#sirens!edward nygma x reader

[riddle-me-ri]

Riddler boys with an s/o in college who is really smart, but has anxiety and feels like a total screw up and a failure. And reader just wants Riddler to comfort them and help to stop the feelings of drowning and pressure. No, I’m not projecting, and you can’t prove that I am.

a/n: You can’t hide from me anon, I know when someone is projecting when I see it. Especially because I do it too! And this is the exact type of feelings and thoughts that I deal with on a regular basis both when I was in college and even now out of school. So if it helps, I’m projecting too lmao, also although I love him I skipped hush (dcau) eddie cause again, I felt these get a wee repetitive lmao

The Riddlers with an Anxious College Student S/O

Arkhamverse Riddler:

First of all, he’s like…the last person to go to for comfort.

Not only because he’s busy but…he rarely handles his own emotions in a healthy way…

But no matter how much he ignores you…it’s distracting having you all fidgety and self-loathing…

Edward will give you something to do to try and take your mind off of it. 

Yes, that’s right…he’s allowing you to help him…

To be in his workshop, with him, quite a privilege really! You’ll probably learn much more from him than any college course!

Almost tries to talk you out of college altogether. 

You know he’s trying and it does mean a lot to know he trusts you enough to be in his workshop. 

Besides…if the Riddler himself trusts you and thinks you’re smart enough…then you must be!

Reevesverse/Dano Riddler: 

Ah, yeah…he recalled not having the best time in college either. 

Edward went in and got out doing the bare minimum just so he could get a decent job

(so much for that, he bemoans)

You’re so much more than any institution, or grades, or anything like that. 

You’re brilliant, intuitive, and perceptive!

He’s quick to comfort you although you may need to tell him how. 

He’ll offer to hold you and rock you back and forth while rubbing your back

Or he’ll let you bend his ear and just vent your emotions and frustrations, he’s learned that sometimes helps. 

Whatever you need him to do, he’ll do it. 

Gotham Riddler: 

Oh gosh, oh dear…

Unlike Dano Riddler, I have a feeling this Eddie absolutely thrived at university. 

Atleast the educational aspects anyhow. 

But he’s familiar with the feeling of not being good enough, no matter how hard you try. 

He takes you in his arms and begins whispering sweet affirmations in your ear. 

You’re enough, you’re more than enough. You’re the best thing that’s happened to him.

Perhaps you’re just burned out, he notices the bags under your eyes. 

And if you’re struggling you can always come to him for help, regardless of the subject. 

Edward knows how amazing you are, but even amazing people need help every once in awhile. 

BTAS Riddler:

Edward is instantly there for you. 

He holds your hands or shoulders and rubs them with his hands, trying to soothe your nerves. 

He hates to see you this upset, but he can understand reaching a boiling point with your own emotions. 

Eddie lets you let it all out, all your anxieties.

He will likely ask you what you need, if you need advice, comfort, or just his presence. 

He will gladly oblige to whatever you choose. 

Like Gotham Riddler, he’ll offer to help you with your school work

He’ll comfort you with kisses and embraces.

He will sit by your side until you’ve calmed down and will be ready with something to take your mind off your anxieties.  

Zero Year/Cappullo Riddler: 

Again, not exactly the first guy I’d go to for comfort or reassurance. 

Edward will just shrug, not entirely sure why you care what your professors or peers think. 

If anyone’s thoughts should count, it’s his. 

You should feel worthy of yourself because he tolerates you…

That’s him being nice, I told you he’s not the best at this. 

Ed gets confused when you don’t continue the bait to banter. 

He sighs when he sees the absolutely crestfallen look on your face. 

It takes everything he can, but he tells you that you’re special…to him especially…

It takes a certain someone to put up with him, your tenacity, your brightness…that’s all you. 

TWOJAR Riddler: 

Edward honestly doesn’t understand why you choose to go anyway. 

You could easily learn whatever you need to know from him, instead of some dull professor. 

He thinks it’s strange that you let something trivial as school get to you, it’s not like it’s going to last forever, unless you insist of going to get a better degree. 

He tries, he honestly does, but again he just doesn’t understand the big deal. 

You’re clearly smart, you got into that school anyway, and you impress him time and time again. 

Him, you know, The Riddler? You have nothing to prove…this pressure you feel from school is temporary. 

Edward isn’t the best with words of comfort, but somehow the effort he tried to put in is enough to make you feel a little better. 

Gotham City Sirens Riddler: 

Edward was curious why your mind seemed to be somewhere else. 

You also began second-guessing yourself, which wasn’t like you. 

When you admit your insecurities and how you’ve been struggling with your self-worth from college. 

Edward’s perplexed. Really? College courses? 

Why do you care? College is a means to an end. 

You’re obviously really intelligent, almost on par with him.

You often helped him think outside of the box on his more obscure cases.

He didn’t just allow anyone to be his assistant, or to aid him on cases. 

Maybe, he should tell you that more often, but when he tells you it definitely makes you feel warm inside. 

Telltale Riddler: 

Likely frowned upon you attending a university anyway.

But I can see this Edward using it as a means to distract you from interfering with his work.

Also another Ed not to go to for comfort, lmao. 

Doesn’t understand why you put so much pressure on yourself when it’s not necessary. 

Especially for some meager classes. 

He leaves you alone to grovel for a bit, assuming it will pass eventually like such emotions do…

But he realizes that your moping silence is more distracting than when you’re trying to get his attention with affection. 

Edward reassures you that you’re just enough how you are, if you weren’t you wouldn’t be with him now would you?

The comment surprises you, but makes you perk up nonetheless.

Young Justice Riddler: 

Bless him, Eddie gets upset because you’re upset. 

Man is panicking slightly but tries his best to hold it together. 

When you let him in on the growing, heavy pressure building up, and how you feel like a failure…

Eddie’s heart cracks for you. You can’t be serious?

You’re more than enough, you’re not a failure, are you kidding? You’re the glue that holds the team together! You have the best plans!

Screw that school, they’re not worth your attention! 

B-But maybe, you could also be burned out? It’s been a while but, he’s been to school…

Edward nervously offers to help you with your school work, but enforces that it doesn’t have to be like a date or anything. 

His endearing comments and efforts are enough to ease your insecurities, especially in favor to help him with his.

[hxney-lemcn]

Oh to be the receptionist of Gotham City Sirens Riddler 🥰

[soulmatebracket]

Hi ! Could you post a list of who has been submitted so far ? (With the number of submissions for each if possible)

If that's too much work i completely understand and humbly request to know if more that one person (aka me) have submitted Obi-Wan and Anakin

[Disclaimer‼️ Just because a pairing has three or two votes does not mean that they are automatically going into the bracket. Pairings with 1 vote might also make it in if I like them enough. We will not be starting arguments over if they should or should not have made it in.]

Totalling at 235 submissions so far!

Will be in the bracket:

Usagi Tsukino & Mamoru Chiba, Sailor Moon, IIIII (prelims)

Sailor Senji, Sailor Moon, III (prelims)

Link & Zelda, The Legend of Zelda, IIIIIIIII (prelims)

Link & Zelda & Ganandorf, The Legend of Zelda, IIIII (prelims)

Link & Fi, The Legend of Zelda, I (prelims/bc i like this ones)

Inuyasha & Kagome Higurashi, Inuyasha, IIII

Aziraphale & Crowley, Good Omens, IIIIIII

That Guy and Their Cat, Real Life, IIIII

Homura & Madoka, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, IIII

Eleanor Shelstroph & Chidi Anagone, The Good Place, IIIIII

Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk, Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, IIIII

Captain Kirk & Mister Spock, Star Trek, IIII

Naruto Uzumaki & Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto, IIII

Grian & Scar, The Life Series, IIIIII

Submission Box

Three Votes:

Breekon & Hope, The Magnus Archives

The Doctor & The Master, Doctor Who

Xie Lian & Hua Cheng, Heavens Official’s Blessing

Hawkman & Hawkwoman, DC Comics

Doctor Doofenshmirtz & Perry the Platypus

Meliodas & Elizabeth, Seven Deadly Sins

Ash & Pikachu, Pokemon Anime

Two Votes:

Sakura & Syaoran, Cardcaptor Sakura

Wei Wuxain & Lan Wangji, Mo Dao Su Shi, II

Utena & Anthy, Revolutionary Girl Utena

Judai Yuki & Yubel, Yugioh X

FitzChivalry Farseer & Beloved/the Fool, Realm of the Elderlings

Yusuf “Joe” Al Kaysani & Nicolo “Nicky” Di Genova, The Old Guard

Finn the Human & Jake the Dog, Adventure Time

Sakura & Syaoran Li, Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles

Eiji Hino & Ankh, Kamen Rider OOO

Gon Freecss & Killua Zoldyck, Hunter x Hunter

The Entire Cast of Phineas and Ferb, Phineas and Ferb

Harrowhark Nonagesimus & Gideon Nav, The Locked Tomb

Daniel & Luce. Fallen

Gilgamesh & Enkidu, The Epic of Gilgamesh

Kaidan Alenko & Commander Shepard, Mass Effect

Raleigh Becket & Mako Mori, Pacific Rim

Adrien Agreste & Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Miraculous Ladybug

Bebop & Rocksteady, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Katarina Claes & Sophia Ascart, My Next Life as a Villainess

One Vote:

Mieczyslaw Stilinki & Lydia Martin, Teen Wolf

Spiderman & Deadpool, Marvel Comics

Beavis & Butthead, Beavis and Butthead

Obanai Iguro & Mitsuri Kanroji, Demon Slayer

Emma/Melinda & Dimitri/Edred, Unicorn: Warriors Eternal

Dean & Pharm, Until We Meet Again

Kaiou Michiru & Tenou Haruka, Sailor Moon

Zunzite & Zoisite, Sailor Moon

Phoenix Wright & Miles Edgeworth, Ace Attorney

Witch of Delays & Cure Oasis, Tropical Rouge Pecure

John Doe & Arthur Lester, Malevolent

Hani & Hinino Yamato, Hiraeth: The End of the Journey

Dream /Morpheus & Hob Gadling, The Sandman

Adachi & Shimamura, Adachi and Shimamura

Edward Nygma & Oswald Cobblepot, Gotham (2014)

Zelda & Ganondorf, The Legend of Zelda

Reginald Copperbottom & Right Hand Man, The Henry Stickmin Collection

Henry Stickmin & Ellie Rose, The Henry Stickmin Collection

Jonny D’Ville & Gunpowder Tim, Mechanisms

Merlin & Arthur, Merlin

Vash & Knives, Trigun

Siren & Kappa, Castle Swimmers

Ruby & Sapphire, Steven Universe

Om Kapoor & Shanti Priya, Om Shanti Om

Solane & Sym, I Was Teenage Exocolonist

Will Herondale & Tessa Gray & Jem Carstairs, The Shadowhunter Chronicles

Agent 3 & Agent 8, Splatoon 2

James Sunderland & Maria, Silent Hill 2

Macaque & Sun Wukong, Lego Monkey Kid

Tang Sanzang (reincarnated as Tang), Shah Wujing (reincarnated as Sandy), Zhu Bajie (reincarnated as Pigsy), Ao Lie (ancestor of Mei), and Sun Wukong (ancestor of MK), Lego Monkey Kid, Journey To The West

Nadja & Gregor, What We Do In The Shadows

Catherine Foster & The Ghost, Archivist Wasp

Kaworu Nagisa and Shinji Ikari, Neon Genesis Evangelion

Kiryu Kazuma & Majima Goro, Yakuza / Ryu Ga Gotoku

Red & Blue, This is How You Lose the Time War

Church & Tex, Red vs Blue

Rand al'Thor and Ishamael/Moridin, Wheel of Time

Birgitte Silverbow and Gaidal Cain, Wheel of Time

Beryl and Sapphire, Beryl and Sapphire

Kiana Kaslana & Raiden Mei, Honkai Impact 3rd

Banjo & Sento, Kamen Rider Build

Orpheus & Eurydice, Greek Mythology

Odysseus & Penelope, Greek Mythology

Emet Selch & Hythlodaeus & Azem, Final Fantasy XIV

Yona & the Four Dragons (Ki-ja, Shin-ah, Jae-ha and Zeno), Akatsuki no Yona

Akane Kurashiki & Junpei, Zero Escape

Ryo Asuka & Akira Fudo, Devilman

Zagreus & Megaera & Thanatos, Hades

Megatron & Optimus Prime, Transformers

Emma Swall & Killian Jones, Once Upon A Time

Rumplestiltskin & Belle, Once Upon A Time, I Snow White & Prince Charming, Once Upon A Time

Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson

Buttercup & Westley, The Princess Bride

Orchid & the Moon Supreme, Love Between Fairy and Devil

Blake Belladonna & Yang Xiao Long, RWBY

Ozma & Reincarnations, RWBY

Raava/The Avatar Spirit & Wan/The Avatar, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Johnny Silverhand & Vee, Cyberpunk 2077

Newt & The Brain/Alice, Pacific Rim

Dr. Strange & Dr. Christine Palmer, Marvel Comics

Bill & Ted, Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure

Lucifer & God, Abrahamic Religions

David and Jonathan, The Bible

Mickey Mouse & Minnie Mouse, Disney

Cinderella & Prince Charming, Disney

Dean WInchester & Castiel, Supernatural

Essek Theylss & Caleb Widogast, Critical Role

Lup Taako & Barold "Barry" Bluejeans, The Adventure Zone

Taako & Magnus Burnsides & Merle Highchurch, The Adventure Zone

Steve Rogers & James “Bucky” Barnes, Captain America Films

Mane 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Raven & Lloyd Allen, Shaperaverse

Nijigasaki High School Idol Club, Love Live Nijigasaki High School Idol Club

Shinichi Kudo & Ran Mouri, Detective Conan

Kusuriuri & Kayo/Chiyo Nomoto, Mononoke

Shun Shimotsuki & Hajime Mutsuki, Tsukiuta

Nanami Momozono & Tomoe, Kamisama Kiss

Red & The Boxer, Transistor

Yvaine & Tristan, Stardust

Jayfeather & Half Moon, Warrior Cats

Time & Fate, The Starless Sea

Sappo, Fragment 147

Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, Star Wars

Ichabod Crane & Abbie Mills, Sleepy Hollow

Aragon & Arewn, The Lord of the Rings

Will Turner & Elizabeth Swan, Pirates of the Caribbean

Tom & Jerry, Tom & Jerry

Bugs Bunny & Daffy Duck, Looney Toons

Batman & The Joker, DC Comics

Akira Kurusu/Joker & Akechi Goro, Persona 5

Mytho & Ahiru, Princess Tutu

Dazai Osamu & Chuuya Nakahara, Bungo Stray Dogs

Koh & Canalo, Ryusoulger

Gai & Juggler, Ultraman Orb

Sonoi & Momou, Donbrothers

Haruka & Saruhara, Donbrothers

The Scooby Doo Gang, Scooby Doo

[that3nbytrash]

Nothing Special

General Scarecrow x Riddler; 2.9k words

Thank you to @finniestoncrane for being my muse, my mentor, and my beta reader for this fic. What started out as a "oh, how interesting would this be to write lol" quickly turned into "oh God I have written over 10k of smut 😳" and I don't think I would have been able to have the confidence to actually write this if it weren't for Finnie. You should definitely go check out her stuff when you finish reading this! It's really good!!

Hank would like to remind folks: minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: masturbation, handjob, humiliation?, mention of being drunk towards the end (in a memory), desperation, scriddler shenanigans.

::readmore::

Edward Nygma paced back and forth in his lair, unsure of what to do with the flannel left behind by the only person that he could ever consider a friend.

Jonathan had been over just that morning to discuss the recent shipment of carbogen, a crucial ingredient to its signature Fear Toxin. But it left in a hurry, causing it to accidentally leave its favorite flannel behind in Edward's lair.

Which wouldn't be a problem for Edward. If it didn't smell like the one he so desperately lusted for. He couldn't get the scent out of his mind. So when Jonathan left he grabbed the shirt and hid it under his mattress for safe keeping.

But now as he laid on his bed, he wanted nothing more than to put his arms around it and inhale that particular aroma that seemed to always surround the garment. He tossed his phone onto the bed next to him and let out a frustrated sigh.

He hated not knowing what to do.

