#this goes out to edward nashton

[phitzybabie]

I GOT HOME FROM SCHOOL AND PAUL DANO WAS IN MY ROOM HELP

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Riddler's daughter in the "Arkham Academy" storyline from Urban Legends #21-23... I quite like this take on her og look from the last continuity.

[pletoric0]

warm-ups that now make me rotate this au in my brain as well

i imagine this as ed having fallen from grace and forgotten what happened exactly. Bruce nurses him back to health in reltive secret (alfred knows), and helps him adjust to life on earth, but he feels conflicted on wether he should help edward let go of hope or hold on to it

[mimicmimikyuwrites]

The Riddler (Edward Nashton) Dating Headcanons

Ask: "shakes ur hand. hope it's not too much, but could i req some headcanons on what'd it'd be like to date the riddler/edward nashton? i dont mind SFW or NSFW! :3"

Contents/Possible Warnings: Angst, Edward is slightly a little creep, fluff, GN!Reader/AMAB and AFAB inclusive, smut warnings in labeled section, SMUT, MDNI

Other Notes: I did both SFW and NSFW, but they're separated into labeled sections in case anybody wants to only read one or the other. I'm happy to be writing for Eddie again! Thank you, Anon. 💚

SFW Headcanons:

You're most likely to meet him somewhere he frequents heavily, such as his workplace or his favorite diner. You're probably his coworker in some way or someone who works/is a regular at the diner. He's not very social, so it'll take him a while before he greets you in any way. Expect a lot of glances or small smiles from him before he feels confident enough to strike up a conversation with you.

Alternatively, you could even be a follower of his. This would change the meeting dynamic a lot, as he'd be more confident in talking to you; he does have ways of knowing things about you if you attend his streams (you should probably invest in better security for your computer, y'know.)

Edward has never had any sort of long-term or serious/semi-serious relationship before you, which is something he's never been proud of. His relationships before you were short-lived and when he was much younger, and they typically came to be because someone pitied him or needed to use him for something. They were hardly really even relationships.

He doesn't form bonds easily with others on account of never really being given the chance, so his relationship with you cycles between him being distant and scared to interact with you out of fear of rejection or abandonment, all the way to him being very clingy and affectionate when he realizes you're not leaving.

Even when he's deep into his fears regarding rejection, he's still very loving. Not a day goes by without him telling you how much he appreciates and loves you. You're the first person in his eyes to truly give him a chance, and he'll never let that go.

Similar to how he sees Batman before meeting him face-to-face in Arkham, Edward thinks you're the only good thing in the city. You are his angel in every sense of the word, a beacon of light in his miserable life.

Going back to the topic of affection, he starts very awkwardly. He's touch-starved in every single way. He's rarely been hugged, kissed, cuddled, etc. He craves affection, but it scares him at first, because he's afraid of fucking it up and pushing you away.

His first kiss with you is something you initiate, and he freezes up when your lips touch his. With his heart pounding in his chest from pure adrenaline, he melts into it, letting out a desperate whine against your lips. He is pathetic in an endearing way.

You'll have to teach him how to kiss, but he's a quick, eager learner. Soon after, kisses will become a primary form of affection for him (giving and receiving).

He's the first one to say "I love you," albeit accidentally. It had slipped out one night while you were on a date, and while he meant it he worried it was too soon, or that he had even might've mistaken your relationship for something more serious than you had seen it.

You had to reassure him that everything was alright and that you did share his feelings. "I love you, Eddie." You had told him.

He had never heard those words before, and they felt exhilarating to hear. He almost started crying, but held it back because you were both in the middle of a restaurant and he didn't want to embarrass you. Once you two get home he hugs you tightly, crying into your shoulder as he does. He's just so happy.

Jumping to discuss his inevitable change into the Riddler, he's very secretive about it in the beginning. It's for three main reasons: he doesn't want to jeopardize his plans and work, he doesn't want to scare you, and lastly, he doesn't want to lose you.

You found out on your own, discovering his whole Riddler outfit hidden carefully in a mostly unused storage closet in your shared apartment. You do eventually accept him and what he's doing to some extent, but his hiding it from you does cause tension and a newfound distrust in your relationship.

Once things settle he's eager to show you off to his followers. He covers what features need to be covered, of course. With a mask of your own covering your face, he gleefully introduces you to his watchers, a myriad of giggles leaving him as he does.

You're met with a positive reception by his chat, with many asking to see you in future streams. You become a feature of his tamer ones, usually being in the background or chiming in occasionally.

Weirdly, his crazed giggles and little riddles are nice to hear. They mean he's happy, and that's what you want for him. He's lived a horrible, lonely life and you think he deserves something good for a change.

All in all, Edward is an awkward, but sweet man to be with. Even when he's dangerous and out for blood when donned in his Riddler persona, he'd still never hurt you. He's in love for the first time in his life, and every part of him cherishes you. Whether he's your Eddie or the infamous Riddler, a lot of love is to be expected from him. He'd happily kill for you, no questions asked.

Bonus: He gives you a lot of cards filled with cheesy, romantic riddles. "What flower is kissable? Tulips." Or "What did the paper clip say to the magnet? I find you very attractive!" The more it borders on being funnily cringe-worthy, the better it is to him.

NSFW Headcanons (Contains: Oral sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, sex on a live stream, semi-clothed sex, questionable use of duct tape):

He fucks like he's in heat. The first time you have sex with him he's rutting into you, trying to get as much of you as possible. He's whimpering, moaning, and whining. He's loud, too. He tries to speak, to let you know how fucking good it feels and how much he loves you, but he's unable to. He's overwhelmed by it all, but it feels too amazing for him to stop

He doesn't last long during your first time, spilling into you with barely a warning, a long whine of your name leaving his mouth as he cums. When he's done he has a dopey smile on his face, green eyes glazed over.

He cuddles after sex every single time. He may like feeling used during the act itself sometimes, but afterward, he wants to feel loved. Snuggle with him, give him little kisses, and clean up with him and he's good to go. Sex is very intimate for him, especially when he's being submissive to you during the earlier parts of your relationship.

This man loves to give oral. He's sloppy and makes a mess of you while he does it, but he is eager to please. He sucks dick/eats pussy like it's his calling and his life depends on it. Please tug on his hair while he's on his knees for you, he loves it.

Edward may give you control, but the Riddler is a different story. The mask gives him confidence and makes him feel fully in control. He feels unstoppable. He'll be a lot rougher and degrading, often demanding you beg for him to touch you. Even so, he's still your Eddie under that mask, and Eddie fucks like he's desperate.

If you're up for it, the Riddler will have sex with you on his stream, claiming it's a little treat for his loyal followers. It gets him off knowing that even though you're being viewed by hundreds all across Gotham City, you're still his and he's the only one touching you. He likes to show off what's his.

He's a fan of taking Polaroids of you during the aftermath of your sessions. Some of his favorites have you tied up with his cum in or on you.

Speaking of tying you up, he likes to use duct tape on your wrists for some extra, kinky control over you.

Edward Nashton is a horny, desperate little freak.

[abrcmswrld]

NSFW Alphabet | TFE!Edward Nashton x Reader

Word Count: 1,979

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MDNI), seriously this whole thing is smut and that’s it, AFAB terms used

Summary: A collection of drabbles centered around sex with my version of Edward Nashton from my fic series: The French Exit.

Author’s Note: This is dedicated to the discord server. I’ve loved getting to know their Eddie’s. Thank you for giving my Eddie a chance.

HBD Pookie<3

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

He's tender and clingy, keeping his arms wrapped around you for as long as he possibly can until you finally nudge him off to clean up. After that he's helpful, he loves taking the time to wipe you down. He'll take any excuse to touch your body, really.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

He's never given it much thought for himself. He's always thought himself to be below average in most categories. Whether it's looks or strength, he's always felt himself fall short. But he can recognize that he excels in brains. He is quite proud of the mind he has.

When it comes to you however, he can't find a part that he doesn't like, but the feeling of your thighs is absolute heaven to him. He loves to sink his fingertips into the soft flesh as he laps his tongue over you or as he fucks into you slowly. He also loves to rest his head on them and feel your fingers trailing through his hair.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I'm a disgusting person)

He will cum anywhere you ask. By the time he reaches his climax, he’s putty in your hands. Any dominance he may have held is gone as his legs shake. You want him to cum on your stomach, back, face, inside you? He’ll do it. But if he’s being honest he prefers to finish inside of you. The sticky slickness as he continues to rut into you even after finishing is the perfect overstimulation.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's very voyeuristic. To an alarming extent. The view from your window is just perfect. He can feel the pressure in his pants the moment you begin to undress after a long day at the office. Of course, you know exactly what he's doing and you secretly get off on it too.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

He has very little experience. Aside from a pity handjob in his early 20's, he's avoided most sexual interaction. He doesn't find it easy to go on dates. He has a decent idea of how things work as he has watched plenty of porn in his lifetime, but I wouldn't call him experienced.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

His weak spot is missionary. He loves to hover over you with you caged in him arms. He enjoys taking it one step further and lifting your leg to his shoulder. It gives him the same pleasure of seeing your face with an added bit of pressure that gets both you and him to the edge faster than any other position.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

You’re the one person he can let a chuckle out with. He tries to embrace that side of himself in closed off spaces with just the two of you, such as the break room. But for some reason he can’t make it translate into the bedroom. He’s never been so intimate with someone before, it’s very serious to him. He’s too focused on the ecstasy of the moment and the feelings he has for you pouring out to goof off at all.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He keeps himself trimmed decently. He tried to shave completely once, but ended up giving himself awful razor burn and cuts. He’s not been a fan since.

He doesn’t have a preference for his partner. He loves for them feel confident however they choose.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

As previously said, he’s never experienced such intimacy with anyone before. Never had someone touch him with such tenderness, like they want to heal all of his wounds, internal and external. He often finds himself crying during the act. It’s not a sadness response and it’s something he’s found he can’t quite control. He just wants you to know how much he loves you in that moment. He wants to be as close as two souls can possibly be.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’s masturbates decently often. More often after developing a crush on you. Less often when the tension breaks between the two of you. He’d much rather feel your hand, mouth, heat, than his own hand.

