#young justice riddler x reader

[riddle-me-ri]

a/n: I totally didn’t forget the result of my poll…a..couple months back, lmao. I’ve actually always been thinking about it but never had a chance to sit down and get them done lol. Starting off strong with the riddle bois! Not sure who's up next, but no worries, all the rogues I write for will have a chance to shine!

Also not entirely back to fully uploading like I used to but may upload like once in a blue moon especially when the inspiration strikes me or if I need a small break from drawing lol

Content Warning: mentions of non-gender specific nudity and some allusions to sexual activity but nothing explicit.

The Riddlers React to Reader Going to Bed Naked

Arkhamverse Riddler:

- Well, first things first he’s got to be willing to go to bed.

- You figured you could have an interesting surprise waiting for him when he finally gives into the sweet call of slumber.

- Edward doesn't notice at first–basically running on fumes as he gets under the covers.

- It isn't until he tries to get comfortable he notices.

- And he is extremely shocked.

- How–what–what's the logic behind this? This is ridiculous!

- He almost has half a mind to wake you up and demand you put and demand you put something on.

- Yet he somehow even feels too tired to even do that.

- Ed will deny it in the morning, but you cannot deny that he did enjoy nestling into your side and into your skin.

Reevesverse/Dano Riddler:

- Oh..uhh…oh wow…umm…is that really comfortable?

- Gotham can be unbearingly cold at night and his apartment doesn't have the best heater.

- Edward is still very new to this level of intimacy–

- His brain will go into overdrive, trying to figure out if you're trying to tell him something.

- Are-are you trying to initiate…what he thinks you are?

- As his head spins, his face is flushed red.

- Edward will try to work up the courage to ask what this is about.

- You will have to explain to him if you were teasing him or just trying a new sensation.

- Either way, he will understand or try to, just give him a heads up next time…you almost gave him a heart attack.

Gotham Riddler:

- Is that really comfortable? 2.0

- His whole pale face is as red as a ripe tomato.

- Eddie will likely assume you aren't feeling well…that…that's the only explanation.

- Are you getting chills? Are you overheating? Do you feel nauseous? Here let him take your temperature.

- You really can't help but laugh and find his concern incredibly endearing.

- Ed is relieved to hear you're fine, but is now back to surprise when he realizes you were just teasing him.

- What…what should he do? For once he kinda leans into his confident alter ego for guidance.

- Once you two get closer and he gets to feel the softness of your skin, he's immediately hooked.

- Eddie can't just have his hands touching you, he wants all of his skin touching your own.

BTAS Riddler:

- Man's face is as red as his hair.

- Well, well, well…this is um…quite the surprise.

- Where in the world did you get this idea?

- Eddie will try to keep a confident and collected aura about him.

- But he's absolutely quivering on the inside, his heart about to beat out of his chest.

- His eyes rake over your body, appreciatively, until you tore the covers from his hand and snuggle into the mattress as you tuck the comforter back underneath you.

- You tease him and say he can't see or touch until he joins you also naked.

- Well, who's he to turn down a deal like that?

- Eddie snatches the covers and hops into bed, quick to wrap you in his arms and kiss youwhich muffled your laughs.

Zero Year/Capullo Riddler:

- Oh my God fucking FINALLY

- As much as he does enjoy the occasional strip tease…

- Having you already naked makes it a gazillion times easier to get to the main event.

- I imagine this Ed only sleeps in his boxers (briefs)...(and question mark socks)

- So when he sees you naked he's very quick to discard his underwear.

- If you weren't trying to have sex by sleeping nude then…good luck trying to convince him otherwise.

- Or trying to get his hands off of you…like at all.

- But come on, were you really expecting anything less?

Telltale Riddler:

- Quirks an eyebrow.

- He's not sure if he's amused, confused, or annoyed.

- And you can't quite tell either at first.

- Of course not one to give in to your antics..

- He asks you plainly what you're doing and what you were expecting out of this “surprise”

- You shrug, maybe you wanted to catch him off guard, maybe you've been getting too hot cause he won't let you turn the ac on (cause if it's hitting anything below 80°F he claims to be freezing)

- Ed will either call your bluff and actually get into bed with you and not give you any attention…you will have to work for that.

- Or he'll tell you to put some clothes on or he won't share a bed with you.

- OR if you catch him on a particularly trying night he may just pounce immediately.

Young Justice Riddler:

- *blue screen of death*

- *dial up internet sounds*

- Most likely to genuinely have his nose slowly bleed.

- He's confused on what to do or how to respond.

- Like not that he doesn't…err…appreciate you letting him see you but…why?

- Also like Gotham Riddler and wonders if maybe you're overheating or not feeling well.

- When you tell him you just wanted to tease him, he's practically melting.

- Oh well, yeah you…you did very successfully.

- You'll likely have to drag him to bed with you and proceed to take off his clothes for him so he can join you properly.

[hxney-lemcn]

First Date — Young Justice! Riddler x gn! reader

summery: Eddie takes you out on a wonderful date! Arcade? Movie? Dinner? Who could ask for more?

tw: none

a/n: Based on this headcanon/fic by @finniestoncrane ! Go check it out if you haven't already!! Or their entire catalogue of riddler fics because they write him really well and they have an abundance of them. Also! Clematis means intelligence, red camellia's means passionate love, and baby's breath innocence/innocent love.

wc: 2.5k

Master List

It would have been nerve wracking if I hadn’t been waiting for this day for who knows how long. I checked myself in the mirror one last time before I heard a knock on the front door. Nodding to myself in the mirror, knowing if I spent any more time nitpicking at my appearance we’d never get anywhere. Taking in a deep breath, I opened the door to reveal my date for the day. 

There stood Edward Nygma in all his glory. A sheepish grin rested on his face as he handed me a bouquet of flowers. It was a mix of clematis, red camellia’s, and baby’s breath. An odd combination, yet they also worked well together, and knowing Eddie, they held a deeper meaning that I’d have to look up later. 

“Thank you Eddie!” I smiled, inhaling the sweet scent before ushering him in. I didn’t exactly have any vases, but an old bottle I found would have to do the trick. When I came back into the living room, I placed the flowers on the coffee table, watching Eddie take in the place. “Where are we heading to first?” I asked, coming to stand beside him, making him jump. 

“O-oh! Right,” He nodded, rubbing his neck awkwardly. “I-it’s a…surprise?” Normally I’d tease, push a little to see if I could get the answer…but I know Eddie would bend right away and where’s the fun without a little surprise?

It wasn’t too long of a walk, and I was a bit surprised at the destination. Unsurprisingly, the arcade wasn’t too busy at 10:30 am. My smile couldn’t get any bigger when Eddie beat the high score of the pacman game, a triumphant grin revealing his cute little tooth gap.

“Oo! Let’s play this one!” I exclaimed, tugging Eddie over to a motorcycle race game. 

“Okay,” He replied, just happy to see that you were enjoying yourself. With him. That he was making you beam that sweet smile.

The race was afoot. Choosing the bike we wanted, I couldn’t stop the giddy smile from spreading across my face. I never felt so young again. The worries of daily life disappeared, and I could only focus on how sweet Eddie was. 

“Oh my God, Eddie!” I exclaimed, trying to stop the laughter that threatened to bubble out as he laid sprawled out across the floor. The game beeped as I hopped off, crouching over Eddie as he sat up, rubbing his neck sheepishly.

“I’m okay,” He laughed nervously, voice a little higher pitched than normal. “S-sorry, I always screw up…”

“Oh hush,” I batted his arm lightly. “Now c’mon, I think those kids wanna play next.”

He let out a squeak, face blushing bright red as we passed the two giggling children. It was fun to watch Eddie while he managed to get the jackpot every time, gaining an obscured amount of tickets. And when I tried my luck, he was only supportive when I never won it big. 

“Let’s get something to eat,” I offered, pointing over to the ordering station. 

“My treat!” He sputtered. “What do you want?”

“Are you sure?” I asked, feeling a bit guilty at how much he’s been paying already. 

“Th-this day is about you,” He exclaimed. “Anything you want, it's yours.” I felt my heart sputter. He was such a romantic, I wonder if he even realizes how attractive that makes him. 

“It’s about us,” I corrected, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek. His entire face blazed a bright red as he stuttered incomprehensibly. It was warming to know that I had such an effect on him, yet at the same time it was hard to show him affection if I didn’t want him to go brain dead at the simplest shows of affection. After he calmed down (barely), I told him what I wanted. He returned quickly, handing me what I asked for. Yet instead of us both getting a drink, he placed a slushie between us, two straws placed in it for good measure. I honestly didn’t think he had it in him, but I’ll give him kudos for the gesture. 

Once we finished our snack, he pulled me by the hand over to a stacker game. The prize being 1,000 tickets. He let me try first, cheering me on as I got higher and higher on the game. I felt adrenaline pulse through me as I neared the win line, and the platform got smaller. 

“Gah!” I groaned as I missed by a sliver. “I was so close!”

“You did really well!” Eddie cheered. “It only shows how your hand to eye coordination is better than the common man.”

Even though it read that I earned 500 tickets, I couldn’t be too angry at how Eddie always managed to praise me in his unusual ways. I stood to the side, taking a rewarding sip from our slushie as Eddie managed to absolutely crush the game. 

“That was awesome!” I cheered.

“W-well, I’ve practiced,” He replied sheepishly, watching as 1,000 tickets were placed onto his card balance. “But I think that was our last credit.”

“Damn,” I huffed. “I don’t want the date to end yet.”

“Heh heh,” Eddie laughed sheepishly, rubbing his neck as he couldn’t make eye contact, face flushed a light pink. “W-well I had a bit more planned…”

“Oh!” I said in surprise. The dates I’ve always been on were one thing. Just dinner, just a movie, so the fact that Eddie planned out the day made my smile lighten considerably. 

“B-but if you don’t want to continue that’s fine,” He stumbled, hands waving.

I rolled my eyes, squeezing his hand, “I just said I didn’t want the date to end silly.”

“Right,” He nodded. “Let’s see how many tickets we got.”

Nodding, we walked over to a machine that told us how many tickets we managed to get. I pouted when I saw I only got 2,000 tickets. Only for my jaw to go slack at the outrageous amount of tickets Eddie got. He got 20,000! That’s crazy!

“Holy sh-crap Eddie!” I corrected myself when I saw a little kid run past. Looking around, there wasn’t much I could get with my tickets. Whatever, I had fun nonetheless.

“What do you want?” Eddie asked, also looking around at the prizes he could choose. Sure, he couldn’t get the guitar that they had for some reason, but he still had a large variety. 

“You get something you want,” I pushed. “You won them with your hard work.”

“W-well I wanna get something you want then,” He pouted. And who could say no to that face. My face warmed as I looked at the more promising prizes to choose from. After he got me an actually cute plushie (and not those cheap small ones), I let him choose something with the limited amount of tickets I got. 

“So what’s next?” I asked as we began walking once more.

“Well I overheard you talking about that one movie you wanted to see…” He trailed off.

“Seriously?” I asked, eyes wide with excitement. 