He'd never felt this way about someone before. He'd previously dated both men and women alike, but they had all been superficial relationships that never lasted. This was different.

And he hated it. Not because it wasn't fun or appealing. No, he adored every little thing about it. There was no denying how much he wanted Jonathan. But the feelings were still so new to him. And so confusing.

The scent taunted Edward as he lay there, trying to center himself before he did something he would regret. His emotions were already getting out of hand. And he really didn't want to deal with the thought of Jonathan right now.

But even the act of trying not to think of Jonathan brought an unwanted smile to his face. He loved being its confidant so much; and he hated being apart from it after a long day of crime. Even if Jonathan wasn't physically there, the smell of it on its flannel called to him like a siren's melody.

He rolled over and buried his head into the pillow, his cheeks burning at the mere thought of Jonathan. Why was he feeling this way? They weren't anything special to each other.

...

...

... Right?

...

... Edward sighed again. He knew deep down that he cared deeply about Jonathan. But could he actually say he loved him? Would Jonathan accept such a claim?

His fingers traced the worn material of the flannel as he thought it through.

Wasn't love just a chemical reaction? A biochemical reaction meant that you felt things for another person, right? So maybe the chemicals inside his body made him feel these things.

But what else could it mean? He was attracted to Jonathan as a person, not a chemical reaction! That didn't seem plausible, either.

What if he was just infatuated with Jonathan as a specimen? Could it happen? He certainly had been drawn to his specimens before, but this was different somehow. It was different with Jonathan. Different and yet, eerily similar.

Edward pulled the shirt to his nose to take another sniff. It definitely smelt like Jonathan; there was no doubt about that. It felt warm on his skin. Comforting. As if nothing bad would happen if he wore it. As if everything was going to turn out okay… and for the first time since coming to this wretched world, he believed it.

Maybe he should wear it. Maybe it would help calm his nerves.

Maybe it would make him fall in love.

Edward slipped the shirt on over his head and smiled as it sat comfortably across his shoulders. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. The sweet smell made his head swim.

It didn't smell like his lab at all. It smelled like a home he didn't have anymore. Like a family he hadn't ever got the chance to be a part of.

This was probably what the scent of it reminded him of. The one he'd been missing.

Edward took a step toward the mirror and stood in front of it with a determined look on his face. He raised his hands and reached out to touch the glass. He pressed his forehead against it, looking directly into the reflection that was staring back.

"Why can't I have you, Jonathan?" he whispered, his voice wavering. "You're my best friend... my only friend..."

Edward took off the flannel and sniffed it again, this time allowing himself to imagine that Jonathan was with him. Holding him close. Kissing him. Edward's heart swelled. He wanted Jonathan. All of him. Every inch.

Edward closed his eyes and leaned against the mirror. He imagined Jonathan was in his arms, kissing him gently, running his fingers through his hair, his hands gliding along his waist, pressing him against the cold surface of the glass. He felt himself getting aroused as he imagined it.

He rubbed his hardening member through his pants as he imagined the feeling of Jonathan's lips upon his own, its tongue exploring every crevice of his mouth, its hips thrusting upwards eagerly, its fingers stroking him slowly, giving him a gentle massage…

Edward moaned softly, letting his eyes slip shut, imagining Jonathan above him. He could practically see those familiar blue eyes gazing down at him. Could almost hear its soft humming and feel its breath fanning across his neck. He could practically smell the mint on its breath as their lips met.

He wanted Jonathan so badly. He needed Jonathan. With every fiber of his being. The thought alone made him ache with need.

Edward's breathing became more ragged with each passing moment, and his erection strained against his pants. He struggled to unbuckle his belt as he imagined Jonathan taking care of him. He tugged open his fly, sliding out of his boxers and shivering at the cool air against his throbbing cock.

The soft fabric of Jonathan's flannel brushed against Edward's thigh. It felt like silk rubbing against his sensitive skin. Edward took off the flannel and palmed his cock through the worn material. His grip tightened as he began to stroke, his vision starting to blur at the edges as he imagined what Jonathan would taste like against his skin. What Jonathan would do to him. How it would feel to be wrapped tightly around Jonathan's cock… how it would ride him hard and fast….

His orgasm was coming faster than he anticipated. He groaned loudly as he came, his dick pulsing as he released his load into the soft fabric that started this mess. The last remnants of his orgasm faded quickly after as he realized what he just did.

"What the hell am I doing!" Edward cried, dropping the cum-soaked flannel onto the ground beside him. He covered his face and let out another frustrated groan as his body tried to cool down.

He felt tears pricking at his eyes as he contemplated the fact that he just lost control. Just let his hormones get the better of him, and his libido led him to act irrationally.

Edward was usually careful and cautious about what he allowed himself to feel. He had to be. Or else he risked destroying his friendship with Jonathan. He couldn't afford to lose that now. Not when they finally had grown to trust each other.

A small knock sounded at the door. Edward didn't move, afraid of who he suspected to be out there.

"Edward?"

Edward froze. Oh shit. He hadn't heard Jonathan return yet, had he?

"Are you in there, Edward?"

Oh fuck, it had come back too soon. He quickly got up, pulled his clothes back on, gathered up the flannel and stuffed it back into the drawer before Jonathan entered.

He saw his friend enter the room, carrying a box labeled 'carbogen' in its arms. Jonathan glanced around the room, its brow furrowing in confusion as it noticed the wet spot on the floor. "What happened here?"

Edward looked down at his feet, guilt pooling in his stomach as he tried to come up with a believable lie. "I.. uh..."

Jonathan placed the bag of groceries on the ground. It approached Edward and grabbed a hold of his arm. "Hey, are you okay?"

Edward nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Jonathan narrowed its eyes and shook its head. "Don't bullshit me. Are you sick?"

"No," Edward replied firmly. "No, I'm perfectly fine."

Jonathan studied him closely, searching for any sign of illness, before releasing his arm and backing up a few steps. "Okay. If you're sure…"

Edward breathed a soft sigh of relief. He could hardly believe how lucky he was that Jonathan didn't question him further.

They stared each other down for a while. Both waiting for the other to say something. To break the awkward tension that hung thick in the air between them. Finally, Jonathan broke it.

"I left my flannel here earlier when I left, and I was wondering if you knew where had I put it?" Jonathan asked.

Edward swallowed hard, knowing full well where he had seen it last. "Uh, no, no I don't."

"How unfortunate, but thank you anyway." Jonathan nodded politely as it turned to leave. But it suddenly stopped in its tracks, turning to face Edward once again. "Wait a minute."

Edward tensed up again. His heart skipped a beat as Jonathan walked back over to him. This was it. Jonathan was going to end their collaboration because Edward couldn't keep himself under control.

Jonathan reached forward and cupped Edward's cheek.

Edward stiffened. His breathing hitched, and he held his breath, waiting for Jonathan to pull away and shout at him for his actions.

Jonathan gave him a small smile. "Thank you, Edward."

Edward's mind went completely blank as Jonathan lifted its thumb up and gently stroked his cheek. Edward shivered and leaned into its hand. It felt good. It felt nice. It felt so nice. He never wanted it to stop.

Jonathan's gaze traveled down to Edward's mouth. It smirked slightly and bent down a little. Before Edward knew what was happening, Jonathan's lips were brushing against his own. Its kiss was soft and gentle.

Edward felt his face redden. Jonathan kissed him deeper, pulling Edward closer by the hip. It tilted its head ever so slightly and ran its tongue lightly against Edward's bottom lip. Edward obliged, parting his lips slightly as Jonathan deepened the kiss.

Edward's arms slid up Jonathan's chest until he wrapped them around its neck. Jonathan placed its hands around Edward's waist, its fingers brushing against his bare skin. Jonathan moved closer. Edward parted his legs slightly, wanting Jonathan to take even more advantage of what little space was left between them. Jonathan smiled into the kiss as it lowered its lips back towards Edward's.

"You know," Jonathan murmured, its voice low and husky. "If we were together, we wouldn't have to hide anything from each other."

"O-oh? What makes you say that-" Jonathan cut Edward off with another kiss. Edward kissed it back, completely unaware of Jonathan reaching into the drawer and pulling out its flannel.

"Have you stolen other things from me for your own pleasure? Or did you just take advantage of me leaving it here? Did you think I wouldn't notice?" Jonathan asked, pulling back just enough to speak.

Edward blinked. "What?"

Jonathan rolled its eyes and grabbed Edward's shirt collar, pinning him against the wall. It then held the flannel against Edward's cheek. "Does this belong to you?"

"No," Edward said quickly. "It belongs to you."

Jonathan sighed and loosened its grip on Edward's shirt collar. "And why is that, Edward?"

Edward's eyes widened. Jonathan knew. Somehow, somehow, Jonathan had found out what he had done. He felt panic rising inside as Jonathan flashed him a sadistic smile. "Did you really think you could hide things from me forever?" it asked mockingly.

"I... I didn't-"

"Shhhh!" Jonathan interrupted, raising one finger to silence him. Edward stayed silent. "You can't lie to me anymore."

"I... I was only..." Edward stammered helplessly, unable to finish the sentence. He didn't dare look into Jonathan's eyes, fearing what he might see there. Fearful that he might find out what a terrible person Edward truly was.

Jonathan smiled again and kissed Edward tenderly. "Don't worry, Eddy boy."

Edward closed his eyes as Jonathan caressed his cheek. He felt Jonathan's warm breath against his ear. "I won't tell anyone."

Edward opened his eyes and gazed into Jonathan's. He could see the sincerity in Jonathan's eyes. He could see the love Jonathan felt for him. And he knew that Jonathan would never betray him. Never.

Jonathan pressed a soft kiss to Edward's forehead. Edward felt Jonathan's lips against his skin as Jonathan slowly eased its way down his forehead. When Jonathan reached his chin, it trailed kisses down to his neck, and then it rested it against his throat for a moment. It lingered there, pressing tiny kisses into Edward's neck. It nibbled at his Adam's apple.

Edward closed his eyes as a small moan escaped his lips.

Jonathan chuckled, running its teeth along Edward's jawline. It continued kissing its way across Edward's neck until it reached his collarbone.

"You taste so sweet, Edward," Jonathan said quietly, taking a few nips of Edward's flesh.

Edward bit his bottom lip and squeezed Jonathan's shoulders. He could feel his arousal building up within him again, threatening to spill over at any second.

Jonathan removed its lips from Edward's neck and trailed butterfly kisses down his chest. Its tongue grazed his skin, causing goosebumps to form all over Edward's body.

"Jonathan," Edward moaned as Jonathan began to trail kisses back up towards his lips. "Please."

"Yes, Eddy boy." Jonathan whispered huskily against his lips, kissing him softly.

Edward reached down and grasped hold of Jonathan's shirt as he guided it to lie down next to him. They fell onto the bed in a tangled mess of limbs. Edward pulled Jonathan closer, desperately trying to close the distance between their bodies. Their kiss deepened, becoming more intense as the need grew greater and greater.

Jonathan's hands roamed over Edward's naked skin and he arched upwards into its touch. Jonathan smiled against his lips and began placing gentle kisses down Edward's jawline.

Edward's legs tightened around Jonathan, pulling it impossibly closer. Edward moaned again, his whole body shaking in anticipation.

"I want you, Jonathan."

Jonathan didn't wait for him to finish his confession before it tugged at Edward's belt. With a quick motion it pushed his pants down his hips. Edward let his knees fall open for Jonathan as it slipped its fingers underneath the fabric of Edward's underwear.

Jonathan took in a sharp breath through its nose as its fingers brushed against Edward's erect cock.

Edward groaned as Jonathan began to play with his member, slowly stroking it with its fingers. Edward's entire body shuddered with every stroke. Jonathan smirked as it brought its hand to the base of Edward's shaft. It massaged it slowly, moving in and out of Edward's length.

Edward cried out in pleasure as it began to pump him. The feeling was incredible.

Jonathan kept working him, rubbing circles in between Edward's thighs with its free hand. A low, lusty growl vibrated through Jonathan's chest, reverberating throughout the room as it continued to stroke Edward relentlessly. Edward clenched Jonathan's hair in his fist, letting out a loud whine from the sensation.

Jonathan finally looked up at Edward with an evil smirk. "You sound like you are enjoying yourself."

Edward nodded eagerly.

Jonathan smirked again and began to stroke harder, faster, sensing how close he was. Edward let out a loud gasp as he came, spilling his seed all over the bed sheets below.

Jonathan's breathing became ragged and heavy as it stared hungrily at Edward's body. It pulled back, looking down at Edward with a smirk. It licked his cum off its fingers, and then licked him clean as it stared into Edward's wide green eyes, which were still glazed over.

Jonathan laid back down beside Edward, their bodies still intertwined. Edward stared up at the ceiling, too exhausted to move or do anything. All he could think about was how nice it felt to have Jonathan's weight over him and how amazing his kisses were. And how much Edward loved having him as close as possible.

After a few minutes of laying there, Jonathan spoke. "Hey," it mumbled. Edward turned his head towards Jonathan. "Do you remember when we first met?"

Edward thought for a moment. "Yeah, we were at the Iceberg Lounge and you were only there to try and find someone to help you get the drugs you needed. And you were drunk off your ass, weren't you? You told me everything was my fault, and that I made you sick."

Jonathan laughed softly. "That sounds about right."

Edward grinned and snuggled further into Jonathan's side, wrapping his arm securely around Jonathan's waist. "So you admit it."

Jonathan shrugged. "Well, yes. That's what alcohol does to us sometimes. But I'm not mad at you, Eddie."

"Hm, maybe you should be."

"Oh really? What makes you think that?"

"Because I was a jerk."

Jonathan chuckled. "Well, yeah, but you're my jerk now. Right, Eddie?" Edward smiled brightly. "Right."

"Now let's sleep," Jonathan said. Edward nodded, closing his eyes.

"Goodnight, Edward."

"Night, Jonathan."

Edward fell asleep in Jonathan's embrace, feeling better than he had in years.

[purplelurkinghini]

(WIP)

Alright, so last September, I began working on a Zero Year Riddler X Reader piece. I almost forgot about its existence until I started scrolling through Google Docs earlier today.

Anyway, enjoy the first 800+ words of since my man and I ain’t together (stormy weather)*

*working title and yet another song lyric

Happy Valentine’s Day!

The sirens wail through the storm as waves of employees crash against the exit doors. You fight against the current as you climb the stairs to the CEO's office. And, while it's not the first time you found him sitting in Philip Kane's throne, you charged in ready to overthrow. 

"What the fuck, Nygma!?"

There is no surprise in his greedy green eyes as he greets you. "We're in the middle of an evacuation. I suggest taking the stairs, seeing as the power’s been-"

"Cut off!" You slam your hands against the surface of the desk. They sting, but not nearly as much as the shameless smirk lining his full lips. "By you!"

Not unlike a lazy tomcat, he lays back in his seat, playing with his ball of red yarn. "We talked about you raising your voice," he chides, wagging one of his long fingers at you. "And about your powers of observation." One foot over the other, he throws his legs up.

"It wasn't part of the plan," you lower your voice into a hiss, all red wrath and black bile. "None of this was part of the plan." 

"Your memory, however," he raises his voice just as his finger freezes into place. "Has its lapses. All of this was part of my plan."

Coming around the desk corner, you push his feet off and pull yourself up. "I was sitting right here," you slam your palms against the surface once more, one hand on each side of your thighs. "Right up here. You let me in on your ploy to play Kane and Wayne against each other."

His finger retracts back into his fist. “No,” he fits his fist under his chin. “You were sitting up there, yes. Your legs, however,” his other fist spreads out, the gloves straining against his spindly fingers. “They were further apart.” Those fingers found your knees and fit themselves between them.

You allow it, the leather leaving goosebumps in its wake. “You asked for my help.” You allow his fingers to trail up your thigh, watch them get swallowed up by your skirt. “You begged for it.”

His hand halts near the source of the heat spreading through your boiling body, melting away all traces of malice. “Sweetheart, you’re remembering it all wrong,” he snickered, a smile stretching like a Cheshire's. With his chair pulling closer and your legs spreading further, he pushed your panties aside. “You were the one begging for it.”

You attempt to swallow a sob, but it’s an adamant one. It gets stuck in your throat and you choke on it. When he lets the strip of elastic snap back into place, you hiccup it out. 

