#the riddler x oc

[truecobblepot]

missing my boyfriend hours

[venusjr-12doctor]

THE RIDDLERS LOVER - CHAPTER 4

The Sylphide

A/N:

I know the drawing sucks, i had an idea on my mind cooler than this, but me and tecnology had a deep battle. But in other news, i am aware about my absence lately for the new chapter, but little that i know about the ao3 author curse. This fucking weeks had crushed my soul and live the second most traumatic event of my young adult life (Im 23), so i had to delay everything, i apologise.

I hope you like all the dark fucked up shit - i still dont know how i managed to write all that shit down, it was dissgusting - and forgive me for the lack of smut, im still learning on how while these two freaks are figuring out how to be decent with each other.

'I LOVE THIS FANDOM....'

This bitch is so me fr

[bittercoffeeonmykeyboard]

Pushing Buttons

The Riddler x Fem!Reader

Summary - The Riddler pushed a few too many of your buttons, and you accidentally pushed a couple of his. Pent up frustrations lead to... surprising developments.

Authors Note - Reader is referred to as "Kestrel." Genitals and pronouns for the reader aren't specified, but reader is also referred to as "Ma'am," so I figured it would be alright to specify fem!reader and FemDom. Can be read as GN!reader. This Riddler is not from any specific media, but inspired by ArkhamVerse and CodotVerse.

Warnings - NSFW 18+, Canon-Typical Violence, Dub-con, Hand-job, Hair pulling, Blood, Grinding, Biting, FemDom, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Enemies to Lovers and back to Enemies, Hate-Fucking (without actually fucking), Degradation, Reader Insert, Kinda verges on OC Insert, No use of Y/N

Word Count - 3.1k

Beta Reader/Editor - @timesnewreader

The crackle of a shitty connection stabbed your ears suddenly, as you were crouching in the rafters of the warehouse.

"Is that the sound of a bird trapped in my warehouse? Someone call pest control!" The Riddler quipped, invading your earpiece. You clenched your jaw.

"Watch out, I might have rabies." you shot back, thoroughly over this already. Your eyes scanned the building from your perch, searching for a hidden entrance or exit.

"Hah! Only mammals can contract rabies, Kestrel. And here I thought that was common sense?" Fucking hell. Time to find him, sooner than later preferably.

"You think you're so fucking smart-" You began.

"Think? No, I know I am, darling." He grinned through the radio, ego echoing in the earpiece.

"I'm going to beat the shit out of you." You growled as you started to leap through the rafters as quietly as possible.

"You're welcome to try, if you can find me! Too bad you can't keep up with my marvelous intellect."

His grating voice and laugh echoed in your coms.

"Kestrel. Everything alright?" Batman's voice broke over the Riddler's fading laugh.

A heavy sigh. "It's fine. Everything is in control." You reported. "We should have Oracle check our radio security. Riddles keep finding their way into my ears, so to say." A pause.

"Understood. I'll bring that up to her soon. However, the sooner you find him, the sooner that stops happening. Good luck." A beep followed his words, and Batman closed the line.

Really. Really?

"'The sooner you find him, the sooner that stops happening', oh fucking hell, Bats." You mocked. It's not your fucking fault he keeps escaping, and then deciding to make it your issue. A bubble of frustration rose in your chest.

You started to close in on a vent above a well-disguised room, dropping down next to it as silently as possible. Which, considering how frustrated both Riddler and Batman just made you, left you quite impressed with yourself.

You fiddled with your coms controls for a second, opening a channel with the rest of the group on patrol. "I'll be off coms for a while. I have a bone to pick with the Riddler." You paused, before adding "I shouldn't be long."

You closed the line and pulled the earpiece out, readying yourself. With a loud bang, you opened the vent and dropped into the room.

"Well would you look at what the Bat dragged in-"

He was cut off by a grappling hook to the ankle, accented by a thud when his body hit the ground. Your fist would have met his face if he hadn't rolled out of the way, scrambling to his feet. "I have to give you credit-"

Your foot interrupted him with almost breaking his nose. Just glanced him. Damn.

"You found me! And quicker than expected-" He levied his cane and swung for your skull. You ducked, and hooked his ankle out from under him. He hit the ground again, but hooked your own ankle and you landed on your ass. He shuffled to try and get to his feet again, and you flipped over to claw at his leg, dragging him back towards you. He swiftly tried to kick you, and landed a solid kick on your shoulder.

"Truly, one could say-" You reached to grab his arm, and he whacked your head with his cane. "Your intellect is almost on par with-" He managed to roll away form you again. "Your viciousness!" He landed a strong kick to your ribs, making you roll and groan.