Oh he was serious. He even got the best seats in the back and everything. As the lights in the theater dimmed, I scooted over a bit closer to Eddie. Not too close, as I didn’t want to get him all flustered, even if I find it adorable. I watched in anticipation as the movie started to play, only to hear Eddie yawn. I glanced at him for a second, only for my eyes to return to the screen. Yet when I felt his arm around my shoulder, I had to try my best not to jump. I blinked, face blank, trying my hardest not to snicker. He actually pulled the classic yawn and arm around the shoulder move huh? I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything else from the dork. 

I relaxed into his embrace, resting my head on his shoulder and rested my hand on his stomach. But even though he was the one to pull the first move I could feel him tense under my touch, which made me worry if I took it too far somehow.

“Is this okay?” I whispered, not wanting to bother others. 

“Y-yes,” He stuttered, and even in the dim lighting I could see the red that painted his face. I could only smile warmly, snuggling a bit further to get more comfortable. It was hard to focus on the movie when I was snuggled into a cutie. As the movie progressed, he got more comfortable, awkwardly holding my back. When the movie ended I couldn’t help but be in awe. It was so good! And I got to share it with someone I cared about! What more could I ask for?

“I can’t believe they actually finished it like that!” I exclaimed as I held Eddie’s arm. “That was awesome! Thank you for taking me to see it!”

Eddie chuckled, seeming to have gained more confidence over the experience, “I was surprised too! It was actually a good movie.” “Are you saying I have bad movie tastes?” I asked teasingly.

“N-no! Of c-course not!” He stuttered, waving his free hand in the air. “Th-they just didn’t have the best marketing!”

I laughed gently, nudging his side playfully, “I’m just teasing.”  I wasn’t really paying attention to where we were going, just enjoying my time with Eddie while also trying to silently struggle with the plushie I got. I’m glad I got it, but it was kind of an inconvenience while walking. I nearly stumbled when we stopped outside of a restaurant. Eddie opened the door for me, and I walked in. This was by far the best date I’ve ever been on. Fun at the arcade, restful at the movie, and now a dinner to top it all off? 

As we were seated, Eddie practically rushed to push my chair in for me. And people say chivalry is dead. Well I suppose calling a villain chivalrous is quite ironic, but I digress. We made some small talk while looking over the options. It wasn’t too many, but not too little either. I managed to find something I liked, and I was glad that we were getting something to eat because I was starting to get quite hungry. 

“Do you know what you want?” Eddie asked. “I’ll order it for you.”

I was about to protest, but the sweet look in his eyes had my arguments die in my throat. So instead, I told him what I wanted, and he seemed to concentrate hard to remember it perfectly. He was just too cute. I wonder how no one has scooped him up yet. I’m one lucky person for him to be interested in me. 

As the waiter came by to take our orders, Eddie managed to get them out without one stutter. I smiled at him proudly. The food came around quickly, thankfully.

“Do you have anything planned for tomorrow?” I asked mindlessly, before taking a bite out of my food.

Eddie hummed as he swallowed his bite, “Just finishing up my one plan. Hopefully I can execute it properly.” He slightly deflated at the thought.

Reaching over, I rested my hand over his, causing his gaze to linger on mine, “I’m sure you’ll do wonderfully. After all, you are the smartest man I’ve ever met.”

His cheeks dusted a light pink, either from the touch, or the praise, I wasn’t sure. Probably a mix from both. He pushed his glasses up, seeming to push down his self deprecation and nodded. I knew he wasn’t pushing it because he didn’t want to ruin the date, but I wanted to make sure he knew I wasn’t just lying to him.

“I wouldn’t go on a date with just anyone you know,” I smiled, gently rubbing my thumb over his knuckles before letting go to continue eating.

That seemed to have gotten to him a bit better as he seemed lost for words. He praised me all the time, so I knew that he couldn’t refute anything when it came to me. It was a nice thought, that he saw me so highly, I just wish he could see himself the way I saw him. 

Dinner went smoothly after that. And as we exited the restaurant, I realized we’ll have to walk all the way back to my place. Not that I didn’t want to spend more time with Eddie, it’s just that my body was starting to get sore with all the walking we’ve done today. Not to mention I had to carry the plushie at an awkward angle, making my arm sore. 

“Do you think we could catch a cab?” I asked Eddie sheepishly, messing with the ear of my plushie. 

“Ye-yeah!” Eddie nodded. The ride to my place was quick, and it was nice to rest my head on Eddie’s shoulder. He was less tense about it than earlier which was nice. When the familiar building appeared, I couldn’t help but feel myself relax. I had a wonderful day with Eddie, but a bath sounds plenty nice at the moment. 

Like the gentlemen Eddie is, he walked me to my door, the cab driving off. 

“I had a great night tonight,” I said with a smile towards Eddie. He wore his own, eyes gleaming under the streetlight. “Thank you Eddie.”

“Thank you,” He replied. “For allowing me the chance.”

“You always had a chance,” I teased. And then it was silent, except for the cars in the background. I watched as Eddie’s gaze dropped to my lips for a split second before looking away. I knew he wouldn’t make the first move, and if I learned anything from tonight, he was more open to affection than I thought. 

So, in a fit of bravery, I leaned in, placing my lips on his. He was frozen for a second, before gently kissing me back. I raised a hand to hold his cheek gently, taking in how soft he felt. His lips were warm, his skin was smooth, and even his hair on his sideburns was surprisingly soft to the touch. I was about to pull away, but was surprised when Eddie placed a hand on my neck, keeping me close to him. I gave him a few more seconds before pulling away, the burn in my lungs delicious. But the sounds he let out were even better. He was more intoxicating than he will ever realize because the urge to kiss him was strong, but I’ll save that for the second date.

“Good night Eddie,” I spoke, breaking him out of the little trance he seemed to be in. 

“G-good night!” Eddie replied as I gave him a kiss on the cheek for good measure. I waved at him as I entered my place. Licking my lips, I tasted the slight salt from his skin. He had been sweating after our kiss. I could only shake my head at the thought, only wondering what Eddie would surprise me with next time.

[quandaryqueen]

Wait

Young Justice Edward Nygma X Hero Reader

You were the one in chains, but he wasn't the one in charge.

Suggestive Content. Choking, pinning.

If there's one thing about nature that will continue to persist no matter the species, is that you shall not lay a finger on a single strand of hair of babies without anticipating the wrath of their mother. The universal trait among mothers and mother figures alike, the unbridled scorn and unfound strength that will unearth in the process of this blinding rage, should not be underestimated.

Edward learned that the hard way.

For one, in his defense, he has no personal vendetta against these children, he was merely following orders— immobilize children, hold them hostage, force information out of them through any means necessary— as you do. It was not his area of expertise, but his employers were the same people who assigned him to fight against them, one of the aforementioned being a Kryptonian clone, a Marsian, Magical, the fucking Robin— but he digress— and so it was not a shock for him to be assigned to this task, to watch over them, that is, he wasn't the one doing the information obtaining aspect. The only way he fits in this mission was the fact that he watches over them through cameras and induce electric shock if needed, so it was just him sitting in front of a monitor and control panels.

Everything was under his control...

Until you escaped your own containment, overpowered your assigned guards, endured electric shocks from your collar, managed to tear the aforementioned collar off your neck, navigate your way through an unfamiliar territory all the while defeating obstacles through the form of guards and find yourself in Edward's den. You defeated the guards on your way here, would Edward even stand a chance, oh that's out of the question, of course you can. Physically, you still have some juice in your but intellectually? Your brain was fried from all the electric shock.

But he's gotta hand it to you, you gave him quite the fight but he soon gained the upper hand when he managed to outsmart you. And all he needed to do was to step away before you can swing at him. Oh this was fueling his ego real good— H/N? Under his heel? All flushed and breathing heavily? Under his mercy? Ohohoho this should be photographed, printed, framed and placed on his bedside table, clearly this was a crucial moment—

Before the sight of you panting on the ground further supply his ego, you pounced up, the man squealing in surprise when you had the shackles thrown and twisted around his neck. He falls on his back, the air knocked off his chest, while you situated yourself on his hips. You were at the position where you had the ability to simultaneously further the gap between your wrists, resulting for the chains to tighten around his next whilst you pin his arms on either sides of his head. He could feel your chest rapidly rising and falling, the heat of your breath hitting his face— how you're the first person got this fucking close to him.

He struggles in an attempt to free himself, but instead found a certain friction which jolted him of his senses. This results for his to continue 'struggling' from beneath you.

"Where are they?" Oh you weren't fucking around, you were ready to strangle a bitch if they don't spill. Further emphasizing your point, you tighten the chains around his neck, a choked noise originating from his throat.

"Basement..." He managed to choke out. "With special access..."

You knew he was considered important enough to be granted those special access cards. With your hands occupied, you used your knees to feel through his pants' pocket. Experimentally, you stretch your fingers out just enough to reach his breast pocket to save time, causing Edward to stiffen and supress a moan, by throwing his head back.

"Do you not have that card?" You glared at him, after not finding anything of importance from his person, did you only notice the pleasure he derives from this.

Oh this pathetic loser.

Out of curiosity, you rolled your hips ever so slightly and under your gaze, you saw how visibly his breath hitch from his chest.

"... No." He answers, voice coarse with the shackle still around his neck. This is why he was placed in guarding duty, clearly they don't see him as crucial enough to be granted a special access ID Card, much to his chagrin... But it felt nice for you to assume he looked significant enough. "C-confidential..."

Testing the waters once more, you ground harder, causing him to forget about blocking his voice out. Oh what a sad little thing. You watch as red completely flushes his complexion and he looks at you, as if confirming whether he moaned internally or that you didn't hear it at all. Tilting your head, you begin lean back, causing Edward to close his eyes and bite down on his lip, disregarding his little slip up. With that, he began to feel an obstruction from within his pants, in desperate need to be freed from the constraints.

"You're pathetic, you know that?" You hissed above him, feeling his hardening cock poke your thigh.

Edward can only acknowledge you with a whine, sounding as though it was a protest but with his current state, he was just proving your point. Brows furrowed, breathing through gritted teeth, face completely tinged red. But it could because of the chain wrapped around his neck, his flimsy joke of an excuse attempts to justify. But he knows that you know it wasn't from that.

He wasn't even fighting it anymore.

"You're not really useful to me," you spoke above him, the chain around his neck tightening from the pull of your cuffed wrists.

"Wait—!" Edward chokes. "I-I can be!" He watches you raise a doubtful brow. Fair enough. He wouldn't trust him either. "They're at the basement. Special access cards."

"I already know that—"

"032604." He blurted out. "Code..."

He didn't have those damn cards due to his rank, but his eyes had been keen on the codes they punched on those doors. There was nothing Edward didn't know, no one was going to keep information from him.

The pressure around his neck grew lax and finally, you were unraveling the chain from his neck. That was greatly appreciated, oxygen was crucial for the head. Unfortunately, little head swayed the big head that he couldn't help but to feel disappointed when you peeled yourself off him. So there he was, in a prone position, watching through bleary eyes as you bear an expression of consideration. The prominent hard-on he can finally hide with his hands to preserve the remnant of his dignity.

