#the riddler x oc

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missing my boyfriend hours

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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!!

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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.

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Futile Devices | Chapter 3

CW: Terrorism, Joker, trauma, firearms, questionable science, sexual references, Riddler being annoying

Word count: 3,309

Chapter 3

The next few months are an endless droll. Blackmailing this politician, that creep, this regular guy, this guy’s mom, on and on. Still, it’s allowed her to save up money to prepare to make her way to Arkham City. She’s going to set up a hideout within it, or maybe collaborate with that green asshole. She never replies to Riddler’s email, and he has yet to send further communication. She sees no purpose in responding, and what would she say other than, “Okay, and thanks for crawling back to me, I guess”? She will wait for his location.

She’ll have to move out of her apartment, get everything in a storage container, and sneak in. She feels insane, planning to sneak INTO a massive prison full of maniacs. But Joker will be there. The walls of Arkham City are still being built, but the city has them building it fast. The whole thing is odd, and seems stupid, but it’s the perfect opportunity for Morgan.

Thursday, November 9, 2017

They’re beginning to move inmates into Arkham City. I’m not certain about Joker, I haven’t received any reliable intel. Nothing from Riddler yet either.

I’ve saved up plenty, and am talking to the landlord about moving out soon. I’ll rent the storage facility once I get that worked out, and make quick work of things. I’ll call Shuji and Skyler to ask for help with moving. For once, I’m grateful to know someone with a truck.

The nightmares continue, but I’m sleeping longer. 4 ½ hours last night. I’m trying to do it unmedicated, especially since Becky’s pissed at me. Well, for now, anyway.

Mark, Dad, I love you. I’m sorry if you’d be disappointed, but I have to do this for you.

~Morgan

And the cycle continues. Waking up, eating breakfast, journaling, going to Muay Thai, coming home and working until early in the morning and having a concerning lack of sleep due to relentless night terrors. It’s monotonous. It’s torturous. Tonight, she tries something new. Maybe confronting what really happened can help, somehow? Force her brain to stop showing her something she wasn’t there for? Then she can just agonize over it being her fault.

Thursday, November 9, 2017 11:41pm

I’m sorry to be writing in you again, journal. Jeez, is it cheesy and weird to refer to your journal as “journal”? And to ask yourself rhetorical questions in said journal? Jesus. Sorry.

It was a beautiful day, my nightmare always gets that right. Mark had a conference in Star City on Monday, but we wanted to go a day early to make a short family trip out of it. Just me, Mark, and my dad. Go sightseeing, make fun of Green Arrow, and eat some good food.

I remember that it was a Sunday morning. Early. Nothing really ever happens in the mornings in Gotham, besides people coming home from whatever they were doing Saturday night. We were supposed to take the train at 7:00 am so we could get there, do an early hotel check in, and make it to the stupid ghost tour. We were only going this early because I wanted to go on that tour, and yet I still slept in. I did a lot in those days. I was depressed, and was looking at pictures of Leo, his son, and his wife long into the night before. So, I slept in. At least sleep was still an escape for me then. And yet, it’s why I lost them.

Dad 6:45am

Hey, almost here?

Mark 6:52am

Dude

Me 6:54am

Oh God, I’m so sorry!!! I slept through my alarm. I can get ready fast and I packed my bags, but I don’t think I can make it in time. Is there another train?

Dad 6:54am

At 8:00, yes. We’ll take this train, I’ll ask if they can move your ticket to 8:00.

Mark 6:55am

I hate you

Me 6:55am

Thank you Dad, can they?

Dad 7:03am

We worked it out, sorry to text later. On the train now, about to head off. Can we meet you at the hotel?

Me 7:07am

Yes, I’ll see you there. Sorry Dad, I love you!

And that was it. Next thing I know, as I try to get to the damn train station, everything is blocked off. Smoke fills the air, flames are still roaring. On loop, over and over again, is Joker’s awful rendition of “London Bridge”. He thought it was hilarious, the whole situation. A “little joke” he called it, according to the papers.

I had shoved past all of it, flashing my badge at officers trying to stop me. Thankfully, they didn’t look close enough to see if I had clearance. They were probably stunned to see what happened. And there was nothing left. Nothing discernible, anyways. Bits and pieces of people could be found, but it was difficult to identify. I had nothing to bury, nothing to cremate even. All I had was their belongings. And I had to go through everything, decide what was “worth” keeping and what wasn’t. But my apartment and my paycheck were so small, I didn’t have anywhere to keep most of it and had to sell. Sure, the life insurance paid out, but not enough to get a new, bigger place that I could actually maintain financially.