Before you, his relationship with masturbation wasn’t great. Years of catholic guilt can do that to a person. He often fights the feeling of shame after his release. He struggles to enjoy the feeling of bliss while coming down. Watching you pleasure yourself for him, and the way you whimper and smile through it intrigues him, and he strives to be able to enjoy himself in a similar fashion.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Voyeurism: This is his big one. It’s questionable at times. He knows it’s sick, the way he watches you through your window, but he can’t help himself. It’s as if you left the curtain open as an invitation.

Even as your relationship progresses, he finds himself asking you if he can watch as you pleasure yourself. He loves to observe. He loves to take note of the things that make you whimper.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He prefers the comfort of your home. It’s warm and safe and comfortable. Nothing else to bother the two of you. Although he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about bending you over his desk at the office. He finds himself getting hard in his pants as he thinks about it, looking over his shoulder at your concentrated face as you sit at your own desk. He pushes the thought away for his own good.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He’s ashamed to say that everything you do turns him on. He hides it out of fear of offending you or making you believe he only likes the sex, but it’s the little things that get him going. The way you bite your lip while you concentrate on work, the way you laugh at his jokes, the brush of your legs up against him, it all turns him on.

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He’s not big on any form of weapon play. The idea using a weapon (even in a safe and monitored way) on you makes his stomach turn rather than turn him on. He doesn’t like to mix that side of him with your intimacy.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He definitely prefers to give rather than receive. Not that he doesn’t enjoy receiving, but he gets just as much pleasure from eating you out. He loves to bury his head between your thighs and rut against the mattress. Pull him in by his hair and he will cum in his pants.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

His pace depends on the mood he is in. Sometimes he enjoys a loving, slow pace. It allows him to slowly take you apart, piece by piece. But sometimes he loves to drive into you fast and rough. The sound of his skin slapping against yours spurs him on. He loves the way your eyes roll back as he abuses that spot inside you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Shockingly enough, Edward enjoys quickies. He likes to think of it as a miniature version of what you always do. If you’re pressed for time, if the two of you have work, he loves to get in one last fuck. He loves to cum inside of you and watch you leave for work right after.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

His entire life is a risk. The Riddler is a risk. He’d rather not bring you into that risk. He’s seen the way that porn frames scenarios of risky public sex to look enticing, but he just can’t bring himself to enjoy it with you. He’d never put you in a risky position on purpose. You’re the one pure thing in his life.

However, he is willing to experiment with kinks inside the comfort of your own home. He’s supportive when you ask and always tries his best to feed into your fantasies, even if it doesn’t always stick for you guys.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

His stamina is dependent on his mood at the moment. If you have him extremely riled up, he is ready to go multiple rounds with little to no recovery period. However, sometimes he loves a good lazy fuck and to just cuddle up to you afterwards in a hazy, tired bliss.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’d never owned toys before you. He’d thought about it, but never gotten the courage to try them for himself. He knows you own many though and he enjoys using them with you. His favorite is pressing your vibrator to your sensitive bud as he fucks you deep. He loves the way it makes you squirm under him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease and be teased. Although he does find it difficult to tease you for very long. He loves to hear you beg for him and the moment a soft ‘please’ escapes your lips he gives you everything you need.

He loves when you are unfair to him. He loves the playful look in your eyes as you gives him teasing kisses and licks all over his body.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He tries but is generally unsuccessful at holding in his cries and moans. They often come out as a choked off and whiney mess. He loves to hear your sweet noises. He nibbles at your weak spots until you cry out his name. It makes him smile into your flesh.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He loves to see you wear his clothes. He has to hide the erection growing in his pants when he does something as small as giving you his jacket to wear when you’re cold. It’s such a small action but the way his clothes practically swallow you makes his heart race.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

Watching porn all those years hasn’t helped his self esteem. He finds himself feeling insecure about his size a lot. He’s about average length, but is decently thick. He loves it when you let him know how much he stretches you, and the way you clench around him as he drives into you. It’s the only thing that can ease his insecurities.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He is ready to go pretty much whenever. All it takes is the slightest touch of your hands down his chest and sides and those longing kisses, and he is ready. He finds that his sex drive is much higher since becoming intimate with you. It’s a new experience and he finds himself craving you often.

Z = ZZZ (... how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He has gone most of his life struggling with sleep. The orphanage had given him horrific night terrors and his sleep schedule has never been normal. But, after sex with you he feels a calm wash over him that he can't explain. For once he is peaceful and finds himself drifting to sleep rather quickly.

[always-andromeda]

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓��𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✯ Edward Nashton x Fem!Reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ✯ 2447

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ✯ daydreaming about being with you is better than actually being with you because i missed all the red flags and now it's too late + "You're a monster." + "That's never stopped you before."

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ✯ this isn't an official return to writing Dano content! this is merely me getting in touch with my roots a little! because you can't give me unhinged prompts and then tell me not to get even a little bit inspired to write something for Edward lmao. p.s. yes I ever so slightly changed the dialogue prompt!! it just made more sense in the end!!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ✯ smut (minors, do not interact), descriptions of sex, Edward being his normal homicidal self <3, reader is kind of an asshole lmao, vague allusions to violence, and that's all I can think of! please let me know if I need to add more!

(mdni banner template credit goes to @cafekitsune!!)

Sometimes it astounded you just how far a set of sad eyes could fuel your romantic mind. You hesitated to admit that you were delusional, but the thought certainly lived in the back of your head. Anytime it traveled to the front you’d simply brush it back with the justification that everyone did this.

Everyone made up those little romances to lose themselves in. It gave you something to think about in the gaps between really living. In that narrow room of your head lived Edward Nashton. And god, was he really starting to take up even more real estate than you’d ever meant for him to.

He wasn’t even your nicest coworker. Far from it actually, considering how stand-offish he was. At first you looked right over him, preferring the company of coworkers that didn’t make you feel like you were being looked down upon. Because whether he intended it or not, he radiated some sort of superiority. Though he rarely spoke, you simply caught the idea that he didn’t want to be part of anything going on.

Edward never attended company lunches, never went out for drinks after work, and mostly kept to himself during his lunch breaks. He seemed almost intent on isolating himself as much as possible. It didn’t occur to you that maybe it was wrong to quickly assign such malice to his disinterest until he chimed in on a break room conversation you were having with a coworker.

She’d been expressing excitement over the prospect of Bella Reál running for mayor against Mayor Mitchell. She’d scoffed, “It’s about time that bastard gets pushed out of office. We finally have a chance for some real change here.”

For as quiet as he was, you were surprised that Edward’s voice sounded so firm when he raised his head and spoke, “Realchange? What are the odds of that? She’s just another politician. And politicians...they’re nothing more than cardboard cutouts for whatever demographic they want to pander to. They can’t save everyone.“

Your coworker rolled her eyes, saying something about how cynicism won’t do anyone any good before decidedly pushing him out of the conversation entirely. And that gave you the clearest picture you’d had of him yet. Maybe it was less that he didn’t want to be a part of things and more that he didn’t know how to be a part of things.

The more you viewed him through that lens, the more he made sense. And the more it made your heart break for him. It wasn't pity. God no. Out of everyone you knew, Edward was surely the smartest and most capable. But that didn't make it any easier watching him look at the rest of the world with that twitchy, distrustful eye.

Maybe if you were a different person you would've said something. You would at least sit with him. But truth told, he intimidated you.

So, not wanting to risk shouldering any of his disdain, you watched him. And you built up an idea. An idea you were quite fond of.

You noticed that he drank his coffee black. Figured that he took everything else that way too. That he cut straight through the sugar and cream and gulped down the bitterness, grounds and all. All reason, no nonsense. You decided it would probably be hard to be with him. But that wouldn't make it any less gratifying.

Already you could imagine Edward and his walls and how you'd attempt to break through them. Maybe there was some sort of tragic past behind his disassociation. Maybe there was something in him that reflected a little bit of yourself. Maybe you could help him; make him happier. Or maybe he was just a plain old asshole and you'd only make each other worse. Either way, it made him compelling to deconstruct.

Especially when comparing him to the other men in your office. Many of them were loud, boastful, and – perhaps due to some deep seated insecurity – always trying to prove something. Edward, on the other hand, seemed to wear that insecurity on his sleeve with his stuttering replies and lingering glances towards his superiors. You bet he was secretly possessive. Not exactly swift to a fight, but definitely quick to prove that his power was effortless; he didn't need showmanship the way those other men did. 

Something about that made him inherently cool to you. As much as he may have been a nobody, a loser, and a nerd...he was also everything. Everything and nothing all at once and you couldn't get enough of it.

If there was anyone in your office you guessed would ask you out, it certainly wasn't Edward. Edward, in your mind, didn't take those risks. And he certainly didn't care enough about you to see you as any different from the rest of his coworkers.

But somehow he managed to break your script the morning he confidently waltzed straight to your cubicle across the office and asked if you liked Italian food.

"Eh, I'm impartial," you replied sheepishly, not sure where the question was leading.

To your surprise, Edward gave a small nod, issuing his silent approval. "Good. Because there's a diner in town that I'd like to take you out to."

You had to blink quickly, wondering for a moment if you'd honest-to-god lost your mind and fallen too far into one of your daydreams.

"Huh?"

That's when Edward's own voice faltered slightly, "I-is that a yes? Or a no?" and finally it struck you that this was reality. 

"Yes!" you blurted your reply. "I'd love to go out with you."

Once you'd worked out the particulars of this assumed date, you could hardly hide your anticipation. You'd been nervous for dates before. But this was a new beast. You barely knew a thing about him and you hadn't so much as had a real conversation with him.

Why he'd asked you out in the first place, you had no idea. None of it made any sense but before you could question his intentions, you second guessed that gut feeling. Those rose tinted glasses fell over your gaze with ease at that point.