He would glare at you, but then he raised you were raising a makeshift weapon above your head, ready to strike.

"WAIT—!" Edward once again exclaims, holding his arms before his face in defense.

It did nothing to dissuade your intent of knocking him out. It was your personal protocol to tie up loose ends before he can notify his higher-ups you've managed to escape. You don't know whether he thought of it or not, but it was better safe than sorry.

[riddleboxdude]

Wait a Minute- Dating?

Repost from my AO3!

Character: Young Justice Riddler

Summary: You invite Edward to discuss your relationship, things take an absurd turn.

This is a take on the “Didn’t know they were dating trope”.

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You had asked him if he wanted to go out with you a week ago. You were surprised to see him not as flustered as you thought he would be. He had smiled at you when he answered. You practically melted. You had gone to a local cafe, you both hadn’t really dressed up much but it meant a lot to you. You loved spending time with him.

As the week progressed you started to get a little frustrated, maybe he had wanted to take it slow? You had not held hands or kissed yet. You had already hugged him many times, it was the only real change besides your more frequent adventures together. You figured that you’d have to talk it out sometime.

You were both in your house. He was on the couch so you plopped down next to him. Your thighs were touching his, he went a little red. You leaned closer to his face and booped his nose, “What’s wrong?” He flusteredly mumbled, “nothing.” You thought for a moment and smiled at your genius idea. You stood up, “Wanna get ice cream? I haven’t had any in forever!”

You knew that he would agree, he always did. “Yea, I haven’t had any in a while either,” he looked a little nervous. You weren’t sure why, after all you were dating. You assumed that he wasn’t used to people being forward. After what felt like an excruciating 10 minutes that had you wishing the ice cream teleported to you, you both had made it to the cute themed ice cream shop. You admitted that you were a bit dramatic about the walk but it slipped your mind as you excitedly dragged him in.

He yelped, “Hey! Warn me next time.” You just laughed as you looked at the menu. He huffed saying something about his genius. You shoved the menu in his face after seeing your favorite ice cream, “Look! They actually have it this time!” You saw the corners of his mouth upturn before he could hide it. He looked back to his menu.

You both were half way through your ice cream before realizing you had forgotten the reason you had even taken him to the place. You shifted forward a little clearly, nervous, “Hey, Eddie?” He stopped eating and looked like he was about to panic, “Yea?” You tried your best to seem unaffected, “Well I was just wondering, we’ve been dating for a week but we haven’t kissed or held hands, are you wanting to take things slow?”

He went bright red and sputtered out, “Wait a minute- dating? Is that why-“ Your nervousness became utter confusion at the absurd situation, “What? Eddie, I literally asked you if you wanted to go out.” You were kind of embarrassed, you had told your friends that you started dating him. He was flailing and clearly embarrassed, “I’m so sorry! I really am! I didn’t think you meant it like that! We can start over, I didn’t know that you liked me too!” He was definitely trying to form a coherent plea but that was all that you could make out of it, he clearly thought you would hate him.

Hearing the part that he liked you gave you enough courage to finally say, “Alright Eddie, let’s start over. Will you be my boyfriend?” He smiled his sweet little smile, “Yea.” This was going to be a hell of a story to tell later.

[06stryker]

young justice riddler look like the type to wear those goofy minecraft boxers ( its ok tho cuz I wear em’ too )

i almost didn't post this..

[finniestoncrane]

Hey Finnie! I was curious, do you have any headcanons about the Riddlers being pussydrunk?

Riddler Headcanons hi hello this took me so long to get to i am so sorry anon lmao BUT ANYWAY i am back with headcanons!! i very much could see this happening to the boys (and it annoying them a lot) 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: oral sex, vaginal sex, hate-fucking, mention of anal sex

zero year

kind of loser who gets pussy drunk just glimpsing your cunt

kind of dork who presses two fingers in and sucks on them for ten minutes just for your taste

kind of dweeb who gets fully erect and close to cumming just from the smell of your pussy

kind of asshole who hates being pussy drunk because it makes him seem like he lets himself be controlled by it

which is NOT the alpha male attitude he's trying to cultivate

kind of idiot who might decide that since being pussy drunk isn't the vibe he wants for himself

that maybe anal is the way to go from here on out

gotham

pussy drunk is the only kind he'll tolerate since he doesn't particularly like losing control of himself or his thoughts

(all too easy to either... strangle your crush to death or hallucinate your frienemy/soulmate singing to you otherwise)

anyway he's the kind of guy who could spend 30 minutes eating pussy and then come away actually feeling kind of drunk

complete state of happiness, absolute ecstacy

thinking he's king of the world

not making very much sense

but determined to keep going to chase that feeling

arkham

he's the kind of guy who blames it all on you when he starts forgetting what he's doing

which, to be fair, is correct since it's your pussy he's thinking about

unable to go longer than three minutes without thinking about you and drooling when he's supposed to be working hard

so don't be surprised if you're happily minding your own business hours or even days afterwards

and are swiftly interrupted by him coming in to yell at you

for fifteen uninterrupted minutes mind you

before he asks rather sheepishly if you'd maybe just give him a little bit more of what he's got a taste for

just to see if that helps get it off his mind

telltale

oh he hates the effect you have on him

the notion that a simple, very human act that he's performed with multiple partners before could be so different

could make him completely incapable of stringing together a coherent sentence

could impair his reasoning, his general functions, both mental and physical

that his infatuation with you specifically could have him laying on a bed, drooling, empty mind

it's not going to stop him from going through it all again next time though

he's completely addicted

unburied

he'll pretend that he's not affected at all

pull out of you with the same nonchalant attitude as he would have after brushing his teeth or making a coffee

but buried beneath the sarcasm and the dry exterior...

he's losing it completely, and he secretly likes it

the ability to just let himself be kind of stupefied, with an excellent excuse for it?

no wonder he keeps coming back for more, even if he pretends that it's for your benefit more than his

twojar

absolute fuckin hound for pussy, and will go completely catatonic after sex

needs a good few hours of just holding you while he lays there completely still

just contemplating the world and trying to remember how to walk

keeping at least a finger on your body to keep the room from spinning and to make sure he stays grounded

because he over exerts himself, a lot of frantic, passionate, extremely physical work

and afterwards he needs time to recover from it or he'll do himself an injury

dano

he's literally one good pussy away from being cured

like the minute his dick is wet and you're moaning his name he's a changed man

what plans for revenge? what bombs? what weird traps that he built by himself?

who the fuck even is batman?

you're on the news the next day getting the medal of honour from the city of gotham

you saved lives. your pussy saved lives

your mailbox is filled with little homemade greetings cards afterwards

they're addressed to your pussy, not you

btaa

guess who's in a much better mood for the rest of the week?

as much as she tries to ignore it, miss tuesday can always tell when eddie has been with you

because he is far less grumpy and frustrated for quite a while afterwards

it's nice that you have that kind of power over him

but it does make him insufferably optimistic

which means more work for her when he decides that the grand schemes he thought were terrible and too complicated before he got his dick wet

they're now suddenly completely viable, because he is the greatest man to ever live

young justice

get that man to REHAB he is ADDICTED to pussy and he CANNOT handle it

talk about a lightweight, he's ten seconds inside of you and already unable to form a single though

it's a miracle he knows to keep breathing let alone remembering to thrust

he remembers nothing about anything else in life when he's in the zone, either fucking you or eating you out

basic maths? the ability to speak in sentences? gone

it's a good thing you're moaning his name because he might not remember it otherwise

btas

if he gets a particularly good fuck in then you can guarantee that he is out of commission for at least a couple of days

cheerful, whistling, humming tunes, dancing around his office

and the best part of it is that he knows he's happy, but he can never remember the details of why

because he can get blackout drunk on your cunt

all inhibitions lost

he's muttering words and phrases that he never would otherwise, far too lewd for someone classy and intelligent like him

doing things to you that you'd never expect from him, but definitely welcome the next time he decides to partake

[stickparrot]

These five little nerds has been hovering in my brain for a month so congrats

What do you mean I dont have type (lie)

[ilovetheriddler]

The Different Riddlers on a date at an amusement Park. Mini fic Scenarios.

Oh boy! That's a lot of riddle loving menaces! These are all short little mini fic scenarios centered around the idea of an amusement park date!

Word Count: 2,160.

Contents: Kissing, mentions of puking briefly, highly suggestive themes but nothing too explicit.

Gotham.

Just where had Ed wandered off to? You weren't quite sure, and it was honestly making you a bit worried. You knew how much he had been looking forward to this date, planning it months in advance to be just perfect, so the idea that he'd just leave without a word confused you.

You attempted to call his phone a few times, only to be met with his voice mail, where on earth had he run off to? You tried looking through the crowd for him and were starting to lose hope of finding him until you felt a hand grab your wrist and pull you along with them. By the time your mind fully registered that it was Edward, you were already sitting down, with a bar being lowered in front of you.

"E-Edward?! Where were you?"

"Huh? Oh! I was looking for the ferris wheel! I couldn't find anything about where it would be located on their website, so I wanted to find it as soon as we got here."

You let out a slightly surprised yelp as you felt yourself moving. As you saw the ground getting further and further away from your feet, you realized that you were on the ferris wheel. He had wandered off, found it, and dragged you to it after that. You couldn't help but chuckle.

"Ed, you could have just told me that when we first got here! Why were you so excited for the ferris wheel anyway?"

"Well... I thought it would be a pleasant experience! You know? I find the circular motion to be the perfect mixture of soothing and exciting, plus I get to be close to you... so there's that as well..."

He threw one of his arms around your shoulders and pulled you slightly closer before his lips met yours in a sweet and prolonged kiss.

Batman: The Animated Series.

Edward had been extremely pleased when he found out that there was a small arcade within the amusement park, nothing super fancy, just some older arcade cabinet games, but he was thrilled and you thought it was really sweet how clearly overjoyed he was.

He was currently on his third game, having already acquired the top scores on the previous two. They were puzzle games, which explained why the small little acarde section was practically a ghost town. Not too many people going to an amusement park were really going to play older puzzle games. But these were exactly the type of things that Edward loved.

"My dear! Look at that, I've bested yet another person's score. My skills at this are truly unrivaled."

"I can see that, I'm glad that you're having fun... I was honestly a bit worried that you might not enjoy coming here..."

"Nonsense! This is the most amusement that I've had outside of my own riddles in a long time!"

You couldn't stop yourself from giggling as he pulled you to sit on his lap as he continued playing away on the acarde games. You felt your face heat up slightly as he started kissing your neck gently.

"E-Edward! We're in public!"

"Don't worry, my dear, I'm not going to go too far, just a few kisses here and there.... and besides, there's not exactly anyone else in this specific section. Now, is there?"

His soft and just slightly mischievous laugh rang out right next to your ear as he continued his kisses on your neck and trailed them down to your shoulder.

Arkhamverse.

