#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.

[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.

[starkidsonnets]

edward nashton general headcanons

| contains : poor self image, disordered eating, sh if you squint

| note : misc. and disorganized edward hcs. probably ooc !!!!!! uh oh !!!!!!

⋆ he has athsma and needs a puffer. also needs it for his anxiety and panic attacks because obv it gets really hard / painful to breathe

⋆ short sleeve shirts make him wildly uncomfortable. he feels so exposed and he also just hates how his arms look

⋆ isnt too fond of how his body looks in general. it's not something he really thinks about, though, not unless he sees a really attractive guy on the street or in an ad and is reminded that he's not exactly the standard

⋆ he likes his height, though. read somewhere that "chicks dig tall guys: no lady wants a man under six foot" and he was like fuck yeah

⋆ bought red socks to be "adventurous" since he only owns black, white, and grey pairs

⋆ they turned one of his white button-downs a light pink in the wash

⋆ he won't wear it in public, but he really likes the colour, so he kept it

⋆ finds sped up videos of snails eating cucumber slices very entertaining. it's genuinely brain rot

⋆ will sit on the toilet lid or floor or his bed sopping wet and butt ass naked after a shower staring off into space

⋆ not even just cuz he's depressed it just feels nice

⋆ does not like tomatoes. it's the texture that throws him off the most and if he orders a burger and they mess up his order and he has to take them off himself, he'll still have a hard time eating it cuz he can "taste the remnants"

⋆ migraines so bad he gotta lay down and wait for himself to faint

⋆ struggles consistently with irregular eating habits. he can go days without proper sustenance, absorbed in whatever he's doing

⋆ on the other hand, if he gets too emotional he'll binge, eating whatever he can find just to fill the gaping hole inside of him. he always overdoes it, and either goes to bed with a godawful stomach ache or throws up

⋆ def a hair puller. he tries to justify it by telling himself that the pain is grounding, but he sometimes ends up ripping his own hair out entirely by accident. he feels gross whenever it happens

⋆ oral fixation in the sense that everything is going in his mouth. he's a nail biter, he'll chew on his hand/arm (at home), on his pen, on his glasses, on his phone charger, etc...

⋆ mouth breather when he sleeps, which also means he drools. wakes up with a little wet spot on his pillow and he gets grossed out

⋆ he cannot use chopsticks. gets really embarrassed when he has to go back and ask for a fork (save me white boy save me)

⋆ wants to play board games really bad, but has no one to play with

⋆ buys himself a nice little something that he's been saving up for for himself for christmas. every christmas. he uses the holiday as an excuse to indulge in something he wants, instead of need

⋆ wrapped it for himself one year. spent way too long tryna figure out how to wrap it nicely. felt so stupid once it was all wrapped up that he tore it open immediately. hasn't wrapped anything for himself since

⋆ a single peppercorn would put him in a coma i think

ok thats it :)

[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 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 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.”

[cannedbeefaroni]

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"

[the-facets-of-man]

Meet The Facets: The Riddler

The second of the Meet The Facets posts to celebrate the posting of our fic! You can find the first one here and find the fic here.

The Riddler is Ed's villainous persona. The glitz and glam, the blood and fun, the showmanship, he's got it all. He had no qualms going right back into his life of crime with his henchladies Echo and Query at his side. He's actually the youngest of the Eds if one goes by how long they've existed as part of him. Don't bring up how Eddie is older than him and looks 20-something, he'll lose it. A problem for many, Riddler is extraordinarily cunning. He has to be in his line of work, but even among the rogues he's a stand out in that category. It's led to his psychiatrists(Crane pre-split and someone else post) struggling to get him to work with them at all because he knows how to work around them.

He'd disagree if you said it, but his fatal flaw may be his arrogance. In his opinion it's perfectly justified, he is the best after all. But there are many times it's been to his detriment, whether it be it leading him to be easily manipulated through it or him experiencing a horrible crash when something doesn't align with his confidence.

While Crane managed to pick apart some things about him during their brief time before Riddler's psychiatrist got switched, his exulansis was not one. It doesn't take long for Riddler to make foes out of the rest of the Facets, and even when this changes, he doesn't think they'll ever get him in the ways he wants. Restricting the topics he talks about makes it easier to believe he didn't give up. Likes Praise - It goes along with his arrogance and narcissism, but it'd be present without them. Riddler feels like the greatest man alive, and while he doesn't need anyone to tell him so, he absolutely loves it when they do. It does wonders if he actually respects the person who says it.

