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[imagine--if]

I have been wondering who Riddler’s girl partner was, being who told the police that she had seen them go into the café. His plan necessitated his capture at that point, and I highly doubt he would have left things up to chance — no, she will be important.

A/N: That's such a relevant point and I can totally work with it 💚This was so fun to write haha it's getting me back into doing stuff for The Batman againnnn 😁 enjoy reading!! And let me know if you like the new imagine blog post layout thingy (I do 😏)

Wordcount: 716

"Lieutenant, we got a witness here, says she saw someone coming down the fire escape right after the shot. She said he went into the corner diner. The guy's sitting by himself at the counter, right now."

You blink up in faux worry at the policeman, who nods at you with a stern but thankful look.

"Thank you, miss. You should go home, where it's safe."

You nod, backing away from him, as he rushes off to get the rest of his team. Police cars start pulling up outside the diner you've come to time and time again, never a hotspot for trouble and the flashes of angry red and blue reflecting in its long windows now. GCPD stream out of their cars, guns held firm in their hands, as they shuffle around the building and hesitate at the entrance. In the midst of the chaos, a shadowed, jet-black dramatic figure appears, cold eyes boring through the glass of the diner and to the quiet man in the warm navy coat, sitting peacefully indoors.

The peace is sliced through as Martinez kicks open the door, his gun entering the place before he steps in, voice loud and demanding.

"Police! Hands up!"

But the man takes his time, his gentle grip flicking and working expertly on a symbol in his drink, calmly, patiently. You smile softly in the darkness of the opposite street, looking past the heads of police and cars to watch the familiar figure work his magic so naturally. It could only ever be natural to Edward Nashton, and it was something you were so used to, but still so amazed to seeing every day, for a time that seemed like so long, but must only be a few months. You could make out his face even though you couldn't see it properly; a small, nervous smile quirking up his lips ever so slightly, his round face boyish and youthful as it turned to take in the sight of uniformed apprehenders, glaring at him as if he was the pig, an unfeeling psychopath with no story good enough to make up for what he did.

But you knew.

He blinked up at them in a mirror-like way to how you stared up at that policeman, curious and innocent, with that glimmer of something more, darker and dangerous and oh-so-clever, in those murky green hues.

And though you couldn't hear what they were saying, you whispered it anyway, gazing at the sight with a shiver of adrenaline and love and nerves and a barrel of other emotions you couldn't stop to identify.

"He just ordered a slice of pumpkin pie."

Martinez lunges forward in the diner, slamming down The Riddler with a hateful force, two other men rushing to help, rifling through his pockets, yanking out the IDs and demanding an explanation that was left unanswered. And as they worked, guns raised and eyes glaring daggers, Edward's own stare flicked suddenly from the scene to you, barely visible in the drowsy streetlight at the end of the road you lingered at.

Even from there, you could read those eyes, soft and sweet and obsessively adoring, no matter the situation, And he smiled, smiled wide and prettily, ogling for your admiration, your approval. For you to tell him that you're proud of him, that you're in this together, that you can still see him because he's not invisible now, and he never will be. That he matters, and he matters to you.

All this is said unspoken, in one loving, long glance, and then he's ripped off the counter, shoved to the cars, the crowd of police following suit, along with the infamous Batman, who catches his gaze and returns it with one of coolness and intense indifference.

You let out a breath you don't realise you've been holding as he's driven away, leaning back against e concrete wall behind you, and roll your eyes to yourself with a knowing smirk. Now would come the stream all set up and ready for them to find, and then to rake their brains over when The Riddler's 'pretty little mystery' was mentioned near the end, in the midst of the retribution, and his followers would flood the chat with crazed hearts and impatient comments, ready for the real change.

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Good morning, my dear!  -- A Mammon x Camy (MC) prompt

Now it´s my turn to talk about my awkward noodle friend @sketch-guardian!

She is super sweet and deserves lots of love, also as she gifted me with an amazing drawing last week, I wrote a little scene with her MC Camy and her favourite demon brother Mammon. It´s a prompt made by a generator, but I added some background cuteness to make it a whole scene.

I really hope you like it dear @sketch-guardian, I have the feeling its stuffed with a LOT of fluff but, well, I had to… xD

(Also its my first time writing for someone I don´t know irl so… I double hope it turned out good hehe)

 Now have fun reading~

 Sharing a bed with the great Mammon is...

an experience. Certainly, his girlfriend Camy was overly happy to cuddle into her little tsundere demon every night, him being all "hngh... If you really like it that much I guess we can cuddle..." while holding her in such a tight grip that Camy wouldn't even have the chance of NOT burying her face in his chest.

He was totally a cuddler and liked to have Camy fall asleep first to bathe in this comfortable, soothing moment for as long as he could (even though to be honest I imagine him to fall asleep quickly and heavily, so that thing didn´t happen all that much...).

But then again, we all know that Mammon is... well, Mammon. Endearing, but a little idiot.

And fittingly, he shifts in his bed a lot, is a blanket stealer and Camy has woken up not just once in the middle of the night to find him talking in his sleep.

Camy got used to that, however, and finds it cute. With a smile on her lips, she would simply snuggle back into his shoulder and enjoy his mumbling while drifting off into slumber herself.

One morning, Camy woke up, registering Mammon shifting in the bed once again. She shot the clock a glance, seeing it was almost time to get up for breakfast. So she sat up, her gaze wandering over to Mammon.

He was still in deep sleep, moving every few seconds as if unhappy that Camy was missing at his side.