You had honestly thought that Edward would turn down your idea for an amusement park date, so when he did actually agree to go, you were incredibly excited..... Keyword being were... You genuinely loved Edward so much, but being slung around in a bumper car as he repeatedly slammed into other cars with enough force to almost give you whiplash wasn't exactly what you had in mind!

But you couldn't lie, seeing Eddie with that Grin on his face, cackling to the point where several people were onlooking with deep concern, was truly all it took to make it worth it. At least he was enjoying himself.

"Ahaha! These Imbecilic fools are no match for my excellent driving skills!!"

"....Eddie, your license has been revoked on several different occasions...."

"Only because of the fact that the people of Gotham city can't handle my superiority, so they try to restrict me!"

You continued to be swung around like a rag doll for another thirty minutes until the staff had received enough complaints and forcefully removed the two of you from the park. Going as far as to Ban Edward for life as a precaution. He wasn't pleased about it, not at all.

A few days later, you'd walked into his lair and found him frantically constructing his own version of the bumper cars, specifically to use in one of his traps for the caped crusader. You noticed a man tied to a chair on the other side of the room, the same man that had thrown you both out and banned him.

"Eddie...? Why exactly do you have that guy tied up?"

"It's very simple, I needed a guinea pig to test out my latest project!"

You knew that it was better to pick and choose your battles with Edward, so while you did feel sorry for the poor amusement park worker, it was late and you didn't want to argue over it, so you just went back to bed.

Telltale.

Edward had been on the fence about whether he actually wanted to join you on your trip to the amusement park. He wasn't exactly a young fellow anymore, so walking around all day didn't sound too pleasant. However, he did suppose that he should spend some time with you doing something that you wanted since you've been such a good assistant when it came to his plans.

So despite this being meant as a sort of reward for you, he didn't miss a single opportunity to complain about his joint pain and about how hot out it was, as if he hadn't willingly chosen to wear an outfit with a lot of layers. Luckily, though you didn't mind, you were used to Edward's complaints and were just glad that he was spending time with you.

Much to both your and his own surprise, he genuinely enjoyed the log flume of all rides, He could sit down and relax, and occasionally being splashed by the water made the heat slightly more bearable. He ended up going on that same ride a few times in a row before the two of you decided to take a small break on a bench nearby.

"So um... Thank you so much, Edward. I honestly didn't think that you'd even want to come here with me..."

".... I didn't originally intend to. However, I decided that you deserved a bit of my presence... as a reward for your recent work...."

You leaned against his shoulder, which seemed to throw him off slightly, before he quickly regained his composure and chuckled at the sight. He threw his arm around your shoulders and pulled you to lean in a bit closer before pressing a quick kiss onto your forehead.

2022 Batman.

Edward could hardly believe it when you told him that you wanted to take him out on a date to an amusement park. He'd never been to one before, so he was extremely excited! Not only because of the fact that he always wanted to do things like this as a child but couldn't, but because he'd be doing it with you, it'd be an actual date!

He was originally fairly nervous about the idea of how some of the rides would be, but once you both got there, he found himself having quite a pleasant time! Until you got to the Rollercoasters, then it went from a pleasant time to an amazing time! You were both screaming quite loudly while on them, but it was different for both of you. Edward had this look in his eyes, a look of unbridled gleefulness. He looked ecstatic as you both rode the Rollercoaster. In fact, he insisted on riding it another ten times!

You couldn't help but wonder if the reason why he was enjoying it so much had anything to do with the adrenaline his brain was producing as a result? Perhaps it was giving him a feeling that was somewhat similar to how his actions as the riddler made him feel? There was no way to be sure. He was overjoyed as you both got off the ride again. Unfortunately, you had to run over to the nearest trash can, feeling horribly queasy after being forced to endure a rollercoaster eleven times in a row. Edward looked extremely concerned as he approached you and started rubbing your back, attempting to help you through your nausea.

"A-are you alright, my dear? W-was that too many times? I'm so sorry if I overdid it...."

"...It's fine, Eddie. I'm just happy to see that you're enjoying yourself.... but yeah, after the seventh time, it might have been a bit much...."

Zero Year.

You were extremely skeptical and a bit cautious of wherever Edward was dragging you off to, He hadn't seemed all that interested in the amusement park a few minutes ago... what could he have possibly seen or stumbled upon to suddenly shift his mood so drastically?

You were even more confused when he stopped in front of a currently shut down maze of mirrors. You felt chills run down your spine as you glanced over at him to question what exactly he was planning, only to see that mischievous look in his eyes... whatever it was wasn't good if he had that look in his eyes, you could at least say that for certain.

He wandered inside, and you followed behind him. Just what was he planning? After walking for a few minutes, you started to grow frustrated. Perhaps he simply did this to annoy and inconvenience you. You turned around to say something but stopped dead in your tracks as you saw him unbuttoning his suit jacket before tossing it on the ground.

"E-Edward? W-what on earth are you doing?!"

He slowly stepped closer to you, a sly grin plastered on his face as he leaned in closer to you.

"Oh, come on.... there's no one around, and I'd truly be a fool not to take advantage of all of these... mirrors, wouldn't I, my dear?"

"Excuse me?! I bring you to an amusement park, and your first idea is to have sex in a shutdown maze of mirrors?!"

He disregarded his shirt on top of his suit jacket before moving on to unbuckle his belt. His breath drifted across your ear as he lowered his voice to sultry whisper.

"Precisely.... Don't lie to me and say that you aren't the least bit aroused by the idea...?"

The bad thing is that he wasn't wrong.... and that bothered you more than anything else.

Unfortunately, the two of you ended up being banned for life once a worker who was cleaning up the area stumbled upon you two in the throes of passion. Edward seemed unbearably smug, though. Even as you were both thrown out.

Young Justice.

Edward was overjoyed by your invitation to go to the amusement park together, it would be your and his first ever official date, and he was confident that it would be perfect... alright, maybe not fully confident, somewhat confident... he wasn't actually confident, that was a lie, he was deeply worried about something screwing up the entire date.

So he kept his eyes open, watching the area with a keen eye, he'd let this date be ruined over his dead body! As the date contained on there seemingly wasn't any major issues... Until he realized that there was a tunnel of love here and that you really wanted to go on it with him.

He was ultimately unable to say no, so the two of you got on the ride, sat down in those stupid little boats, and started floating along the long, dimly lit corridor. Actually.... the atmosphere would be absolutely perfect for stealing a few kisses from you. Yes, it'd be perfect!

He put his previous concerns behind him as he grabbed you suddenly and slammed his lips against yours, an intense passion behind the kiss. It lasted a few seconds before he pulled away to catch his breath, only to then reconnect them again and again. It was everything he had hoped that it would be. However, then the ride stopped suddenly, and he was sent falling off the boat and into the water, soaking his clothes.

"Damn it!! C-can't those idiots run a ride correctly?!"

"Are you alright, Eddie? That was quite a sudden fall...."

You helped him back onto the boat, but now he felt that his pride was damaged slightly, so he just sat there and sulked in his drenched suit, his favorite suit!

[introvertllux]

Meet the Wayne’s Chapter 4: Fault Lines

I DON’T claim the rights to batman only the black!OC. Also this is pure fiction and NOT my thoughts on marriage or family at all.

Word count: 6703

Third Person P.O.V

The darkness of the Batcave barely registers tonight; it swallows him, its depths closing in as jagged memories claw through his mind, vivid and merciless.

He’s back in the chaos of the orphanage grounds, the moments after the explosion crashing into his senses. The blast hits him with relentless force, a wall of fire and shrieking metal tearing him from his family. Heat sears his skin; the raw, bitter tang of smoke and dust fills his throat, his vision flickering in and out of focus as the world twists into a blurred nightmare. A metallic taste sits thick on his tongue, the stench of burning debris choking every breath. Somewhere nearby, he hears the cries of panicked children, the dull thud of falling concrete, a cacophony of pain and confusion.

And in the epicenter of it all, he sees her—Scarlett, encased in a sickly, pulsing glow. His vision sharpens for a second, taking in the unnatural pink light radiating from her hands, illuminating her figure in the smoke-filled ruins. For a heartbeat, she is both familiar and terrifying, her skin emblazoned with symbols he doesn’t recognize—ancient, jagged symbols that coil around her body like hungry vines, each line bright and alien, pulsating as if they’re alive, twisting through her skin, binding her to something unspeakable. He can’t look away, horrified as she lifts her hands and the pink light spreads, expanding into a protective shield around the boys, shimmering with raw, arcane energy.

The symbols shift and flare, seeming to grow, searing themselves deeper into her skin until she looks less like the woman he knows and more like a creature out of a nightmare. Tendrils of light coil from her fingers, threading through the air, wrapping around their sons in a way that is both protective and horrifying, as if something monstrous is holding them close. His sons’ faces are wide-eyed, pale against the crimson haze of the chaos around them, their expressions reflecting his own fear, their voices swallowed by the explosion’s aftershock.

A flash of blinding pink light, and he’s thrown backward, hitting the ground with a force that cracks through his bones. He hears the world distantly, as if through water—the sound of Scarlett’s voice, strange and resonant, mingling with the low hum of power that feels like it’s bleeding into the very air. His head spins, pain rocketing through his body, and when he lifts his gaze again, she is still there, a vision of otherworldly power, the symbols now pulsating like a heartbeat. Every blink brings a new nightmare into focus—the symbols writhing across her skin, her eyes blazing with the same light, unnatural, almost… inhuman.

What has she become?

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Back in the Batcave, Bruce’s fists clench until his knuckles burn, his mind trapped between fury and a creeping sense of horror. It replays again and again, each time worse, each time clearer—the symbols, those terrible, glowing brands that marked her skin, the strange, almost reverent way they seemed to pulse with each of her breaths. And the power, raw and unearthly, wrapping around their sons with the force of an invisible hand.

The woman he thought he knew, his partner, his wife—she had stood amidst that chaos wielding powers he couldn’t begin to understand, forces that defied every rational rule he lived by. He realizes, with a cold dread creeping into his bones, that he’s been blind. Blind to the secrets she carried, to the darkness woven into her past. What else has she kept from him? What else is buried beneath the surface, concealed by her quiet words, her careful facade?. Questions swirl and harden into something cold, focused, and selfishly determined. He will have answers.

The moment Bruce storms into the manor, his fury is a palpable force, chilling the room as he enters. Shadows cling to him like a cloak, and each stride crackles with barely restrained rage. He’s singularly focused, almost feverish, every thought consumed by one need: answers. He has no concern for his sons’ well-being, no space in his mind to wonder how they’re handling the aftermath. The only obstacle between him and Scarlett’s secrets stands before him—Alfred.

In the dim light of the sitting room, Alfred stands protectively, the boys gathered around him like soldiers waiting for orders. They’re watching Bruce with uncertainty, tension radiating from each of them, but Bruce barely registers their presence. His face is a mask of cold resolve as he stares down Alfred, his jaw clenched, fists tight.

“Where is she, Alfred?” His voice cuts through the silence like a blade, each word sharp, deadly, and laced with venom.