He wipes his tips on your thigh. “This brings back memories.”

You slap his stroking fingers away before striking his face. “It sure does.”

Edward Nygma just has one of those faces. The first time you saw it, your palm stung to smack it. He walked through the walls and stalked the halls, asking you to scratch that itch. Philip Kane had made sure that his CSO was a ghost, off the record, off the grid. Yet, he insisted on being a poltergeist. 

When you caught him creeping around the office, he looked like he had been leering at you through the door. With eyes like his, you shouldn’t have been surprised that he could see through solid surfaces as if they were sheer. And they were staring right through you. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” you hissed, checking the hallway for ears in the wall before closing the door.

“And you should be with Philip,” he swung back and forth in the chair, anchored by the legs atop the desk. “Rolling out the red carpet,” he stuck out his tongue, licking his thumb before turning another page. “The Royal Heir hath returned.”

“Hey, I don't think this welcome party's a good idea either, but he’s made it my job to blow up phones. And balloons.” You huffed, crashing into the chair across from his. “What do we do now?” 

“You’ll continue being his overqualified secretary,” he dropped the files back into the drawer. “And I’ll continue being his unsung strategist.”

Shoving the chair back, you sit up. “The party’s tomorrow.” Each step you take is under his green gaze. “We have to get Bruce Wayne on our side.”

“I’ll get him off the chessboard entirely,” he threw his hands up and joined them behind his head. “It’s already been arranged.” 

“If I don’t know about this change of plans, then Kane doesn’t either.” Dropping your heels under the desk, you sat up on the surface. “What are you playing at, Nygma?”

“My part,” he winked your way and let his feet fall to the floor.  His arms followed, and they landed on his knees. “Why aren't you playing yours, sweetheart?”

[like-rain-or-confetti]

A Fall (Edward Nygma x Reader)

Warning: DARK THEMES

You remembered the world slipping out from beneath you, gasping as the sound of glass shattering rang in your ears. Cold wind billowed around you. After what felt like almost an eternity you heard a crack- and that's all you remembered.

When you are woke up, you were in hospital, your body ached dully and you noticed your arm in a cast. "Hi there." Your eyes slowly travelled to a woman wearing a blue nurses uniform. "You're in Gotham's hospital, you had an accident and were in a coma for five weeks." As soothing as her voice was, those words were the introduction to your hell. It took many more weeks for your ribs and the rest of your bones to really heal. After that, it was back to the job with Batman. You wanted to believe everything was back to normal but it was far from it. You couldn't tell anyone about your dreams of Edward Nygma- the Riddler. You knew you had secret meetings with him but the unforgivable thing was your strong feelings for him. It was simply playing both sides and it disgusted you.

When Edward saw you again, his heart nearly exploded in his chest. There you stood, gear and all, alongside Batman staring up at the billboard screen. Two words barely escaped his mouth. "You're okay..." You looked at Batman before back at the Riddler. Batman was tapping away on his screen. Riddler suddenly looked up and swore. "Don't you dare! He's tracking us! Shut everything down!" The screen immediately went black. "He seemed surprised to see me." You said to Batman who was silent for a moment. "He was the one that pushed you." "What!?" "I got the general area but I suggest we split up to cover more ground." He said quickly, ignoring your question. You nodded. "I'll head around the iceberg lounge first, work my way to the power station. You take the other side?" Batman nodded and took flight. You were surprised he bought the idea, even more surprised that he didn't seem to notice that you had a gun unless he said nothing about it. You had spent weeks trying to figure out what happened that night and you were going to find out. Someone was going to tell you everything and it was clear Batman wouldn't be the one, that left you with only one person left. You had been looking around for twenty minutes, gun hidden away. Everything looked normal, quiet even. It made you feel uneasy but a part from that, there was no sign of danger.

Another five minutes passed and you felt a hand cover your mouth and another lock across your arms. You tried to kick free but to no avail. This person was taller and stronger than you and had clearly had experience. He dragged you inside an empty office building and into an elevator. You tried to struggle against him but he didn't budge and had even let you to press the button for the top floor.

You stomach dropped when the doors opened to see across the room was Edward Nygma. He wasn't wearing his usual smug smirk but instead his eyes staring into yours intently- a thumb to his lips in thought. "I didn't think he'd have you out on duty so quickly." "Yeah, well, I'm persistent." Edward cracked a small smile. "That you are." "What happened that night?" "What do you remember?" Edward asked quickly. "Not much, it's more destabilizing than you'd think so tell me." Your eyes narrowed on him. "You're being very hostile, my dear. What has you so worked up? It's just us in here." "Don't do that. Not after that night, I want to believe there was a reason for everything but the more pieces I remember, the more I hear, the more it doesn't make sense." He tilted his head. "I think you're confused...I'm a little confused myself at the moment." You felt your body begin to shake. He wouldn't give you the answers that you couldn't wait for any longer.  "I-I didn't want to do this." You stammered, your demeanor changing from hostile to the verge of tears. It made Edward's face contort to worry. 

You pulled out the gun from under your top and that was when Edward took a step forward and chose his words very carefully. "What are you doing with that?" "Wrong question." You said stiffly. Edward thought for a moment. "Why do you have that?" "I don't get it. I woke up, I had to piece everything together but I can't understand why I fight for the good in Gotham yet I have feelings for you. I'm playing both sides and I feel disgusted with myself. I thought it would clear up but it hasn't and no one will tell me what happened." You looked down at the gun, a test rolling down your cheek, voice shaking. "Am I a bad person, Ed?" "No- far from it and don't let anyone convince you otherwise. You've done things because you had to. That doesn't make you a bad person. You wouldn't hurt anyone it anything. It's just as admirable as it is frustrating for some one like me." "I remember so much about us, yet most of it feels like it was a dream. I don't know what I've made up and what was real. I don't know if we were together. I don't understand how what I remember fits in with you pushing me out that window. I don't know why you would." Edward's jaw dropped. "You-You think I'm capable of pushing you out a window? Despite everything you mean to me?" Edward looked hurt and taken aback. "I don't know!" You cried out. "I don't remember anything of that day and I don't remember how much I mean to you. I don't know if you would." "I wouldn't." Edward shook his head. "I couldn't." He outstretched his hand. "Just give me the gun and I'll tell you what happened, alright?"

After a moment, you slowly lowered the gun and allowed him to take it. He tossed it away and immediately pulled you into him, holding you in a tight grip and making you look at him. You could see how distressed Edward was, a piece of your remembering that Edward is never like this. He never showed vulnerability. “He was hurting me, and you were trying to protect me.” Edward said said weakly. "You tried to stop him but couldn't." Edward took a deep breath. “You got reckless, you got stupid, and you fell out of the window. It was an accident.”

"Stop! Batman, stop!" You yelled as Batman knocked Edward to the ground with another punch as blood ran down from Edward's nose. You came in between the two as you tried to reason with Batman. "You're taking this too far! Enough!" "Get back, (Y/N)!" "No! My job is to make sure people stay safe and now I have to protect him from you. Listen to me, damn it! This is too far!"

Batman yanked you out the way. Being a hero wasn't about beating the villains to near death. It was about giving people hope and showing compassion to everyone, even those who don't deserve it. Being in love with Edward had nothing to do with it. This was about doing the right thing. You tried to interfere again but was stopped by Batman who lightly pushed you back. Edward trying to tell you to stay back, holding out his hand. However, panic was rushing through you. The light push could have been a little lighter as you staggered back, your leg getting caught against the low down coffee table which in turn made you fall back. The world slipped out from beneath you. You gasped as the sound of shattered glass rang in your ears. Immediately feeling the cold, billowing around you.

Edward cried out when he saw you fall, back first out the window. The glass shattering and he was immediately hit with cold air. Batman rushed to the open window but by then it was too late. You had landed and blood was oozing out from a the back of your head. There were screams and Edward couldn't tell how long it had been before there were sirens.

"I was long forgotten by the bat after that. I couldn't see you but a part of me is glad of that. I don't think I could ever see you like that. You were pronounced dead in the ambulance, for two minutes but you came back. When I found out you were alive, I sat down and cried. You were in a coma but there was a chance you'd wake up and knowing you, that's all you needed. I was right, here you are. You defied odds that were against you." Edward finished. "Then why...all of this...? Why did he tell me you did that?" A tear ran down your cheeks, unable to hold your hurt and your composure. It was awful how even weeks after the fall, you still felt the pain. "Because he doesn't want you to see me, my dear." Ed whispered, wiping a tear from your cheek and rubbing his thumb over your cheek one. "Listen to me, I can tell you everything you want to know. I can help you, if you let me. Just please, don't do this again. Promise me you'll call if you ever feel like this again. Please?" Edward pulled you closer to kiss your forehead, forcing himself to move away from your lips. You weren't ready for that, even if you weren't so sure. He was. "Please, promise me." He whispered, your head leaning against his shoulder, his hand on the back of your head. You nodded, another few tears falling.

[diigbydog]

you answered my riddle

Riddler (x Female!reader?) oneshot 

word count: 1842

A/N: hi guys! this is my first time writing ed, and first in a long time writing a fic, so i am looking forward to what you all think! i hope you all enjoy! it dosnt get very romantic but there is scenes of tension and implied interest! i may do a follow up if people want one!

It had been a normal day at the club. It was around 9pm on a friday night and the club was packed with patrons, tables were full and the dancefloor was lively. I had worked there for around 3 months now and every day was the same, different people but same routine. My colleagues are nice, and we tend to joke about particularly extravagant customers. The customers usually behaved themselves, even the criminal ones. A local band was playing on stage, they were better than most acts we've had in the past, But unfortunately they were interupted by 3 loud gunshots coming from backstage.

Suddenly, four armed men wearing masks charged onto stage pushing the performers onto the dancefloor  "Alright, everyone stay where you are! dont move!" one of them demanded as he pointed his gun to the ceiling and let off a few more warning shots. Their guns turned to the crowd of terrified gothamites. A chuckle could be heard, followed by "good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Im afraid tonights entertainment has been altered slightly!" I focused on the figure walking onto stage, it was a tall man in a stunning green suit and black bowler hat, the riddler, without a doubt. "- you're all going to be my entertainment now!" He chuckled into the microphone. I hadnt moved from the spot i was in when the first gunshot was fired. I couldnt seem to move yet my eyes were fixated on him. He continued to spew his selfcentered nonsense, carelessly waving around the pistol in his hand "now i dont want to hurt any of you lovely people, but im affraid unless the bar staff give me all of the cash out of the register, oh and answer my riddle, well you will all have to die, and we dont want that now, do we?"

I felt my heart beat faster as he jumped off the stage and started to carve a path through the crowd, directly towards me, one of his masked goons following close behind, empty  cloth bag in hand. As he got closer i slowly raised the empty tray, that i was holding, to my chest, clutching it with both hands. A smirk spread accross his face as he pointed the gun at me and purred "c'mon now dear. Dont keep me waiting." 

Nodding, i backed up towards the bar, placing the tray down next to the register. Riddler hopped up and sat on the countertop, speaking once again into the microphone as i opened the cash register and stepped aside to let the goon do his work. "Now whilst this lovely young lady is getting my money. Lets see if any of you can answer my riddle! Three tries to get it right! and if you dont?" Another gunshot into the ceiling. 

By this time it was just plain irritating, so i plucked up some courage and interupted before he sould announce his riddle "Y'know riddler if you wanna leave here alive you might want to stop shooting the bloody ceiling, it'll fall down before you've finished running your mouth" i instantly regreted speaking as his head spun violently to stare at me, a look of suprise on his face. I could see his teeth grinding, as if he wanted to say something horrible, but he just smiled sarcastically and muttered "thanks for the heads up, darling," 

  "now where was i, ah yes! my riddle!" he said, slowly turned his head back to the crowd "A most delicious thing, it can be given but cannot be kept. Some awake from it after they've slept. It is the moistest and softest butterfly wing, But when it is the last even it can sting." 

He looked at the faces of the crowd. Confused, fearful, and contemplating their careful answers, whispering between eachother. I watched as the masked man took out the last of the cash from the register. The riddle wouldnt stop repeating in my head. As I looked to the crowd to see if anyone had an answer, a man stood up and raised his hand. "You sir! What may your answer be! Remember, you all only get three tries!"

"Cake? The answer is cake." The man stuttered "its delicous and soft. But can be bitter if its a leaving present!" 

The riddlers face turned from an amused smirk to pure anger "NO!" He widely strode over to the man who had now fallen to his knees in fear "CAKE?! WHO WAKES UP DUE TO CAKE?!" I look away as he strikes the man over the head with the base of his gun, knocking him out.

Riddler brushed himself off, sighing in frustration, slowly striding back to the counter, making eyecontact with me. I felt deep down that i knew the answer, and i couldnt let these people die, i could wait until someone else goes to answer, but then if i was wrong i would have to watch him shoot up the building, atleast if i got this wrong he would knock me unconcious. so i timidly raised my hand. 

"so, you think you know the answer, 'ey?" He grinned as he leant over the counter, resting his hands under his chin. 

"Yes. I think i do." "Well then, please, " he continues to repeat his riddle once more, making sure to emphasise each word of importance. "what. am. i?" "a kiss. Thats my answer, a kiss" 

a long pause ensued as he turned round, straightening himself up and adjusting his hat. i felt as if i couldn't breath, i had no idea what would happen if i was wrong. then he spoke up.

"well, you are all safe, congratulations!" i let out a relieved sigh, i could breath again. Police sirens could start to be heard in the distance, riddler and his men start to head back to the stage "aaaand that is our call to go boys! I bid you all farewell! sorry for the inconvenience" And with that, riddler and his goons dissapeared backstage.

-1 week later-

Everything was back in order. The ceiling had been fixed and our doors were open once again. The only thing that was different was that the manager provided all employees with switchblades, for self defence of course. 

Today it was my job to clean out the storage room(aka the basement). we store everything down there, from non perishable food to extra seating, and it was my turn to organise it. "Now where to start" i muttered to myself, deciding after some contemplating to start with the largest items and making my way to the smaller ones. 

Around 2 hours into my mission, i heard the door to the basement creak open, i thought nothing of it as it was probably one of my co-workers looking for a new chair, it wasnt uncommon for a customer to request an extra one. But as the footsteps got closer i realised i didnt recognise the click of heels on the stone floor (no one i work with wears heels, were on our feet all day, why would we suffer through heels!) Fearing the worst i grabbed my blade out of my back pocket and turned round, pointing it at the unknown figure.

As i focused, i realised that edward nygma, the riddler, had returned once again. Although this time, instead of his dazzling green suit, he was sporting some matte black heeled dress shoes, fitting black trousers, a shirt with rolled up sleves and a form fitting waistcoat. Not to mention the extravigant black tie, deccorated with green question marks.

"Riddler" i shakily said, standing my ground as he walked towards me, stopping just infront of the blade i was holding . 

"Hello again-" he glanced down, his hands reaching up to gently prise the blade out of my hand, admitely i was not fighting back, i was far too intimidated to fight back. "Thats enough of that. Im not here to harm you, y'know" he said, in a somewhat comforting tone. I took one step back, distancing myself as he was admiring the blade "atleast your boss isnt cheap, this is a nicely made knife" he looked up at me "now, if i give you this back, you promise to calm down?" He softly asked, gently holding the now closed switchblade out to me. 

I hesitated, but nodded and accepted his offer, letting out a small sigh as i put the blade back into my pocket.  Riddler calmly sat down on a nearby chair, crossing his legs, making himself comfortable "Now, isnt that better" he smiled. I stay silent. "you can talk yknow, im not going to bite!" "I just still dont quite understand why you are here..." i paused, not knowing how to reffer to him "Please, call me edward" "right, edward, why come back alone?" "well, to see you of couse!" "but....why? that dosnt explain anything" "you answered my riddle, plus, ive been fascinated with you since you started working here." me? yes i have seen edward in our club with oswald cobblepot in the past, and i have served him but fascinated? "well...im flattered, i really am, but fascinated? how?"