Chaos - He's a rogue, what can you expect? His love for it doesn't just translate to his crime, but it also presents itself in his personal life. Edward will never get over the mess that is his room. Riddler calls it organized chaos, Edward calls it a travesty.

His paintings - While Edward took up Ed's photography, Riddler took up art. He especially likes to paint. He knows he's good at it, and he's even painted the Facets a few times when they're willing to sit still and model. He always refuses to show them the final product, and they don't know where he keeps them. Dislikes Abandonment - Most may frame it as him being an attention whore like usual, but Riddler doesn't even like to entertain the thought of being abandoned. Maybe because it means he might be undesirable, maybe because he truly does crave human connection deep down.

Jackie Nashton - Eddie may have inherited the brunt of Ed's trauma, but Riddler still has some memories of his own relating to Jackie. He doesn't like the man, and he's glad that Ed let him die out in his hospital bed with no closure. Just means Riddler won't have to deal with him again. Hopefully.

Textures - He's picky when it comes to the textures of things. He's thankful that Ed picked a good tailor before the split, otherwise whoever they had would've surely gotten tired of his constant nagging and complaints about this fabric or that because it has some weird issue with how it feels. [Edward Nygma] [Eddie Nashton] [Doctor Crane] [The Scarecrow] [Jonathan Crane]

[danosrosegarden]

for eddie nash..

the reader is away out of town for whatever reason and she sends him an explicit photo and the rest goes down from there ♡

a thousand words - edward nashton x fem!reader headcanons (NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{contains: sending nudes, male masturbation, and descriptions of cunnilingus.}

☽ A picture paints a thousand words, they say. Edward gapes at his phone with sweat-glossed, trembling hands, wondering what it is you're trying to say with this. I miss you? I want you? I've been fucking my cunt with my fingers until they turn pruney thinking about the warmth of your body?

☽ He stares at the picture you sent, running his tongue along the glossy walls of his mouth, trying hard to imagine it's your clit he's sucking on. You'd lace your fingers in his hair and tug gently, just enough for small shoots of delicious ache to lightening-strike through his scalp.

☽ He loved watching you get worked up; there's no place he'd rather be than in-between your legs, getting lightly choked out by the plush crush of your jerking thighs.

☽ He sheds his pants and boxers, letting out a quiet groan as the cool air of the room washes over his cock. His head is a burning hot pink. A weeping river of precum trails down his shaft. It's such a pretty sight, and it really is too bad you're not here to see.

☽ Unless...

☽ With his tummy in tight knots and his heart pounding, he flips to his camera and presses record. He wants to think of something suave and slick to say. I bet you miss this cock so bad, baby. I can't wait to see you again. You have no idea what you're in for once you get home. But all he can manage is a wavering whimper as his hand glides up and down, his legs already quaking.

☽ "Fuck, fuck, miss you...miss you so much..."

☽ He nearly giggles at himself, how fucking pathetic he's being just from looking at a picture of your bare body. But gosh, he could practically taste the slick coating your folds. You wanted him just as bad as he wanted you.

☽ He's close embarrassingly quick, his grip on his throbbing cock tightening as he picks up the pace. The sound of sticky, wet strokes lace the room, and with one final, drawn-out, high-pitched moan, thick ropes of cum paint his fluttering stomach.

☽ He's instantly drained (in more ways than one, ba dum tss). He clicks the record button again, ending the video and sending it to you before he has the chance to think twice.

☽ Going without his fix of you was near agonizing. Sure, there was the option to call, or text, or send a video of him shooting a load all over himself. But nothing compared to the real thing. He'd have to stave off his desires for now with the help of that picture of yours...

☽...or would he get lucky? Would you be so kind to send a video back? ;-)

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What’s Your Favourite Scary Movie, Eddie?