You both staggered to your feet, a good six feet between you now. "You talk too much." He brandished his cane like a baseball bat. You lifted your fists, feeling rage and excitement mix in your chest.

"Now where's the fun in silence?" You barked out a laugh, before lunging forward. He swung his cane for your ribs, and you blocked it with your hand, grabbing it and pulling him into a punch, cracking his nose. "AH!"

To his merit he recovered quickly, staggering into a defensive stance as you went to kick at his ribs, managing to dodge with a jump backwards. You both still had a hold on his cane and you used both hands to drag him forward, off balance, twisted and threw him over yourself and onto his back. He landed with a cough, the impact releasing his grip on his cane.

You quickly followed him down, pinning his arms down with his own cane and straddling his waist.

"You are the most annoying man in the world. Your puzzles are shit, your ego is shit, and you deserve to get the shit beat out of you." Riddler seemed dazed, his breathing was quick and blood was starting to trickle out from his nose from your punch. "You're weak, your whole ethos sucks, and the only thing moderately acceptable about you is your sense of style, if only you weren't focused on inflating your own sense of self worth by ruining people's lives."

You spat each word at him, glaring down at him. Your breathing came heavy, filled with the adrenaline of the fight and fire of your words.

The Riddler stared up at you, eyes wide and face flushed. His face kept twitching, as if he was stuck between two expressions, unable to settle on one. "Is that all?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing as he smirked.

You removed one hand from the cane, leaning forward to pin him more securely as you grabbed his face. "You wish." You sneered down at him, piercing his eyes with yours. "Every single one of your stupid riddles and puzzles has been solved, every time. Makes you think that maybe, oh, they aren't that hard? Your riddles are easy and if you're trying to be a villain, you're failing. You're a nuisance at best, and a danger to society at worst. Maybe you should like, get better? Get better at doing the thing you made your entire identity around."

He was taking short panting breaths, face thoroughly flushed. You let go of his face and he licked his lips, catching some of the blood from his nose and smearing it. Your eyes caught on the motion, before pinning his eyes once again. His pupils were blown, and he chuckled. "Well! That's not very nice, now is it?" His legs shifted behind you, and you felt the movement from where you sat on his waist. He swallowed. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that words hurt?"

You scoffed. "You're one to talk." You leaned back, releasing some of the pressure on his wrists, and instead placing your free hand over his throat. Not pressing, but threatening to. To your surprise, he didn't immediately try to break free from his position. Shifting slightly, you felt something press against you from behind. His eyelids fluttered at the pressure and a quiet exhale left his lips. Realization dawned on you. "You're fucking disgusting." A disbelieving chuckle left you, as you suddenly found yourself nervous.

"Never claimed I wasn't, darling." He lilted, a smirk on his lips. "What can I say? Your physical prowess and verbal assault left me defenseless. I pushed your buttons, and you pushed mine." He breathed out a chuckle, and you felt it resonate beneath your hand. "If, if you'd like��" He hesitated, gazing up and down your body, before meeting your eyes again, half-lidded. "We could push each others' buttons some more?"

The suggestion sent blood rushing to your face, and loathe were you to admit it, warmth began pooling between your legs. Your hand twitched and tightened over his neck briefly, drawing a tiny moan from the Riddler. Shock at the noise caused you to release the cane and his neck, leaving his hands free suddenly. He took this opportunity to grab your wrist and roll the two of you, flipping positions.

"Ooo, see? This could be fun!" He pinned your wrist, and traced his free hand down to your hip. "A little push, a little pull, and we're off to the races." His face came close you yours, breath ghosting over your cheeks as you felt your chest stutter. Arousal mixed with anger at his audacity, heating up with a dash of shame at letting him flip your positions.

A smirk that came off as more of snarl danced on your face, and you hooked your legs over his hip and gripped his hair, dragging him down as you flipped the two of you yet again, landing him beneath you with a breathy groan. You hand firmly found his throat again as you grinned. "Bold of you to assume you'll have any control." You punctuated your statement with a harsh grind of your hips against his, drawing out a pathetic moan. "You'll do as I say, brat. Understand?"

He nodded and swallowed, breathless.

"Speak up."

"Y- yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes… ma'am?"

Another grind of the hips. "Good." A fire was lit in your abdomen, seeing him like this. Oh, the things you'll do to this man.