I’m glad Noah was nice, he helped with the funeral. He was devastated to lose Mark, he told me they were talking about getting married. He told me he thought he should have died too, that he should’ve taken off of work to go to Mark’s conference and died with him. He told me he didn’t know how to live without him. He told me he didn’t know how I could live with myself. I haven’t heard from him since the day of the funeral. That doesn’t upset me, though. He’s right. We both should have died that day. Now, how can we move on? How will I ever?

Morgan shuts her journal and sighs longingly. Writing it out didn’t feel great. In fact, it felt horrible. Maybe it will help soon, though? Tonight? Please? It does, she soon finds out. Well, in the way that the nightmare has changed. Now, it’s just reliving what she experienced. What really happened. What she feels she did to cause it. Of course, it’s amplified by their voices, screaming and begging for help. She’s unsure which nightmare is worse.

—

Riddler emailed her last night, instructing her to go to some obscure place in The Bowery. 10:30pm, December 1st. So, it’s time to move out.

Shuji and Skyler have come to help her load all of her furniture into the storage facility. They played bass and guitar respectively in The Gotham Jets, and they’ve managed to maintain a friendship over the years. If only she would talk to them more consistently, when things get really bad. It’s helpful having them around for stuff like this, though, especially because Shuji is taking her drum kit. He has no kids and a nice place with his producing job, it’s perfect.

It’s pouring rain, very cold rain. ‘God,’ Morgan thinks. ‘It must be one degree away from freezing, it’s shocking that it isn’t snow.’

“So, are we, like, even supposed to know that you’re going on some top-secret mission?” Shuji questions as he and Morgan plant the plastic-covered couch down on the concrete floor. Morgan adjusts her clear rain coat.

“Well, no, but what else was I supposed to tell you?” Morgan replies. Shuji shrugs.

“Well, I dunno. What do cops usually say?”

“Usually, they don’t leave long enough to have to store everything in a facility. But, Arkham City is entirely different from everything else we’ve ever seen,” Morgan replies, as she grabs her favorite lamp from the back of Skyler’s truck.

“That’s all such bullshit, what’s the point?” Skyler practically whines. “It’s just going to make us feel less safe. I liked the crazies being on an island far away, contained. Well, more contained than they are having a whole portion of the city to themselves. MY portion of the city. I have to move all my shit by December 15th. Do you know how hard it is to find a house for a family of four right before the holidays when everyone else is doing the same damn thing?” Skyler throws his hands around as he speaks, drops of rain falling off of his dirty blonde locks that poke out from under his trucker hat.

Morgan sighs.

“I believe it. And I agree, pretty much all of GCPD does. Another thing not to tell anyone. I think you’re worse off than me, Sky.”

“You have to go INTO it, Morgan,” Shuji exclaims. His raven hair has grown out some, where it curls nicely under his earlobes. It’s not quite as luscious as it was in high school, though. “I mean, why the hell is the IT girl going into Arkham City?”

Morgan puts down the box of her baking stuff.

“First of all, I am NOT the IT girl, okay? I am involved in intense, horrific, cybercrime investigations, I see a lot of shit, I don’t fix people’s WiFi or email passwords. Second of all, that much I actually can’t tell you. There’s a reason, just trust me.”

Shuji throws his hands up in defense and chuckles, Skyler joining him in laughter. Morgan rolls her eyes, but smirks.

They finish unloading her stuff into the facility, discussing when the band should meet again after Morgan gets out of her assignment. There is no assignment, of course, since Morgan quit the GCPD months ago, but these guys don’t have to know that. It’s for the best that they don’t know who she has turned into. Morgan herself doesn’t even know who she’s become.

—

The arms truck is packed. Hiding amongst bags upon bags of firearms and ammunition isn’t the least comfortable she’s been in her life, but this is up there. She disguised herself as a TYGER guard to toss her 3 super packed duffel bags into the truck. She’ll find a way to get more resources inside, but clothes, hygiene stuff, period products, and extra food and water are a must.

She’s unsure what the Riddler will have her do. She has guns, of course, she’s surrounded by them, so they will be well-protected. But otherwise… Morgan doesn’t have all that much of a plan. Edward Nigma is a smart man, she has simply assumed he will have it all worked out. Will she stay with him? Is he actually just about to use her as bait in some sort of trap? Will they get in some sort of argument that results in a murder or other violent outburst? Hopefully not. Morgan is determined to make this work. She’s not one to appease people, especially not men, but she is willing to do pretty much anything to seek justice for her father and brother. A woman who has lost everything fears nothing.