Edward Nashton (The Riddler) x Ghostface!Trans!M!Reader

Last Edited: 06/04/2023

TW: gore, blood, murder, stalking, dead bodies, transphobia, foul language, body dysphoria, phone harassment

Requested: no

Word Count: 2,381

AO3 LINK -> HERE

Notes: literally rewatching the batman 2022 as i make this lel. also, kinda think of the ghosftface from dead by daylight as i love that costume/look so the outfit that’s described. i finished this shit on 1 hour of sleep btw so hope u enjoy

He’s an odd man. His schedule used to remain constant until it didn’t. You’re unsure of what changed. He’s still a forensic account by all means. He forged those documents to get the job so of course he wouldn’t simply just quit. That part stayed the same. It’s after work when he deviates from his original schedule. Going out at night, spying on people, and getting odd information. There’s also his online presence getting stronger. You see him on his computer more and more. Sometimes he’s typing, other times he has some sort of outfit on to do live streams.

No matter what, he’s always busy with something. That something has gotten more and more odd these past few weeks. He’s obsessing over a vigilante. A man dressed in black who goes around beating people down until they cannot get up to fight anymore. A “Batman” is what they call him. For someone so many fear, little ol’ Eddie surely loves him. It makes your stomach twist in disgust. How can this man obsess over this random vigilante? Sure, he fights crime but he’s not going for the bigger people. He lets cops run around, nabbing the criminals only to let them go after a bit of bribing. Some saviour he is. Plus, to see this somewhat nerdy and dainty-looking man go for a man who appears to be jacked screws with your head.

You can’t help but want to maul your own skin at this observation. The mousey man wanting the dark, mysterious, and bulky body type makes you think of your own figure. You don’t have the exact body type so may want after all the struggles to so much as get the medicine you needed for your transition. It takes time, ranging from months to years. And the first man you see him obsess over is the usual “jacked” and “hot” man makes you angry. That original figure you had has changed over time, into something you’re more comfortable with. While some changes haven’t been made yet due to the lack of money, you feel better; like you can actually live in your own skin now after so long of feeling like your body was out to destroy you.

But that feeling does fade now and then, especially when you see someone you’ve been watching and pinning over for months wanting the one thing you feel like you can’t be at times. Sometimes it’s your mind, other times it's old words from people you knew. The majority is the people you see online spouting nasty things, all ranging from hatred to fetishizing; there are even times when it’s a mixture of the two. A “real” man is what they want. For some reason as well, a “real” man isn’t someone who takes hormones or changes their body. A “real” man isn’t someone who says they are a man, even if they don’t transition. If they don’t pass their assessments, they’re not a “real man”. But how can they be one? How do they know what a “real” man is? They call those bulky hunks in bars real men. They’ll call the men from the army real men. The men from the gym are real men. But the moment a man so much as acts, looks, sounds different or doesn’t have the “right” body, they’re fake. And to you, it’s all bullshit. No one has any right to tell someone they’re not a “real” man, especially when they themselves know nothing about you or others in the same boat.

So to suddenly see such people in his streams? You can feel yourself losing it. While you wouldn’t kill them for such a thing unless they preached or even tried to kill people for being different or “unreal”, it’s the fact that so many were actual shitbags added to it. From people who wanted to simply kill innocent people, to people wanting to do awful acts to those they hate, you can’t allow that. Spying from the rooftops and alleyways turns into watching him from his very own streams.

Your username on the streams is Gh0stFac3, read as GhostFace, is usually caught in the streams, never saying a word. You let yourself lurk while he’s online, letting out passionate rants about Gotham and some sort of “renewal plan”. You don’t necessarily watch him on these streams. You do listen though, taking down notes on his words. You do have other people to watch and kill later on, of course. Some from his streams, others from night outs. A few are even from your times at bars, hearing their nasty talking or genuine disgust about certain groups of people who’ve done nothing but live their lives.

Another name is jotted down in your notebook, a multitude of pictures clipped to the page with the target. You scratch at your neck from under the mask, sighing. It’s just another asshole really. This one is from one of Edward’s streams. From what you found out, the guy had been sending nasty messages to a coworker who rejected him. Pathetic in your case. But you can feel that itchy feeling creeping up under your skin. You’ll have to kill again soon. It’s like a drug and it makes you feel powerful in a way. From people seeing you as some dainty girl back in the day, nothing more than something to be used for bearing kids and eye candy to look at, to feeling like a man after treatment, meds, and eye-opening articles; along with blogs talking about their own experiences, you feel like you can actually feel and do the things you felt you deserved to do. The people who looked down on you or disowned you disappeared in just a blink. All you needed was time away to find yourself, who you truly are, before returning and dealing out the same amount of pain to them they forced you to go through for so many years.