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him up to face you, noses nearly touching. "You're pathetic." Your lips ghosted over his, before meeting as you went to bite down on his bottom lip, keeping it trapped between your teeth as you rutted against him, reveling in the friction and his gasping moans. His hands fluttered at your hips, unsure. You slapped them away, and started pulling at his jacket and shirt. He quickly started helping you strip him until he lay before you, bare-chested. You released his lower lip to instead start trailing bites down his neck. He damn near moaned with every bite, and it was driving you wild. When you reached the junction of his neck and shoulder, you bit hard and rolled your hips, listening to the pretty little mewl he let out. You continued rolling your hips as you licked the bite, savouring the friction against your core. You could practically feel him twitch beneath you.

"Does it feel good, brat?" The Riddler nodded. "Are you so pathetic that me grinding against you is enough? "

"N… Not enough- please…."

You dragged your hand down his chest, his stomach, and down further as you drank in the flustered look on his face. His lip was caught in his teeth, trying to reign in his gasps. You shifted from straddling his pelvis to one of his thighs, guiding your knee to put gentle pressure on him. He blinked heavily and gazed through his lashes up at you. A cheeky grin crossed his lips.

"If I knew you had this in you, I think I would've tried harder to piss you off, darling."

Your hand reached the hem of his pants, tracing them. You popped open the button and slowly, slowly dragged the zipper down.

"If I knew you would've tried something like this, I would've cuffed you earlier."

With that you shove your hand past the hem and down his pants, cutting off whatever reply would've left his lips and replacing it with a choked moan. He shuddered and threw his head back. The touch of your hand had his dick twitching, you could feel his pulse as you gripped his length. It was hot in your grip. A single pump from base to head and you could feel the precum leaking from his tip. He brokenly mewled and grasped at your suit, finding purchase on your shoulder. His expression was wrecked, pupils blown and eyebrows pinched, chest heaving as he leaned his head towards your shoulder.

"Hah, so needy. I've barely touched you, and you're about to cum? Poor little touch starved fuck." You carded your fingers through his hair, gripping and tilting his head back so you could gaze at his expression better. "Riddle me this, brat. What do you want?"

His eyes locked with yours. A shuddered sigh. "Please, touch me, please, please…." he whimpered. Your hand stayed still in his pants.

"Please, what?"

Your hand tightened on his hair, and he gasped at the sting.

"Please, Ma'am! Please…"

"Good boy." A sweet, sadistic grin passed your lips. You started stroking him in an even tempo, rolling your thumb over the head with each pump. His breath stuttered and his eyelids drooped. Each stroke of your hand had little moans spilling from his lips, his hand gripped tighter on your shoulder, digging in just shy of painful. You kept his head craned back, facing the ceiling, watching every expression flicker on his face. Increasing the tempo you pull a depraved moan from his chest. Your own breaths came faster enraptured by his reactions. The air felt like fire as it passed between the two of you, charged with energy. You started pumping faster, faster as you drank in every moan and gasp, fixed on watching him come undone with pleasure. He was so close, so very close now. He was completely flushed, cheeks and chest rosy as he panted. Whimpers and mumbling falling from his lips, shuddering underneath you. "Please please pleasepleaseplease-" fell from his lips in a chant, begging. His dick was throbbing now. His eyes met yours.

"Almost there, brat. Stay with me," a firm tug on his hair as you kept his gaze pinned with yours. His hand slid from your shoulder to the back of your neck as his face started to pinch in pleasure. You kept the pace fast and steady, watching with bated breath. His eyebrows furrowed and jaw went slack as he tipped over, eye lashes fluttering as he tried to keep eye contact with you. He let out a strangled keen, moaning as he climaxed, hot cum spurting and landing on your hand, his pants, and the floor. He went nearly limp in your grasp and you supported him with the hand in his hair, letting go to wrap around his shoulders instead. His head fell forward and into your shoulder. "Sh shh shhh, good boy, you did so good for me." You held him as he caught his breath, inhaling slowly as he came down from his high. You let go of his cock and wiped the cum off your hands with his pant leg as he raised his head back up, his rational mind starting to return. Similarly, you began to realize exactly what just happened. You looked him in the face, making sure he was alright (he was grinning), before briskly letting go and backing away from him, standing up. "Shit." "I'd say that was quite the contrary, dear. Definitely not shit." He let out a breathless chuckle.

"Put your fucking clothes back on." You turned away from him. What the fuck did you just do?? Gave the Riddler a goddamn hand job right after beating the shit out of him, that's what. Fuck it all what were you thinking! You heard the shuffle of him putting his shirt and coat back on, and only turned around once you heard the zip of his pants. He recovered quite well from the mess of a man he was on the floor mere minutes ago, the only tell being the cum stains near his crotch and the specific smell of musk emanating from him. "Well now riddle me this-" he starts. "Don't-" "What gets longer when pulled, fits snugly between breasts, slides neatly into a hole, and works well when jerked?" He grins back at you, delighting in the riddle and watching your inner turmoil flash across your face. "Oh my god. Bubble gum? A cigarette? Fuck off." You paced away from him, setting distance between the two of you. "Certainly not your dick," you called over your shoulder. "Is that your final answer? Really, I expected more eloquence but I guess you can't win all the time, now can you?" He sighed over dramatically, picking up his cane and inspecting it. The Riddler rubbed at a tiny scratch on the handle.