Maybe he was just as nervous as you were. Maybe this was his attempt at doing something bold. Maybe you were the asshole for assuming dubious intent. Maybe you just had to give him a chance. After all, he was giving you a chance. And suddenly you interest was piqued all over again.

On its own, the date was average. You hadn't expected a Michelin star meal, but as far as greasy diner food went, this one sat heavy in your stomach and Edward's untrained social skills didn't help.

He made conversation like he'd read a Wikihow article on it before picking you up. And while it was a lackluster feeling that spurred inside you when he was reciting those lines to you, it only made you want to deliberately break his script again. You knew he had it in him; you'd seen it before.

Ignoring every ounce of advice on social etiquette you'd ever learned, you asked him what he thought about the upcoming election. And that seemed to be just the ticket as he set his mug of black coffee down, a goofy grin scrawling out on his doughy face. Before you knew it, he launched into an uninterrupted tangent about the grim state of Gotham politics for the next few minutes.

It was simple enough nodding along and giving the occasional sympathetic hum. Even if you did feel the same about the broken system you lived in, it was a little disappointing realizing that he was like many of the men you'd dated. One that liked the sound of his own voice too much that you could barely get a word in edgewise.

But you think you liked the sound of his voice more when he said, "My apartment is nearby. Would you like to...come over?"

And you knew he liked yours when you agreed.

Edward was a virgin, just like you expected. You tried not to show too much pride over your skillful deduction at the vulnerable admission. But you couldn't help the small rise in your tone when you replied, "Oh, you haven't...?"

Edward shook his head before hiding his face in your neck and groaning. And if you hadn't felt how unmistakably hard he was against your thigh, you might've felt bad for him. As wrong as it felt, you were ecstatic.

You couldn't believe your luck, getting to be this man's first. As meaningless as the concept of virginity was to you in theory...in this scenario...it inspired some very sentimental feelings. Feelings that even if he wasn't exactly everything you'd built him up to be, you'd still always have this imprint on him.

Repeatedly you reassured that you didn't find that fact embarrassing while suppressing the fact that more than anything, you wanted him. You'd dreamed about him for long enough that this felt like teasing. And it wasn't fun.

He fucked almost exactly the way you thought he would. Desperate. Disconnected. Animalistic. Like he was searching for something. Whether that be pleasure or perhaps a good old fashioned connection with someone, you didn't know. All you knew was that it made you giggle to think of your coworkers' looks of surprise when they found out that the Edward Nashton had managed to bring a girl home on the first date.

Even though he didn't make you come with penetration, it was fairly easy showing him how to use his fingers. Initially his touch was rough. As soon as you squealed and squirmed, he'd stopped dead in his tracks and looked at you with that sad, sorry stare. And despite the fact that he'd been the one to hurt you, he still managed to make you feel sorry for him.

But that didn't matter. Once you got him going, his focus on maintaining that light, even pressure as he circled your clit was unbreakable. You could tell that he was deriving pleasure from this too. That he liked staring deep into your eyes as they clouded over with mounting pleasure before blowing wide once you tipped over the edge. He chased the keening sounds of your arousal with an intensity that made the whole thing seem far more urgent than it actually was. 

You were in so deep that you hadn't noticed the tears streaming down your cheeks until you'd finished and Edward had set off for his bathroom to wet a towel for cleanup. Once his bedroom door closed, you felt comfortable enough to really lay back and let out the breath you'd been holding. Being around him made your nerves short circuit and as much as you hated to admit it, it shrouded your judgment.

Knowing close to nothing about him, you found yourself picking through the flashes you'd gotten when stumbling into his apartment. Between kisses, you remember hearing squeaks. Maybe it was mice? Rats? Judging by the crumbling state of his room, you were uncertain over whether he owned them or they'd simply...made their home among his. You hoped it was the former. Your imagination forced you to believe that.

Finally you sat up, looking around his room. Edward's discarded button up work shirt laid forgotten on the floor. You picked it up and pulled it on to regain some of your modesty as you began dissecting once more.

Once you started to get a good look at your surroundings, you felt that pit in your stomach. Or maybe it was the greasy diner food sitting uncomfortably in your stomach. But that justification seemed less likely when you noticed the mirror on his dresser was smashed out, the broken glass still sitting on the wood surface. Any idea of it being accidental disappeared when you spotted the cork board beside the dresser. Pinned to it were photos and articles marked dramatically with red ink.

The words FILTHY PIGS written in big letters over a picture accompanying an article that detailed a GCPD drug den bust. The world LIAR scrawled over an old image of Thomas Wayne, most likely from his campaign days. Then there were the most worrying ones. Photos of people you vaguely recognized that weren't defaced with words. You saw Mayor Mitchell, Bella Reál, Gotham's attorney general, and a few others all with one thing in common. Right in the middle of their foreheads were targets, painted in red that dripped down their faces like blood.

This wasn't just some sort of bizarre art project. The closer you looked at the smaller annotations scribbled into the margins, the more you realized that this was some sort of morbid obsession of his. And for the first time, he scared you.

His stares and his silence meant nothing compared to the pure terror this inspired in you.

The bedroom door creaked as Edward pushed it open. His grip on the wet washcloth in his hand tightened as he caught what you were looking at.

"You see the truth now, don't you?" he asked meekly with a distant look.

"What?"

His voice dripped with emotion, "The brokenness. The-the-the corruption. The suffering. You understand that they need to pay, don't you?" He now stared expectantly, gesturing to his board of horrors.

You spoke carefully and slowly, "I'm...not sure I understand why Bella Reál is up there. All she wants to do is help–"

A different kind of darkness shadowed his expression now. It was one that you couldn't find any sort of romance in. But there was intent. All you knew was that none of the pieces you'd found could ever put together a pretty image. There was no reframing, no romanticizing, and no disregarding this. This intent was one of violence. One that seemed to spread as much pain and poison that was trapped inside of him.

Suddenly his eagerness to take you out felt less like a once in a lifetime chance and more like a death sentence. No amount of deduction would've led you to daydream something this depraved. If you'd poured the milk and sugar into your perception of him, these were bitter coffee grounds at the bottom of the mug. And you were doomed to swallow it up until the last drop.

Edward inched closer, his tone turning almost manic, “No one can save us. Not even the Batman. He can’t save us the way we need to be saved. But I can. I can do the thing that no one is bold enough to do."

“You’re a monster,” your voice quivered.

Edward chuckled. “As if that stopped you before.”

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Edward nashton yapping about a hyper fixation while reader/ y/n/ whatever they’re referred to is sitting on his bed tits (gender neutral) out

edward nashton explaining the sonic lore and comparing the games to the comics and ranting about the mischaracterization of shadow the hedgehog in modern sonic media. while he's yapping, you pick up one of the transformer figures on his desk, and he goes 'DONT TOUCH IT. THAT WAS $500"

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Edward Nashton Period Caretaking HCs

for my au, Creep Ed. GN Reader

tw: kidnapping, being his namesake (you are into it), blood

Edward cannot help the way he is drawn to his dearest kidnappee when they moan and tumble and the heady, feverish scent of their blood wafts from their abdomen. It’s natural, he thinks, to be in this position and to have a wolfish glint in your eye at the sight of it. It's appropriate - him as the predator, you as his prey.

There is only one problem.

It is an awfully penetrable problem, big and heavy on him, weighing him into the territory of guilt.

Edward likes you. He likes you very, very much, and beneath his wandering gaze, and his sweaty palms, and the way he squeezes them together and stares at you like he’ll devour you whole right there and then, is a servile, flowerly man. He cannot bear the sight of your suffering.

That's funny to him, because he can bear anyone else's. As you let out a shaky breath, the hole in his chest twitches. Do something. Don't just sit there.

And just like so, he’s sickeningly sweet, relishing in how you now, more than ever, must put your situation aside and allow him to caretake over you.

- He brings you mounds of chocolates, unlabeled, many flavors and brands, presenting them to you on a plate more befitting to be served by a butler than the man who has you bound up in a room. Cast your eyes on what you want and his long fingers will pluck it from the plate and ask you, softly, gently, with prideful cadence, to ‘say aah’. Oblige him and eat your fill as his eyes nearly glaze over. This is the favorite part of his day. He will memorize the grooves of your chapped lips and the way your nose crinkles when you open your mouth and show off your pearly white canines in a way that is both horrifyingly perverted and strikingly soft. You really would make a great partner in crime, but he knows you’d never agree, so instead he’ll keep you here… safe.

- He offers you acetaminophen at first, blindly, then retreats to return with ibuprofen. The label is yellow and splotchy, but the pills inside are all normal. He’s meek, which is rare with the power he holds over you, and he looks sheepish as he tilts it back and lets you take as many as you need. Four, five, even six – he doesn’t mind, he’ll chide you about stomach damage past five – but, then, wrap around with sympathy, “I’ve, uhm, done it too, you know. I get it. I do. ‘M sorry.”

Your mind is filled with images of The Riddler covered with lacerations from gory fighting and it makes you gulp unsteadily. “Sorry. Sorry. I-- sorry. Sorry.”

He repeats it over and over until you calm down, then fixes you a plate of dubious eggs to ensure your stomach won’t reject the pills.

- He’s got plenty of hotpacks, an unnatural amount, as if ordered in bulk… He stacks them nearby eachother on his bed for you and lets you get on it. It’s mostly clean, aside from pencil shavings and the pile of crosswords and journals on his end table (and an impressive stack next to it that itself becomes a surface for an empty cup ramen).

You, in spite of yourself, hum quietly in thought and some bewildering bemusement as you lean into the hotpacks that cradle your form, relieving your pain greatly.

You can’t deny that you feel your cheeks sizzle and pop appreciatively at the length he goes. Most normal people didn’t do this much for one another, let alone in this kind of situation. Though it had always been clear to you that your role was… oddly in touch with Lima syndrome from the very start, you had expected he would lose interest and slaughter you at some point or another.

You waited for an inevitable that never came.

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Hey you, you should check out “Abnormal Nights in Gotham”!!