A grin curled her face as she decided to watch him for a little longer.

His hair was a mess, yet it curled so cutely around his tanned skin.

Suddenly Mammon mumbled something, followed by a big exhale, and Camy could barely contain herself.

How can he be so cute?!

It seemed like Mammon was about to wake up as he started moving even more, so Camy thought about how the best way to greet her favourite person.

Her eyes wandered to Mammon's lips...

She exploded into a blush, however also couldn´t stop herself from wanting that kiss now.

Slowly, Camy moved to kneel next to the demon, her cheeks heating up even more as her face hovered above his.

He looks so peaceful...

His lips appeared rough, but Camy knew how soft they felt against hers.

So, carefully, she lowered her head...

Sensed his scent...

Imagined what his lips would feel like...

Felt how much she loved him...

And she stopped a few centimetres above his face.

Face burning hot and her heart beating fast, suddenly her thoughts had brought herself into such a (simping) mode that she was too embarrassed to go for the kiss.

 Now on the other hand (or side of the bed), let us experience this beautiful morning from Mammon's point of view.

Actually, Mammon had been moving this much because he was having some sort of a bad dream. Not a nightmare per se, but uncomfortable nonetheless. He had that a lot, for example dreaming of the mean witches. But ever since having Camy by his side at night his dreams have become much more manageable. Feeling her against his body and finding comfort in her warmth was reassuring, so this morning, just like every day, he wanted to hold onto it for as long as he could.

He had been in quite a deep sleep, but as Camy sat up, Mammon slowly woke up, too.

The uncomfortable dream wouldn´t quite let him go, hence his grumpy mumbling that Camy was swooning over.

Finally feeling near to waking up, the first thing coming to Mammon´s mind was… his girlfriend.

He concentrated on her presence, being able to let go of his dream now.

And the more he felt awake, he realised Camy was not next to him anymore, but somehow… above him?

His lips curled a faint smile.

The thought of Camy kissing him awake crossed his mind, and as his heart started picking up its speed over the mere thought.

He dared opening his eyes just a little to check what his girl was up to.

Mammon nearly twitched in excitement as he realised she was actually about to kiss him, guiding her lips near his.

And so did his eyes flutter shut again as Mammon was waiting for this kiss like a child waiting for its birthday present.

What a cutie… Waking me up with a kiss like that…

Honestly, Mammon couldn´t tell what he had ever done to deserve someone like her, but he would certainly never let her go now.

Feeling her face close to his, he could already taste her lips…

Imagining how they will look into each other’s eyes afterwards…

Feeling so, so happy…

…

Uhm…

Mammon gave a confused look.

… Where´s the kiss?

Wasn´t she, like, directly in front of his face??

The demon dared another peek…

And could let out an amused exhale.

Honestly, this girl…

Mammon suppressed a chuckle. Camy´s face was right above his… But she appeared to be flustered as hell, her face so red it was a wonder it didn´t explode yet. She was holding her breath, eyes clenched shut and overall visibly struggling, caught up too much in her feelings to even notice that Mammon had fully opened his eyes by now.

He watched her, his cheeks gaining more colour as well, because damn, this human was making him fall for her more and more each day.

And although he really enjoyed the adorable view, the avatar of Greed decided to free his human from her embarrassment.

“Well, if ya won´t do it then I will” Mammon purred in a faked upset voice, then he gently took hold of her head to pull her down the missing centimetres until their lips met in a kiss.

Camy opened her eyes in surprise, even more shocked at the sudden motion.

As they parted in a smooching sound, Mammon could have sworn her face grew an even darker shade of pink.

“M-m-mammon” Camy stammered, still being held close to him. “You´re a-awake?!”

“Wasn´t easy to stay asleep with such a blushing mess above my head” he kept teasing with a sly grin.

“A-ah, that’s…” the girl sat up, holding her face in embarrassment. “I wanted to give you a sweet wake up kiss, b-but… I´m sorry I´m such an awkward m-“

She couldn´t finish her sentence as Mammon stole her yet another kiss.

Then he locked eyes with her. “Thanks for the kisses” he smiled. “And good morning.”

Overwhelmed, Camy stared back for a moment until she smiled back.

“Good morning, my dear.”

[grandzealot]

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rp positivity meme || open

✮ Do you think you’ve improved as a writer through roleplaying? 

absolutely

i did p good with writing in school but it was never actually an interest until i started trying to rp - i was always more focused on art. so im still new to writing in paragraphs - its only been like 3 years lol

but in that time ive actually bothered learning more about writing - and my sister is a writing professor so she recommended some great books on it. and just the continual practice has had me learning so much

lately im busy and dont as often write / phrase things im particularly proud of but overall im soooo much better

i actually had a couple content writing jobs several years ago but neither school nor work ever inspired me to improve as much as rp has lol

☯ Tell us all about your favorite muse you’ve ever written and why they meant so much to you. 

againnnn i dont have really have favorites ( aside from whatever im presently favoring ) but ill talk about alexus since he goes with the first part of this question ( being my first experience with para rp )

i love him because hes so funnn and there was such a range of things to write and i could go from silly to serious all the time

and i know i made a lot of beginning mistakes with him* not just with writing but with interactions with others ( like not making clear boundaries and being too shy to discuss things with muns when id have been better off doing so ) so im really pleased to have had the learning experience with him. and i love still having him around and still having fun stuff to poke at with him

( *which isnt to say i dont make mistakes all the time now lol. but i mean theres always a progression and he played a big role in me getting a nice foundation for the higher learning place im at now c: )