You could feel your blood pressure spike again. Your jaw clenched as you glared back at him. Attempting a sardonic smile but really only succeeding in a snarl, you tilted your head at him. "Eloquently, I hope rats turn your mattress into a refinery of their trash, and you wake up in a pool of your own piss." You started to stomp back over to him, anger pumping into your bloodstream, thankfully masking anything else you might be feeling at the moment. "In-eloquently, fuck off and suffer." You stabbed your finger into his chest for punctuation. He clasped your hand between both of his. "If you keep telling me to fuck off, you'll start to give me the wrong idea about us, darling." the Riddler cooed with an exaggerated pout. "You already have the wrong idea; there is no 'us'." You snatch your hand away from his. His eyes narrowed, even if his horrible, snarky grin remained. "No us, huh?" He clicked his tongue. "How disappointing." his finger found its way to your chin resting there for a moment. Next thing you know, his hand is behind your head and he's kissing you hard, more teeth than lips, and keeping you tight there against him. Shock flashes through you before the rage kicks in again, and you promptly launch your knee straight into his crotch. He releases you with a pained groan, gasping as he doubles over. Between gasps of pain, he starts a stilted laugh. You grab his arm and kick him behind the knee, pulling his arm behind his back while he's still reeling in pain. He jerks, but not before you manage to cuff both of his hands behind his back.

"That's enough of your bullshit, to the GCPD you fucking go." You haul him around and start half dragging him, half leading him to the door. Once he's fully got his feet under him, he smirks down at you. "Aw, but we were having so much fun! Truly, Kestrel, sometimes you are such a killjoy." "If you know whats good for you, you'll shut your mouth." You growled out. "Ah, I've heard that before. In fact, if I had a nickle for every time someone's told me to shut up, I think I could rival Bruce Wayne's wealth!" He chirped. Opening the door, you shove him through first, reaching to turn your coms back on. Before you can, The Riddler tilts his head back at you with a smile. "For the record, the answer is a seat belt."

big thank you to times for being a true bestie and helping me make this legible lol. they're a great beta reader!!! she has a lot of good recommendations if y'all would like to check them out!!

[danosrosegarden]

sex, drugs, etc. - amy price x edward nashton (NSFW) ₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊

{contains: descriptions of smoking weed/being high, established trust/consent, descriptions of intox kink, oral sex (fem receiving), and a handjob.}

note: oh hey, here's that gotham oc i was talking about awhile ago! i hope you like her. please. from now on, feel free to request anything with amy!

"Hold it, hold it, hold it!"

Edward's reddened, forest green eyes were glazed over with glossy sheets of tears as he coughed hard, a cloudy puff of smoke bursting out from his mouth.

Amy was a good smoke buddy. She'd laugh at Eddie's inability to hold his smoke for more than a few seconds, but her presence still comforted him. She would dance with him when he was feeling the mile high elation and would pet his hair and shush him when he was feeling the gnawing paranoia. She was good for braving new storms in general, always so willing to hold his hand and dive into the abyss together.

His crush was abounding and hopeless, needless to say. There was no way the breathtaking mess that was Amy Price had time for the mushy gushy romance that Edward Nashton daydreamed about. It ripped his heart into bloody, jagged pieces, the thought that he'd never be able to have her in the way he really wanted. But what he had with her now was beautiful. Being her friend was a rollercoaster, a bright, supernova explosion...damn it, it was just fun to be her friend. So he would continue to buy weed from her and help her dye her hair in her bathroom and watch scary movies with her at midnight and he'd do it all with a smile on his face, never expecting more than what he already was blessed with. He couldn't afford to fuck it up.

Amy giggled as Edward shook his head rapidly. Droplets of tears poured from his eyes as he exploded into a guttural cough. "Gettin' better," Amy bit sarcastically as she waved away his smoke.

She was lucky enough to be one of two residents in her small complex. This wasn't without reason, though. The paint was peeling and the area was sketchy. Then again, what area of Gotham wasn't infected?

