, but he dragged it out for a moment, clearly enjoying the tension in the air.

“A(n) echo,” he replied, his voice rich with satisfaction.

You groaned, mock-annoyed. “Alright, you’re good. But I’m not finished yet.” You leaned forward, giving him your next riddle.

“Okay, Edward. What has keys but can’t open locks?”

His eyes sparkled with the thrill of the game. “A piano,” he answered without hesitation, a little too pleased with himself.

“Correct,” you said, leaning back. “It’s no fun when you get them so quickly.”

Edward smiled at you, clearly enjoying how well you two were meshing, even in this playful moment. But as much as he enjoyed his riddles, he had another question in mind—one that he hadn’t prepared for.

“Alright, alright,” he said, leaning forward with an impish glint in his eyes. “What is always coming but never arrives?”

You laughed, already knowing the answer, but you let him continue his teasing tone.

“The future,” you said, giving a playful shrug.

“Well, aren’t you the riddler of the hour,” he teased. “But I can see we’re not quite finished with our game. I believe the next riddle is yours, my dear.”

You leaned in, a grin forming on your lips. This time, you decided to change things up, and you gave him a challenge that required more than just a clever answer.

“Alright, Edward,” you said, eyes glinting. “I’ll give you a riddle of my own. A riddle about us. What’s something that starts with trust, is built on schemes, and thrives on danger?”

Edward stared at you for a long moment, his fingers tapping against the table as he considered the riddle. His grin slowly widened, the challenge evident in his eyes. He had always admired your intelligence, your ability to outwit him when the mood struck.

“Us,” he said simply, leaning back in his chair, impressed. “The answer is us.”

You laughed, a soft, genuine sound that echoed in the quiet room. “I think you’re right.”

Edward’s smile softened, and for a moment, the playful tension between you both shifted into something deeper. It was rare for him to let his guard down, even in moments like this. But with you, he felt that small, subtle sense of ease—an odd comfort in the chaos.

“Well,” he said, his voice smooth, “since we’ve managed to out-riddle each other, I suppose it’s time to get back to business, hmm?”

You paused, taking a breath. Then, with a playful glint in your eyes, you leaned in closer to him.

“Not quite yet, Edward,” you said, your voice light. “I have one last riddle for you. Are you ready?”

Edward raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Always.”

You smiled mischievously, your gaze locked on his.

“Alright then,” you began, your words deliberate and teasing. “What’s something that involves trust, a little mystery, and requires two people to make it truly worthwhile?”

Edward blinked, clearly trying to think of the answer, but you could see the wheels turning behind his eyes. He was analyzing every word, considering every angle.

After a moment, he looked up at you, his lips curling into a thoughtful smile. "A date," he said slowly, his tone playful but with a flicker of curiosity.

You grinned, leaning back in your chair with satisfaction. “Correct.”

Edward's eyes widened slightly, and his smile deepened into something both amused and pleased. He leaned forward, his voice lowering with a teasing edge. “You’ve got me there. A date, huh? And who, pray tell, would be the lucky one to go on this date?”

You gave him a sly smile, your tone casual. “You, of course. If you're up for it.”

Edward chuckled, his fingers drumming lightly on the table. "Well, well, well. You know, I do like a good challenge."

You raised an eyebrow. "So, what do you say? I promise it’ll be just as exciting as any scheme you’ve ever devised."

He leaned back, crossing his arms with a grin. "How could I possibly resist? Lead the way, my clever partner."

As the game turned into something more than just a scheme, Edward Nygma finally gave in to the idea of a night that wasn’t filled with riddles or danger. And for once, as Gotham's shadows loomed outside, the two of you shared a light-hearted moment—one that, much like any good riddle, was full of delightful mystery.

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