Hey guys, I’m Roy, one of the main producer behind my new DC story podcast called “Abnormal Nights in Gotham.” Honestly, every night is an abnormal night for Gotham but you want to know what’s even more abnormal? Our production team!! No actually please someone save me they have so many eyes and legs I think my production team actually are monsters someone help me-

For people who aren’t so sure of if they’ll like this story, here’s a quick summary for you to get a taste of what we are all about!

“Terf Day” is coming up in Gotham. Every year, on New Years Eve, all the criminals drop their territories and fight for new territories. This keeps peace between them all, and anyone who goes against this system usually end up dead. This year, there seem to be some changes. All the gimmicked criminals are loose, Arkham Asylum is almost fully empty, and alliances are being made between criminals.

28-year-old Dr Ernest Ruby-Blu is a new psychologist at Arkham Asylum, wanting nothing more than to help the criminally insane. But he soon finds out that’s not how things are run in Gotham. Most believe they can’t be cured, and Arkham Asylum has just became another corrupt jail. He is now dead set on a mission to show Gotham that these people can be redeemed and he will go any lengths to prove that.

Meanwhile, a familiar face shows up into town after an absence in the criminal field for over 7 years. Elijah Clystone, aka “Ellie”, isn’t exactly a new criminal. He is known more as an urban legend, a man who knows too much and asks for bloody favors as payment for said information. No one knows exactly what his intentions are, but rumors around town say he has some new plans for Gotham.

Former district attorney Harvey Dent is battling against Two Face, being business partners with Oswald Cobblepot (more known as the Penguin) for more than 3 years by now. Harvey still wants to help Gotham after all these years, as Two Face wanting nothing but a false sense of harmony through violence.

Edward Nygma’s (formerly Edward Nashton and now known as the Riddler) spiral into madness continues and his hatred towards Jervis Tetch (now known as The Mad Hatter) only grows. He doesn’t know how long he can keep his peace with Oswald and Harvey, so he starts looking for new allies with others such as Dr Jonathan Crane (formerly a Arkham Asylum employee now known as the Scarecrow) and Julius Day (now known as Calendar Man).

Catwoman, Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, and Vicky Vale seem to have their own plans for Gotham. A new act called “Feldzeig’s Follies” comes into town at the cabana in Chinatown. Killer Moth is back into town as well? Scarecrow has been absent for a while. Allies are formed, schemes take shape, and betrayals are planned every day. Terf Day is coming up fast, how will Ernest prove to Gotham he can help the infamously unredeemable? Who will survive? Who will fall?

I’ll be making more posts about our crew and the podcast in general, but I hope you all enjoy our little show! In the end, we are just a couple of buddies who are having fun and voicing some characters! (Also if my grammar is wack and this all kinda sucks, I’m really sorry I’m still trying to figure out tumblr and I literally suck at writing things without making 1027202729 grammar mistakes 😭)

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Tippler Pigeon

Edward Nashton/The Riddler x M!It/Its!Reader

Last Edited: 09/09/22

TW: stalking, brief mention of sexual activities

Requested: No.

Word Count: 1,735

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Living by the Iceberg Lounge has very few perks. Most were cons, with all the rich filing in to get their daily drops along with sex. Who cared if their partners were at home, working hard to take care of their kids? They were busy partying, giving away valuable information to anyone attractive enough to so much as flutter their eyelashes at them. Maybe even let them feel that person up and the secrets spill from their lips faster than a pigeon can fly off in fear of being hit with a pipe by some shitty kid. There is also the constant harassment from the drunkards and those high off their tails whenever you leave your complex.

The information is a perk though; probably the only pro there is to the place. And to get any info, you have to be able to either be employed at the club, be one of the awful rich folk, or pay off one of the employees that work there. The waitresses were the ones to get the most info and the best bet. They’re there for money; half of them hated the club with their entire being but it was the only option they had left. But there was a major con. If either of you are found out, you both get killed. That’s why it is usually best to find someone trustworthy, someone who can lie as well as keep their cool. Despite all this, you weren’t one for this. The data collected from there would sell for a pretty buck but your life was more important. People would do anything to keep their secrets under wraps. That included the orchestrated murder of people.

Your neighbour did seem to like the club though. Many pictures of the lounge, as well as the mayor, Don Mitchell. There were other people, you’re sure, though you were never able to see them. Whatever information he was getting his hands on, it would lead to his death if anyone reported him. You don't know him well but the idea of him dying is unsettling. He fits into your schedule; he is part of the routine you follow, even if he doesn’t know. Seeing him at all, was just normal. Not seeing or even hearing him for an entire day made it feel like everything was wrong and it made doing things extremely hard. His presence is deeply engraved in your daily routine that, with him suddenly being gone, it comes crashing down around you. Thankfully, he hasn’t ever disappeared for long. He’s never been gone for longer than a day. The few times he does leave for an entire day is awful and takes a lot of reassurance from yourself and even some promises to go to the place you really want or get an item you’ve been saving up for; that usually helps you create a new routine, just for that day until it all goes back to the original.

For the past few weeks, you’ve felt eyes on you. Which is odd since you haven’t had anyone over except a coworker who usually comes uninvited. She couldn’t be the one though since, knowing her, you weren’t much for holding her attention. She only ever came over to force you to watch movies you absolutely hated because she needed someone to annoy while all her other pals were busy. Despite that, she’s fairly nice despite only ever needing you when her friends are all off doing something without her.

Still, she’s ruled out. She maybe visits once a week and has nothing to gain from watching you. The only other people you can think of is your neighbour and the extremely creepy lady a floor above you. She’s touchy and always trying to get people to let her inside their apartment. You didn’t doubt she had at least one harassment charge on her record. You rule her out as well, making note of how she has always said you were “too weird” or “clearly mentally unwell” from the things you do.

That only leaves your neighbour. The man that’s been gathering extremely dangerous information on people. As far as you know, however, he's never even noticed you. You barely glance at each other whenever you walk past each other. Neither of you say hello or make eye contact; you’re practically strangers. But he’s the only one that makes sense. With all the information he’s gathering, he must be wary of those on his floor or those he sees often enough. You happen to pass each other everyday. And if that’s the case, how is he watching you? There’s no cameras beside your phone and computer. Your doors all remain shut and any window is covered with curtains as well as locked tight. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s just paranoia. Hallucinations even; from lack of sleep, stress, or even depression.

No matter what it truly is, you just try to ignore it all. This leads to you working late at the gift shop job you’ve taken up in the museum. There isn’t much to it. There’s a few plushies, some knickknacks, and other miscellaneous items. Other than stocking, scanning items, and possibly helping out customers, there isn't much to it. Tonight is like any other with you stocking the shelves and organising items. Very few entered at this time. Though Gotham never seemed to sleep, it didn’t mean people are looking to go to a museum or gift shop to look around or wander about. Or, that’s what you had been thinking.

“I have a question, if you don’t mind answering,” A voice says from beside you. You face the voice, stopping your hands from placing another plushie on its rack. The person standing there is your neighbour. His eyes seem to glow green despite there being no way they could. He had never shown any signs of being inhuman or an enhanced human.

“Uhm… Sure. Ask away,” You tell him, turning away to continue placing the plushies away.

“Have you seen anyone dressed in black and clearly trying to hide their face here?” It’s an odd question but you don’t have to give it much thought.

“I’ve seen some kids, mostly. Like those alt ones. Or scene. Emo,” You tell him, straightening out the row of plush hippos. It’s odd to even see your neighbour here since you knew that, if he wanted info, it would haven’t come from asking some employee at a museum. Especially if it’s about someone’s likes or dressware; not like you cared about what those kids or even adults dressed like. So far, the nicest ones had been the ones that dressed differently and showed off their interests with the colours, outfits, odd items, pins, and bags. Not just nice, but also polite. Many seemed overjoyed to hear you compliment their styles.

“Did any of them seem very familiar? Like maybe you’ve seen them on television or in papers?” He presses on. You only shake your head, turning to him.

“Not really. As far as I know, they’ve all been polite and interested in the artefacts, history, plushies, and pins… Besides, wouldn’t you have gotten that stuff already?”

“What do you mean?” Interest suddenly peaked, he looks at you like you’ve just told him the most interesting fact he’s ever heard.

“Well… I mean… You’re my neighbour. The data I’ve seen you get usually is done by yourself. Getting your own pictures and probably hacking and stalking,” You ramble, straightening the magnets and making sure each one is placed correctly. “It kinda reminds me of a Tippler Pigeon .. I mean, you do. With how active they are. From what I've read, they can have an in-flight of about fourteen to nineteen hours; maybe even twenty-two hours… And you’re always active. Always getting data, then working, and then going out at weird times for more data; that’s just a guess though… And they’re really intelligent.” You inhale before continuing, “you have to be pretty smart to get all that info on your own and to even understand it all. Clearly you have a lot if the stacks and stacks of papers you’re constantly bringing has to say anything. And they’re also pretty. And you’re pretty but like, in your own way. Not the bird way or whatever toxic stuff they say about the weird ‘pretty’ being bad to men…”

You turn to look at your neighbour after your ramble, seeing if he’s tuned you out at all. You weren’t expecting him to be staring at you with utter adoration and large eyes behind his glasses. It seems he had been absorbing all the information you had been spouting passionately. His smile is full of glee and he’s practically buzzing with excitement. “Something wrong?” You ask as he continues to stare.

“No! No, no! Nothing! I never thought I’d hear such passion from another person… Especially about me,” He tells you, grabbing your hands in his own. You flinch in surprise but don’t pull away. You’ve never seen your neighbour so happy. “Maybe… Maybe you can help me with my research? Help me with the pollution of the city?” His breathing is laboured slightly, though you don’t put much thought into it.

“... Is there a leak somewhere? Is our water safe? The pigeons?” You ask, concerned. You haven’t heard of any pollution lately but you wouldn’t put it past the higher-ups to try and cover that up.