Her apartment reeked of a nauseating mix of weed and YSL perfume, but there was also something undeniably alluring about it to Edward. The trailing scent that Amy left on his jacket had served as shameful masturbation material for months now. God, he needed her. He'd take each little fragment, every little piece from the trail she left. Every hug that lingered a little bit too long to be considered just friendly. Every sly smile she'd thrown at him while watching the high wash over him. You're so cute when you're high, Eddie, she'd say, and he would have her smokey words memorized almost instantly to replay in his mind for later.

She was doing it on purpose. She had to be, right? She knew how tightly she had him wrapped around her finger. She knew that he'd do anything to make her smile, to see her happy. And deep down in her mind, she knew he'd do anything she asked him to. He'd humiliate himself. He'd be her bitch. It was all about her, and she knew it.

But he never expected to actually hear it, which is why he nearly went into cardiac arrest when Amy asked if he was a virgin one night while they were listening to records in her room.

"I...I'm sorry?" Edward managed to choke out.

"You don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable," Amy mumbled. "But I had an idea."

For fuck's sake. Edward was already in danger of fainting from the sheer percentage of blood rushing to his dick. "Uh...yeah. Yeah, I am. Why?"

A dusting of pink brushed itself across Amy's cheeks. Edward cracked a smile; it was a little sweet to see Amy finally falter in some way. She was so carefree and confident that many times Edward had wondered if there was anything that could make her blush or break. He had never once considered that it might be him.

"If you wanted it to be...I don't fucking know dude, special? With someone who really cared about you? Then. Y'know..."

He was really going to faint. He was sure of it now.

Amy took the look of whiplashed shock on his face as apprehension, disgust. "I'm so sorry. Man, it was stupid for me to even bring up. I'm a dumbass. I'm sorry, Ed."

Edward shook his head rapidly as Daniel Johnston continued to drone from Amy's dusty record player in the corner.

"No, no, it's not stupid. That's...that's really kind of you."

Amy peered up at him from where her eyes were drilling into the ground shamefully. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Edward nodded. "Just kinda scared, that's all."

Amy nodded.

They sat together for awhile in the gentle quiet. Edward thought about the times where Amy had paid for their restaurant food when his card declined. Or the times she'd driven him out of the city and to somewhere with clear lakes and thick-leafed, lush green trees. Or the times he had laughed with her until they were crying, the times she'd hummed him to sleep when the blood-stained nightmares came crawling into his brain. He had never had the courage to say it out loud or even entertain the thought of it for more than a few passing seconds, but in this moment, he was sure of it: he loved her.

"S'really not as scary as people hype it up to be," Amy said, breaking Edward from his rushing waterfall of thoughts.

He shook his head. "Easy for you to say."

Amy scoffed. "Callin' me a slut? I've been around the block, can't deny it."

She scooched closer to Edward. His cheeks burned. "But it's never mattered like it would matter with you. Unless you don't want any strings attached. I'd understand that."

Edward sensed a pang of disappointment ringing in Amy's voice, and his heart lurched. Never in a million years did he suspect Amy would want something more with him. Maybe just for fun on a drunken, sloppy night. But she meant it. She was serious. Jesus. This is the part where he really passes out this time.

It seemed Amy could sense the strings of tension tugging on Edward's heart. "Hey, I got another idea. How about we get high, and then it happens."

Edward laughed and pushed his glasses back up his nose. "That's your solution to every problem, huh, is just to get high?"

"Not every problem! Look, I was just thinking like this: when you get high, you normally begin to stop giving a fuck about most things. If you're high, you have less to worry about. Your brain can just go on autopilot. You can just be."

Edward nodded. Despite the raging thundercracks of anxiety rippling through his body, it did sound nice. To be able to shut his worries off and just let it happen.

Finally, he sighed and nodded. "Alright."

A grin spread itself wide across Amy's face. "Alright then. Hey, you stoplight me. Say red if you ever wanna stop. Red and it's done and we don't talk about it again. Yeah?"

A firecracker burst of energy and color exploded in his gut as he realized it: it was actually going to happen. That thing that he had dreamed about each night as he rutted into his hand and let his pitiful whines slip out from his throat. It was happening.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

It was raining, the night that it happened. They laid together on Amy's bed, the lights dim and the lofi music crackling on low. Edward listened to the sounds of the dark thunderclouds rumbling and the cold droplets of water pinging against the windows as Amy kissed him and rubbed a soft, gentle hand against the skin of his thigh. His hands trembled as they found a spot on the curve of her hips. He was sure she could feel how painfully hard he already was, and half expected her to laugh in that cruel cackle she always let loose. But she was soft with him. She kissed him gently and pet his head sweetly and God, if it had been possible to fall for her any harder, Edward was there.

Edward's head swam as Amy pulled away. "You remember?" she asked, her voice low and gravelly. "Red and we stop."

Edward felt the time around him liquefy as he blinked and nodded.