"well ive never seen you loose your temper, even with oswald and his demands, its quite impressive" he explained, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees "i wandered if you would tell me more about yourself?" i smiled and blushed, slowly starting to get back to my work, talking as i go "im afraid there isnt much to tell, im not that interesting, deffinately not compared to you and your company" 

Ed pulled himself out of his chair to stand close besides me, handing me a fork to add to my pile "oh quite the contrary, anyone with saint's patience like you must have something interesting to tell" looking up into his eyes i saw the determination he had to make me talk, i knew we couldnt talk here, there was too much risk, considering the camera that was placed in the far corner of the room, currently not capturing eds presence. i turned my body to face him as i took the fork out of his hand, thumb slightly brushing his fingertips.

"well,ed, if you really want to know more, i think we should meet some other time, im sure you wouldnt want anyone knowing you were here, would we?" i said, gesturing over to the camera. 

His face dropped as he realised the risk "i suppose you are right, give me a time and place and i'll be there." 

"wow, you are determinded, aren't you? fine, meet me near the lake in the park, tomorrow at 7:30, deal?" i cannot belive i just suggested that. "we have a deal. i shall see you then" i cannot belive he just agreed to that. and with that, he skipped up the stairs, 2 steps at a time, stopping at the top to turn round, smirking at me once more before shutting the door behind him. 

Until then, Mr.nygma.

[j-diamond]

Notice Me (Nygma x Reader x Zsasz)

  “Yes, she loves you.” He says rolling his eyes.   “Well she likes me more than you.” He says smirking, “I mean look at you. You’re an assassin.”   “And you’re a riddling freak.”   “No one can love the loveless.”   “And no one wants to love somebody who killed their last lover.” He shows a quick grin then continues to straight face him.   “Well I, unlike you, know how to find my way into a girl's’ heart.” Nygma says smirking. Zsasz raises his eyebrow,   “You? I highly doubt that.” He says, almost laughing, “Yes, of course. Nygma the love expert.”   “Are you guys still fighting over my cousin?” A female voice says. They turn around, finding Tabitha in the doorway, “You realize she doesn’t like, let alone, know either one of you. I highly even doubt that she even knows you exist.”   “Ha. Ha. Ha.” Edward says, “Very funny Tabitha.”   “How about we place a wager then?” She says, smirking., “Who ever she notices first this week wins. And if she notices neither one of you at all. I win.”   “This should be easy.” Edward says, “If all we have to do is get her to notice us. How-”   “What’s on the line?” Zsasz asks, “What are we betting here.”   “Simple.” Tabitha says as she pulls out a folder.

Monday

   “So,” Tabitha says walking over to her desk,    “What do you want?” Y/n asks looking through files, “I’m a bit busy here. If you hadn’t noticed.”    “Don’t you have time for your dearest cousin?” Tabitha asks, sprawling herself over y/n’s desk. Y/n stops her work and looks at Tabitha.    “Fine.” She says as she kisses her cheek, “What do you want?”    “I want you to come to The Sirens. You should really meet Barbara. You’d love her. I just know it.” She says smiling at you.    “Sounds fun, you know, going to a club owned by psychos.” You say, making her frown    “Barbara and I are not-”    “Psychos? Yes, you are. So am I, and so was Theo. Oh well.”    “Don’t-”    “I’ll be there. I just have to finish-” you say when you’re cut off by the knocking on the door, “You need to go. You’re not supposed to be here.” She smirks and runs to the door, and before you can stop her, she sticks her head out,   “Y/n’s not here currently. I was waiting on her also.” She says lying.   “Well, give these to her.” a voice, you don’t recognize, says.   “Okay. Better luck next time Nygma.” She says, smirking.   “Who was that?” you ask walking up to her,   “No one. He wanted to give you these.” She says handing you papers. She sees something on top and snatches it.   “Tabby. Give me the paper.” You say holding your hand out,   “No.” she says, “If you come to the club you can get it.” She then jumps out the window. You sigh, there was no way you were getting it back.

Tuesday

  “Eeeeeeeee!”A voice screams, “You actually came!” You look at Tabitha and roll your eyes,   “Yes. Yes I did. Now don’t make me regret it.”   “B-but-”   “Wow. I’ve never seen this side of her before. I would know, I have seen All of her.” A voice says from behind you. Turning around, you see a woman, about your height.   “You must be the infamous Barbara Kean.” You say smiling   “Indeed.”   “Y/n L/n.” you say as you shake her hand. You turn around to see Tabitha, having completely changed her attitude. Going from her usually childish self to her now dominatrix like self. You smirk, “I’m little Tabby's older cousin.” You hug her as if she was a little kid, embarrassing her. Barbara smiles, and you smile back. You were gonna be great friends.

   “That was actually quite fun.” You say smiling with your cousin. As you’re walking you run into Gordon, who is-as usual, running.    “Y/n. Just the person I need. I need you to hold off Zsasz, so I can make it back to GCPD.” He says and hands you his gun.    “Who?” you ask taking off your heels.    “The person shooting.” He says as he limps behind a truck. You turn to Tabitha,    “Go back to the club. You don’t need to be in this crossfire.”    “And neither do you. You’re not GCPD.”    “Gordon’s my friend.”    “You’re my cousin.”    “Fine. You know where you need be.” you say as she runs to a roof. Gun shots start, and you cover Gordon as he runs to GCPD and Tabitha covers you. You don’t see the person shooting, but you knew you shot him, because you heard him curse, right before he ceased fire. Wednesday   “You’re messing with it. That’s not fair.” Edward says as he approaches the two.   “Life’s not fair.” Tabitha says, unamused.   “And Gordon almost had me shoot her.” Zsasz says, angrily.   “Not my fault. You play your way and I’ll play mine.” Tabitha says, as she smirks and begins to leave, “Remember; Sunday’s the last day.”

  A loud thump in your living room, stirs you in your sleep. The sound of glass breaking, wakes you up. The sound of a gunshot jolts you out of bed. There was an intruder, you knew it. Slowly opening your drawer, you pull out your pistol. Checking for people, you slowly walk out of your room and into the hallway. As you walk down the stairs, you hear the sound of shuffling. You peer over the corner and see a tall man. He wore all black and had no hair on his head, or at least the back of his head. Which is all you saw.   “You’ll make sure not to upset the boss again.” One of them say. The one limping on the floor nods his head. You watch quietly, trying to understand what was going on. As the tall one points the gun at the limping one, your eyes lock, sending a chill down your bones. You quickly hide behind the wall, trying not to be seen. “Who’s there?” a voice calls, “Is there another one?” you hear the sound of loud shoes hitting the ground. You could only guess it was the tall one, considering the stride of his steps were normal. Calculating how far you were from the nearest exit, you realize you had to do what you used to do. So you did the only thing you knew how to do well; without looking, you shoot randomly, and run to the nearest window and jump.

  “So, you’re gonna stay with me now?” Tabitha asks   “Sure.” you say thinking, “Or I could stay with Gordon.”   “You’re staying with me.” She says as she leaves the room, “I’m making some cocoa. You want some?”   “Yea.” you say as you sit there, recent events playing in your mind, “Where’s the phone this time?”   “In the garden.” you shake your head. Tabitha had a habit of carrying the phone around in every conversation, so it had never stayed in the same place. You get up and walk to the garden and call your boss,   “Hello?” a voice asks, you stare into the phone, trying to identify this voice, “HELLO?” You blink rapidly, the voice having pulled you out of your thoughts,   “Sorry, hectic night.”   “.... I’m sorry, who is this?”   “This is Y/n. Where’s Mayor Cobblepot?”   “In a  meeting, why?”   “I was just calling to let him know I won’t be going to work for about a week.”   “Okay. I’ll let him know.”   “Kay. Thanks.” You almost hang up when you hear him call your name, “Yes?”   “Y/n I was wondering if” he says as then pauses, “Did you want to go out for dinner?”   “I’m sorry, but who is this?”   “Oh silly me. I’m N-” his sentence is cut short by the shouting of your name,   “I’m sorry, but I gotta go.” you hang up, never getting his name. Walking into the living room, you smile, having noticed Barbara, “Well… This outta be fun.” You sit down on the couch and grab a glass of wine.   “CHEERS!”

Thursday

  “So Y/n.” He says smiling,   “What?” you ask smiling also.   “I know you hate it, but just think about it. We could be together.”   “You already know how I feel about that.”   “Yeah, but you’re just so good.”   “But i’m not a good person.”   “That means nothing. All the best people are crazy.”   “Who said I was crazy?”   “The way you were last night.”   “Wow. Playing that card are we?”   “I’m just saying. We’d be the best. No one could stop us.”   “Except for the fact that most people don’t like me.”   “Screw most people.”   “No thank-you. I’m not that kind of girl.” You say, almost laughing. He looks at you, and smiles,   “Fine. But as your best friend, I am asking you to do it for me.” he says making a heart with his hands. You push him off the couch.   “Fine.” he looks at you, eyes wide with shock,   “Really?”   “Yes.” you say rolling your eyes at him. He smiles largely,   “I’ll go down to the station-”   “So help me Gordon. If anything happens…” you say grabbing his arm, letting him know.   “It’ll be fine. You’ll make a great addition. Detective Y/n, it has a nice ring to it.” He says as he puts on his shoes and opens the door, “Oh and thanks for last night. The amusement park was a blast.”   “Glad you liked it. Because I’m banned from it.”   “Not surprised. Ms. “I’m a rage gamer”. So much rage.” He says emphasizing, i'm a rage gamer. You roll your eyes yet again,   “Bye Gordon.”   “Bye Y/n.” he says as he leaves. You sigh. Now you were a detective. Great…

Friday

   “Hey Y/n.” Harvey says as he passes you.

  “Hey partner.” you say as he double takes.   “Gordon. I think she’s trying to steal your job.” he says in a low voice, but loud enough for you to hear.   “No Harvey. She’s actually a detective now.”   “Did you lose a bet or something. Cause I remember when we went out for drinks and you said you’d never become a cop in any way, shape, or form.”   “No Harvey. I just decided to, under the influence of Jimmy of course.”   “I knew it. What are you using to blackmail her?”   “The, “I’m your best friend” shtick.”   “Shame on you Jim. Shame.”   “It seems like you’re always hunting this guy.” You say as you run with them.   “Well he is The hit man owned by the biggest crime boss of Gotham.”   “And you guys have not managed to kill him yet?”   “Considering, we’re always trying to save our assess? No.”   “I see why.” You say as you evade an almost fatal bullet. You run across shooting and motion for them to to do the same. They follow suit and you three move your way closer to the target.   “Y/n! WATCH OUT!” Gordon yells, and you turn around to find darkness. You loose consciousness.

   “I didn’t know what to do…”    “So you kidnapped her!?”    “Yea…”    “Does Penguin even know?”    “No…”    “You have failed. Get out, before I tell Penguin.” you knew those voices. Images and sounds play in your mind.    “Phone, and house break.” you whisper quietly, grabbing their attention. You hear footsteps, and immediately became quiet.    “We should go…” The phone guy says in a hushed tone. Their footsteps grow softer and you can hear a creak of a door.    “Y/n should never know that we were the ones who did it…” The house break guy says as he shuts the door. You frown, beginning to think of a way to escape.    The sound of gunshots wakes you yet again. You look around only to realize, you were still tied up. Fatigue catches you again, and you unwillingly fall asleep.

Saturday

   “Y/N!!” Someone yells. Your head perks up. You listen closely to wear it had come from; Outside. You stand up, and fiddle your way around the room. You had woken up blind. Well temporarily blind at least. You had drunken some kind of drug given to last night and woke up blind.    “Hello?” You ask out into the darkness.    “Y/N!” the voice yells, “I’M OVER HERE!” you walk towards the voice, and hit a wall. You just sit there, waiting. Waiting to be found, waiting to see. Just waiting. Hands grab your shoulders ripping you from your thoughts and you scream.    “No no no no. Shhhhhhh!” the voice says, “I’m here to get you out.”    “Who are you?” you ask frantically, “Did Tabitha or James send you?”    “No. I’m just a good samaritan, you could say.”    “That’s good to know. I’m Y/n.”    “I’m Edward, but people call me Ed.”    “Ed, where are we going?” you ask as you hold his hand, carefully following him.    “Wherever you want. At least once we get out of here.”    “There you are Ed!” a voice calls. You turn towards the voice, but of course, see nothing.    “Victor. I thought you left,” Ed says, in an almost hostile tone.    “Ed. You know we stick together. We’re a team.”    “But Vic-”    “Who’s this lovely lady?” Victor asks, cutting Ed off.    “This is Y/n. I’m helping her escape.”    “Ah. Ah. Ah. Ed, I told you about teamwork. We are helping her escape.” he says, and you hear a faint grumble.    “Here, drink this. This should help with your blindness.” He gives you a drink and you blink a couple times. Nothing happening.    “Ed, i’m still blind.” you say giving him back the cup.    “Yea, you’ll get your sight back in the next few minutes.” he says, then you hear shuffling.    “Do you know who kidnapped you?” Victor asks    “Yea. It was a hit man named Zsasz. He’s bald, and that’s all I know.”    “That sucks.” he says, in an almost sad tone,    “But at least we rescued you. Who would’ve known what he could’ve done. He could’ve raped you. Who knows?” Ed says in an almost playful tone. You hear the sound of a punch and you could only assume they were fighting.

    “So where are we going next?” You ask as you look up to find that neither one of your saviors were there. You had just gotten your eyesight back and right after you had told them you could see some stuff they had taken you to the amusement park. Now that you could see fully, you could see that they were gone.   “Sorry.” a voice says after having ran into someone. You look up to see a tall man with nice black hair, brown eyes, and black glasses. He looks at you, eyes wide, and starts coughing. He shakes his head as he walks away coughing. You shrug and start walking home to Tabitha. She’d be very interested in knowing how you day went.

Sunday

  “I don’t like this.” Y/n says as they rig her up.

  “Well considering you’re the closest thing we have to getting information from him.”    “And why is that Jim?” Harvey asks joining the conversation,    “Well didn’t you hear about it?”    “No. What?”    “She went on a date with a hitman and a cop killer.”    “Wow. She must feel really mortified by that.”    “Oh shut up!” you say, and both of them laugh, “I was blind.”    “No excuse.” Jim says as he reloads his gun, “Now get stepping. You have a date to go on.” You roll your eyes and leave the GCPD with Jim and Harvey.

   “Tabby!” you yell up the stairs. You walk up the stairs hearing her voice, but then you walk slowly hearing more than just her voice,    “She actually did notice me,” a voice you identify as Ed says.    “More than just the ‘rescue’? Because I don’t believe that counts. She won’t be able to identify you on the streets or even when she sees you. Besides I should count this as invalid. Being that you blinded her and all.”    “But it wasn’t just me. Zsasz is the idiot that kidnapped her.”    “You kidnapped my cousin!!” Tabitha whisper shouts    “An accident.” A voice, you identify as Victor says, “She happened to be with Gordon. The one I actually meant to kidnap.”    “That’s no excuse. Once you realized it was her you should’ve returned her.” Tabitha says    “It was Nygma’s idea to keep her.”    “Was not.”    “Was to.”    “Was not.”    “Was to.”    “Was-”    “I DON’T FUCKING CARE WHOSE IDEA IT WAS. YOU KIDNAPPED MY COUSIN AND EXPECT TO ME TO SHOW SYMPATHY!?” she says yelling, “That’s it.” her voice dripping with venom, “That deal we had; is off. ANd as for you two-”    “You’re under arrest.” You say swinging open the door. And before the three can react you shoot all three of them. Shocked by what you had done Tabitha looks at you, plead in her eyes, before collapsing. One by one, they all fall to the ground and Gordon walks in.    “Y/n…” he says wearily.    “Don’t worry,” you say pulling out your ammo, “Sleeping darts.”

[riddle-me-ri]

A/N: Whelp, the results are in, and the vast majority of you guys voted to how the Rogues will react to a reader refusing to reciprocate their affections. When I tell you it was hard to narrow down the title to fit the header image lmao but I hope it still makes sense! Starting up first with the Riddlers...duh and the rest will follow shortly I promise! Hope you guys enjoy! And thanks so much for voting again!

Reader Ignores The Riddlers' Affections

Arkhamverse Riddler: 

Listen, I don’t think it’s even worth it to see his reaction. 

He’s not that big on affection as it is. 

Now that you finally somehow warmed him up to the idea…

You’re gonna tease him? 