“Not that kind… A different kind! You’re clearly smart… Such a smart man…” He sighs that out before speaking again, letting out a high pitched, child-like laugh. “We could help the city..! Clean up and make it better.” You blink slowly, thinking of his offer. You’re not sure what pollution he’s talking about or how you’d exactly be helping the city. But you do know that, he’s been nothing but nice so far, not even being angry at your info dump or rambling. So, with the decision in mind, you give him a small smile and a nod.

“Alright. I’ll help you however I can.” With the response, he becomes more giddy with happiness and tightens his hold on your hands.

“GREAT! This is great..! We’ll make such a good pair, you and I!” He lets go of your hands, demeanour still happy before bidding you goodbye.

“... What a cute but odd guy… “ You mumble before getting back to work.

[danosrosegarden]

Could you write about a reader giving Eddie head and they accidentally nick him with their teeth, and he goes crazy over it and begs them to graze their teeth against him?

Pearly Whites - Edward Nashton x GN!Reader Headcannons (NSFW)

Contains: oral sex, basically what's in the ask above.

Note: oh my gosh, anon. I was blushing like crazy reading this request. Thank you!!

♡ Giving head to Eddie was fun. You were in love with the way his mouth dropped open and his clammy hands gripped the bedsheets as the thick of his thighs trembled. It was a blast to be the reason behind those high whimpers and gorgeous groans.

♡ Edward went crazy for a few things specifically. He loved it when you teased...your kitten licks on his tip drove him towards melting hysterics. He liked soft kisses, little strokes, light squeezes.

♡ But you'd never tried teeth before.

♡ It was a genuine accident the first time you felt your teeth lightly graze his shaft. The sound that snaked out from this throat was nearly indescribable; it was high pitched, squeaky, and you assumed it was pain.

♡ You pulled off of him in a snap. "Oh, Eddie, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!"

♡ He studied you for a moment...eyes glossed over with desperate regret. A clear, shiny river of saliva dripping down your chin. Soft hand rubbing his thigh in sorry anguish. You were clearly rattled by the aching noise that threaded out from him. Little did you know, it was of pure pleasure, not pain.

♡ "No, sweetie...I actually really liked it."

♡ A blossom of heat flourished between your thighs instantly. What a freak. "Should I...continue, then?" He nodded furiously.

♡ It was an odd sensation, letting your mouth close around him and feeling those teeth skim along his throbbing cock. But those mewls that leaked from his open mouth couldn't lie...he really was enjoying this.

♡ Eddie pet your head gently as he continued to whine and beg for more. His desperation was pure and whole, and it never failed to make you drip.

♡ He fills your mouth in less than two minutes. He cums with his hands wrapped around your head and his thighs shaking uncontrollably.

♡ Edward was full of surprises. It was an honor to chip away at his frosty exterior and find the shining sparkle underneath his skin. The sexual aspects were just pure fun to discover...even if that first graze of your teeth really was a happy accident. ;-)

[marvelmaniac2000]

Sugar Plum Love

  Summary: You and Edward have been roommates for a while and you love everything he has done for you. Recently you have broken up with your long term boyfriend, and he couldn’t help seeing you fall apart. 

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Characters: Edward Nashton x fem! Reader (Y/N)

Subject: lots of soft dom, Pure Fluff, romance scenario, Kissing, something very light, mostly cute dialogue, crying, light cursing, MINORS DNI, 18+ ADULTS

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Words: 1.1k

Side notes: (Grammar apologies) I wrote this late at night, but I loved this scenario. So cute... I’ll try to edit it as much as I can heh heh …  But I miss my Eddie munchkin fandom  *sighhh* remember batman II won't be out until 2026 😭

You sat at your kitchen table with a tube of ice cream in your hand and the tv remote in the other. Anything to block out your asshole ex would be great right about now. Most of your ice cream began to melt a little from you constantly mixing it in circular motions.  Your phone vibrates from an unknown caller. The message came through from a different number from her ex. Without rolling your eyes you answer.

“What?” you scold.

“We aren’t together anymore, right?” you rolled your eyes holding your phone.

 “I said I was sorry for cheating ok? Come on everything we've been through? Give me another chance, babe pleasee” he didn’t sound genuine at all. You sigh a big relief and give a blank “No” before landing your device beside you.  You exhaled a bit before a wisp of despair rushed over you.

“Don’t cy, don’t cry” you whisper before little tears welled up in the corner of your eyes. You hear a click of a door and wipe your cheeks clean. 

“Oh hey Eddie you’re back early” you tried to hide your pink cheeks from him.  “Um no not really, I always come back here around this time.”

“Wow (Y/N) what happened to you?” Are you ok? Why are your cheeks so red (Y/N)?” Eddie sat his backpack down before coming over to you.   

"No don’t worry about me Ed I’m ok I just needed some time to think that’s all” you begin to cry even more. Eddie already knew who did this to you. It was that asshole ex of yours always taking you for granted. He had noticed this has been going on for a while now and couldn’t stand him at all. Ever single ounce of his being wanted to mash that guy into a million different pieces if he could. He didn’t deserve you at all. Every phone call or text you would send  goes unnoticed or unanswered for hours even days before getting a reply. It was bound to happen that you both were going to break up anyhow. Why would Edward pray upon the downfall of his lover? He only wanted to see you happy too, but.. With him. So he just stuck it out until eventually you came crawling back to him. Eddie pushed his glasses up and slowly placed your soft head against his chest. He softly stroked the crown of your hair while shushing you. You bury your face in his heavy sweater inhaling in his scent. If anyone else was there for you it was always him. The only common guy who made sense in all of this mess.

“Don’t cry sweetheart” Eddie whispered. Anger boiled inside of him. Edward of course couldn’t let this slide, or go under the radar. But somehow he needed to figure out what he could do to stop his little precious girl from crying. He’ll take care of him later.  You close your eyes and listen to his sweet hums.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like this” you look up at him. “No no no don’t bother” Edward cusped your cheeks together. He wiped a tear away before sitting in the chair next to you. Your smooth soft hair felt so delicate to his touch. It smelled like beautiful coconut shells and lavender.

“(Y/N)” Edward softly pulled a curl around your face. “Mmm?” you moaned. “Um.. You know what I’m about to say right?”

“What exactly?” you questioned.

“You deserve someone better than him.”  “Yea I know” you whispered.

“So why put up with it? You’re so smart, kind, and beautiful and funny”  

 “Well I thought he was the one, He was everything I thought I needed in a guy. But hey I guess that proved me wrong.” There was a silent pause before you continued. Edward looked down for a moment and wondered what else he could do to make you feel better. “You know something Eddie?” You smirked and bit your lower lip.

“Yea?” he looked into your eyes so innocently. “I think the guy I needed in my life was someone like you” you giggle a bit.

“Really?” his pulse began to race wondering what was happening.  

 “I-I think you’re just telling me that” he stuttered. “Eddie, you've been with me through a lot of things, and I can’t imagine living here without you. You’ve made my life so much easier. All the late night dinners, laundry and car rides you’ve arranged for me.” You hold his cheek in your hand and turn his beautiful eyes toward you.

“Don’t you think so?” “I think we both share love for each other more than we realized.    

 “I agree" You locked eyes with him and leaned in to kiss his lips. Edward's heart races even harder feeling this intimacy he’s never felt before. This wasn’t Edward’s first time kissing a girl since he’s had other hookers in the past but with you he felt an immense fire and spark he’s been dying to feel between you both.  Eddie sucked your bottom lip to gain more access to your luscious lips. You moan even more not realizing how dominant he could be. Eddie pecked both of your hot cheeks and held your delicate hands into his. He rubbed your fingers massaging any knots that stressed his lover out.   

“For now on and always, I’ll be the one by your side (Y/N)”. You chuckled a bit.

“Now I’m crying from happiness” you teased. Eddie grinned and grazed your chin.

“That’s how it always should be sugar plum”  

“I say we forget that loser and let me take care of you mm?” Edward wiped another tear from across your face.

“Are you sure about it? I’m a grown woman I can take ca-” Eddie stopped you mid sentence.   “Don’t worry about it baby, I got you” Eddie pecked lips. “For now let’s go get some rest” Eddie pulled you by your hand and guided you to your bedroom.  

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Hola, espero que estés bien<3! Acabo de descubrir tu perfil y me gustó mucho como escribes 💚💚, me gustaría pedirte una idea que he tenido por mucho tiempo y es sobre que somos l@s espos@s de Bruce Wayne y Riddler nos secuestra, espero no sea molestia !

I am at your side

Summary: You are Bruce Wayne's partner and by chance you end up at the Riddler's side.

Edward Nashton x Reader x Platonic!Bruce Wayne

A/n: hola mucho gusto! una gran disculpa por la tardanza! pero realmente tomé varias semanas en pensar como escribir estoo… realmente me tomé libertad creativa jeje, entonces espero que lo disfruteeeesssss….. muchas gracias!! lamento si no hay mucha interacción amorosa pero estoy escribiendo otra parte donde se desarrolle la relación de Edward y Reader. o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o

Warning: I tried to write this fanfic with as little violence as possible, kidnapping! obsessive behavior, stalking, a hint of stockholm syndrome, description of grappling/fighting. If I have missed something else to mention, please let me know.

Words: 5,680

The first time Edward saw you was through a photo.

More specifically in a magazine photo, he gazed at you and admired you for several hours, you were on the cover with a soft smile looking straight at the camera, standing in a simple setting of a solid color, Edward thinks that the clothes you wore for that shoot cost more than his entire apartment complex. His first impression beyond finding you beautiful was an anger, an unpleasant feeling when he realizes how rich you are, you are part of Gotham's aristocracy, that select few people who make money based on other people's suffering, that boiled Edward's blood.

Why are you not alone in that picture, but with someone else.

Bruce Wayne, the prince of Gotham, remains completely serious, his face, his posture screams elegance as always, the two of them being the main title of the magazine. 

They are getting married. 

Edward almost crumpled the magazine in anger, a wave of anger he now doesn't know how it came, he admired the only Wayne alive, the man who runs one of the city's businesses, but he can no longer think the same way, his trust has been betrayed, the Wayne's have failed him since he was a child, he realized it since he discovered the true intentions of the renovation.