A deep warmth crackled and popped in his stomach like a burning campfire as Amy pulled down the boxers she was wearing. She ran a finger up and down her cunt, and Edward let a single, small gasp escape from him as she held the finger out. It was glistening in the dim, orange lampshade light, and he felt his own precum dribbling down to his thigh.

Amy grasped for the bedsheets as Edward dipped down to latch his tongue onto her. Her hips swiveled around as Edward sighed into her. He couldn't help the crooked grin that plastered itself across his face as he lapped gently at her clit. Her quiet little gasps and soft sighs went straight to the tightening knot balling up in his stomach. He'd never really stepped out of the dark in his life before. It was always the cold, the black, the grime, the grit, the pain...but her. There would never be a beam of warm, sparkling, assuaging sunshine like her. Maybe through this, he was finally doing something that felt right. Something just. Something good.

Amy laced her fingers through Edward's tangled hair and tugged. He whimpered at the burning shoots of pain that shot through his scalp. He wondered if Amy's brain was melting like he felt his was. Maybe she got high so often that she was just used to it at that point. But to Edward, this was enchantment. This was bewitchment. This was trust like he had never imagined possible. This was magic.

Amy pulled Edward's face away from her dripping cunt and motioned for him to sit back up.

He did as he was told swiftly, and Amy tugged on the elastic waistband of his boxers.

"You tell me."

Edward nodded rapidly. "Green."

She pulled the waistband down and gently wrapped a hand around his throbbing cock, spreading the glistening pearls of precum around his shaft. Edward closed his eyes, feeling the crashing waves of his high and his pleasure washing through his whole body. The warmth of them both swam around his brain and poured down into his curling toes as Amy slowly pumped her hand up and down.

Everything around him was dripping into one melting pot: the different flecks of grassy green in Amy's sparkling eyes. The droning music pouring from the record player. The spattering rain drizzling from outside. Out there was cold and dark and reminded Edward of the nights he'd spent sick with nausea and nightmares. But here, inside Amy's glowing room, his body pressed against hers...in here was safe.

Safe. What a concept. It always felt right out of his grasp, just an inch out of his reach. But that was the right word for what he felt with her. He felt safe.

[froms8nsashes]

Colorful

Ed was so used to the greys, blacks, browns, blues, and murky tones of the Gotham police department. He was used to seeing the colorless world as if a filter had been put over his eyes. The colorless world didn't make him depressed, as one would typically think. No, Gotham is his home, always has been. Gotham never bummed him out.

The people did.

As much as he smiled and nodded, complied with what detectives and officer's asked of him while on the job. He couldn't help but hate them in the back of his mind. They were all sad, depressed assholes who clearly could never figure out his daily riddles. Including that medical examiner. Always shouting and reporting him to the captain because "he's not supposed to be in the examiner's office. he's forensics."

That guy deserved the harmless prank. It was either Ed got suspended or her did, and there was no reason for Ed to get suspended.

Just after his friend Jim had gotten demoted to Arkham asylum duty- he only knew because he was listening in- there was a new face in the GCPD. A new, colorful face.

Her hair was stark red, green striped sweater, yellow smiley face earrings. She wasn't grey, or dreary. He couldn't help but smile when he saw her in the medical examiner's office, looking around. Tracing her finger pads over every little detail. Familiarizing herself with the place.

"I question what lies above, and I'm shared with those you love. At my sound your hands will shake, and oft heard soon after wake. A card not found in a deck." Ed plastered a kind smile on his face when she turned around, not all that startled.

"Oh, I was told by some of the officers out there that someone around here liked riddles." Her smile was bright, like the rest of her. She thought for a moment.

"Do you give up?" Ed asked, he didn't feel like he was being pushed away or ushered off.

"Hey, I didn't know they hired such a nice lookin' lady as the new medical examiner."

He tightened his grip on the files he was holding but nonetheless tried to seem polite. Officer Tom Dougherty was not a man he would like to be in the same room with.

"I appreciate the compliment, but I don't think that charm is going to work on me." She noticed Ed's body language, fixing her posture herself.

"Come now, don't let riddle man here bore you." Tom clapped a hand on Ed's shoulder and his entire body tensed. She could see just how uncomfortable he was by the expression on his face.

Ed still tried to look polite and kind.

She cleared her throat.

"How about you come back another time, I was just asking the forensics specialist about the latest case." She stepped toward officer Dougherty, shooing him with her hands.

He grumbled, but forced a smile and let go of Ed's shoulder, leaving shortly after she shooed him away. Pulling out a kerchief she handed it to Ed.

"I don't like contact like that either, now, I think the answer to your riddle might just be a greeting."