You snap the notebook closed, rubbing at the face under your mask. All this thinking about how your body is, alongside was, is giving you a headache. It doesn’t help that you have more than just that man as the next victim either. You’re not sure who to choose just yet. Or, well, you do. However, all the constant thinking, together with your inner voice reminding you of all the transphobia you’ve faced thus far, is killing your mood. A snort leaves you. Killing your mood. You’re truly a riot with your own jokes.

You grab the flip phone closest to you, flicking it open. It’s a burner you picked up a bit ago. There were plenty of others but the satisfaction of snapping the phone shut after a call is enough for you to keep it around. You look at Edward’s stream; he’s still going. You give a sharp grin under your scream mask before dialling his number.

You can hear it ring from the stream. Seeing him go silent immediately is satisfying. He looks like a mouse again; a confused one at that. He starts up his rant again, seemingly going to ignore it. Narrowing your eyes, you end the call before texting him. The ding he gets is ignored. Another ding. Another. Another. His hands are shaking, eyes wide and crazed. Finally, you type in chat.

> Hello, Mouse.

The chat, usually fast, stops for a moment. They seem to notice something is off.

> Will you answer your phone?

> I’m calling.

> I’m texting you, Mouse.

People in the chat start to type, sending in a multitude of messages. Some are asking Edward if he knows you. Others are asking if you know him. You don’t answer them at all.

> Answer. I won’t stop calling.

He looks mad, grabbing his computer. “Who do you think you are? You know nothing! You’ve said nothing until now! You’re just someone trying to bring me down aren’t you?! You’re trying to destroy everything I’ve been working for to help Gotham!”

> Answer the phone, Eddie.

Everything stops. It’s like the entire chat froze as well as Edward. You know no one has any idea what his name is. The fact that you know it and suddenly type it with no hesitation only shows you know more than does. With shaking hands, he lets go of the computer and sits back in his chair. “I’m sorry everyone… But it looks like we have a leak. I’ll be making sure to get rid of the mole and that they are dealt with accordingly. I’ll host another stream next week after all of this is fixed.” His voice is eerily blank, almost like he’s bored or in shock. With those final words, the entire stream ends. You sit for a moment before calling him once more. Edwards finally picks up this time.

“Oh, Eddie… Did you really have to take that long?” The voice changer in your mask disguises your voice. From what you’ve been told by many victims before, you sound like a very attractive young man.

“Who are you?” His question, asked in a cold way, makes you hum.

“Ghostface. What about you, Eddie? Are you Edward Nashton? The Riddler? Who are you?” His breathing has changed; he’s panicked. You’ve heard that type of breathing so much that you don’t do much beside coo at him. “Don’t worry, Dear Eddie. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to destroy all that you’ve been working on. After all, you’ve changed your schedule to fit this odd thing now…” You sigh, leaning forwards in your chair. You prop your masked head on your gloved hand. “After all, you spent so much time and resources on it. It’s honestly been the most interesting thing I’ve seen in years.”

“Why are you calling, Ghostface?” He asks, wanting to get this call over with. You don’t want that though. You like how he sounds in your ear. You like how you can make his breathing change with just a few words.

“What’s Your Favourite Scary Movie, Eddie?” The teasing way you say it only adds character, or that’s what you tell yourself. You want Eddie to like you. You want him to obsess over you as he does Batman. You want him.

“I’m not playing your games!” He’s stressed, practically about to cry from the frustration. You’ve ruined his stream, teased him over the phone, and called him Eddie in front of people who don’t know his name. In his eyes, you’re out to destroy him.

“Eddie…” You feel slightly bad. You really do want him to like you and this is the only thing you had thought of. It’s clearly not working. “I like you, Eddie. You’re doing what others can’t or won’t… How about a deal?” The idea of a deal to possibly end this talk seems to get to him.

“What’s the deal, then? Or are you going to keep talking to me in circles and messing with me?”

“I wasn’t trying to mess with you. As I said before. I like you. You’re the only person who went from a possible victim to something else entirely… You should be proud! No one has ever gotten that far! Usually, I’d be in their home by now, hiding and waiting for the right moment to strike…” As you talk, it seems he’s intently listening to you with genuine intrigue. “The fighting is always hard but so, so fun. And the moment my knife meets their flesh and blood spills? It’s beautiful.” You let out a sigh, one could almost call it dreamy with how you talk about your deadly hobby. “The screams are a bit much, not going to lie there, Eddie. They’re so loud.. But the moment the life is gone from those shitbags, I can make them oh so pretty.” You’re out of your chair, pacing around your apartment. Your combat boots are heavy against the wooden floors of your home. One of your hands moves as you ramble, giving more passion despite the other man unable to see it. “A few more cuts, maybe some mutilation, a bit of stabbing.. Then I have to set them up how I want and take a few selfies. The selfies are always fun… I can send you a few if you’d like. They always turn out great, I make sure of it.”