Really?

You know this isn’t…normal for him

Why give him a hard time??

FINE, be that way…it’s not like he enjoys your hugs or kisses anyway…absolutely stupid.

(not really, please don’t ignore him)

There’s no point in mentioning that miniscule sigh of relief he lets out when you kiss his cheek. 

He will never admit to it.

Reevesverse/Dano Riddler: 

He’s going to immediately think he’s done something wrong. 

Did…did he do something wrong?

Oh, gosh…did he forget a birthday? Anniversary? Holiday?? No..he couldn’t have..

You’re always so forthcoming with your hugs and kisses.

At the very least, you always reciprocated. That’s how Edward knew he was…doing it right.

Like many Riddlers on this list, this is new to him. 

Please don’t tease him too harshly

Man’s will get mad confused and flustered. 

You have to be as quick to apologize and comfort him. 

Kiss him until your lips are numb and your arms are falling asleep.

And please don’t do it again

Gotham Riddler: 

Are you upset? Has your mind drifted to something else? 

He puts his hand on your shoulder or taps you lightly. 

Okay, you acknowledged him, he gives you his signature tight lipped smile.

He leans in and gives you a peck on the cheek

After a pause he taps his own cheek.

You’re supposed to return it…don’t shrug and walk away!

This leads Ed to anxiously ramble about every decision he made that day, apolgizing for each one, cause clearly you’re mad. 

The only way to get him to shut up is to kiss him. 

Tell him he’s fine, you were only messing with him. 

He’s relieved but, please, don’t do that again. 

BTAS Riddler: 

Ed loves to give you adoring kisses on the cheek and sweet hugs. 

It’s quite routine, whenever he first sees you, either in the morning or in a new room he does it. 

You always return the gesture. 

So he’s taken aback when you blatantly ignore him. 

At first he wants to think you were distracted about something, or something is wrong.

When you remain steadfast, he becomes flustered. 

However, the minute you see his face fall, you can’t keep it up. 

You hug him and kiss him back, surprising him.

You apologies giggly, saying you only meant to tease him a tad.

You both agree you took it a bit too far. 

You promise not to do it again…for now with a kiss. 

Zero Year/Capullo Riddler: 

Ugh fine, whatever. 

Don’t come crying to him when he leaves. 

You should’ve taken his affections when you had the chance. 

He doesn’t have to stick around, kiss your cheek or hand, wrap his arm around you.

Nope, he just did it cause he knew you liked it. 

(also knew it’d give him brownie points to your pants later)

Although that’s likely the reason you stopped returning his gestures in the first place. 

Is it so hard to actually be romantic without expecting something? 

Likely the only Riddler where you hold out from returning ANY affection for the longest. 

It takes awhile, but Ed eventually becomes to frustrated and pent up. 

The moment he admits you may have a point or better yet, he may be so torn up to apologize. 

You return the praises, kisses, and caresses. 

You will never forget the absolute sparkle in his green eyes. 

Twojar Riddler: 

Edward is taken aback.

He too tries to think if he’s done something to piss you off. 

Yet, when you don’t give him a straight answer, he’s likely to pick up on the fact you’re just teasing. 

Well, two can play at that game. 

What once started as a means to get him to grovel to his knees towards you…

Winds up being an almost two week long challenge to see who yearned more for the other. 

Who wins is totally up for debate. 

Regardless whoever wins or loses…you both get yours in the end. 

Gotham City Sirens Riddler: 

Ed cringes, but sighs in exhausted defeat. 

He’s already assumed your cross with him because he has been neglectful. 

Things have been crazy busy at the office, case after case…

And you both know he can’t afford to say no to too many of them. 

When you turn your head from his lips and don’t get off the couch to hug him. 

He already knows your hurt, and already sets the wheels in motion to make things right. 

Eddie almost breaks your heart when he outright apologizes if he’s been neglectful of you. 

You instantly go to him, wrap your arms around him and shake your head. 

Insisting that it wasn’t him, you were just teasing, he hadn’t done anything wrong. 

Now you’re the one apologizing, not realizing how good of a front you put up. 

All is forgiven in the end, with a sweet long kiss.

Telltale Riddler: 

Probably, no most definitely, the one least bothered about it. 

He finds it annoying more than anything. 

You constantly nag him about showing a lack of affection.

So now that he shows it, you're going to ignore him?

Fine, suit yourself.

But don't come bothering him later about him not trying.

It doesn't take long for you to realize you may have messed up. 

You instantly apologize, saying you were just teasing.

Even asking how it feels to be ignored…

(which he has been guilty of doing to you when you kiss or embrace him)

Edward rolls his eyes and just sighs. 

You guys still have a ways to go, but there has been some progress.

Young Justice Riddler: 

Another riddle lad that thinks he's messed up somehow. 

When you turn your head to the side to dodge a kiss.

Eddie's hurt almost instantly.

He's also immediately thrown into panic mode. 

Oh my god, please comfort him

He’s about to cry

You hug him and kiss him. 

You didn’t mean anything by it, just wanting to tease him. 

Please, please don’t tease his wee heart like that. 

Eddie can only take so much. 

Hush (DCAU) Riddler: 

Edward instantly assumes you're mad at him for something. 

If anyone is aware of his shortcomings it's him. 

He wouldn't be surprised if he messed up somewhere. 

But when it comes to you, it's harder to sweep under the rug

Ed asks if something is wrong, usually, you return his kisses with your own. 

It's extremely discouraging, especially from someone…the only one who has encouraged him in anything. 

After dodging a couple more pecks and embraces…you can't keep the act up anymore. 

You just can't handle that saddened look on his face. 

You spend most of the evening reassuring him, insisting you were just teasing. 

You promise not to ever turn down his affections again.

[riddle-me-ri]

Since requests are open I would like to request the various riddlers doing snow angels and having a snowball fight with their S/O.

A/N: aww this is super cute! Sorry if some of the headcanons get a wee repetitive. I-I was running out of steam hehe…sorry plus I’m slowly but surely coming back to writing after a wee break…but here ya go!

Snow Angels and Snowball Fights w/ The Riddlers:

Arkhamverse Riddler: 

- First of all, first of all…congrats on getting him outside. 

- Please make sure he’s wearing enough layers. 

- Yes, he’s gonna complain but for as hot blooded and hot headed as he gets, he’s useless against the cold. 

- However, good luck trying to get him to participate in other winter activities. 

- He may roll his eyes as you plop in the snow and wave your limbs like a child. 

- But don’t be surprised if a snowball fight occurs.

- Ed’s already got several riddlerbots on deck that can form snowballs at rapid speed. 

- A fight is a challenge, a challenge to win, and Edward Nygma doesn’t lose (unless it’s Batman…just don’t say that)

- Bonus: once y’all get back inside, be ready with a couple cups of hot chocolate. 

Reevesverse/Dano Riddler: 

- Winters at the orphanage left many children ill, and at the very worst dead. 

- It will take some time for you to open him up that the season can actually be fun. 

- He’ll be confused at first when you fall back into the snow, he frantically tries to catch you from the fall. 

- However when he notices you giggling and making a snow angel, it makes him laugh. 

- When he decides to join you in the snow, he finds himself being extremely giddy. 

- Later you were able to talk him into a snowball fight. At first he’s unsure cause he doesn’t want to hurt you

- One swift snowball to the shoulder from you, has him thinking otherwise.

- You’re not sure who won or lost when you’re both laughing breathlessly on the ground. 

- Edward knows one thing for sure, he’s grateful for you and he enjoys being able to actually feel like a kid. 

Gotham Riddler: 

- Um…what?

- Why…why did you fall to the snow? You’re going to get snow on your clothes?!

- Feel free to jump back up and just push him into the snow. 

- He’ll be frustrated that snow is on him, but he won’t be for long. 

- You do look rather cute when you’re proud of yourself. 

- However, be on your guard. 

- While he’s on the ground he’s slowly grabbing some snow to shape into a small snowball. 

- He leans up, you think he’s getting up, but he’s actually tossing a snowball into your gut and taking off. 

- It’s game on! Good luck!

BTAS Riddler: 

- Edward enjoys participating in activities you take pleasure in. 

- At least most of them, and if he’s not sure, he’s willing to try them once for you. 

- When you call out his name and slowly begin falling backwards

- He's quick to try and catch you but finds himself on top of you. 

- Eddie's shaking his head, but chuckling when he realizes you were just making snow angels. 

- He's quick to plop beside you and make one of his own.

- While his guard is down, this is the perfect chance to make an attack.

- However unbeknownst to you, Eddie was thinking the same. 

- You both end up putting snow in each other's faces.

- Better get up and reload quick and gather your defenses! 

Zero Year/Capullo Riddler: 

- Good luck trying to get this sensitive pansy ass out in the cold. 

- I don’t know why, but I can see this Eddie despising winter. 

- So it's going to be a lot just to get him outside. 

- You'll probably have to drag him outside. 

- Once he's outside, you can trip him to faceplant in the snow

- However, Eddie will probably respond better by proposing a snowball fight. 

- It's a way to stay active and warm against the plummeting weather. 

- Although that'll make him propose an alternative activity instead.

- Beat his ass with a cold, cold, snowy shower.

Twojar Riddler: 

- Same for this Riddler asdfgh when it comes to the cold.

- But he’s less of an asshole about it and will indulge you. 

- He will be amused seeing you enjoying yourself. 

- Making tiny snow people, making snow angels. 

- You are very adorable.

- While he's distracted, this is a perfect chance to surprise him with a sneak attack!

- He's surprised when he's wiping away snowy debris from his face. 

- Don't be surprised if a snowball twice the size of your head knocks you down. 

- Much like other Riddlers he plays for keeps

Gotham City Sirens Riddler: 

- He’s a tad reluctant to leave his cozy home/office to the freezing cold. 

- You may have to trick him or tell him it’ll only be for a little bit. 

- Ed rolls his eyes affectionately when he sees you on the ground already making snow angels. 

- You invite him to join, he refuses his head, something about enjoying watching you.

- Feel free to yank him down by his scarf, he’ll have no choice then. 

- Ed will also seem indifferent to a snowball battle.

- However, he’s actually looking for an opening.

- There’s this weird unspoken tension of who is going to throw the first snowball before you two get back home. 

- Whether it’s you or him, the battle goes on for awhile. The both of you too stubborn to lose to the other. 

- But you both go home feeling satisfied with an entertaining date out in the snow. 

Young Justice Riddler: 

- This poor boy wouldn’t mind the cold…

- If he just had the tiniest bit of muscle mass to retain his own body heat.

- So before you take him outside, please, PLEASE make sure he’s wearing plenty of layers. 

- He may fight you on it, but yes the two scarves, beanie and gloves are A MUST. 

- However, he's all here to get to spend quality time with you in the snow. 

- You giggle at your drastic different snow angels. 

- You can’t help but feel bad, when you throw a particular snowball that knocks him off his feet and faceplant into the snow. 

- It’s all fun and games, don’t worry, but just be sure to take care of him when you get back home. 

- How you take care of him, I’ll leave that up to y’all lmao (and by y’all I’m mostly looking at abby rip)

Telltale Riddler:

- You absolute fucking child. 

- He has no time for this childishness. 

- This Edward is particularly older. 

- While he’s in decent shape…the same can’t be said for his body temperature. 

- Playing in the snow doesn’t sound all the decent. 

- So the minute he steps foot outside to get something–

- You gotta nail him with a snowball. 

- He may be pissed, but he’s still petty enough to try and throw one back. 

- Congratulations, you’ve gotten him into a snowball fight!

-(spoiler alert; despite his age, you’ll probably lose because he wants to go back inside before he freezes)

Hush (DCAU) Riddler: 

- For no particular reason (other than to possibly change it up a little lol) I think this Ed enjoys the winter time. 

- He especially enjoys it, because he has you to spend the fun weather with. 

- Eddie enjoys being able to just be himself with you.

- Laughing, smiling, and having fun. 

- Making snow people, snow angels, catching snowflakes. 

- It's only traditional for you two to have a classic snowball fight. 

- The loser has to make hot chocolate for the winner!

- Although, it's hard to determine a winner when you both end up tackling each other in the snow.

- This Edward is on borrowed time, so to speak, so any chances to get to spend time with you is the greatest gift he could ever get for this season.

[riddle-me-ri]

How our Riddleboys react to their asses getting slapped? Not like in a sex way. Just reader casually walks past and gives them a good ol’ smack on the ass to flirt in a silly way.

A/N: hehe…hehehe…sorry this request gave me the giggles for the longest time lmao. If this isn’t some shit I’d do hehe

How The Riddlers React to Having Their Asses Slapped

Arkhamverse Riddler: 

- Poor boy flinched at the contact.

- He can't tell if he's angry, annoyed, or confused..or turned on. He's a blushing mess you know that much. 

- Like why? Why did you do that?

- There's more efficient and proper ways to get his attention 

- You'll have to explain to him that you were just messing around, flirting even. 

- He'll blink a couple times. Trying to compute this information.

- He's not sure how to feel about it. But any action to show your attraction to him is appreciated. 

- Just…just it's gonna take a minute for him to get used to it. 

Reevesverse/Dano Riddler:

- So I have no doubt that they probably spanked kids in the orphanage as a sign of discipline. 

- So it's best to bear that in mind if you're gonna pull this on this Ed.

- Even if it's just a silly and flirty way, you'll have to let him know that's why you do it. 

- It's not a sign of discipline or he's being reprimanded. You're just being affectionate. 

- When you do, playfully slap his butt when he does the dishes. It takes him a second to register it properly. 

- He's a blushing mess but still unsure how he feels about it.

Gotham Riddler: 

- Oh, hello~~

- While surprised at first, he's absolutely pleased.

- He's quite the tease himself.

- So to see you try and tease him as well is amusing. 

- He'll tease you back for the rest of the day.

- Pinching your butt, squeezing your shoulders, pinching your love handles.

- He enjoys seeing your flustered reaction just as much as you enjoyed his surprised reaction when you slapped his ass.

- He'll be more than pleased for you to continue this line of teasing. 

- He's happy to see you being playful and open with him. 

BTAS Riddler: 

- Oh, oh…this..this is new.

- He's taken aback. He's surprised, his skin flushed warm and red.

- However, he can't help but feel amused.

- Two can play at that game. 

- After you think the moment is gone. Ed will come up behind you and plant sweet kisses along your neck and cheek.

- Just as you lean into it, smiling, and beaming at the affection. 

- He'll lower his hand and quickly smack your butt before booking it to another room.

- You're shocked but also ticked that he got you back.

- This means war (affectionately and teasingly) 

Zero Year/Capullo Riddler: 

- I'd be surprised if this candy ass didn't have his ass slightly poked out just so you can accidentally hit it. 

- Let alone try and invite you to actively slap his ass.

- But, but he is a pain in the ass, so any chance to replicate that pain is necessary (even if he finds it pleasurable)

- He fully relishes in the attention. 

- Expect him to come up to you later and hint at you to spank him again. 

- Also he'll absolutely give you the same treatment. 

- Albeit expect his slaps to be a little harder. 

- He'll also sneak in a pinch or two.

Twojar Riddler: 

- I'm still clearly divided whether or not this Riddler is an ass or tits man. There's evidence of mostly tits but I can see him appreciating a nice ass too.

- So showing your appreciation for his ass is an absolute delight. 

- He will be taken aback by your confidence at first.

- But once he realizes that it wasn't a figment of his imagination.

- It's game on. 

- Don't be surprised if occasionally ass slaps just become part of your normal exchange. 

- And don't be surprised if it leads to sexy times later.

- I don't doubt he's handsy with you and constantly has his hands on your waist and ass anyway. 

- It's all part of his possessive personality that I've pinned on him tehehe

Gotham City Sirens Riddler:

- Oh, well, that's a pleasant surprise. 

- Absolutely eats up the attention.

- He'll let out that warm, hearty, chuckle that makes you melt.

- Teasingly asks in fake shock, "Well, what was that for?"

- Expect him to absolutely return the favor.

- Whether it's his hand or the top of his cane, it's up to him and what you're doing.

- He's also open to pinching your bottom as well, especially when you least expect it.

- He's one of the Riddlers, that while knowing you were just flirting, he'll take the chance to make it into a sexual encounter. 