He took the kerchief hesitantly, wiping his shoulder and adjusting his glasses. A genuine smile on his face now.

"Correct! Did you know that some doctors say brighter colors make people happy?"

"No, I don't think I knew that. Oh! I have a bright green little cactus you can put in your office." Her eyes were wide and sparkly, and mismatched blue-brown.

She dug around in the cardboard box she set down on the chair and pulled out a little fake potted cactus, it was indeed very green and had a pink and yellow flower on top. It also had a face, a smiling face.

"Isn't it just the cutest? You can keep it." She handed it to Ed, careful not to touch him.

"You want me to keep this?"

"Yeah! You said bright colors cheer people up, right? So why not have something colorful to brighten up your office."

"I- How did you know I work in forensics?"

"They told me to stay away from a guy named Ed Nygma who worked in forensics because he liked breaking into the medical examiner's office, but you seem like a great guy." She continued to dig through the box. "I also don't mind if you use my office, just as long as you put everything back and clean it, of course."

His smile got wider, if possible.

"I...I never asked your name. I'm sorry."

"Rose, Rose Corvid." She giggled.

So, Ed used her office often. He was quite comfortable, and even helped her during autopsies. Always asking if she'd like help. He couldn't describe the feeling but he felt drawn to her. She was the one person in the precinct that enjoyed and answered his riddles, often leading him to feel all bubbly inside. Even if Harvey or Jim made an offhand comment about the riddles he greets them with, it didn't bother him. At least someone enjoyed the daily riddles.

"Hey, I'm grabbing takeout, do you want any?"

She'd poked her head into the room, immediately making the gray atmosphere light up when he looked up from his desk. That same familiar smile found itself on his face.

"How about that new Chinese place around the corner?"

"Anything special?"

"No, it just- "

"Can't have onions, got it!" She saluted to him with a laugh.

His heart fluttered in his chest. It had been doing that a lot lately. He's been feeling very warm lately as well. Looking back at the evidence files he was going over because of the new case Jim decided to take from a rookie.

"Well, well, well. Such a happy face for working in a shithole." Harvey snickered.

"Were you eavesdropping?"

"No, I came here to check on those evidence files."

"Oh, yes. Those." He clicked his tongue as he closed the folder.

"I don't doubt that smile is caused by that Rose lady, she is a might fine piece of ass."

"Detective Bullock."

"What? You know I'm right. It's always the happy ones that have a sadistic side." Harvey joked.,

"Stop talking about her like that!" Ed snapped.

"Oh- Well, I didn't think you had that in you."

"Please leave."

"Come on-"

"Leave, Detective Bullock."

Ed was pointing at the door, this steely look in his eyes.

Rose came back with quite a big takeout bag, entering just as Harvey was leaving. Ed sighed and rubbed his temples, smelling her sweet perfume he dropped the sour expression for a much happier one.

"I see that look on your face. Was Harvey being a jerk again?"

"No, no. It's fine." Ed tried to laugh it off.

She planted a hand on her hip and rose a brow.

"Are you sure?"

"It was nothing, he just needed those evidence files for the case he's working on." Ed was adjusting things on his desk, he was bothered.

"That's bullshit, and we both know that."

"It really is nothing, I promise you, Rose." There was so much adoration when he said her name. He was fidgeting with his glasses and staring at his desk.

"I won't push it, but if something did happen just know you can tell me."

"Why are you so nice? It would be easier if you just ignored my riddles, and me."

Her shoulders slumped and her eyes softened. Setting the takeout bag on the unused counter she grabbed the rolling stool that was sitting there and sat down across from him at the desk.

"Ed, your riddles every day make me happy. I'm glad I get to see you all the time because you're like the brightest person in here."

"What do you mean?" He blinked twice and leaned away.

"I mean, your smile lights up a room, and you have a real passion for autopsies even though no one really lets you touch the corpses post mortem." She gently took his hand that was tapping rhythmically on the desk and held it. "You make me enjoy going to work."

"Thank... Thank you so much. I... I feel that way about you too."

"I brighten your day?" She looked puzzled.

"Sometimes you're like a walking highlighter," He chuckled half heartedly. "Yes, I often look forward to work because of you. You're the only who answers my riddles, the only one who wants me around."

She frowned.

"I can't believe no one wants you around, you aren't creepy at all."

"It's okay, I can understand why sometimes."

"No, Ed. It's not okay." Rose squeezed his hand.

"You have pretty eyes." He blurted out without thinking.

She was caught off guard.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing. Forget I said that." He pulled his hand away.

"To be honest, I've always thought green eyes were the most gorgeous."