The silence on the other end snaps you out of whatever state you had been in when talking about your hobby. You don’t hear anything, not even Edward’s breathing. Your hidden lips pull into a frown. Here you are, pouring your heart out and he’s said nothing! No congratulations. No good job. Nothing. The squeaking of your gloves is heard as you tighten your grip on the burner.

“How does this help me? How are you going to help me with some pictures of your pinned-up dead bodies?” You grit your teeth, hating this call more and more.

“I’m saying that I can be your blade, dammit! You can sit in your messy lil’ apartment, talking, coding, streaming! I’ll hunt down whoever you want! I’ll mutilate them! I’ll leave clues or riddles, I don’t care!” You’re yelling into the receiver, finally tired of listening to the man’s complaining. Taking a deep breath, you try to calm yourself. “I do all the killing and you continue doing whatever it is your doing.”

“But what are you looking for? What do you get out of it?” A hum leaves you, letting all that rage go. A nasty smirk crawls over your features.

“I get to watch you work… I love seeing you put your pretty lil’ head to use after all, Baby.” You practically purr, the distorted warmth filling you. It’s unhealthy how much you like him paired with how much you want him to like you. Unhealthy or not, you don’t care. If he can have unhealthy views and plans, so can you.

You hear the end of his line go dead, having hung up on you. You give a mocking put from behind the scream mask. Quickly, you let your thumb fly over the numbers. You snap the phone closed, happy to see that this is the start of something very exciting.

> Can’t wait to work with you, Sweetheart ;))

[deepfried3aaa]

Ok so here's my headcanon/au for the riddler, I only wrote thos because I was bored and to make it easier to draw some character interactions, this is still a work in progress so if you have any suggestions please comment or dm but yeah here it is.

The Riddler

Real name: Edward Nashton

Villain name: The Riddler

Nicknames: (Ivy/Pam) Eddy, (Selina/Catwoman) Edward or Riddle boy, (Harley) Riri, (joker) question boy

Current age: 29

Job: unemployed/villain (this happens after he escapes from arkham)

Nationality: American

Parents: dead/unknown

Villain outfit/costume: forest green dress shirt, purple tie with a black question mark shaped pin, very dark gray pants and vest(very formal), forest green socks, purple shoes with golden laces, golden cane with a 3D question mark on top that he made himself, his normal glasses, gold pocket watch with small pendrive stored inside, forest green bowler hat with a gold question mark (he doesn't always wear the hat) and he also occasionally wears a green suit jacket with gray question marks on it when it's colder

Physical appearance: warm light brown choppy unkempt hair, brown eyes, very expressive brows and mouth, yellowed teeth from drinking coffee during all nighters while working on riddles, very rectangular build and long torso, big feet for his height, round face, skinny limbs, a lot of scars from his time in Arkham and from working on traps and riddles, very short stubby fingernails due to obsessively bitting them

Backstory/Childhood: Edward Nashton was born in August of 1996 in Gotham. In 2001 both of his parents died during a house fire and after that incident in wich he lost all direct family members and that led to him living at an orphanage from that point on, where he became obsessed with the Wayne family and especially Bruce Wayne and in the future he became especially obsessed with the political standing and influence of Thomas Wayne wich led him to become The Riddler

Personality: very obsessive tendancies and methodical planning, strong feelings of revenge/vengeance, amazing at masking emotions, sarcastic attitude, forms very strong bonds but not great at making many of them, often obsesses over his own riddles to an unhealthy point

Time in Arkham: he suffered a lot in Arkham asylum due to the poor conditions, frequent violence and abuse and his own lack of ability to defend himself properly (when it comes to actual physical fights) he was severely injured in his left knee and hip after being attacked by the Joker