Why after all, the Wayne get a happy life, Bruce how could he get such a beautiful couple like you? look again at the cover, both you and Burce didn't look each other in the eyes like a couple in love, your hands were barely gently intertwined.

It didn't take him long to research, to find out everything you've done, who your family is, where you went to school, who your best friends are, everything about you he absorbed until he found nothing. He had a hard time admitting it at first, the fact that he became obsessed with you by mere accident, you were his next target, he had several plans to do you justice, send you a letter bomb along with your husband, poison you, or maybe throw you off a building. 

All those plans were thrown overboard when he became more attached to you, you impressed him with your anonymous donations to various institutions, you even donated to Arkham Hospital, he knows this because he spied on your bank account. Despite knowing many aspects of your life he still finds you mysterious, you don't go out to the parties of Gotham's rich young men who spend all their money on alcohol, but like your husband, you both keep an extremely low profile.

Edward goes back to the magazine stand to see if he has any luck finding you in some of the articles or on the covers, he stands still looking at a cover of a reputable magazine, but frowns to see the full picture.

It's you, but with your husband, again. 

Edward sighs in disappointment, you always have to be with Bruce.

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Bruce is a rigid, stoic, and even mean-spirited man at worst, and he's been your husband for several months now, but the friendship you've maintained has been going on for several years. You are still surprised that the press doesn't know that the marriage was something entirely done for the benefit of your family's company and Wayne's company.

You lower your eyes as you remember that you didn't marry for love, at least you are comforted that you married your best friend and not a stranger. You remember the awkward moment when the two of you had to kiss at the wedding, you almost vomit at that event as you can't think of Bruce as a husband, he's like your brother. And like the way he looked at you you know he didn't like that kiss either.

"You should be sleeping" Bruce's voice woke you up completely, you looked at him with tired eyes and went back to watching the news on the TV of his lair full of Bats, you don't answer him and he didn't expect you to say anything either, he takes off his helmet to let you see his face half-covered with black dust, and turns to his computer to write a new report of the night.

You get up from the couch you placed near the TV for more comfort to approach him "Now who are you looking for?" you ask him with sleepy amusement and he continues typing without looking at you "A killer, his name is from The Riddler" he gives you a short answer and your smile "wow, he likes riddles?" Bruce finishes his report and puts away his notepad and glances at you "You have no idea how much he likes them" his seriousness makes you stop smiling.

"I think I saw it on the news...he killed the mayor didn't he?" Bruce nods at your doubt "He may be going after politicians, maybe corporate heads, maybe even we're on his list".

You get scared at the mere thought of the Riddler wanting to kill you, you unconsciously swallow your saliva, he is ruthless and bloody, you saw how the mayor was left with his head wrapped in tape and a thumb cut off.

"We must be careful..." you said and Bruce doesn't respond with the words but offered you one of his hands and you take it lovingly, a way to reassure you. 

 "I won't give in to the threat of a killer like him, I won't let him kill any more people" assures the man who still has his full bat suit, you look at him hopefully and trust his words.

You just want this to end.

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Bruce yawns slightly as he walks into the main room where he finds Alfred reading the paper and drinking tea. The butler bids him good afternoon and he sits down at the round table with gothic decor while putting on his sunglasses, quickly noticing you were gone.

Bruce asks Alfred about you and he replies that you had to attend a meeting with Wayne Enterprise's accountants to see some altercations, the man with sunglasses relaxes and concentrates on his freshly prepared breakfast, he needs to investigate more about the green-masked assassin.

Hours later and Bruce realizes what time it is, so engrossed in his documents and puzzles he has to solve, the clues and the murders have him detached from time. 

He realizes you're not back.

He calls you on the phone but you don't answer, he tries to reach you for several minutes, but you never answer.

But you never answer.

He leaves his lair to look for Alfred, he hasn't seen you either since you left, worrying the man with sunglasses, Bruce doesn't need more words to leave his tower to look for you.

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You open your eyes wide leaving your sleep behind.

You blink slowly, but, when you fall asleep in the first place...your body feels numb, or rather, numb and bound. you shake but there's not much you can do, you feel duct tape down your legs and wrists through your clothes.

"Wake up...wake up...wake up" an unfamiliar voice takes your sleep away completely, you give a shout of surprise but it is silenced by a piece of cloth in your mouth, you swear your eyes might pop out from how wide you opened them, the first thing you notice is that the place you are in, is too dark that you don't look at anything, not even at the person who woke you up.

Fear runs rampant through your veins that you almost fall into a panic attack from the overwhelming feeling that you are in a completely unknown place, against your will and you admit that you are afraid of what will happen to you.

"Breath, you look like you're going to have a heart attack," a voice tells you with an amused tone, you try to look for that voice, for that person who is hidden among the darkness of the place, who is it?  "Hh, I think you can't see me, wait for a second" you hear some things moving, a creaking chair, and the other things you can't recognize, suddenly the room got light, you closed your eyes because of the exposure to the brightness of the spotlight, but before you had time to get used to the light someone moves you from your original position, thus realizing that you are tied up and sitting on a swivel chair. 

You open your eyes and look at him, you don't know who he is, or why he is dressed like that, and as strange as it sounds, the only thing you can see through the mask he is wearing and his glasses are his eyes, eyes very different from anyone you have ever seen before, is it madness what you see in front of you? 

He is standing in front of you, his breaths are deep and loud, green, and he is covered with completely green clothes, your limbs start to tremble at the sight of how the man is dressed as if he were an executioner.

You and the man stare at each other for a long time, as if it were a staring contest "Hello!" he greets you, closing his eyes and smiling behind his mask. You felt that his greeting was more than ironic and your concern grows more and more, who the hell is he? 

He remains observant but you already avoided his gaze, before you panic again he leaves your side laughing, you take advantage and look around, everything looks blurry and opaque you realize between tears you don't even know when you started to cry, the whole place was covered with papers and files and books.

The unknown man sings in a low voice a song that for you is not soothing, all this terrifies you, you recognized the melody from the man's mouth, and the bird Mary comes out as if it were a church choir, this seems more bizarre than before. You struggle again, moving your wrists to create some friction but you have simply been tied too tightly and have made no difference to the tape being removed from your limbs.

The other person in the room turns to look at you to watch your attempts to escape and stops his humming to stay silent, when you realize he was looking at you you stop moving in fright, tears coming out of you that your nose starts to get stuffed up from the snot caused by you sobbing, you looked up to feel something other than the duct tape on your body.

"Hey, hey, hey" he calls out to you approaching you again and kneeling to be at your level, being near him only causes you intense terror "I'm sorry we met like that" he speaks softly making your sobbing calm down "just, I wanted to see you" he admits shamelessly, he rubs his gloved hands towards your arms, he says nothing but keeps looking at you as if he's watching you from close.

You squint your eyes in confusion, no matter how much you search your head for the memory of who this person could be there is no one similar to him. "I want to hear you," he said, getting up from the floor to remove the gag in your mouth.

You screamed as an instinct, you screamed so much that you wouldn't be surprised if your vocal cords were damaged but despite screaming with all your effort, he who holds you captive just looks at you curiously, you scream for help, you scream for someone to notice you and rescue you from all this, you scream for all the anguish.

But nothing happened.

"It's okay" he stands near you talking to you in such a calm tone "Scream all you want," he says softly you hear him between your moans "No one can hear you anyway" You instantly shut up because of what he said, you dared to look him in the eyes to see if he was serious.

He kept staring at you, your eyes and he kept looking at each other "Who are you?" you whisper in a raspy voice without leaving the staring contest, he smiles "You know who I am".

You notice the question mark on his chest, you'd seen it before, somewhere...sometime, but where? Where? 

The realization hits you like a bucket of cold water, of course, you've seen him, in the news, in the papers, in Bruce's relentless searches to capture him, the politician killer, the one who killed Don Mitchell, it can't be.

"Riddler...you... You are" you can barely utter from the deep fear he has just provoked in you, you don't care that you look like a coward, your skin bristles from the fear rising in you again "Are you going to kill me?" you ask him horrified but already knowing the answer he would say, a terrible <yes> from him.

"Kill you?" he hesitates to utter the word with distaste, in the past, he seriously thought about it, but now you are in his heart for a long time "I would never do such a thing!" he confesses surprised of your question as if it was an obvious thing, you kept silent and he hasn't stopped looking at you "Oh Jesus" he exclaimed sighing "you are so beautiful " he whispered seeing your whole being, his look made you so uncomfortable that you turn your head so he would stop looking at you.

You have no idea what is happening, maybe he won't kill you but he will put a cage on your head with hungry rats since he has done it after all, you clench your fists to keep yourself strong, you don't want to cry more than necessary, not being in front of him. But what can you do in this situation? You're tied up and scared, your breathing still hasn't calmed down and you look like you're going to pass out again from the shock of your situation.

You just hope Bruce notices your disappearance and beats the crap out of this madman. The Riddler stops looking at you, perhaps noticing your discomfort "If you don't want to kill me then...what do you want?" you question him hesitantly, he remains silent not knowing what to answer you only hear his noisy breaths through the mask.

"I..uh..." he stammers nervously searching for the most convenient words in his mind "No one buys me but they would steal me with a look, useless to one but invaluable to two What can I be?" he repeats the riddle in a low voice but you manage to hear him and your eyes widen in surprise and fear flashes in your eyes.

Your expression of displeasure is evident, as Bruce told you in the past, this man is crazy about riddles, so much so that he knows an infinity of them by heart, that he is giving you a simple riddle baffles you "Love...it's love" you answer him with discouragement.

"Right!" he compliments you in a cheerful and energetic voice, you feel extremely strange and confused, you didn't expect The Riddler to be like this, you don't want to get on his bad side so you answered his riddle.

"Well..." he stammered with joy mixed with agitation, he was still staring at you of course "Oh! you must be hungry!" he walks away from your side and you just look at him who is heading to the kitchen of the place you are in, as he walks away he sees the room again. There were endless books and papers wasted everywhere, it also had too many things placed on the walls, documents, pictures, and endless things that only make you more uneasy about the man who kidnapped you.