Alfred’s expression shifts almost imperceptibly—a flicker of concern that doesn’t escape Bruce’s notice and only stokes his anger further. “She’s resting, Master Bruce,” Alfred replies, his tone calm, steady. “I’ve advised her to take time to recuperate, to let the—”

“I don’t care about rest.” Bruce’s voice rises, tinged with bitterness and barely restrained fury. “I need to talk to her. Now.”

Alfred’s gaze hardens, and there’s a steely resolve in his eyes as he meets Bruce’s. “With all due respect, sir, now is not the time. She’s been through more than you know. Let her rest.”

The betrayal twists in Bruce’s gut like a knife, the mere fact that Alfred—his oldest confidant—would stand between him and the truth, protecting Scarlett’s secrets instead of him. Him. The man who trusted Alfred above all else.

Bruce steps forward, his voice dropping to a low, venomous growl. “Alfred, I have every right to know what my own wife has been hiding from me. You don’t get to decide that.”

Alfred’s gaze remains steady, unflinching, calm as a stone in a storm. “And yet, Master Bruce, I fear pressing her now will only push her further from you. Perhaps… patience—”

“Patience?” Bruce’s voice is a raw, incredulous whisper, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles go white. “I watched her wield something beyond our world, Alfred. Symbols, light, things that have no place in this family. And you’re telling me to wait?” His eyes narrow, his voice a bitter accusation. “What else are you hiding from me?”

The tension between them is thick, suffocating, but the boys have had enough of watching silently.

“Maybe now isn’t the time, Dad,” Dick says, breaking the silence with a calm but pained voice. He steps forward, his gaze steady but pleading. “Mom’s been through a lot. Pushing her like this is only going to make everything worse.”

Jason scoffs, his arms crossed, a look of pure disdain on his face as he stares at Bruce. “Right, because ignoring everything has worked so well in this family.” He takes a step forward, his voice simmering with resentment. “Isn’t that how you work, Dad? Keeping everything buried under secrets, shoving us out whenever it’s ‘inconvenient’?”

Bruce’s eyes narrow, but Jason doesn’t flinch. The anger in his voice spills out with years of pent-up rage. “Funny. You act like you’re all about honesty, trust, family—but you’re just as much of a liar as she is. More, even. And you know it.”

Bruce’s jaw tightens, his voice coming out as a dangerous hiss. “This isn’t about secrets for the sake of it, Jason. This is about our safety. Your safety.”

Jason’s face twists with fury. “My safety? Are you kidding me? You know what’s not safe? Sending your kids out to fight psychos and maniacs every other night. You care more about Gotham than you ever did about us. About me.” His voice cracks, anger boiling over. “If she’s keeping secrets, it’s only because she knows that you’re incapable of dealing with anything you can’t control.”

Bruce glares at Jason, but he can feel the weight of all their eyes on him, each gaze a silent accusation.

Tim clears his throat, his voice careful but challenging. “But maybe there’s a reason she didn’t tell you, Dad. You’ve always been against… anything you can’t control. I don’t blame her for hiding it.”

Bruce’s gaze snaps to Tim, his fury mingling with a sense of betrayal that makes his voice icy. “I trusted her,” he snaps. “I trusted all of you. And now I find out that each one of you would rather protect her secrets than respect my right to know what’s happening in my own family?”

“Your family?” Damian’s voice is cold, almost mocking, as he crosses his arms. “Funny. You talk about family like you know what it means, but you treat us like soldiers. Like pieces on a chessboard you can push around and sacrifice when it’s convenient.” His words are bitter, razor-sharp. “Mother has her reasons, I’m sure. And if you can’t handle it, maybe that’s the issue.”

Bruce’s eyes narrow dangerously as he turns to Damian, his voice dropping to a deadly tone. “What I can’t handle is betrayal. Your mother has been lying to us—for years. You don’t keep something like this from your family.”

A scoff cuts through the room. “Family?” Duke says, his tone thick with disbelief. “You keep talking about family, but all you ever cared about is Gotham. You think being Batman gives you a free pass to ignore us, to push us out of your life and call it protection.” He takes a step forward, his voice steady but angry. “You weren’t even there when Jason—” Duke glances at Jason, his voice faltering, then regains his resolve, “when any of us needed you. And now you’re mad that she tried to do what you never did?”

Bruce’s fists clenched tighter, his face twisting with bitterness. “So this is all my fault?” He spits, his voice almost a snarl. “I put my life on the line every day to protect all of you. And this is what I get? Accusations? Disrespect?”

Dick steps forward, his face tense, his voice strong but filled with hurt. “No, Dad, this is what happens when you put Gotham before us. When you build walls around yourself and keep everything locked away. You think you’re protecting us, but you’re tearing us apart.” His gaze meets Bruce’s, steady and unwavering. “If you want to blame someone for all the secrets in this family, look in the mirror. We learned from the best, didn’t we?”

For a second, Bruce’s face softens, a flicker of pain crossing his features, but he steels himself, his gaze hardening. And then Jason steps forward, fists clenched, his voice dripping with scorn.

“You think you’re some great protector, but all you do is control. You’re so obsessed with Gotham, you can’t even see us for who we are. You use us, treat us like weapons, then demand loyalty?” He lets out a bitter laugh, stepping even closer. “Mom might have her secrets, but at least she gives a damn about us.”

Bruce’s face contorts in anger, and he takes a step toward Jason, his voice low and deadly. “Watch yourself, Jason.”

Jason’s sneer only deepens, his hands curling into fists as he stares Bruce down. “Or what, Bruce?” he spits, his voice laced with contempt. “You’re not half the father you think you are. You want everyone’s loyalty, but you don’t deserve it. Not like this.”

The words hang in the air, thick with tension, and for a moment, it feels like the thin thread holding them together is about to snap. Bruce’s hand twitches, his fury nearly blinding him, as he takes another step closer. It’s a heartbeat away from turning physical, the rage between them almost unbearable.

The tension in the room swells, pressing in like a storm about to break. The silence grows heavy, thick with unspoken accusations, with words so sharp and bitter they seem to hang in the air like knives. Each breath feels weighted, every glare a loaded weapon.

The boys are visibly shaken, their faces tense and guarded, raw emotions surfacing as they look at each other, uncertain, angry, hurt. Jason’s fists are clenched so tightly his knuckles have gone white; Damian’s face, usually calm, is clouded with a confusion he can barely conceal. Dick stands firm but pained, his shoulders taut, every inch of him aching with the burden of holding this family together. Tim’s gaze flits between Bruce and Alfred, his mind racing, analyzing every fractured piece of the scene. Duke, his usual calm slipping, looks ready to step forward, but something holds him back, a silent question in his eyes.

In the thick, tense silence, a presence shifts the air, drawing every eye to the doorway. It’s not the dramatic entrance of a warrior or a call for attention, but the quiet strength of a mother, a woman bearing secrets and scars. Scarlett stands there, her arms wrapped in bandages concealing the marks Bruce had seen, hiding the symbols that had just shattered the fragile trust between them.

Her face is pale, but her gaze is steady, deep as dark water, and beneath her composed exterior lies the weight of pain and secrets she’s carried alone for too long. There’s something hauntingly resolute about her, like a structure pieced together after a storm, refusing to let even a crack show. Every movement is deliberate, unyielding.

The boys, instinctively, draw closer to her, as if grounding themselves in her presence. Jason’s fists relax slightly, though his eyes still burn with restrained fury; Dick’s stance softens as he watches her, concern shadowing his face; Damian, usually guarded, reveals a flicker of vulnerable uncertainty, his gaze searching hers for reassurance. Each son looks to her with the raw ache of loyalty mixed with confusion, a need for answers balanced with an implicit, unshakable trust.

Scarlett meets each of their eyes, her expression unwavering as she takes a silent headcount, offering the reassurance only a mother’s presence can provide. Her calm gaze settles the chaos, even if just for a moment, promising them that no matter the secrets or tension, her love remains unshaken.

And then, breaking the stillness with a quiet strength that commands attention, she speaks.

"Enough."

The single word lands with the weight of an iron bell, stilling every lingering thought and dissolving even Bruce’s bitter glare. Her voice isn’t loud, but it cuts through the air with a finality that no one can ignore, not even Bruce. His face snaps toward her, caught off-guard by the power of her voice.

But the shock quickly gives way to cold disdain, his gaze raking over her bandages. His mouth twists into a mocking smile. “Oh, so you’re finally here,” he sneers, his voice thick with venom. “How convenient that you’d rather hide behind those bandages, wrap up all your little *secrets* than show me who you really are. Was this your plan all along? Making me think I had a partner?” He laughs bitterly, each word an accusation. “Or was I just another pawn you thought you could use?”

Scarlett’s jaw tightens, but she stands her ground, meeting his gaze without flinching. Her voice is low, steady. “I was trying to protect this family, Bruce. I didn’t want to drag you into something you could never understand.”

“*Understand?*” Bruce’s face contorts with anger, his voice rising, accusations spilling from him like acid. “Protect us? You don’t know the first thing about protecting a family. *I’m* the one who’s held this family together while you lied to us every day, hiding whatever that was. I’ve sacrificed everything—for you, for Gotham, for these boys—and you… you just stood back and watched, hiding who you are.”

A flash of hurt flickers in Scarlett’s eyes, but she remains composed. “I did what I thought was best. I kept it hidden because I wanted to keep you safe.”

Jason steps forward, his frustration boiling over. “Funny, isn’t it?” he sneers. “That word doesn’t mean a damn thing around here. ‘Safe?’ No one’s safe in this family. We’re dragged into all your secrets, all your lies.” His gaze, blazing with betrayal, locks onto Bruce. “And you, Dad—don’t talk to me about loyalty. You care more about Gotham than us. Batman first, Gotham first. We’re just what’s left over.”

Bruce’s voice is cold and sharp. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Jason. *Everything* I’ve done has been for this family.”

“No,” Dick cuts in, his voice strong but carrying a tremor of hurt. “Everything you’ve done has been for you. Every decision you make, every wall you put up—it’s to keep us out and protect yourself. And we’ve been left to pick up the pieces while you keep us in the dark.”

Bruce’s gaze snaps to Dick, his face hardening. “I’m the one who’s kept this family alive. You couldn’t possibly understand the sacrifices I’ve had to make for Gotham, for *you.*”

Duke shakes his head, his tone cutting. “Sacrifices? Sure. But if we’re so safe, Bruce, why do we keep coming back broken? We’ve all had to keep secrets just to stay intact. And now you’re furious with Mom for trying to protect us? You’re mad that she did what you’ve done every day. Look in the mirror.”

Bruce’s fists tighten, his voice turning icy. “This isn’t the same, Duke. I haven’t lied to you about who I am.”

Tim’s voice slices through, measured and clear, the analytical mind behind it breaking through Bruce’s denial. “But you *have,* Dad. You kept us in the dark over and over. You hid Damian from us for *years.* You lied about Jason after… after what happened to him. You’ve kept things hidden from each of us, all the time. This family is built on secrets—and most of them are yours.”

Bruce’s eyes turn to Tim, his expression twisting with a bitter frustration. “Those weren’t lies; they were decisions I made to protect all of you.”