Telltale Riddler: 

- You're lucky if he even gives you a reaction. 

- He may roll his eyes or scoff at your attempts.

- If you catch him at a decent time, he may give you a smirk. 

- On the rare days he's actually pleased or bemused by you, he may spank you back in return. 

- He's not all that impressed or surprised by much anymore. But your attempts will always be amusing to him.

Young Justice Riddler: 

- This poor boy tenses up.

- Let's out a tiny surprise squeak. 

- Is the one to turn around and look at you in surprise.

- Like really you did that?

- You..you slapped his bottom

- His entire face is red. His heart is doing palpitations. 

- How..how does he respond? He does…appreciate the gesture he guesses.

- Please go over there and tell him it's okay and not to break his brain overthinking about it. 

- Then he'll be able to take it…at least a little better next time. 

Hush (DCAU) Riddler: 

- Whoa, where did that come from?

- His cheeks get dusted a slight pink. 

- Rub the area that you afflicted. As his face is conflicted. 

- He knows this is something couples do, he's seen it but never expected it to happen to him.

- His perplexed expression turns amused when he hears your cute giggles.

- Well aren't you proud of yourself.

- He's unsure if he should return the favor right now….

- Or just toss you over his shoulder and start tickling you.

[riddle-me-ri]

I know Arkhamverse has trauma from being strangled, but I always want to kiss EVERY SINGLE RIDDLER on his neck! And that got me thinking... So I have to ask, how do the Riddlers feel about their necks? Like are any of them sensitive? Ticklish? Are any against their neck being touched? Do any love when their s/o goes for their neck?

A/N: okay but anon…how…how did you know I'm an absolute sucker for neck kisses?? Both giving and receiving?? Decided to go more headcanons this route, hope that's all right anon!

Neck Kisses with the Riddlers

Arkhamverse Riddler:

- Okay but out of most of these Riddlers, Arkham Eddie is by far the most sensitive with his neck.

- You’ve seen how Batman literally drags and manhandles him by the throat every chance he gets. 

- The minute you even reach out to cup his face, this poor man flinches on instinct.

- I know you love neck kisses, but don’t expect to be able to give this Eddie any…for a long, long, while. 

- For you to touch him, let alone kiss him, in such a vulnerable, previously abused countless times location. He has to trust you. 

- And Ed doesn’t trust just anyone, however once you get him to trust you…

- He adores it when you give him kisses. Lips, face, head, neck…it feels like devotion. He gets to finally put his guard down and let himself be adored, rightfully so, by you. 

Reevesverse/Dano Riddler:

- This Riddler…is sensitive. I don’t doubt he’s fairly ticklish.

- The minute you two shared your first kiss, he’s become obsessed with your lips on him. It doesn’t matter where. 

- I don’t doubt he’ll chuckle a couple times at the strange but ultimately pleasing sensation. It takes some getting used to for sure.

- When he does get used to your neck kisses though, he’s instant puddy in your hands. 

- His knees get wobbly, legs shaky, feels weightless. Trying to catch himself on a chair or sofa, but doesn’t want you to stop. 

- Please, don’t stop for anything…except for maybe kisses on the lips. 

Gotham Riddler:

- When the two of you get heated in a passionate make out session, Ed practically expects them. 

- He loves the way it makes him feel. 

- Admired, treasured. 

- The way they warm up his body. The way they alleviate whatever headache or migraine that’s troubling him at the moment. 

- Then again, most of your kisses do that for him. 

- It is a moment of vulnerability with him though, please respect that and don’t take advantage of it. 

BTAS Riddler:

- Edward is for certain that your kisses are the best reward, the best prizes in this world. Even greater than money or cars. 

- To say he becomes an addict is an understatement. 

- He loves it when you reciprocate his trail of kisses he leaves on you, earlier that day. 

- The way your soft lips press against the sensitive skin of his neck. 

- It warms the skin there, causes small goosebumps to form there. 

- You adore the way he warmly chuckles at them and leans his head and shrugs his shoulder, an attempt to bring you closer and keep you there at his neck. 

- Edward will be sure to return the favor tenfold. 

Zero Year/Capullo Riddler:

- This asshole expects them from you. 

- Like, what’re you doing? 

- You should be worshipping his body with kisses, ugh, you have an opportunity that so many dream of and you’re just gonna let it fly by?

- Obviously, once you power through the urge to slap the shit out of him (or just slap him, that’s fine too…probably will turn him on so good luck with that)

- He won’t admit it, like a bunch of other things, but he’s an absolute sucker for your neck kisses. 

- Ed likes how it does make him feel worshipped, someone worthy of attention and affection. 

Twojar Riddler:

- Oh ho ho this possessive buff leprechaun prick. 

- He absolutely thrives on neck kisses, much like how the other Riddlers do. 

- It’s a very intimate gesture of vulnerability, passion, and devotion. 

- Edward wouldn’t want to have it any other way. 

- He also eggs you on to go ahead and leave a couple of love bite while you’re at it. 

- It turns him on to see you act as possessively over him as he does over you. 

Gotham City Sirens Riddler:

- Edward can’t imagine a more pleasant way to end the work day. 

- Wrapped up in your embrace, kissing and groping like some lovesick fools. 

- The minute your lips hit the side of his neck, pecking up and down it. 

- The P.I. is a goner. 

- Whatever is left plaguing his mind from work, is completely forgotten. 

- He cradles the back of your head to keep your lips there, only letting up for you to kiss the other side of his neck (or kiss him, properly on his lips). 

- He’s sure to return the favor soon enough. 

Young Justice Riddler:

- Hnng this weak lad can’t even handle hand kisses rip

- PDA or…any sort of A in general…is new territory for this Eddie. 

- Kinda like Dano Riddler, I imagine he’s stupid ticklish. 

- Your lips barely brush along his neck and he’s in a giggly fit. 

- But it’s cute, so that’s fine. You go in for the kill regardless. 

- His whole face lights up red, warming up to the nth degree. Instantly becomes addicted to them though. 

- This Eddie just enjoys the fact that there’s someone that genuinely thinks he’s that attractive to warrant neck kisses. 

Telltale Riddler:

- Okay, first off, ew, how dare you?

- You really think he was just going to let you that close? 

- I mean, sure he likes the attention, he likes you…but you’re gonna have to earn the privilege to kiss his neck. 

- Yeah, I don’t know what you see in the Puzzle Grandpa either whoop.

- However, whenever you earn the right to kiss his neck, he’s got a dumb egotistical smirk on his face. 

- He…appreciates the gesture. 

Hush (DCAU) Riddler: 

- This man is absolutely weak for you. 

- When you smile at him, he feels like he’s been blessed. 

- To have you love him, excessively, and kiss every inch of his body. 

- Oh, well, he can’t get enough. 

- Especially your neck kisses. 

- The way you go from nuzzling his sideburns to kissing along his jaw, from his jaw you go lower to his neck. 

- He’s a warm buzzing mess, but don’t let him stop you. He loves this way too much.

[riddle-me-ri]

Hello! Congratulations on 500 followers!! It is I; the sleep deprived anon. Got a slightly better schedule now. Doc literally prescribed me less work and more sleep, but that was mostly because I hit my head under a desk and got a minor concussion.

Anyway, I hope you’re taking more time for yourself! Your writing is fantastic as always, and I’m really happy for you 😊

If I may, can I request something for your event with Gotham City Sirens Riddler? I have so many thoughts about this man and not enough brainpower to express it. If I had to pick one from your list, I’d go for a first date night drabble with a large side of fluff and a medium soda.

Night night! Congrats again!

A/N: Hey there sleep deprived anon! Ouch, I’m sorry to hear about your minor concussion! I hope you’re doing much better with your improved schedule! I’ll definitely be taking more time for myself soon! Thanks so much, I’m glad you think my writing is fantastic! That means a lot! Ohhh yes, Gotham City Sirens Riddler my beloved, P.I. Riddler, I can absolutely do that for you!

Word Count: 541

Gotham City Sirens Riddler - First Date Night

When Edward offered to buy dinner one night, you couldn't say no. 

Yet, you couldn't help but ponder over if…it's a date or not?

It definitely gave off..date vibes? You dressed formally, as was Edward sitting in front of you. He even wore a different suit that was a richer forest green than the bright one he wore at work. 

The restaurant you were at was…no hole in the wall either. There were chandeliers spaced throughout the ceiling. Fine linen decorated the tables accented with a candelabra in the middle of each. 

Your instincts were telling you that this was a date, but you didn't want to read too much into it either.

Edward cleared his throat and that somehow broke you out of your reverie.

"A penny for your thoughts?" 

You ought to just ask. Be upfront…

"I'm just curious as to why…you wanted to get dinner? Not-not that I don't mind! I'm just…" 

"You want to know if this is a date?" 

You gulped. Were you really that obvious? Perhaps, he was wondering the same thing. 

You simply nodded, worried you would incriminate yourself somehow more if you spoke. 

“I wanted to do something…to show my gratitude. I know I’m not the easiest man to work for, nor always the most pleasant but…I do appreciate your effort and…while I could do things myself. You have helped make running a small investigation firm much easier.” 

All of a sudden you wanted to throw up the piece of the dish you tried to eat. How stupid you were to even consider-

“But I would be lying if I said I didn’t hope for something to prosper from this…” 

Wait, what?

“W-Wait you mean?” 

Edward smiled softly. “I mean it when I say I don’t know where I would be or what I would do without you. I know I don’t show it…I know I don’t say it enough. But…this reform of mine. I knew it was going to be difficult, it would be hard for anyone to believe it.” 

He continued. “Then you answered my riddle in my job ad for the office assistant position. And you fearlessly…didn’t care. Whatever I handed to you, you…dealt with…with complaints I’m sure.”

You guffawed. “Yeah, no, I…I’d be lying if I said I didn’t curse your name, your birth, your mom maybe..”

“Mm-hm.” 

“Sorry.” 

Edward chuckled. “Don’t be. I, again, don’t blame you. But, you could have left at any point. You could have gotten up and quit. And, I wouldn’t blame you.”

Ed reached his hand out and gently placed it over yours. 

“You…you’ve stayed. In this crazy city, full of gods, goddesses, villains, and heroes…you stuck by me, an ex-rogue turned detective.”

You placed your other hand over Edward’s and held it, running your thumb over his knuckles. “There’s no one else I’d rather be stuck to. Although, I’d argue you’re stuck with me than vice versa.” 

Edward laughed. “That may be the case on some days. Much like you said, I couldn’t imagine a better person to be with. If you choose to take this…relationship further?” 

You smiled, eyes widened in excitement. Your fingers slowly interlocked with his. 

“This is starting to be an amazing first date, Eddie.” You winked.  

[riddle-me-ri]

Some fluff with PI Riddler would be absolutely fantastic. Love your writing :)

A/N: PI Riddler, PI Riddler, PI Riddler. I am here for it. I am here for it. Since he’s a PI in Gotham City Sirens, it’ll be that interpretation of him, plus I just adore him in that comic. He looks so damn good in that comic asdfgg Also…this sorta turned into like a one-shot? It was going to just be random fluff but it sorta grew into a story so now it’s fluff with the context I hope you don’t mind, rip.

Trigger Warnings: none just an obtuse amount of fluffiness

Word Count: 1.3k

Gotham City Sirens Riddler x Reader - Just a Man

“Edward Nygma…I swear…”

“Choose your words wisely, dear. I may just hold you to whatever you’re about to threaten me with.”

“I-I just need you to be still!” You giggled out of breath. 

You were once again playing the role of home nurse. A role you have found yourself fulfilling more times than you desired to. You started to have a nagging feeling in the back of your head that Ed had ulterior motives to getting hurt…just to see you tend to him. 

Attempting to wrap gauze around your lover’s torso after sewing up a stab wound in his lower torso, cleaning it and bandaging it. The gauze was just an extra measure of protection and to keep the wound clean, yet Ed was making it a point to be difficult. 

Because why wouldn’t he.

Edward was constantly contorting his body in the opposite direction you required him to be in. Everytime you tried to wrap around his right side, he blocked you. Same with the left. You could tell he was just messing with you cause of the shit eating smirk on his face. 

“Eddie!” You squeaked, albeit sternly…sorta. 

“Okay, okay, I’ll concede..” He sighed. Ed held his arms out to the side so you could wrap the gauze. 

As you leaned forward and began finally wrapping the dressing around his torso. As you gave a finished pat to the end of the wrapping with some tape, you instantly felt a pair of warm strong arms around you. 

Edward squeezed you into him. You hesitated to fall into his embrace, to try and show some restraint and defiance. You weren’t going to let him get away with being difficult…oh, who were you kidding.

You did go out of your way to roll your eyes and scoff annoyingly, before ultimately wrapping your arms around him and laying your head on his bare chest. 

The drumming of his heartbeat. A humble reminder to him and yourself that for all Edward Nygma was and is in this current moment. For all his brilliance, determination, and ingenuity…for all he has gone through and has yet to overcome. 

He was still just a man. Once a supervillain, somehow reformed to a private eye. 

Still just a man with a beating heart, somehow still in one piece. 

“Is this a sufficient apology for my antics earlier?” He mumbled in your ear.

“Mmm…not yet, just a little longer…I’m just getting comfy” You picked your head up to look at him. 

Ed chuckled softly.

He lifted his arms up for a moment, so you could properly sit sideways in his lap. Your head and left side laying against his front, and your legs stretched out on the couch. Edward put his hand on one of your bent knees, and began slowly rubbing your shin up and down. 

You laid your head back on his chest, closing your eyes, engulfing yourself in his natural warmth. “Yeah…I guess you can be forgiven…atleast this time.” 

“I’ll be sure to up the ante for next time .” He snickered.

“I really wish you wouldn’t, Eddie…” Your eyes widened at the admission. 

You know who he is, and you wouldn’t change him for anything. You knew no matter how much you lament to him about his reckless impulsiveness…Ed was going to do what he wanted or what he sought fit at the time. 

“I-I’m sorry…” You tried to quickly rectify your concerns that surprisingly slipped out. “I just…don’t like seeing you hurt.”

Edward waited on bated breath, but eventually exhaled in empathy. “I-I know, darling. And trust me I don’t like getting hurt…” He leaned into your ear. “...unless it’s by you.” Ed whispered. 

You groaned as you playfully shoved his head away from the side of your face. Ed let out a soft whine at your assault, as if to highlight his point. 

“You’re absolutely incorrigible, Nygma.” 

Ed’s hand that was caressing your shin, slowly, teasingly began making headway to your thigh. 

“I know.” He smirked.

You already felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you felt the growing tension of another trap ahead. Like a mouse eyeing the metal bar and the cheese laying on the platform waiting to be triggered. 

“Eddie! I’m being serious! I swear, if I didn’t know any better. I would say you’re getting yourself hurt just so I can patch you up!”

“My dear, of all efforts I go through in hopes of obtaining your affectionate attention…the least favorite of mine is when I’m hurt…although…you’d look exquisite in a nurse uniform.”

“Ed!” 

His hand has made itself known on your thigh now, still rhythmically stroking the skin up and down by the tips of his fingers. 

“Sorry, sorry. But I do mean it, darling…it is with every intention I come home to you in one piece. Even with my rather, simultaneous constant and growing desire to want you as close to me in every intimate way possible…” 

Which did nothing to help you come up with a response to his rather vulnerable, yet amorous statement. 

Ed took your silence as an opening to continue his argument. “...You and I both know if I can get out of something unscathed I can and I will. But you know as well as I do, the unruliness of Gotham…some things just can’t be avoided.”

“You’re still just a man.” You repeated the thought from earlier, over the same heartbeat that brought the thought up in the first place. 

“Indeed.” He kissed your head. “I know you get worried. If I could take those thoughts away I would.”

“I know.” You squeezed your arms around him. “You know I wasn’t actually accusing you of harming yourself right?” 

“I know, but that was a damn good argument I made, wasn’t it?”

You pinched at his love handle causing him to let out an almost pathetic yelp. 

“I changed my mind. You’d make a sadistic nurse.” Ed sneered. 

You chuckled. “Aww, Eddie…I thought you liked it when I hurt you.” You whispered in his ear. 

“Yes, when it’s consensual. Pinching me whilst I’m in recovery is an entirely different circumstance.” 