Sexualy: bi asexual but hasn't figured himself out to well and is in denial because figuring himself out distracts him from his traps and riddles

relationships: Poison Ivy (roommates), Harley Quinn (work together /she keeps joker aways from him), Scarecrow (have work together before/friends), Bruce Wayne (thinks Bruce and him are friends/Bruce hates him/he breaks into the Wayne manor often), joker (he is scared of joker/joker sees him has dumb, childish and weak do to his smaller scale crimes when compared to joker's), the penguin (work together often/goes to the iceberg lounge often)

Other: shares a room with poison ivy, allways has soil stuck on the soles of his shoes, needs to have bangs independently of the length of his hair, likes collecting pens, doesn't like writing in blue, he's very specific about the lightbulbs in his room, he smells like flowers, coffee and books (yes i said he smells like books, books have a smell)

And here's a drawing of him:

[pumpkin-genocide]

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 😭)

[riddler-green]

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.

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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

[clementine-side-blog]

Edward Nashton Headcanons (SFW)

Summary: My personal headcanons for Edward Nashton. Again, these are MY personal headcanons and I use them for when I write about him. So, yeah. I can't believe I'm just now writing headcanons for this guy. This is long overdue.

(Read Below For Headcanons)

Personality:

I fully believe that he has autism, like you cannot change my mind. Plus, it's canon that the Riddler has autism! In my opinion, he has the "I'm a genius" autism, but also the "watching documentaries about WWII at 2 AM" kind of autism as well.

Overall, he's a pretty reserved guy. It takes a while for him to come out of his shell. He's shy, timid, nerdy, and a little awkward. He does NOT know how to talk to people, especially people he finds attractive.

Once you get to know him though, and become friends, he's a very friendly man. He's super caring, a good listener, and has a great sense of humor.

He's a fucking super genius. It's canon in the DC Universe that his IQ is 190. This man is so fucking smart and he basically knows everything about everything.

When he has a crush on someone (obviously you), he CANNOT get them out of his head. He quite literally becomes obsessed and, might I add, a bit possessive.

He has trauma from living at the orphanage. The reason this goes under the "personality" category, is because it shaped who he was as a person. Let me explain...

Egotistical/Arrogant: Edward was a very bright kid, but no one ever recognized him for it. Because of this, he grew up to think highly of himself, as no one else did. Edward thinks, no, he knows that he's the smartest man in Gotham. This can lead to him making others feel small/dumb, but it's never his intention.

Protective: Since he never felt protected or loved growing up, he strives to make his partner feel like that. He wants to shower them with the love, affection, and praise that he never got. As your boyfriend, and best friend, he wants nothing more than to love you unconditionally. This also means that he spoils you SO MUCH, like so fucking much.

Hobbies:

Obviously, the number one is solving puzzles. Riddles, crosswords, sudokus, etc. If it's a puzzle, he'll solve it.

When he's bored, or if he's just relaxing (like watching a movie), he'll sometimes play with a Rubik's cube. His fastest record for solving a Rubik's cube was around 6 seconds.

He loves reading. As a kid, that was basically all he did. He reads basically every genre (barely any romance though). Edward loves to go to a bookstore, or Barnes & Noble, and just hang out.

Surprisingly, he's a very good cook. He always makes really good food, and sometimes uses some herbs/spices that he grows out on the fire escape outside his living room window.

He's a Twitch streamer! Can't change my mind about that. He's got a cool setup in his bedroom that is decorated very nicely. He'll watch documentaries, true crime stuff, play video games, etc. Since he's a forensic accountant (and had to learn about forensics in general), he'll explain and go into depth about certain things in crime. It's actually very educational, but he makes it fun as well!

Bro LOVES video games. He plays basically all of them. He loves Resident Evil games, Silent Hill, Horizon Zero Dawn, Minecraft (he has tried to build all of Gotham in minecraft), Fallout, Half-Life, Outlast, and basically any other shit you can think of.

His music taste consists of basically everything except country music. He LOVES metal/rock music. Here are some of his favorite bands...

Weezer; ICP; Green Day; blink-182, Gorillaz; Slipknot; Korn; I Monster; Megadeth; System Of A Down; Nirvana; Radiohead; and Foo Fighters. He also likes classical music and operas.

Random:

In the orphanage, he read lots of books, and some of those were about different languages. He basically taught himself...like...a bunch of different languages just for fun. A few of his favorite languages to learn were French, Spanish, and even Korean. He also knows a handful of Latin, though it's not really a language people speak anymore. He just likes to brag about how he knows Latin and most people don't, lol.