“Protect?” Damian laughs, a cold sound that carries the bite of deep disappointment. “Or protect your image, Father? You talk about family, but we’re just pawns on your board, part of your crusade. The minute we become inconvenient, you toss us aside or cover up the truth. Maybe Mother kept secrets because she knew what you’d do. And maybe the problem isn’t her—it’s you.”

A dangerous glint flashes in Bruce’s eyes as he steps toward Damian, his voice a low, deadly rumble. “What I can’t accept is betrayal. Your mother has lied to us all, hidden parts of herself that none of you could understand. And you’re blaming me?”

“Maybe she thought you wouldn’t understand,” Dick says, his tone uncharacteristically harsh. “Maybe she thought you’d react exactly like this—lashing out, accusing her instead of even asking why.” He holds Bruce’s gaze, his voice edged with pain. “Maybe she didn’t tell you because she knew you couldn’t handle it.”

A thick silence falls, and Bruce’s gaze lands back on Scarlett, his eyes filled with fury, his face hardening further as he stares at her, the bandages concealing everything he suddenly feels he doesn’t know about her.

“Oh, I can handle it,” he sneers, his voice low, mocking. “The real question is, what else are you hiding, Scarlett? Or was this all just some twisted game from the beginning?” His voice drops into a cold, scathing whisper as he steps closer. “Did you ever care about me? Or was I just another step in whatever plan you had?”

Scarlett’s expression holds steady, though pain flickers in her eyes. Her voice is quiet but unwavering. “I did what I thought was best for all of you, Bruce. I didn’t want to drag you into something you’d never accept.”

“Oh, spare me,” he spits, his voice full of contempt. “Best for you, more like. You kept us in the dark, treated me, treated all of us, like strangers. And you think that’s what’s best?” He leans in, his voice a cold, venomous whisper. “If I’d known who you really were, Scarlett… I would never have married you. I regret every single moment I wasted on your lies.”

His words hang heavy in the air, cruel and final, as Scarlett’s face pales, unshed tears brightening her eyes. The boys stare at him, each of them stunned, the devastation of his words settling over them like a suffocating weight.

She finally whispers, “You don’t mean that, Bruce.”

“Oh, I mean every word,” he sneers, bitterness dripping from every syllable. “You wanted secrets, Scarlett? Well, I want none of them. I want nothing to do with you if this is who you really are.”

The boys, caught in the tension, glance between their parents, trying to reconcile the love they thought they knew with the anger and betrayal spilling into the room.

Without another word, Bruce turns sharply, his footsteps echoing as he leaves the room, his final words hanging like a curse in the air. And as he disappears into the shadows, the shattered remnants of their family stand in stunned silence, the weight of his words pressing down on them like a suffocating shroud.

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Scarlett stands there in the heavy silence left in Bruce’s wake, her heart splintering with the weight of everything unsaid. She can feel the anger radiating from each of her sons, the betrayal simmering in their eyes, the questions they’re too hurt to voice. She forces herself to take a steadying breath, anchoring herself so she can be the calm in their storm, even as her own heart fractures under the burden of their pain.

She steps forward, her voice soft but imbued with a strength that she hopes they can lean on. “Come on,” she says gently, extending a hand to each of them as though gathering her flock. “Let’s sit down. Let’s talk.”

The boys exchange reluctant glances, some scowling, some averting their eyes, but they follow her, settling into the familiar comfort of the living room. Jason drops onto the couch with barely restrained fury, his gaze fixed on the floor, arms crossed tightly over his chest like a fortress. Damian sits stiffly, shoulders squared, masking the conflict within. Dick leans against the back of the couch, arms folded, his expression tense. Tim and Duke linger by the doorway, guarded and wary, their eyes flitting between her and the empty hall Bruce left through, as if hoping he might walk back through it.

Scarlett takes a seat beside Jason, reaching out to place a gentle hand on his shoulder, feeling the tension wound tightly beneath her touch. “Jay,” she murmurs, her voice a balm, even if his walls are up. “It’s okay to be angry. You’ve got every right to be.”

Jason flinches but doesn’t pull away, though his jaw tightens, his voice raw and low. “Angry? That doesn’t even begin to cover it.” He glances up at her, pain flickering in his gaze, barely concealed by the anger layered over it. “He doesn’t care about us, Ma. He only cares about himself—and that damn city.” His voice cracks, the vulnerability seeping through despite his effort to suppress it. “You’re the only one who’s ever really been here for us.”

The words cut deep, and Scarlett feels her heart shatter just a little more as she takes in the hurt he tries so hard to hide. “I know, Jason,” she says, voice steady but laced with sorrow, trying to reach through the bitterness to touch the young boy she remembers, the one who always looked for his father’s approval. “Your father… he has his own way of loving. It’s not perfect, but that doesn’t make your feelings any less valid.”

“Then why isn’t he here?” Jason’s voice rises, frustration spilling out. “Why is he out there, doing what he does best—running from us?”

Scarlett lets the silence settle, her hand tracing soft, comforting circles on his shoulder, the way she used to when he was younger, before everything became so complicated. Her gaze drifts to the others, each of them wearing that same look, a mixture of frustration, hurt, and exhaustion, all of them silently asking the same question: Why isn’t he here?

Finally, she speaks, looking each of them in the eyes, grounding them with her gaze. “I can’t explain all his choices,” she says softly. “I wish I could. But I know he loves you, even if he doesn’t always know how to show it.”

Damian’s scoff breaks the moment, his posture rigid, arms crossed tightly. “Father has a very… peculiar way of showing love,” he mutters, sarcasm dripping from every word. “To him, we’re soldiers. Tools to be used in his crusade. That’s all we are to him.”

Scarlett turns to Damian, her expression softening as she reads the complicated tangle of hurt and pride in his eyes. “He’s not perfect, Damian,” she says, her voice a gentle balm. “None of us are. I know he can be… distant, cold even. But he’s just as human as the rest of us, even if he doesn’t like to admit it.”

Damian meets her gaze, a flicker of vulnerability breaking through his hardened exterior. “Does he even know that, though?” he says, his voice softer, tinged with resentment.

Tim’s voice cuts in, calm but lined with a bitter edge. “That’s just it, Mom. He demands perfection from all of us, but he’s the first one to leave us behind when things get too hard.” His gaze is dark, conflicted, and Scarlett can see the weight of years spent trying to live up to his father’s impossible standards. “He sets expectations that no one can meet, then just… walks away when it suits him.”

Scarlett’s heart aches as she listens, taking in the toll Bruce’s distance has taken on each of them. “I know,” she says gently, reaching out to Tim, her touch light but comforting. “Sometimes he’s so focused on protecting all of you that he forgets you need more than just protection. And that’s unfair. It really is.”

Dick, leaning against the couch, lets out a long, weary sigh, his voice quiet but steady. “It just… it makes it hard to trust him, Mom. Every time he walks away, every time he shuts us out, it feels like he’s choosing his mission over us. Like we’re just… side projects.” He runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his every movement. “And he doesn’t even realize it.”

Scarlett reaches for Dick’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, grounding him with the warmth of her touch. “I know, Dick,” she says softly, her eyes filled with a fierce love that envelops each of them. “You all deserve more than he’s giving you. And I know it’s hard—harder than it should be. But you’re not alone in this.” She glances around, her voice firm and steady. “You have each other. And you have me. No matter what happens, I’m here, and I will always be here.”

A heavy silence settles over the room, her words sinking in, and she can see each of them absorbing the reassurance she offers, letting it fill the void left by Bruce’s absence. Jason’s shoulders ease slightly, his anger softening into something quieter. Damian’s posture relaxes, the usual tension between him and the others fading, if only for a moment. Tim looks down, his expression unreadable, but she can feel the shift in him, the way her words have touched a part of him he rarely shows.

But beneath Scarlett’s calm exterior, a storm rages. She feels the weight of her choices, the secrets she’s kept, bearing down on her with unrelenting force. She wonders how much of this hurt she could have prevented if she’d been more honest, if she hadn’t woven her life with Bruce out of carefully constructed facades.

A memory stirs, drawing her back to the early days, when everything felt simpler, when she hadn’t yet seen the cracks forming beneath the surface of the life they’d built.

The memory washed over Scarlett, vivid and raw, as if she were back on that rooftop with Bruce, caught between the stars and Gotham’s fractured lights. The air was cool, tinged with the scent of rain and smoke, and each sound—the faint hum of the city below, the occasional gust of wind—felt amplified against the silence that stretched between them. She remembered the feeling coursing through her then: a thrill tinged with fear, an excitement she could hardly contain. She had been so young, eager to escape her past, to finally seize control of her own destiny. Being here with Bruce had felt like a door opening to a life that once seemed impossible.

She’d stood beside him, teetering between disbelief and exhilaration, tasting freedom on the edge of every breath. Her past with Ra’s al Ghul felt like a distant ghost, something she could leave behind if only she played her part well enough. She saw in Bruce Wayne the ultimate escape, a life that promised security, power, and maybe even the family she had always craved but never dared to dream of. Yet there was something else, too—a magnetism she hadn’t expected, a pull toward the man behind the wealth and mystique. She knew she had walked onto this rooftop to be exactly who he needed, carefully crafting herself into that perfect “cool girl” he might fall for. And yet, standing here, looking at him, she found herself suddenly questioning her own intentions.

Beside her, Bruce was half-hidden in the dim light, his features etched in shadow, his gaze fixed on the skyline. There was something unbreakable about him, a figure carved from stone and shadow, an enigma that made him seem almost otherworldly. But tonight, as she watched him, she could see a glimmer of something else, something fragile beneath the armor he wore. He wasn’t just Gotham’s billionaire or some untouchable vigilante; he was a man bearing a burden that seemed insurmountable. It was that rawness she saw beneath his façade that intrigued her, more than any amount of money or status could.

They shared the silence for a while, sipping wine as they looked out over the lights of Gotham, two figures united yet worlds apart. Scarlett could feel the weight he carried, a heaviness that seeped into his every movement, as if he were bearing the weight of the night itself. She felt a strange pull to ease that weight, to step into a role he’d never asked her to play but that she could see he needed. And yet, a small voice whispered that this was more than just a role. She wanted him to look at her and see something beyond the woman she pretended to be.

And then, as if pulled by some invisible force, he spoke, his voice low, barely more than a murmur. “Do you ever wonder if it’ll end?”

She blinked, caught off-guard. Bruce, ever composed and controlled, rarely revealed anything personal. For weeks, he had been a fortress, someone whose charm and mystery she could only glimpse, never fully reach. But tonight, something had shifted. She leaned in, cautious, aware that this might be one of those rare moments where he allowed himself to be vulnerable, even if only for a moment.

“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice soft, almost a whisper, careful not to break whatever fragile connection had formed between them.

“This,” he said, gesturing out to the city sprawling below them, Gotham stretching endlessly into the dark. “This need to protect it. To keep it from falling apart.” He paused, his hand falling back to his side, and his gaze turned distant, his eyes darkened as if he were somewhere else entirely. “Sometimes I wonder if it’ll ever be enough. If anything I do will ever be enough.”