“Aww, I’m sorry here…” You put your hand to the side of his face, making his head turn to face you. 

“Let me remedy that for you…” You brought his head down, while you leaned closer and met his lips with yours in a sweet loving kiss. 

You felt the arm that was wrapped around your waist tighten it’s grasp around you. The hand on your thigh, paused in it’s stroking pattern to grip your skin like a vice. Reluctantly you pulled away from his lips, you looked up at him with a pleased smile. 

Ed smiled back, before he leaned in and kissed your cheek. Next, your jawline, then the start of your neck. He began making a trail from your cheek to your shoulder, before reversing to go down to your collarbone. 

You giggled softly at the tickling sensation of his breath on your skin. One of your hands going around his neck and the other seeking refuge in his hair. Ed began kissing back up your neck and back to your cheek. He rested his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes. 

“I love you, Edward Nygma.” You breathed. 

“I know.” 

You brought your hand back into view from behind him. You mimicked a pinching motion with your index finger and thumb. You chuckled when you felt more than heard Ed’s dramatic gasp. 

“I-I love you too, dearest, sweetest, merciful darling!” He smiled warily, almost shrieking his exclamation. 

“Correct.” You kissed the tip of his nose, before properly rewarding him with another deep kiss. 

For all intents and purposes, Edward Nygma is a lot of things. Formerly known as The Riddler, a well-known adversary of the Batman. One of the most intelligent man the city’s ever known, for all his debonairness, resourcefulness, and prowess. 

He is still just a man. 

A man so devotedly yours, and you wouldn’t have him any other way.

[riddle-me-ri]

also oops i saw you had sirens!riddler in there too and i haven't read that yet but i know what he looks like and he's another one who is apparently allergic to buttoning up his shirt (not a negative) so uh, in light of him being surrounded by other super hot girls, please afab/female reader who needs a bit of reassurance and is offered the line "that's it. that's my girl." 💜 (and also ily again u-u)

A/N: omg omg asdfgghjj to be told "that's my girl" by any of the green beans asdfgghhj I'd instantly melt on the spot. I took some liberty and changed the quote a tad because I'm a rule breaker u-u but the tone is still there. And YESSS PI Eddie! PI Eddie! This was the perfect way to destress after my breakdown yesterday rip. Also this ended up being so fuckin' sweet? Like I love this set-up I have going?? I wanna write another sequel? AGAIN? (ily too thanks so much for requesting you have the best ideas I stg)

Trigger Warnings: descriptions of an anxiety/panic attack, insecurities, strong language, overall hurt/comfort, and the comfort is extra sweet and soft

Word Count: 1.9 k

Gotham City Sirens!Riddler x F!Reader - That's My Girl

You were seething. 

It's a wonder your skin wasn't bubbling from how hot your blood was boiling. 

You were once again picking out leaves from your hair and sweeping thorns from under your desk. 

Another visit from Selina, Pamela, and Harley. A popular trio that's been dropping in like flies to their favorite dumpster.

Not a surprise there. They always came knocking on Edward's door whenever they were in the slightest bind and didn't bother to put in a single ounce of effort to solve their own problems.  

Now you know that's not true. You know Pam would do anything before asking Ed for help. They're smart and resourceful, only coming to Eddie when they've reached a dead end. Wouldn't you do the same? 

You huffed as you slumped back into your desk chair. You would do the same. 

Besides, Selina has done a few favors for Edward before his reformation…and a couple during it. He owes her.

You lean your head back and cover your face with your hands. You were already tired from cleaning, you really didn't need these mental gymnastics going on. 

He can rely on her for anything. All he can rely on you for is his paperwork being in order and to push his new image.

That is all you were just some pencil pusher in a pencil skirt. 

In a city full of super heroes, super villains, super geniuses and super sexy powerful women…it was really easy to feel incredibly puny. Incredibly ordinary and insignificant. 

In Gotham, if you weren't a hero or a villain..you were a bystander or a victim…

What are you even doing here? What the hell were you thinking even having a chance with Edward? Edward Nygma at that, the fucking reformed Riddler…

"What am I doing here?" 

Just like that the walls were slowly caving in. The walls painted with insecurity and founded on anxiety started crumbling. Suffocating you, claustrophobia setting in. 

When you leaned back from your chair, you felt bile come up in the back of your throat. You barely managed to swallow it back down.

You couldn't say the same for the tears welling up in your eyes. 

Your hand started shaking on your desk. Everything was hazy and foggy around you. 

What are you doing? You wasted space! To think you could hold a candle to the likes of Selina Kyle…fucking Catwoman! Poison Ivy, Mother Nature incarnate! Harley fucking Quinn, the Joker's ex boo and a 10 to boot!

You barely made out the soft shushing sounds you were making. Your hands caged around your head doing anything to cease the nagging, taunting cruel voice in your head. 

You laid your head on the desk, wrapping your hands and arms over your skull. Something, anything to make it stop. 

"Please…please just stop.." You murmured into the long sleeve of your black blouse that no doubt had tear stains now.

"Y/N?" 

Everything came to a screeching halt. The mocking voice, the falling walls, the shakes, the tears. Everything. 

Shit.

You popped your head up from under your arms like a jack in the box. Immediately grabbing the nearest and softest material to wipe your face with. 

"Oh..umm…hi Mr. Nygma, I-Im sorry um..I was uhh.."

"I see Pam left a mess again. Funny, how much she wants to clean the environment but can't clean up after herself.." Ed chuckles in a remorseful tone. As he recalls the weeks she manipulated him with her pheromones and made herself at home in his apartment. 

"Y-Yeah, can't…can't miss her that's for sure." You sniffle. 

"Are you all right? Did something happen while I was out?"

"Oh no, no, nothing like that Mr. Nygma…I, I think I may just be having a small allergic reaction to Pam's plants." 

Smooth.

If you don't shut up I swear to God…

Ed nodded but he doesn't look the slightest bit convinced. "I would have thought after a couple outings you would drop the formalities…" 

You were fidgeting with the hem of your skirt. You lean back in your seat with your head hung low. 

"Oh, yeah…sorry. Just force of habit…" 

"We'll break that habit eventually, I'm sure."

"Hm.." You nodded solemnly. 

Silence hung in the air for a moment. 

Edward started walking towards his office, but not without a gnawing feeling in the back of his brain. Something upset you greatly, and he wants…no…needs to figure out what it is. 

You were hesitant to divulge any information that much was certain. Your face was puffy and red, your eyes were watery. More in line with crying than an allergic reaction. 

Think, Eddie, think…

She was fine this morning, bright even. Smiling and content. She brought us both coffee and she gave me some medicine for my growing migraines…things were going great. She was gonna ask you something…

Then of course Selina and the others came in with another – oh!

While the wheels started turning in his head, he already knew he couldn't leave you alone to your own devices again. 

He stopped in front of his door with his hand gripped to the doorknob. He looked over his shoulder and was immediately taken aback by the forlorn look on your face. 

You got up slowly from your chair and slung your satchel over your shoulder. It was five o'clock when you usually left anyway, and you needed to get out even if you didn't want to.

 You did feel better with Ed around but you were worried the next thing he'd say may cause you to break down again. 

"W-wait, Y/N…"

Damnit.

"S-sorry Mr.-- Ed…I'm not feeling myself, I was going to head home, unless there's something you need me to do, and I can take it with me?" 

Ed shook his year. "N-No..no, umm…can I speak to you for a minute, in my office. Please, if you don't mind of course."

"Oh, ok..sure. I'll be right there."

You were cursing yourself in your head as you sat your bag on your desk and followed him to his office. 

Funny, all the times you fantasized about this exact set up, you didn't imagine you'd had an emotional breakdown just before.

You took a seat in the chair in front of his desk and Ed made his way to his chair. He put down his cane and hung up his signature green suit jacket. 

When Ed sat down he rolled up his white dress shirt sleeves and removed his eye mask. 

You hate when he wears that thing. You understood why he did. He did look cute with it on, but you adore his eyes too much to want them hidden all the time. 

You couldn't stand the silence, so you choked out. "I-I'm sorry, Edward…I just kinda got stuck in my own head. It was stupid, and I'm sorry you had to see that."

Ed furrows his brows. "You don't need to apologize for that. It's perfectly…normal, I'm even prone to that at times…sometimes more often than I care to admit."

"I can't even begin to imagine, but it was over something so…trivial..childish even."

"I can be the judge of that…If you don't mind discussing it with me?"

You felt your throat clamp up again. You wanted to talk to him, you appreciated him even giving you his time to help console you. You two have been going out, but nothing was entirely official, so he didn't have to do this. 

"Can I take a guess?"

You nod.

"Was it Selina, Pam, and Harley from earlier?"

You lowered your head in defeat but muttered a "y-yes."

"Why?"

"T-They're just…they just make me feel so…inadequate. Like I shouldn't be here, in your world. I envy them, as much as I hate to admit it. They're smarter, stronger, and they're gorgeous –"

Your fingers have started tapping the wooden desk as you got lost in your anxious rambling. It wasn't until Edward put his warm hand over yours that made you stop. You gasp and look up at him.

"S-Sorry, see? It's so stupid."

"Stop. I'm gonna stop you right there…"

He reached his other hand to grab your other hand. He held both of your hands and squeezed them. 

"It's not stupid. As I said it's normal, but I'm telling you now, you've earned your seat here. Why? Because you are intelligent. This world of mine with villains, heroes and crooks, it takes someone of strong will to take it on every single day. Even if you're behind a desk there's always that sliver of a chance of something happening, because of me and who I was and who I am now."  

Your breathing was evening out again, despite the thumping of your heart, but it wasn't from anxiety for once. 

"And you are gorgeous, you drew me on the first day I saw you. More so than any of those three, they don't hold a candle to you…"

He squeezed your hands again. 

"Besides…there's one thing you'll have that they never will."  

"What's that?"

He offered a soft smile, "Riddle me this…what’s extremely valuable, risky to give, hard to receive and sometimes impossible to repair once it’s been broken?"

You blinked for a moment. Your heart skipped another beat when you realized the answer. 

"Trust?"

Edward rewarded you with a warm smile and kissed the back of one of your hands. "They may be acquaintances, I'll scratch their back if they scratch mine later, but I don't trust any of them as far as I can throw them. But I trust you with everything…and anything." 

"You really mean that?"

Ed teasingly scoffed. "Y/N…I know I'm many things but a man of my word I'm certainly am, you should know that."

You giggled. "Y-Yeah I do…t-that's just…I never knew that, never thought of that." 

"I know, I…I don't show it often how much I appreciate you and just how much you mean to me. This is fairly new territory for me…but I would like to do better." 

You couldn't deny it any longer. You got up from your chair and went over to his side of the desk. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into an embrace. 

"T-Thank you," you whispered in his ear. He slowly stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

You kissed his cheek before you looked back into his eyes. "By the way, you're doing great." 

Ed chuckled. "Good to know."  

You giggled at the all too familiar lopsided smirk he gave you. 

Edward leaned in and kissed your forehead. He brought his hand up to your cheek and caressed your cheek with his thumb. 

"Wasn't there something you wanted to ask me this morning? Before we were very rudely interrupted."

"Hmm..oh!" You had gotten so infuriated after Ivy entwined you with her vines, tossed you out of the room, and constricted you to your chair…you completely forgot. 

"Umm…oh! I was wondering if you would like to have dinner tonight…at..at my place?” You smiled sweetly. 

Edward’s heart swelled up on the inside. Your eyes were bright with excitement, your posture was lax and comfortable against him, and your beaming smile was absolutely precious to him. 

He couldn’t resist when he tucked your chin between his thumb and forefinger and brought your lips to his in a tender kiss. When he pulled away, he chuckled at your widened eyes and cheeks dusted a rosy hue. You smiled before you hid your reddening face into his shoulder. He tightened his hold on you, before he whispered in your ear:

“There she is, that’s my girl.”

[riddle-me-ri]

hi if its fine with you id like to request riddler with an artsy s/o and like theyre suffering artblock so they do a painting of him (he finds it sweet)

can be any riddler of ur choice and i also prefer gender neutral but if u end up writing fem i dont mind!

have a good night/day

-anon

A/N: aahhh that’s meee…this request resonates with me so well as an artist that suffers from art block or a chronic victim of endless reference scrolling to where I get lost saving references for everything but what I was looking for rip…only for me to settle and just draw Eddie from different media lol. And I'm so sorry ahead of time this got ridiculously long, I got really carried away and was having so much fun with the idea rip. So sorry for the length!

Riddlers React to Reader’s Art of Him:

Arkhamverse Riddler:

Edward always appreciated your capability to occupy yourself. While he was busy plotting, building, and scheming…you were sketching, collaging, and painting.

Of course, until one unfortunate day. Nothing was coming to you. You’ve just about drawn and sketched every riddlebot, every henchmen, and you even started scribbling question marks all over the pages…wait…what? Ugh. 

You needed to find a new muse. Anything…anyone…well there was one person you haven’t painted yet. 

However, you knew you wouldn’t be caught dead with your supplies in his workspace. The minute the paint spilled on the floor or god forbid you put your eraser down and it disappeared among the chaos. 

You grabbed your phone and began scrolling through your phone. You’ve taken enough candid photos of him, surely one of them would spark your interests. Your artistic eye landed on one such photo. Edward was smiling in this one, it was when he first got one of his riddlebots to work. Quickly you took to sketching the thumbnail for the portrait. 

There was knocking on the door. 

“What is it, Y/N! I’ll have you know I am very busy!” Edward was already raving and ranting before he even opened the door. 

“I-I know, Ed! This’ll only take a minute, please?” You begged, grinning your teeth into a smile as if you were trying to coax him and he was in front of you. 

Edward opened the door and looked at you. “Well? What was so pressing, you had to–”

You pulled the canvas out from behind your back. Edward was stunned when familiar green eyes met his own. 

“Y-Y/N…w-when?” He reaches out to grab it, but you quickly snatch it back. 

“Uh-uh, not with those filthy gloves. Take them off!” You ordered. 

Edward groaned annoyingly, but took them off whilst rolling his eyes. His eyes came back to the painting however as you let him hold it. 

Ed allowed the smallest grin lopsided along his face. He looked surprised, almost mesmerized…he was happy. 

Of course, that window of vulnerability smacked close the instant it let just the tiniest bits of light in. 

“Well, I wouldn’t expect anything less considering you had the most ideal subject to work off from.” 

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, well the moment was sweet while it was there. 

Reevesverse/Dano Riddler:

Edward was practically the perfect subject for a life drawing. He had his usual comfort positions whenever he was enthralled in any of his usual activities. Which made him sit stable in one position. Whether that was playing games online, reading the paper and doing the crosswords, or endlessly scribbling away at his ledgers. 

You both mutually respected each other’s creative spaces. Not allowing one or the other to look unless invited. You rarely saw what was in his ledgers (you doubt you’d ever get the chance to) and you equally rarely show him your sketchbooks. 

It couldn’t be helped though. He was just too adorable. His small little smirks, his round cheeks, and pretty eyes. He was the best subject…not to mention he was always so still. 

You caught yourself staring glances of him at that moment. He was writing and typing away about something. Probably jotting down some riddles or puzzles of his own. Meanwhile you were steady sketching and erasing away. 

Both of you lost in your own little worlds. 

You didn’t even realize how much time has gone by or how Edward was all of a sudden in front of you. 

You jumped back in shock, curling your arms around your sketchbook to shield its contents. 

“Oh…sorry…I-I didn’t mean to make you jump.”

You sighed. “It’s okay, just lost in the zone for a minute.”

There was a moment of silence as Edward decided to take a seat next to you. You were pondering your next move, but maybe it would be a good step towards moving your relationship forward. 

“W-Wanna see what I’ve been working on?” You offered.

Ed’s head immediately picked up. “O-Oh…uh…y-you don’t have too if you’re not comfortable.”

“I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t.” You handed your sketchbook to him. 

He glanced his eyes back and forth between you and the sketchpad. He slowly gripped it with a soft excited smile on his face. You shrugged in on yourself, hoping you made the right call. 

“W-Wait…” He gasped. “T-That’s me? You drew me? Just now?” 

“Ehh…more like the past hour and a half.” You chuckled nervously. 