His eyes widened and he adjusted his glasses again, this time adjusting his collar too. Looking anywhere in the room but her he started tapping his hand again, but only his pointer finger.

"Did you make sure there aren't any onions?"

"Yes, I made sure there were no onions, but if there are I can pick them off."

"Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me."

"Yes, I do."

"No, no, anyone would do that for someone they care about."

"Miss Corvi- "

She leaned forward and kissed him quick on the lips.

"Now, food?"

[foxienygma]

You have no idea how much I love every version of The Riddler!!❤️❤️❤️ (Or maybe you do ☝🏻🤓) I saw this image and thought it was perfect to add some of his versions with my OC. I use her so she can give Edward the love he deserves.

[doublyee]

puppy ahh🦮

[starshinesluvr]

Hi, I need someone to squish Edwards round cheeks like an auntie at christmas, can you help?

OF COURSE!! christmas came early... hes so very squishy

extra doodles + selfship art under cut!! ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ᗜ^)

my favorite crazed guy ♡

[necrominn]

it's not even art block i'm like severely mentally ill i can't do shit so have these ed doodles

that on the right was an eli sketch but whatever

i hate his fucking glasses i hate drawing glasses goooooddamn his mother birthed a mole

[finzphoenix]

Sadie and BTAS Riddler sharing a kiss in Gotham's Robinson Park, commissioned by the awesome @nelson-and-murdock! Many thanks to you!! ^3^🖤🤍🖤🤍

Sadie, OC (c) nelson-and-murdock Riddler (c) DC Comics Art (c) FinzPhoenix

[truecobblepot]

look at those roommates to lovers losers

[venusjr-12doctor]

THE RIDDLERS LOVER - CHAPTER 1

THE NYMPH IN THE LABYRINTH

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Batman (Movie 2022), The Riddler: Year One Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Edward Nygma/Original Female Character(s), Edward Nashton/Original Female Character, The Riddler/Original Female Character(s), The riddler/Paul Dano Characters: Edward Nygma, The Riddler, Edward Nashton, Original Female Character(s), Officer Martinez (The Batman Movie 2022), Jim Gordon (DCU), Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Graphic descriptions of violence, Dark romance (Im not shitting about this one), Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Rape/Non-con Elements, Catholic Guilt, Past Child Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Stalking, Toxic Relationship, Childhood Friends, Trigger warning: Priests and nuns, The female lead is a serial killer, Virgin Edward, Touch starved Edward, Breeding Kink, Urophilia (Just a little...), Masochism, Sadism, Graphic Depictions of Illness, Loss of Virginity, depictions of torture, Heavy BDSM, male penetration, Yes he gets pegged :), The female lead is a femme fatal, Edward is a bisexual and i would die on that hill, Its so fun writting about trauma, Obsessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, autistic Edward, Eventually there would be romance but first smut and trauma, OC its A VILLAIN, Fluff and Angst, tons of angst, Both love to hurt each other its their kink, Rope Bondage, They despise the other, But they literally cannot live without the other, Schizophrenia, I hope i write about it... in a decent way?, Stockholm Syndrome, they are both switch, Humiliation, Praise Kink, Maybe im missing some other tags, But this fic has intense BDSM and a lot of kinks...

  Summary:

Against everybody would think, Edward Naston had only one friend in his entire life, and the same one that owns his soul. Emiliana Guzman grew up with him in the Gotham orphanage since the tragic accident that made her lose everything. Foster and foreign, Edward gives it a shot on his curiosity and offers to teach her english.

After ten years without contact, Edward finds her again, changed and beautifully lethal. Emiliana is a serial killer, and she is behind the same target Edward wants. ‘What would you do if your best friend became better than you at everything? Would you let her have what is your life purpose or destroy her?’

A/n:

Hi! I dont know how this really works, and everytime i see others peoples works with all those gifs and flashing lights scare the shit out of me xd. Im an old victorian lady by heart, so im doing my best trying to publish this shit xd. I would love to see your comments and your thoughts <3 (im sorry my drawings sucks, i just started drawing in digital this july). 

[2-guns-b1tch]

They are like “Challengers” but more mentally ill

Ophelia Swan (oc) x Jonathan Crane x Edward Nygma

[trevolinesmelody]

I try to draw comfort art but IDK WHY I cant like it, maybe its Eddie Jacket, idk, mmmmmmmmmmmmm

[pixelaffections]

“enraptured by my good looks, huh? take a picture, my dear, it’ll last forever.”

“if i took a cleaver down the center of your face, i reckon i’d get symmetrical halves.”

“...i’m swooning. truly, i am.”

[riddlerautism]

felt like drawing my oc with eddie again :3