It’s difficult to find the opportunity to slip out of the truck. Morgan keeps the uniform on initially, walking towards this building near the Amusement Mile area where the other guards are storing everything. As she debates how the hell she’s supposed to slip away, Two Face’s men appear. They start shouting at the TYGER guards, and a fight over the bags quickly ensues. Throwing off the mask and hat, Morgan is able to slip away and make the trek towards The Bowery. The walk itself isn’t long, but the cold makes it agonizing. Her bones ache wildly, and she swears she feels an uptick when she finally makes it to the address Edward left, finding herself standing in front of an electrified chain link fence.

What the fuck?

She gets the impression this is some sort of test. So be it. Morgan tosses her duffel bags over the fence, and turns around. As per usual with Gotham, there’s plenty of trash lying about. Amongst the trash is a large tree branch and some kind of metal pipe. Perfect. Morgan lifts the tree branch and maneuvers it over to the fence. She jams it into the fence, pushing as much of the wood against the fence as she can. Ah, yes, a deadly voltage is coursing through this fence. Of course. This is The Riddler, after all. Morgan returns to her trash pile and grabs the metal pipe. She puts it on the right side of the branch, and that seems to do the trick. The fence appears to short-circuit, which Morgan uses a piece of paper to test. Still hot, but she has gloves on and the majority of the TYGER guard uniform. Perfect.

Now to scale the fence. Morgan sighs before jumping up onto it. She jumps a good distance, but the fencing is rather high, because of course it is. Morgan’s gloved grip is tight, and she sinks her fingers and the tips of her combat boots into the gaps between the fencing to stabilize herself as she climbs up the side. In this moment, she is grateful that unadulterated rage led to her sticking to her strength training. She grunts as she pulls herself up to the top, and sits for a moment before she begins a slight descent. After shuffling down maybe two feet, Morgan hops off the fence. She exhales, and stretches a bit before picking up her bags.

She approaches the worn metal door, and hears a distinct *click*.

“If this motherfucker just LOCKED this door-“ Morgan starts, but finds that it’s open as she pushes down on the handle. She sucks in a breath, a painful one with the cold, and pulls the door open.

—

Morgan enters a room with tracks. They wind around into a circuit, as far as she can see. She shuts the door behind her, and hears another *click* as she assumes it locks back into place. He must be monitoring her. She suddenly feels very self-conscious, and she straightens her back as she begins to traverse this place. She remembers she doesn’t have her mask on, and is about to fumble to grab it from her bag, but there is no use. He already knows who she is.

It’s eerily quiet, and the place doesn’t do well keeping out the cold. She hears dripping somewhere distant, but nothing else. She keeps walking along, trying to figure out the layout of this building, and more importantly figure out where Riddler is.

“Up here, my dear,” a condescending voice proclaims from above.

Morgan’s head snaps upwards towards the sound, and makes her way up some nearby stairs. She finds The Riddler sitting in a chair in front of a bunch of monitors, each clearly corresponding to cameras in and around the building.

“So, you came crawling back,” he smirks as he spins his chair around to look at her. He’s managing to sit in a way that is both proper and lazy: Straight up, yet with a noticeable, relaxed slouch.

Morgan scoffs.

“Me? I’m not the one who changed their mind. I’d say it’s pretty kind of me to make my way over here for a guy who ignored me before.”

“Whatever you’d like to tell yourself,” Riddler laughs as he physically waves away her response. “Please, put your things down, they look awfully heavy. You’re already plenty comfortable without that ridiculous mask, you may as well indulge yourself more.”

Morgan sets the bags down (simply because her arms are exhausted from carrying the weight of them for so long) slowly, eyeing him up and down as she does so like a stray dog.

“At least you have enough intelligence to comprehend that there is no purpose for a mask around a genius such as myself, who found it rather easy to find everything I needed to know about you due to your careless handling of your personal information,” he boasts. He peers down at the bags she had placed on the floor. “Ah, it appears you have brought me some firearms, how kind.”

Morgan glares at him, nearly shocked by the audacity of everything he just said to her.

“For YOU? I had myself in mind, unless you want to offer me something for your protection.”

“Protection!?” Riddler exclaims. “Ha!”

Morgan purses her lips in annoyance. She is REALLY beginning to regret this.

“Look, Riddler. Are you going to help me with Joker or what?”