“I-It’s great…I-I’m f-flattered even. Is this how you see me?” Edward was beside himself. He usually can’t stay looking at himself in the mirror. Seeing his inner self-loathing grow and spread from the inside out, but…but he liked this Edward, the one drawn by you. 

You nodded. “Yeah. It is.” You put your hand on his shoulder and wrapped the other around his waist. You gave him a small side hug and a kiss on his cheek. 

Gotham Riddler: 

You were probably the only one in the whole precinct that actually enjoyed his ramblings and absurd amount of info-dumping. He was too animated to ignore and he made for the perfect drawing subject when you found yourself stuck on what to draw. Thankfully, he’s usually too lost in his thoughts and verbal vomit to pay you any mind to you doodling away. 

Until today anyway. 

“What’re you doing?” 

“Huh?”

“I’ve noticed that while you are actively listening to me talking, and I do appreciate you actually paying attention…I’m curious to what you’re also doing while I’m talking…” He stammered. 

Well, you weren’t prepared for that discussion. 

“Oh, uh…well…I-I’m actually drawing you..” You answered. 

The room was silent. Edward was prepared for every answer…but yet not that one. 

“I-uh-oh...um…wasn’t expecting that.” 

“Did you think I was taking notes?” You giggled.

“Err…actually I thought you were just keeping yourself busy cause…I thought I was boring you.” Edward admitted. 

“What? I don’t find you boring at all. Look!” You quickly handed him your sketchpad before any other negating thoughts came to his head. “I love listening to you, and watching you speak. You’re so animated and brilliant and I want to capture it...or try to anyways.”

Ed’s eyes lit up at you mentioning him, in a positive light. No one’s ever referred to his ramblings as…animated and brilliant before. “C-Can you show me? T-The drawings of me?”

“Oh, uh…” You seized up, the amount you’ve actually drawn finally dawning on you as probably reading on borderline creepy. However, he wasn’t going to believe you unless you showed him the proof. 

You quickly handed him the medium sketchpad before you had time to refuse. 

Ed’s eyebrows raised as his eyes widened. He immediately recognized himself, he could almost recall the conversations. He found himself softly chuckling at the small footnotes to what he was saying beside the sketches. 

“D-Do you like them?” It seemed silly to ask, but you needed vocal affirmation to the silly grin on his face. 

He looked up at you, completely bewildered but extremely giddy. His smile was stretched across his face, no doubt the biggest smile you’ve seen from him. 

“I-I-I love them…they’re great! Y-You’re incredibly talented Y/N…”

“Nah, I’ve just got a great subject.” You nudged your shoulder with his. He returned the sketchbook to you. 

There was another moment of comfortable silence until Ed stole glances between you and the sketchpad. 

“What is it, Ed?” 

“Well, I don’t want to start sharing until you’re ready!” He grinned. 

You smiled back but quickly plop down on your seat and grab your graphite pencil. “Okay, I’m ready.” 

BTAS Riddler: 

You were way too focused. After months, almost years of drawing Eddie, you were confident enough to pull off this decent sized portrait of him. He’s been your whole world for so long, he occupied a lot mroe of your thoughts than you cared to admit. Although, there was nothing wrong with showing that appreciation. 

You were too excited to wait for his birthday or Christmas or Valentine’s Day. You just wanted to give him something, plus drawing and painting him help broke you from your art block the past few weeks. Seeing his adorable face slowly come to life on the canvas, you even amazed yourself at a moment or two. 

It was the hardest secret to keep until you finally were ready to reveal it to him. You two just had a fun date night. Everything was perfect, and the mood was just right. Love, passion, and tenderness flowing between the two of you. 

You’re reminded yet again, just how much you love and adore this man. He leaned down to kiss you when all of a sudden you remember your portrait drying in your studio. You gasp which shocks Ed but you tap his nose and tell him to wait in the living room. 

He quirks a curious eyebrow at you but stays put. 

He’s shocked when he sees you carrying something almost as tall and wide as you behind your back. You pull it out from behind your back, a thin protective sheet of paper still covering the art. 

“I-I made this for you, Eddie.” You said softly, handing him the canvas.

“D-Darling..you…you didn-” When he pulls the protective back, he’s in complete awe. He finds himself breathlessly chuckling. “I-It’s me?”

“Of course it’s you, there’s no one else more handsome!” You went up and kissed his cheek. “Do you like it, Eddie?” 

“I-I-I’m in awe, I love it…You’re so talented, my dear…thank you.” He kissed your temple in return. You grabbed his chin and leaned him down to properly kiss you like he tried to do before. 

Zero Year/Capullo Riddler: 

Now, this asshole…he’s surprised you weren’t already drawing him. Like what better muse do you need, Y/N? He’s right there! He knows how much you love his face, the way he grins, his expressive eyes, and even more intricate and expressive hand gestures. You don’t say it but he can see it in your eyes, you don’t hide your obvious attraction to him well. 

However, you still sketch away even while rolling your eyes. As much as you hated to admit it (and as much I, too, hate to admit it) the smug bastard was fun as hell to draw. His face was so pudgy and he was able to do certain expressions you haven’t seen before. 

“Why don’t you ever ask me to pose for you?” He teased you. 

“Because quite frankly thinking of painting you like…uh…French girl, doesn’t sound amusing to me.” 

Edward blinked at you in disbelief. You found yourself succumbing to your chuckles at his displeased expression. 

“Now, you and I BOTH very well know, that’s a lie!” He crossed his arms defensively. 

“Is it?” You challenged. 

Edward nodded. “You may not think it, but I’ve seen you draw me before, and even I have to admit, you capture my essence pretty well.”

“Does that essence portray a conceited dickhead?” You asked. 

He narrowed his eyes at you. 

“I’ll take that as a no…damnit guess I’ll have to fix those..”

“C’mon, Y/N! Just this once!” 

“Are you paying me?” 

“What? NO!” He laid down in front of you on his side on top of the thankfully empty coffee table. “I should be offering payment for my services, but this will be a freebie.”

You found yourself reeling your eyeballs back into your sockets. After more minutes of bickering you conceded and painted the egomaniac. You tried to stay focused no matter how often he kept teasing you with winks and kissy faces. 

When you flipped the canvas around to show him the final product. You made sure to steady look at his face. He may be a conniving manipulator, but if he was pleased or surprised he couldn’t hide it. You found yourself grinning, as his mouth opened to a soft “oh” shape and his eyes were widened. 

“Well, what do you think?” 

Somehow hearing your voice snapped him out of whatever thoughts he was having. Gone went the wide eyes and speechlessness. 

“Well, I mean..it is amazing, but then again your subject matter is pretty incredible…”

You snatched your supplies and started storming off.

“Hey! Come back! It looks good! You even got my eyes right this time!” 

“Oh fuck off! I never screw up your eyes!”

“So you do stare at me?”

“Ugh!” 

Twojar Riddler:

Just call him the David to your Michelangelo. You would never outright admit it but it was pretty clear to the two of you that you had a mutual appreciation for the other as muse and artist. Whenever you had a slow art day or when you weren’t getting any ideas, Edward was usually always free to stand in as your art subject. 

Almost too willing some times, even suggested it on days you were doing well enough on your own. Although it never hurt to practice more life and anatomy practice. Edward would very much prefer it was HIS anatomy as opposed to anyone else’s. 

One day, you realized that you never actually truly painted him. It was usually just quick thirty minute or sometimes an hour long sketching sessions. He was always pleased with whatever you drew, sometimes teasing you where you tend to mostly put your focus on when drawing him. Whether it was his face, his hands, or chest. 

Regardless you wanted to wow him at least once with your skill. Lately you’ve been pulling out the paints again. Ed noticed but never mentioned them. You were thankful for, you wanted to be able to get better at the medium before putting your favorite subject to the test. When you felt like you painted everything under the moon and began running out of ideas to practice on…you felt like it was time. 

“You want to paint me this time?” Ed asked, wearing a white dress shirt with barely one bottom button barely buttoned. He also wore some dark green slacks. 

“Yeah, thought I’d change it up a bit. I’ve been practicing with the paints for a minute.” You explained as you set up your easel and paints. 

“I’ve noticed, you’ve picked up on it rather quickly, not that I’m surprised.” He grinned. 

“Well, hopefully, I can impress you instead.” You chuckled as you finally took a seat. 

“You always impress me, dear. I always admire you and your craft.” 

You smiled softly at that. You shook your head to get rid of the blushes coming to warm your cheek as you began to focus. 

It took an extra hour and a half than you liked. Edward occasionally talking to make conversation. You two never sat well in silence and oddly enough, these were the few intimate moments you got to catch up with one another. 

“Well, darling?” 

“I-I…well…”

“I won’t move until you’re certain.” 

Your heart swelled at his commitment. “You can see it, Eddie…” 

It was eternity for him to go from his sitting spot to your side. You didn’t miss the small intake of air and the wide smile on his face. 

“Well?” 

“I-It’s outstanding…y-you’ve outdone yourself my dear.” He complimented. 

You couldn’t resist the squeals of excitement that came out as you wrapped your arms around his neck in an embrace. “Thank you, Eddie! That means a lot!”

Gotham City Sirens Riddler: 

It wasn’t unheard of that there were slow days at the office. Much like this one dull and dragging Wednesday evening. After all your spring cleaning and organizing your office space was done, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to pull out your sketchbook. 

Usually Ed had the door to his office closed, but since he likely was not expecting any new cases today he decided to leave it open. 

After scribbling some random faces and various shapes to get the drawing muscles warmed up, you took a glance into Edward’s office. 

You haven’t drawn him yet. Sometimes you’ve caught Harley or Selina waiting and got to draw their faces. Every now and again you got to draw the clients that came in. Better still, there were a couple cases Edward required your artistic skill to draw a possible person of interest or whatever descriptors a client may have to help him go off of. 

You liked those cases best, they made you feel good like you were actually helping Ed and not just his book keep. 

You started sketching out your basic shape and guidelines. Stealing the glances of Edward like a kid stealing cookies from a jar. Just to make sure Ed didn’t have the slightest clue to your creative activity. 

“Well, Y/N. I guess it’s time to call it a day, I suppose it was a good day to–Y/N?” 

“Yes, sir?” You looked up and almost jumped from your seat when he was in front of you and not in his office. 

“What were you doing with your spare time?” Ed smirked. He looped around the edge of your desk to where he was beside you. 

You didn’t have a chance to explain it before he saw the drawing of himself. 

“I-I’m sorry, Eddie…I-I don’t mean to freak you out, I was just…didn’t know what to draw and I’ve never drawn you before…”

Ed scoffed. “Could’ve fooled me, this looks amazing, Y/N. And dare I say, extremely flattering too.” He winked at you. 

You gulped the slowly suffocating and growing lump in your throat. “I-I uh..t-thanks, Eddie.” 

“Thank you…come on, let’s get out of here. Perhaps we can discuss future art projects for you in the future with yours truly.” 

Young Justice Riddler: 

If you could say you had a number one fan of your art, it was Edward. You could doodle a tiny smiley face any child could draw and he’d absolutely adore it. He adored your sketches of the teammates, or your landscape studies of different places you guys travel too for the Light. 

One day on such a trip, you found yourself at a complete loss. You didn’t feel inspired to draw anything, and you wanted to draw. It always helped pass the time on these trips. 

You looked over and saw Eddie busy typing away on his PC. No doubt doing research for this upcoming mission. A lightbulb went off in your head. You quickly started sketching him, your heart every now and then skipping a beat whenever he smiled at his screen. You were thrilled he hasn’t spotted you yet, it gave you all the motivation to get it done as quickly but accurately as possible. 

“Y/N? I didn’t know you were in here!” 

You looked up and your eyes met warm brown ones. You quickly glance back down at your pad and back at him just to see if they are any more details you needed to add. 

“Oh hey, Eddie! Yeah...I-I’ve been in here for a minute.” You chuckled. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He took a seat next to you. 

“Well, because I wanted the chance to draw you!” 

“D-Draw me?” He even pointed to himself with his thumb to get double affirmation. 

“Yeah! Look!” 

Edward took the sketchbook in his hands and his breath was immediately taken away. He saw himself in black and white on the paper, yet…it was how you saw him. You somehow drew the confidence he struggled to find in himself…onto him. 

“Is, is this how you picture me?” He asked softly.

“Yes, babe…that’s you.” You smiled. “I’m kind of impressed with myself. I captured your sweet smile I love. I got your eyes just how I like…it’s all you, and everything I adore about you.” 

Edward found himself chuckling. "I-I…I love it, you make me look…how I want to look like.." 

You put your head on his shoulder. "You already look that way to me." 

You kissed his cheek, giggling as his face started to blush.

Telltale Riddler: 

God, it was so damn difficult and intimidating to impress him in any and every possible way. 

However, you knew Edward had an appreciation for the arts. Thankfully you were artistic, and he seemed to enjoy the little still lives you drew. Giving you the smallest nod or the lowest of satisfied hums. 

Well, what was driving you anxious now was how he’d react to this portrait of him you did. You had a major art block and wanted to paint human figures for once. It made sense to paint Edward considering how long you’ve been with him…however predicting his reaction was nerve-wracking. 

Would he like it? Would he just give you pity comments but totally roll his eyes at it? He’d probably comment about how you had better things to do with your spare time. 

However, you knew he would have questions to what has kept you so busy the past couple of weeks. While he was tinkering away in his hideout. You occasionally reached out periodically but mostly stayed in your apartment. You invited him over for dinner so you can unveil your painting to him. 

“So, what was it you wanted to show me?” As soon as dinner was over, Edward didn’t beat around anymore bushes. 

“Well, you were asking what was keeping me so busy. I was working on a little project, to surprise you with…” You tried to swallow down the lump of nervousness in your throat and slow down the anxious pacing of your heart. 

“F-follow me.” He followed you down the hallway and to your little studio in the room right across from your bedroom. 

The painting was covered with a protective thin sheet over it. You went to the side of it and with a quick breath your snatched it off. 

It was a mid-waist portrait. He was in his Riddler get-up, the hood was down, but his eye mask was still on. He held his staff in his hand and leaned it against his shoulder. 

Edward was speechless. He was hardly ever speechless…so you weren’t sure if that was exactly a good or bad reaction. Eventually the quiet was eating away at you. 

“Edward?” You asked, slowly dropping the sheet from your hands. 

“I-I-I…” He finds himself flabbergasted. No one’s ever done anything like this for him. The only pictures of him are either from mugshots or wanted posters. Pictures of him were usually videos or images of him in mid-heist. 

“This…this is very impressive, Y/N. Is this what kept you busy these past few days?” He was steady staring at his portrait. 

“Y-Yes…I wanted to surprise you with something, and I’ve always wanted to try my hand at figures.” 

He looked over at you and grinned. “You certainly did that, you surprised me and impressed me. If you ever wish to…draw from real life…feel free to bring your supplies to the hideout. Just as long as you clean up and keep up with them.” He winked. 

Hush (DCAU) Riddler: 

Hmm…just one more little line here…erase that guideline that was still there.

"Hey, Y/N! What're you drawing this time?" 

You had your supplies all lined out on the living room table. You had your artboard in your lap with your sheet of paper. You were drawing while waiting for Edward to come home. 

"Oh…just this really handsome person I know. I see him every day and yet I never thought to draw him. It was the perfect way to break out of my art block!" 

He was hanging up his suit jacket, hat, and mask while he took in everything you said. Yet it just now registered to him as he started walking towards your makeshift work station. 

"W-wait what? You drew me?

"Well I'm glad to know you know it's you." You chuckled. 

Edward leaned over the back of the couch and looked over your shoulder. 

“Whoa…you weren’t kidding.” He mumbled.

“Why would I kid you? Do you like it?” You leaned your head next to his. You could feel his smile stretch to scrunch his cheeks. 

“I-I love it…I look amazing! W-Well I mean..you drew me amazing..I’m still just me..” He chuckled. 

You giggled back, turning his head to the side, you leaned in and met his lips with yours. “I love you, and I drew you as I see you. You’re always amazing to me, Eddie.” 

He smiled back at you, with the most loving eyes imaginable. 

“I can keep drawing you, if you wish. If that’ll make you believe!” You nudged his shoulder with yours. 

He laughed. “I don’t know about that but I do know I like the idea of being your “go-to” muse.”