Scarlett felt something shift within her as she listened, sensing the depth of his burden. She could see it in the way his gaze lingered on the skyline, the city that had shaped him and scarred him in equal measure. But tonight, there was something different—a vulnerability that clung to him, making him seem less like Gotham’s mythic hero and more like a man struggling to hold himself together.

“Gotham’s… always been home,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “But it’s also the place that took everything from me. My parents. My sense of safety. There are nights when I feel like I’m fighting against something impossible, trying to save a city that doesn’t even want to be saved.”

Scarlett’s heart twisted as she listened. She knew the story of his parents—everyone in Gotham did. But hearing him speak of them, feeling the anguish woven into each word, made him feel heartbreakingly real. She understood, then, that his mission wasn’t just about Gotham; it was about trying to fill the void that had been left in him as a child, a promise he’d made to himself to never feel powerless again.

“When I was young, I thought the world was safe. That it would always protect me.” He laughed then, a hollow sound that seemed to echo into the night. “But that night—” His voice faltered, and his face hardened as he looked out over the city. “Everything I thought I knew, everything I believed, it all disappeared in an instant. I realized that no one was going to protect me. No one could.”

A chill ran down her spine, her own heart breaking for the boy he must have been, the boy forced to grow up in a single, shattering moment. She wanted to reach out to him, to bridge the gap between them, but she sensed he would only pull away. So instead, she let the silence linger, allowing him the space to speak, to collect himself.

“And that’s when you decided…” She let her question hang in the air, sensing he would understand, even if she didn’t finish it.

“Yes,” he replied, his tone resolute, though a dark resolve had seeped into his words. “That’s when I knew that if I wanted the world to be safe, I had to make it that way myself. I couldn’t let myself be vulnerable again. I couldn’t let anyone else feel what I felt.”

There was a silence then, a weight that settled over them as his words hung between them, unspoken truths filling the empty space. She could see it etched in his features, the years of pain and anger that had shaped him, the walls he’d built so high even he couldn’t see over them. Batman wasn’t just a mission or a mask; it was the only way he knew how to survive. Yet she sensed that the same armor that protected him had also trapped him, locking away any part of himself that might still feel.

“You carry so much,” she murmured, her voice barely audible, afraid to shatter the fragile openness between them.

He looked at her, his gaze piercing, as if studying her, weighing her understanding. “It’s not something I expect anyone to understand,” he replied quietly, a hint of bitterness in his tone. “Not really. Batman… he’s the only part of me that makes sense. When I'm with him, everything is clear. The purpose, the mission—it’s the one thing that feels real.”

Scarlett felt her breath catch, realizing that Bruce Wayne was little more than a shell, a role he played for the world. Batman was who he truly was. He’d compartmentalized his pain, his trauma, turning it into a weapon, and yet she sensed he’d lost himself in the process. And standing here, she felt herself slip into her own role, crafting herself around his needs, becoming the woman who would understand without question, who could shoulder his darkness with quiet strength.

But beneath her calm exterior, a small voice whispered that she wasn’t here only for him. She was here for herself, too, for the life he could give her, for the chance to build a future free of her past. She was drawn to him, yes, but she had crafted her persona deliberately, adapting herself to fit his world, his desires. She was the “cool girl” who wouldn’t flinch at his shadows, who could meet his intensity with unwavering resolve. It was manipulation, she knew, but a necessary one—one that would allow her to escape Ra’s, to create the life she’d always dreamed of.

Yet as she listened to him speak, something deeper stirred within her, an unexpected tenderness that caught her off guard. She was drawn to his brokenness, to the pain he carried so privately. She wanted to be the person who could understand him, to be the one he turned to when the darkness grew too heavy. She wanted him to trust her, not because she played a role, but because he saw her as the one person who wouldn’t turn away.

“Then why keep up with Bruce Wayne?” she asked, trying to keep her tone light. “Why not let the world see Batman instead?”

He gave a dark, hollow laugh. “Because Bruce Wayne is necessary. He’s a distraction, a mask. If people saw the real me… they’d see the darkness, and that’s not something the world needs.” He looked at her then, his expression hard, yet with a flicker of something vulnerable. “The world doesn’t need me. It needs the myth.”

And in that moment, Scarlett realized that she had lost control of her game. This wasn’t just manipulation anymore. She cared for him, deeply, in ways she hadn’t anticipated. She wanted him to see beyond the mask she wore, to know the woman beneath the facade. But she had built herself around his needs, and now, she was trapped in a role she had created, bound by her own manipulations.

They sat together in silence, watching the city lights flicker in the distance. Finally, his hand brushed over hers, a small, tentative gesture, and her heart quickened. She had crafted herself to be his perfect companion, yes, but somewhere along the way, she had fallen for him. For the man beneath the armor, for his complexity and pain. And in that touch, she allowed herself to hope that maybe, one day, he would see her for who she truly was.

But as the years passed, that hope withered, cracked under the weight of the personas they’d both created. She had molded herself around his darkness, but she had done so at a cost, bound to a man who belonged more to shadows than to her. And now, as she sat beside her sons, aching for the family she’d tried so hard to hold together, Scarlett felt the weight of that night settle over her. She had wanted to be his partner, his equal, but in doing so, she had bound herself to his darkness, forever caught between the woman she truly was and the mask she wore to be loved.

A soft touch on her hand pulls her back to the present, and Scarlett’s gaze meets Jason’s. His anger, always so fierce and relentless, has softened into something raw, something painfully vulnerable. He looks at her with eyes that, despite the walls he’s built, reveal a flicker of the boy he once was, the boy who trusted her implicitly, the boy who had once looked to her for all the safety he could never find in his father’s absence.

“You’re not going anywhere, right?” His voice is barely a whisper, a plea wrapped in bravado, but she can see the fear buried deep beneath it.

A tender smile softens her face as she reaches out, brushing a lock of dark hair from his forehead, just as she had done when he was young. “No, Jay,” she murmurs, her voice steady but gentle, infused with a quiet strength that she knows they all need. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She lets her gaze sweep over each of them, taking in the lines of tension in Damian’s posture, the guarded look in Tim’s eyes, the quiet ache on Dick’s face, the simmering frustration in Duke’s furrowed brow. These were her sons—not bound by blood, but by choice, by the promises she had made to them over the years. And now, looking at each one of them, she knows that, despite everything, she would keep those promises until her last breath.

“Whatever happens, I’m here,” she says softly, letting her words settle into the stillness that’s fallen over them. “I’m here for all of you. Always.”

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Prior Chapters:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

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Story Timeline and Overview:

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Additional info:

I know Jason never calls Bruce "dad" unless by accident in the comics. I sort of did that vibe. But generally when reading, I want it to read as sarcastic or even him subconsciously doing so. The idea is that underneath it all he does see/consider Bruce his dad and wants a dad. So if I write him saying dad it's a vulnerable moment where he cares and wants love.

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Ever wanted to hear what some of the Riddlers sound like when they sing? You're in luck! I created a lil compilation of just that! Now, I didn't use all of the Riddlers, just the ones that are either the most notable or ones that I just personally like. Enjoy!

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Everyone, edward nygma before joining the gcpd!!

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Hi, I like your writing/work, and could I request that you write about How would the different Riddlers would react when their S/O gets kidnapped

a/n: sure thing anon! I already wrote a scenario for Telltale Riddler for my 500 follower event so I'll just drop a link to his headcanon for his part! Also sorry beforehand if certain Riddler’s aren't here…I may have cut a couple out just to keep from being too repetitive lol

Content Warning: mentions of kidnapping

The Riddlers React to Reader Being Kidnapped

Arkhamverse Riddler:

- Edward is furious.

- How could this have happened? You were always near him?

- Who dared to stroll in and snatch you away? Did you even put up any kind of fight?

- He wants to blame it on you somehow; you were distracted, you got careless…you had a habit of getting far too comfortable.

- Deep down though, Ed was enraged at himself. What kind of genius is he if he can’t protect his own?

- For once, there was a matter far more pressing than his original plan to foil the Caped Crusader.

Dano/Reevesverse Riddler:

- Edward's whole nervous system is set aflame.

- His breathing increases, and his heart palpitates--a panic attack rising.

- No, no he can't lose his nerve.

- He has to find you-NEEDS to find you.

- You kept him sane, made him feel accepted, loved…he CAN'T lose you.

- Edward dons his mask and packs up his gear.

- He was going to get you back, no matter what.

Gotham Riddler:

- Ed's body is shaken from the inside out with pure rage.

- His mind is racing with who could possibly do this to get a rise out of him.

- He loathes to admit it, but it worked--it absolutely worked, whoever it is got his attention.

- Ed wastes no time to set out to find you.

- You are priority #1, and he will paint the streets of Gotham red to find you.

- He won't leave any stone unturned until he has you back.

BTAS Riddler:

- A seething rage washes over him.

- He can't seem to have anything good in his life without someone or something pulling the rug from under his feet.

- Rage soon shifts to concern…where were you, who had you, did they hurt you, were they going to?

- Edward has to shake his head to get the worrying thoughts out of his head.

- He needs to focus. He's got to figure out who would do this and where you could possibly be held.

- Once you're safe in his arms again…he'll worry about the next steps to keep you safe…

Zero Year/Capullo Riddler:

- Edward doesn't jump into action like others have…when he first saw the note, he figured you were just playing a trick on him.

- However, when he searches for you around your humble and cozy apartment, he's stunned.

- Edward's blood runs cold.

- You truly were taken.

- He tries to recount your last moments, the last increments of which he's seen you…

- Ed's temper begins to flare at this point.

- But no matter how frustrating it got, he would bring you back.

Gotham City Sirens Riddler:

- Edward has helped solve many kidnappings for various people.

- He did always worry about you possibly being in danger due to you being in a relationship with him…

- But a kidnapping?

- He never really imagined you being kidnapped. Usually, if someone had an issue with him--they would affect himself.

- Whatever case he was working on is immediately put on hold, and he refuses any new cases that come to his desk.

- Everything comes to a stop. All his energy and knowledge go to solving your whereabouts and bringing you back.

- Will likely enlist the help of Selina to find you. She hears and sees all sorts of things.

- Edward tries his best not to show it, but Selina can see the worry in his eyes, and she assures him they will get you back.

Telltale Riddler

^^ click on his name for the 500 follower event post with the same theme!^^

Young Justice Riddler

- Truly, likely the most panicked out of most of the other Riddlers.

- Guilt also overwhelms him a lot.

- You wouldn't likely be the victim of a kidnapping if you weren't associated with him.

- He knew he shouldn't have gotten involved with you…

- Eddie has to shake it off--he has to pull it together and find you.

- He begins to look for clues to where you've been and what you've done leading up to your whereabouts.

- Eddie tries to keep a determined attitude, to shove down any anxiety or insecurity, and keep it from distracting him from the objective at hand.

- You mean far too much for him to waste any time.

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Here's part of a scene from my untitled Young Justice Edward WIP!