On your right side, you see a yellowish light, a closed window, and a rifle specifically placed pointing at a part of the window.

You paled at the sight of the gun, but at the same time you found it to be the quickest way out, an escape, but you have a problem, your restraints.

When the riddler returns he brings with him a plate and a glass of water with a straw "Here you must be thirsty!" he puts down the plate with what you see is a dessert, he brings the glass close to you making the straw reach your mouth. You look at it completely dumbfounded, you never thought this would happen, it's like it's a strange dream that you haven't woken up yet, but oh, this is more than real.

You take the water warily, expecting the water to taste weird but it didn't turn out that way, you drank the water until it was almost gone and the riddler puts the glass away to put it on his desk "Well, I'd like you to try this, it's a pumpkin pie from my favorite coffee shop" he takes a piece of the pie and brings it towards your mouth, the state of shock still didn't leave your body so you accepted the post and ate it. 

Just like the water the dessert tastes good, although it doesn't take away the possibility that it is poisoned with something. While you chew the portions of the pie, you look sideways at your kidnapper, his anxious look does not change in the slightest, it is as if he feels happy with the mere fact that you are by his side. Honestly, that makes you uneasy, you are at his beck and call, he is unpredictable, at any moment he could drop that loving facade to start torturing you. 

"It's tasty right?" he asks you and you nod, you don't have the energy to scream again.

He remains silent as he puts down the plate with the remainder of the pie and drags a chair to sit in front of you "Wow...I don't know what to say" the masked man admits, his nervousness is evident now that you take the time to look at him. Reflecting deeply on your next steps, falling into fear won't work for you, and neither will insulting him get to anything more than him getting angry.

Your head feels quite dizzy at the exposure of danger "Why am I here? " you ask him as if it were a plea, it hasn't been more than an hour since you woke up. 

From the other perspective, Edward thinks of an answer to your question, now that he has you in front of him he doesn't know how to proceed, yes, he knows how to knock someone unconscious, he has done it to several politicians and people who deserved it, but this is the first time he has taken someone he loves, someone he doesn't want to hurt. He scolds himself for the lack of organization in his plan, he should have checked every detail. For the moment he has acted like a teenage student talking to his crush but what else does he want to do with you?

"Everyone has been lying to you," he told you with a more serious tone, you listened attentively but no longer looked directly at him "What are you talking about?" you slowly duck your head when you hear him suddenly stand up.

"Your husband, Bruce Wayne'' he pronounces the man's name with total aberration "he hasn't been lying to everyone, the renovation has been nothing but a lie!" his voice rises higher making you close your eyes, Edward noticing that apologizes and continues with his explanation "I tried to expose it in a good way you know? I warned them but what did they do? they completely ignored me and I already lost my patience..." he focuses completely on the files stuck on the walls "But you... you are different" his voice sweetens when he addresses you, you open your eyes from shock and he continues talking "I know who you are, I know what you have done for this city, the only sincere thing in that whole fucking ball of hypocrites is you".

This time you look up willingly to see him, the one who is talking is not the riddler, it's someone else, the person who is hidden in all those layers of green clothes and that mask "Who are you?" he seemed to understand what you meant and he stopped talking, he knows he is a total danger if you see his face, he would be finished if you knew his identity, but he can't help but answer all your doubts, he is really weak towards you, the insecure and fearful look you give him destroy him so much, he doesn't want you to look at him as a monster. 

The only thing he does is take off his mask, he strips it off in front of you, and the man's facial expression changes completely to an embarrassed one, his face is not the most beautiful and he recognizes it, you feel less scared as you see a more human face, something less terrifying, the revelation of the man's face with question mark surprised you so much that it takes you a few seconds to come back to reality 

"I'm Edward" he sits in the other chair in the room, he laughs uncomfortably at your lack of speech "Hello Edward..." your voice sounds puzzled by the impromptu introduction.

"I think what you mean...about the renovation...I was briefed on that today" You blurt out bits of information from the meeting you attended today to discuss that topic with Bruce's group of accountants, you see Edward's reaction, he just sighs with a distressed face "How sluggish" he replies angrily.

Surprisingly you answer him in a low voice "Yes..." You don't know the unusual effect that is causing you the fact that you are getting a little comfortable with Edward, his way of talking and acting and his notorious docility to be with you, his total confidence in showing his face and feeding you. Plus his nerdy boy who doesn't hurt a fly look doesn't help.

Edward relaxes in his seat not taking his eyes off of you of course "You were that KMTJ informant" he nods at your assumption but is less pleased at the mention of his former job "I used to work there, but I found out everything".

"Shit" you curse at everything that's going on, you don't want to have a shred of empathy for this man who treats you like you've known each other for years... the sticky feeling of the tape keeps reminding you that he's here by force, you look behind where Edward is sitting, his collage of photos and newspapers.

There are pictures of magazine covers you took months ago with Bruce for the promotion of his wedding, Bruce's face is crossed out with black marker leaving only your smiling face, there are pictures of the Wayne family and also of your family, pictures of business meetings, pictures of your graduation.

Finally, you see a strange photo with text written on it 

<I know what you did>.

In the photo were Bruce's parents, Thomas and Martha Wayne, a little Bruce, and another unknown boy forming part of a choir staring at the camera, with a solemn and calm look, you can't turn your eyes away from the photo, you find familiar the boy with glasses in the photo "Is that you?" you said quietly still examining the photo as if it was a key to some puzzle you want to formulate in your mind.

Edward turns to look at the same picture and sighs, pressing his lips together to turn to you "Yes...it's me" he admits with difficulty, the sadness is obvious on his face. You both fall into silence and you hate it, now you are overcome with intrigue as to who this person is.

"That picture...when did it happen?" he shakes his head as he listens to you "I don't want to talk about it, ok?" he smiles but doesn't convince you, however, you decide to leave the conversation.

Again you sink into silence, unfortunately, you want to know more about that mysterious photo and the person in front of you, Edward...if it's a real name is everything you didn't expect from someone like the riddle.

Edward saw you with more notoriety, it looked like this was going to go on for hours.

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Time seems to be moving slower and slower, your limbs still felt numb and your body was starting to ache from the sitting position you are in, the pain in your head increased making you close your eyes, but it relaxes you to be in silence since you came here. 

Edward talked about so many things you don't remember now, you just listened to him and he babbled on ecstatic that you were his audience, he talked about how he knew about the renewal, how he met you, and what it was like to work for the KMTJ, a one-sided conversion, at some point in the night he fell asleep right next to you without realizing it, you waited for an hour in silence making sure he is asleep, you looked at his face with his eyes closed and at rest, you turned to see the rifle still pointed at the window showing that it is night.

You look at Edward very carefully and struggle with your legs and wrists again, only one thing comes to your mind which is to take off the tape that with the passing of the hours its glue decreases, besides it covers your clothes and not your skin, you don't take your eyes off Edward, who is still asleep. You raise your wrists and hit them toward your stomach, you do that movement again and you notice that little by little your wrists are free of the tape. you smile completely lucky to get out of the tape that was holding you.

You see the man dressed in green again, his eyes are still closed and inside you squeal with joy that he didn't wake up.

Standing near Edward's desk you search through his tools for something sharp and pick up a small green box cutter, silently you cut the piece of tape on your legs.

Damn, it looks fucking easy to leave.

With your limbs freed you slowly get up from your chair and walk towards the rifle near the window, you could already feel your sweet freedom in just a few steps, already near the rifle you hear an angry shout from Edward.

Your first instinct was to run and grab the rifle in your sweaty hands from panic and fear, you turned around in time to face Edward just awake and with a completely unrecognizable look of anger. You opened your eyes and the gun feels heavier and heavier between your hands, you raise the rifle aiming it at Edward who moved closer to you

"Back off!" you yell at him, you had never touched a gun in your life, and you don't even know if it has bullets or safety but Edward's expression changed from anger to fear in a second, giving you a bit of courage, but suddenly his fearful eyes turned into ones full of sadness, his face soured and he started crying in front of you.

That made you weaken your grip on the gun, you didn't expect this to be his reaction, you had the feeling that he will rush towards you to take the gun away.

But now, simply the man who calls himself the riddler and whose appearances were more than macabre, lies in front of you with his hands raised, his face swollen, cheeks and nose blushing from sobbing, you looked at him stunned and he wouldn't stop crying, in your mind you only tell yourself that it's a way to manipulate you so you give him the gun and he can tie you up again in tape.

But, shit, you feel sorry for him, your heart shrinks for seeing such a scene, and his voice breaks "Please, please, don't go" he manages to say between his wails, his shrieks transmit an immeasurable anguish.

"Don't cry!" you shout at him sharply pointing again, Edward lifts his head and looks at the mess he has become, tears are still falling from his eyes but he has stopped shrieking.

"You kidnapped me! You tied me up! What did you expect, that I would love you?" you scream at him taking out all your pain and anguish, he keeps silent but looks you straight in the eyes, very different from the other times you have seen each other in the course of your stay here, he opened his eyes completely, you see his irises in different shades of blue and green.

"Is your name even Edward?" your question is no longer loud or outrageous, if not full of torment.

"I don't know, I don't know my real name," he says wiping away his tears "Edward, Patrick, the Riddler, I don't care" names that some people called him , sometimes he questions his own identity, who he is.

"What do you mean?" you keep pointing at Edward as you start walking without taking your eyes off the bespectacled man sitting on the floor "Edward is the name I was given at the orphanage I grew up in" he reveals in a guarded voice.

You stop your pace noticing what he just said "Orphanage? Are you talking about the Gotham orphanage?" he nods his head in disgust at the mere memory of his hell, you know what it implies that he was one of those little ones who suffered from the old orphanage that used to be a Wayne home, you read the news about the little help, the mistreatment, and the poor support.

You shake your head "I don't believe you" You refuse to think that this man survived the orphanage, the orphanage fire, everything, the man in front of you looks perfectly like a normal person.