He likes his apartment and everything he owns to be clean, and sometimes he'll get random bursts of energy and deep clean his entire apartment.

He has a diary :)

Favorite color is green, obviously, but purple is a close second.

He has sensory issues. He hates the feeling of fleece especially.

Edward is queer. It's that simple. He doesn't like a specific gender, he doesn't dislike a specific gender, he just likes who he likes! :)

One of his favorite shows ever is Breaking Bad.

One of his favorite movies ever is American Psycho. He read the book too. Edward knows that it's a satire, don't worry, he doesn't relate to Patrick Bateman at all. He just thinks the movie is funny and loves how it shows how ridiculous "metrosexual" men are.

He can do a great impression of Patrick Bateman, including the facial expressions.

He also loves Fight Club, because cmon its a classic and its so fucking good. Also, he thinks Brad Pitt is hot in the movie...

Knows how to play guitar very well!

His hair is a little shaggy (imagine young Paul Dano, like when he was 20ish)

[susandsnell]

The Batman/Reevesverse Scarecrow Speculation Post

So, with the hope that the Reevesverse Scarecrow spinoff still goes through (what with WB's currently tenuous position under Zaslav), here are some speculation points I've had for a while with regards to how dear Dr. Crane could fit into the Gotham universe of 2022's The Batman --

The Drops Trade: Probably the most obvious thread wherein to integrate him. As some rumours about the Penguin spinoff TV series have hinted that they'll pick up on this subplot (since we do see Oz is involved in it in the movie), and there is apparently already an epidemic in this universe's Gotham City, lacing a new strain with fear toxin would be an easy way to spread it massively through the city. This could easily tie him in with the mob characters (Oz et al), and would work well with the Se7en-esque mystery/detective story approach they're taking to Batman's character, with the inexplicable terrifying effects of this new strain of Drops leading Bats down a trail that ends with a disgraced former professor of psychology. What works against this is that it's argably too similar to the very rapidly abandoned drug dealer Scarecrow plot in The Dark Knight. But given that as with every Nolanverse Scarecrow plot point, that kind of just happened and went nowhere until Crane Barbied his way into a new job, and the fact that the series hasn't shied away from similarities/nods to TDK trilogy, there's still a solid chance for there to be a unique spin on it here.

Riddler leaks: Since this universe's Edward Nashton is big on exposing corruption and has a strong online presence, maybe he - or one of his following, acting in his name - will kickstart the start-of-darkness plot by prompting his firing from Arkham or Gotham University (if he works at either in this continuity) by leaking Dr. Crane's more unsavoury dealings and/or unethical practices and experimentation. Perhaps the Renewal Fund flowed through Gotham University and Crane siphoned from it to finance his fear toxin research? While I love the "this man fired a gun in his classroom to illustrate a point and got extremely mad that there were consequences" origin to death, I can admit this origin might be either considered either too silly or in poor taste for a grounded universe like the Reevesverse that does have at least some social commentary. Points against this route, however, are whether they intend to do much more with Edward Nashton; Paul Dano is reportedly signed on for more entries to the series, but given he had a whole movie to himself, and a prequel comic run, they might not want to saturate us on him. On the other hand, Matt Reeves has expressed an interest in building a full and robust Rogues Gallery, and the most successful visual adaptations that have done this have understood the value of the Rogues' relationships amongst themselves.

Arkham Doctor: A usual starting point for Crane, but nonetheless, we've established Arkham already in this universe, and with named and known characters staying there. There's also rumours of an Arkham Series that could bridge with the Scarecrow spinoff proper, and while Crane experimenting on the patients is rather typical, we do have some interesting opportunities -- a chance he interacts with Riddler and Joker, who are set up to be there, again laying the groundwork for a new Rogues Gallery (Poison Ivy is also confirmed to have a spinoff in the works, so she might be involved also), but moreover, an access to the records on Martha Wayne, nee Arkham, could bring him into the leverage/Wayne family drama, which would be especially fun if he still doesn't figure out Bruce's identity as Batman, he just resents the Waynes. Then again, even though Scarecrow's class struggle angle goes back to the earliest comic appearances, this ground has already been well-trodden with Edward Nashton and Selina Kyle in the first movie, so it depends on whether they want to take a new tack or expand Gotham's class disparity to be a major theme of the series.

anyway, these are just a handful of ideas - would love to hear other thoughts!