“Yes, yes, I’ve decided the clown has had enough time to display his pathetic, insane desires,” Riddler replies. “I may as well be the one to do it. Now, what can you do for me?” He places his elbow on the desk, leaning against it and placing his head in his hand. He gives a lopsided, sort of goofy grin.

“Name your price,” Morgan replies. “You know this is important to me. But I figure I can assist in constructing death traps? Amp up security? I co-”

“You can run errands for me,” Riddler interrupts as he stands up straight again. He eyes her up and down so quickly, it’s nearly unnoticeable. “I am the only one with the genius and expertise to construct my riddles.”

Morgan groans.

“Did you miss my degree in your background check on me? Or recall my engineering experience? I’ve made holograms, I’ve hacked into large, well-protected systems. I am much more qualified than an intern, a low-level-”

“Prove it, then,” Riddler retorts. “If you’re so capable, you’ll come up with a way to prove your intelligence. It will certainly pale in comparison to mine, but I believe in granting people a fair shot.”

Morgan glares at him and scoffs.

“You get off on being condescending?”

Riddler quirks an eyebrow.

“My dear, I do not intend to condescend. It is simply the fact that your intelligence could never compare to mine, so anything that strains your little mind to comprehend comes off as a condescension. Nevertheless, I apologize for any offense. Best not to upset you on your first day, hm?” He grins, and it’s fucking annoying.

“You could start with not constantly insulting my intelligence, which I am NOT lacking in,” Morgan insists. “I just don’t feel the need to show it off to compensate for my lack of substance in… other areas.” She intentionally flicks her gaze down towards his crotch for a moment, before bringing them back up to hold an intense, challenging gaze.

Riddler’s expression shifts to one of surprise for a brief moment, possibly a slight embarrassment or offense. He quickly wipes this away with a small smile and “hm”, as he turns back to his monitors.

“You may use the room down the stairs to the right as you please. Just do not make too much noise, I have much thinking to do.

Morgan snorts and rolls her eyes slightly as she picks up her bags, the weight straining her arms. She turns away from him and makes her way into the room he assigned to her.

It’s cold and dark, like the rest of the building, though it’s empty, and relatively clean. She spots a camera up in the corner and presses her lips together in disapproval. She figures it’s truly and honestly just a way to monitor her since he doesn’t trust anyone, but she doesn’t like it. She pulls out her 9mm Smith & Wesson M&P M2.0, already equipped with a silencer (which was a hefty fucking investment, but worth it), and quickly shoots the camera down. Faintly, a disgruntled noise comes from the other room, but he clearly decides not to address the issue as of now. That would kind of make him look like a creep, wouldn’t it? Morgan smirks as she begins to unpack.

—

A/N: I know this wasn’t the most interesting chapter, I promise things will change soon! If the formatting is weird, I apologize, my computer is broken so I’m hoping this all looks right! Also sorry this took a while, my life has been insane as of late but I am dedicated to my girl Morgan, I want to tell her story. I am not an expert in electrical fencing, I researched some and that was the solution I came up with. If it doesn’t make sense to you, I’m sorry. Have a wonderful day!

[finzphoenix]

Foxy and Eddie having a fun time and engaging in some dancing, commissioned by the ever amazing @wingedqueenlynx!! The only request was to capture their whimsy, which I hope I did!

Also: A very Happy Birthday to you, dear Lynx! May your day be filled with tons of joy and love!! ^///^💕💕🎉🎉

Foxy, oc (c) wingedqueenlynx Riddler (c) DC comics Art (c) FinzPhoenix

[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.

[wingedqueenlynx]

Some Arkham Survivor and Riddler chaos drawings that I did today XD

Eddie tried being cool but ate shit lol

Man lost his measuring tape :[

[truecobblepot]

look at those roommates to lovers losers

[loony-lupus]

Another silly meme I shouldn't have done 🙃

Old but gold.

[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). 

[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 ♡

[random-little-gal]

I finally finish the design of BATMAN X SQUID GAME crossover!!

Bruce Wayne takes over Veronica Vreeland invitation to play the Squid Game that she got for playing a card game in a subway stating that he could win the 45.6 billion game for her. Bruce is hesitant, due to the fact he is a billionaire playboy so it won’t be fair for the other players, but anything for his friends. Guess Robin can look over Gotham.

Now Bruce Wayne is sedated and wakes up in a dormitory with 455 other contestants, surprising some familiar faces. Now Wayne have to find the secret in the games and try to find the way to end the deadly children’s game before everyone else die.

⬇️ More art down below ⬇️

Guard 07 Jervis!!

[riddlerpenis]

Self indulgent