"Don't believe me, look at the picture" he points to the picture you paid attention to, him being near the Waynes, you look closely at the picture and see that it is not a common picture if not a sheet was torn from a newspaper <The Wayne's visit Gotham's orphanage!> as a scoop title.

Before you saw Edward again he had already run towards you, you were too slow in firing the gun he threw you down hard, and you took seconds to respond from the impact of falling to the ground, Edward completely hogged you trying to pull the gun away from you and trap you with his body.

You stretch out one of your arms to grab the rifle but Edward pulls it further away from you and screams in frustration.

"Why?" you manage to shout at him amidst the scuffle on the floor "Why me?!" you don't even know what you're asking anymore, the mixture of overwhelming feelings made you spit out questions "I LOVE YOU!! Don't you understand?" he answers you on top of you with the same impatience as yours.

Before you bit one of his hands you both stop abruptly at insistent knocks on the apartment door.

Edward froze staring in the direction of the door, while you take advantage of his distraction to break away from him and grab the rifle "BATMAN!" you shouted with the rifle back in your hands and Edward pales at your shout, the door shakes at the insistent knocking of someone wanting to get in.

Edward doesn't know what to do and you turn to him again "Go away! " you order him pointing the gun and he gets up from the floor without stopping looking at you with confusion "I said go away! " you keep insisting breaking Edward's shock, without thinking twice he runs to the only window of the apartment but before he went out he looks at you for the last time, he didn't say anything to you, just that habit of seeing you comfort him.

The door is finally forced open and you shoot towards a wall out of fright, Edward jumps out the window and disappears without a word.

You perceive Bruce's cape, or rather, Batman when he approaches you to see if you are hurt "Batman!" you call him relieved releasing the rifle and letting it fall on the floor, Bruce looks everywhere looking for the idiot who kidnapped you, but he is nowhere to be found "he escaped" you inform him with a deep and quick breath, for the first time since he came in he turns to see you.

You open your arms to hug Batman, oh god, you were so scared, the only thing you need right now is the affection of your best friend.

Bruce hugged you back stiffly but at the same time he felt a deep relief to see you alive, he should be following the riddler right now, but he can't leave you alone, you need support.

You smell the metal of his suit, you feel some of his weapons, and the smell the rain and the smoke of the city, you feel so safe in his arms, and you close your eyes to enjoy the moment.

"Where did he go?" he asks you with a voice full of anger, you shake your head and answer him "I don't know".

The two of you stood like that, hugging in the middle of the Ridler's apartment, you open your eyes to turn towards the open window.

Why did you let him go?

Batman slowly separates from you so as not to scare you, with his mask you can't perceive a gleam in his eyes, you only see black "Did he do something to you? Did he hurt you?" as he interrogates you he examines your body up and down and touches your arms and head. 

"He…was good to me…" you tell him without thinking and Batman confused by your statement asks you again "What did he do to you?" he asks more seriously and you answer him again with the same thing.

"He was good to me, " you say hesitantly in your own words, you remain silent as you take the bat's cape and roll up in it, a common habit you do that annoys Bruce, but this time he lets you do it.

Batman looks at you silently looking for possible serious damage, a bruise, and wounds, on the other hand, you close your eyes and wrap yourself in the tranquility that Bruce's presence causes you "He was good to me.. "you tell him again with a tired tone.

Thank you very much for reading! And sorry for the mistakes!*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧.

[marsystars]

Fluffy Edward Nashton headcanons/fic ideas that I’ll prolly never fully write out bc i cant write but yeah. I think that like soft domestic fluffy little Edward Nashton is just... so sweet. So here.

- Going on a hike with Eddie. He loved to get away from the city and see genuine nature for the first time in a long time. You gave him a pretty rock and he kept it forever, taking it everywhere he goes and flidgeting with it when he gets nervous. 

-Taking a cooking class with Eddie because he never really learned how to cook food beyond the basics. The meals that he learns how to cook become his comfort foods, because when he cooks them it reminds him of you.

-Weekend movie nights! The two of you pick out a movie and Eddie is usually working on a jigsaw puzzle. (Whenever he finishes a puzzle he always shows you, he’s very proud of himself <3 ) 

-He loves to take pictures of you and put them around his apartment, so when he gets stressed or upset, he can look over at the pictures of the two of you having fun together.

-He never really celebrated his birthday until he met you. He doesnt even need big gifts, but he loves the heartfelt cards you give him. This then spawned into the two of you giving each other greeting cards all the time. Sometimes for an occasion, but sometimes the two of you just give each other them for fun. Neither of you have thrown a card away.

-Going to Disneyland. He’d initially think that it was stupid to go to Disneyland, claim to be “too old” for that stuff, but the second you dragged him he didn’t want to leave. Honestly the two of you love to do “childish” things since Eddie didn’t get those experiences as a kid. 

-Small domestic things like packing notes in each others lunches, forehead kisses, “i love you” texts, photos of each other when you’re away from each other, etc. He thought that sort of stuff was stupid before he met you, but now he loves how pure and kind it is.

ehehehehehehee >:3

[batvvvvv]

next up is this guy!!! i went through...several cords trying to get my tablet to connect while i worked on this but here he is nonetheless! info below the cut once again

edward's parents wanted a daughter who was polite, patient, and well-behaved; someone to carry on their (so-called) respectable lineage. instead, they got a rude, loud-mouthed, and shockingly brilliant little girl who made it very clear he wouldn't be controlled.

it was clear from the start that school was... not for him. he was loud and inattentive, a smartass with no filter. a born problem child! but he wasn't trying to be troublesome; he just didn't understand. people, he would later learn, were just like puzzles. but this was one he couldn't solve yet.

in 6th grade he told his mom he was a boy; she told him he was being ridiculous and thought that'd be the end of it. eddie nashton, having named himself that day, felt otherwise. so he cut his hair and quit trying to please people. they thought he was obnoxious? good! they're all just jealous!

school was hell, between bullies and his own, rapidly declining mental health, but he bore it with a grin and eventually got out with a 4.0 gpa and a fuck-you to everyone. he changed his name to Edward Nygma, and vanished.

life on his own was... not easy, but eventually he scraped enough money together for his own place. then, his time was spent devouring every bit of news about the wave of heists that was hitting gotham, before supercrime was in fashion.

ed becomes obsessed with these crimes, how they were executed and, more importantly, how they failed. the criminals ALWAYS got caught! if they did it like this, they could've gotten away with it! then he thinks: hey, if i did it like this, i could get away with it! so, to prove how dumb these criminals are and because he's broke edward plans a heist.

it goes perfectly, until he's walking out the door. he knows he's done everything right but his head screams that he's going to be caught, unless he leaves something behind on purpose. so he scrawls a riddle on the floor and books it!!

they don't catch him. he'd left a CLUE, and those idiots still failed! with his ego in the stratosphere, he tries again! and again, and again, each time leaving a clue behind. the riddler hits the newspapers and, while he finds the name a bit silly, it's a kind of attention he didn't know he'd been dying for.

he upsizes. his crimes get more elaborate, until he's living in an apartment 2x the size, and everyone has heard the riddler's name. then he slips up, and the cops show up during his next exploit. he panics, takes a hostage, and sets off on a grandiose speech about how they're all BUGS, insignificant compared to the enigma. this buys him time to flee!

he tries to lay low, and finds he can't stop himself. he goes mad with the tedium of regular life, fearing he'll lose his mind if he doesn't do something.

so the riddler returns full-force, evolved into much more than a petty robber, and much more than anyone ever expected of him.

[always-andromeda]

Here's my masterlist for the Haunted Hoedown Challenge!! Thank you to @inklore and @psychedelic-ink for organizing such a unique challenge!! I tried to put together a fairly diverse list of characters who I have written for and have wanted to write for. So hopefully this helps bring me out of my writing slump a little. Depending on how things go, some of these may change or may not be written at all. Either way, this list will definitely be updated as the challenge progresses!!

Please keep in mind that this challenge contains NSFW content and some of the works listed below will contain dark themes. Minors, please do not interact with these works and please read my content warnings. Take care of yourself, friends.

Banner inspo goes to @inklore and divider credits go to @saradika!!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ✯ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋, 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✯ Father Paul Hill x Fem!Reader

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ✯ taboo au + "Everything I've done...every atrocity, it's been for you."

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ✯ 𝐋'𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐔 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✯ Jeff (Gone Girl) x Fem!Reader

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ✯ “Tell me you want me back. Tell me I'm forgiven.” + the toxic exes trope

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 ✯ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✯ Edward Nashton x Fem!Reader

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ✯ daydreaming about being with you is better than actually being with you because i missed all the red flags and now it's too late + "You're a monster." + "That's never stopped you before."

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 ✯ 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✯ DBF!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ✯ taboo au + once is not enough + "Do you like when I touch you like this? I can keep going if you want me to."

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 ✯ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐓

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✯ Professor!Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ✯ taboo au + dark academia + “I can see how badly you want this, so I'm going to make sure you get it.”

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐗 ✯ 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✯ Love Quinn x Fem!Reader

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ✯ stalker au + “Don't you know how sick with love I am for you?”

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 ✯ 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐒

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✯ Demon!Joby Taylor x Fem!Reader

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ✯ a ritual gone wrong and now i'm bound to a demon + "You're mine, whether you agree or not."

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ✯ 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐃

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✯ Shane “Dio” Morrissey x Fem!Reader

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ✯ slasher / summer camp au + sex in the woods + “This is so fucked up.” + “But you like it.”

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 ✯ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐑𝐘

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✯ Javier Peña x Fem!Reader x Steve Murphy

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ✯ inspired by your favorite Lana Del Rey song + love triangle gone wrong + “Finders keepers.”

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐍 ✯ 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✯ Ezra (Prospect) x Fem!Reader

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ✯ shapeshifter au + "He's a monster." + "He's perfect."

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 ✯ 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✯ Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ✯ gothic au + “Worship me. Until I tell you to stop.” + priest au

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄 ✯ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✯ Pornstar!Javier Peña x Fem!Reader

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ✯ 1970s porno filming + orgasm denial/overstimulation/edging + “You’re not actually scared are you? Of me?”