I'd like to add that the chapter that this is from is just like 30 pages of fluff and smut XD

This is a reader x Riddler but the reader has an alias named The Algorithm aka Al :)

Your gaze softens, the tension in your frown easing as you acknowledge his point. “Yes, Sir, I understand, Mr. Nigma.”

Edward visibly deflates, the hard edges of his stance softening as the seriousness of the moment fades. His brows relax, the firm line of his mouth flattening to a more neutral expression. You watch as his face shifts into something more familiar, the shy, nervous demeanor you’ve come to know and, perhaps, even cherish.

“You don’t have to be all serious about it… But thanks,” he murmurs, his voice quieter now, as if the assertiveness he’d shown took all his energy.

A small, teasing smile tugs at the corner of your lips. “You’re welcome. But whatever do you mean?”

He hesitates, then glances up at you, a hint of pink coloring his cheeks. “You called me ‘Sir’... That makes me feel old.”

You can’t help the chuckle that escapes, lightening the mood even further. His vulnerability, so different from the sternness he displayed just moments ago, is one of the many things that makes him so compelling. There is something disarming about seeing Edward like this, caught between his natural shyness and the moments when he tries to assert himself.

You smirk

“Then I suppose you might not be into the dom dynamic?” you tease, your tone light, though there’s a hint of curiosity in your question.

Edward blinks, clearly caught off guard. His mouth opens and closes as he struggles to find the right words. “W-well, I don’t know a-about that.”

“So, you do have an interest in a sub headspace?” You raise an eyebrow, amused by his flustered reaction.

His eyes widen, and you can see the gears turning in his mind, trying to process what you’re asking. “Oh, I, umm, I really don’t know about that either… I don’t— I don’t know what that means…?”

You laugh softly, your voice dropping to a playful whisper as your cheek rests on your fist, elbow propped on the arm of the loveseat. “Why, Mister Nigma, I believe this is the most ignorant I’ve ever seen you.”

“I-I’m not… ignorant!” Edward protests, his blush deepening, creeping all the way to his ears. “I just… haven’t really… umm…”

“Oh,” you tilt your head slightly, a playful glint in your eyes, “but isn’t the definition of ignorance a lack of knowledge or information?”

His eyes dart away. “Yes, well—”

“And have you yourself admitted that you are inexperienced?” you continue.

Edward’s eyes snap back to yours. “Yes, but—”

“So, I feel inclined to safely infer that you are, in fact, ignorant when it comes to sex culture.”

“I… I, um,” he sighs, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I guess you’re right. I’m a little ignorant when it comes to – um - that.” His voice trails off, and he looks a little dejected. You wonder if he thinks less of himself, or if he thinks you might think less of him.

“All the more reason to experiment and figure out what you like…” Your hand, the one not cradling your cheek, drifts forward to toy with his hair again. “If only you knew someone who would be willing to help you with that?”

As Edward processes your offer, his eyes widen, and his jaw slackens. “Y-you mean w-with – with you…?”

You nod, keeping your expression open and inviting, trying to offer reassurance. “Yes, with me.”

He blushes deeply. “… Yeah, I-I’d like that…” He fidgets. “I was wondering if we were gonna… you know…”

You arch a probing brow. “Have sex?”

“Yes, I-I mean n-no.” He straightens abruptly, turning his body slightly to meet your gaze. His hands gesture anxiously as he stumbles over his words. “I mean not necessarily right now. I mean I-I’d l-like to. Eventually. O-Or now. O-or whenever - with you.” He grimaces. “I-If you want, that is.”

“Miste Nigma-“

“Y-your choice, you’re in charge; there’s no pressure or anything.”

 “Mister Nigma-“

“I may not know a lot, b-but I do know c-consent is important and I’d want you to-”

“Mister Nigma,” you interject more firmly, cupping his cheeks with gentle hands. You take a deep breath, looking at him until he does the same. “Take it easy… Don’t overheat.”

You guide him back to your lap, the weight of him settling against you once more. His head tilts up, exposing his flushed cheeks and the vulnerability in his eyes. He takes a deep breath, visibly relaxing under the comfort of your touch. Despite his efforts to maintain composure, his cheeks remain flushed, a gentle warmth radiating beneath your hands.

“You’re so fucking adorable,” you say with a soft, affectionate smile, leaning in to trace your fingers along his forehead and hairline. The tender gesture only seems to deepen his blush, and his eyes flutter slightly at the sensation of your touch.

“I am? Oh, I-I mean, yeah, I am.”

“How about handsome?” you ask, your smile widening as you continue to pet his hair.

“Definitely that one,” he replies, his tone growing more confident.

“Sexy…?” you tease, your eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I won’t deny it,” he responds, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, the gap in his teeth peering through his lips.

You burst into laughter, your head falling back in genuine amusement before you find his smile again. “You’re silly.”

“That too,” Edward agrees with a shrug.

“You seem to have it all, Mister Nigma…” you say as you shift to lean over him more, your hair falling in curtains around his face. Your fingers trace along the underside of his jaw, and you can feel the subtle tremor of his skin beneath your touch. “Brains, good looks, a sense of humor – quite the catch.”

He looks up at you, his eyes wide before he tenses with an inhale through his nose. “M-maybe good enough for someone to d-date?”

Silence.

Edward gulps.

Your expression softens. “Ask me again after tomorrow… and I’ll say yes.”

On an exhale, Edward relaxes. He seems to take comfort in your words, a big smile dimpling his cheeks. His gaze flicks to your lips. “Okay… But what about tonight?” His voice is almost a whisper, choked in uncertainty.

“It’s a little late for a date tonight, Mister Nigma.” You chuckle softly, your grin widening with playful warmth.

His blush deepens, and he fidgets, his eyes darting away before returning to meet yours with a bashful, red-faced look. “I-I know that! I-I mean…” His eyes once again glance towards your lips, anticipation and nervousness evident in his expression.

Your smile takes on a sly smirk, and you tease, “What? Use your words.” The thumb of one of your caring hands strokes his jaw again.

Edward’s cheeks turn a deeper shade of red, and he bites his lip. “Can we k-kiss…”

Your heart flutters at his timid request, and you can’t help but be charmed by his vulnerability, his simplicity. “Just kiss?” One of your thumbs caresses his lower lip, feeling his warm breath shuddering against your skin.

“Well, it’s a good place to start…”

[quandaryqueen]

Any riddler's

W anti-villain/villain crush getting caught under a mistletoe.

(I can't believe that even though I'm in another hyperfixation I still act like a high schooler having a crush when it comes to riddleman)

Mistletoe trapping

Edward Nygma X Reader

Ooooh 👀 this is bound to get interesting

💚 Young Justice

First of all, HE DIDN'T MEAN TO--

Second of all... The timing was a little too perfect, since he pulled you away to confess but what the fuck, what if you rejected him???

Based on his looks, it was unintentional. Trust me, you'd know, he is looks like he's about to cry. You really can't fault anyone for this, except for those who placed the damn trap from above the doorway.

"Ah-- ahem I— y-you don't— we don't have to—"

"Well, it's tradition," you shrugged, still eyeing the mistletoe with murderous intent. "Let's get this over with."

Gripping a handful of his fist, you tug him closer and press harder than he had anticipated... He knows it was the pent up rage to find whoever placed the damn kiss trap on the door, but he was not about to complain.

Edward had no time to reciprocate, before you were off to consult the cameras to see who decorated this place and give them hell, leaving him red in his spot.

Well... His confession can wait.

💚 Batman Unburied

Ohohoho this magnificent bastard. You know it's intentional.

He's this casual little fucker who will just randomly walk you around when he's rambling, then suddenly he looks up, prompting you to look up as well, then spot the dreaded thing strung up in the ceiling, then you look down to see this bitch smiling in accomplishment.

Pa-simple pa, amputa.

"Oooh~ looks like—"

"I thought you don't like following traditions?" You countered.

"I hate myself, but you don't see me ending it all."

You furrowed your brow at him. "The fuck does that have to do with--"

"Listen, I know several guys, gals and others waiting for us to kiss just so they can drag their unfortunate someone under the very same hall. Now can we?"

Staring a hole through his skull, you relent with a sigh. Edward excitedly puckers his lips and closes his eyes, waiting for your response. Rolling your eyes at his antics, you gave him a peck. He opens his eyes filled with disappointment.

"That's it?"

"Beggars can't be choosers." You shot back at the pouting Eddie, who's game you've beaten. Admittedly, you know you will only stir the fire from within and give him more of a fight to have a proper kiss with you. And hey, while the night's still young.

💚 Gotham

"Mx. L/N?" Peaks the bespectacled dork through the doorway of your office with wide, wandering eyes.

"Yes, Mr. Nygma?" Your head arose from the rows of tall paper work on your desk, only your eyes visible to Edward.

"I was wondering where you were, since everyone's gone home. There's Detective Gordon, Captain, Miss Kringle, Doctor Lee, you, me and..." He recalls from the top of his head, before concluding his thoughts with a nod. "That's it."

"Oh wow... So six of us here, huh?"

"No, it's just what I can name from the top of my head. There are more of us outside."

"Chasing that paycheck..." Or just being responsible servants of the law becHse crime does not pause at Christmas.

"Would you like to join us? Doctor Lee brought sweets."

Wanting to leave your station for awhile, take a break from seeing the same wallpaper peeling away in the corner, you grinned and stretched your arms above your head. "Count me in."

Upon walking out, you began to chat with Edward about the occurrences in the precinct. Events you weren't there to see, since you were always holed up in your office tending to reports.

"And how's Kristen?"

"Oh, she and I, we're just friends. She's right, we get along better that way,'

"Oh my gosh, good for you!" Being away from the center of the building, you often missed out on the recent happenings, imagine your shock to see Edward and Kristen attached to one another. You thought they were together now, but no.

"I know! I'm actually happier at this outcome... I just didn't know how to tell the difference between romantic and platonic back then... Till now..."

"Yeah, can be confusing..."

You trailed off, only to realise you were approaching a section of the building with a mistletoe hanging from a doorway. You hoped Edward wouldn't see it and just continue walking, but it was too late. Edward squints and points at it, even.

"Did you know mistletoe isn't a normal plant? It's parasitic, meaning it has to grow in other trees to survive! Gross in rough clusters, giving the appearance of sprouting magically from tree branches. It takes the nutrients and water from the tree it grows on."

... yeah.

As you stood staring at it, you feel his lips against your cheek.

"And it's a bad luck to not kiss when underneath it."

"You planned this, didn't you?" Cheeky bastard.

"I'm pretty sure it's placed there by Lee and Detective Gordon."

Returning the favour, you press a kiss on the corner of his lip, before dragging him off the hallways before he can process anything.

"Come on, I wanna see what sweets Lee brought."

[d-apperc-adaver]

Batman Writers of tumblr do you have any ideas how to make the Riddler bot be more…accurate?

[wammysgirl]

Riddlers- coming out to them as trans/ nb

Please note: This is my first time writing in ages, so i apologise for any typos! My own experiences with gender are more transmasc/ fluid leaning however I wanted to keep this broad for anyone reading! :)

Telltale!

Ooft, I love him but he definitely scoffs at first when you tell him

Not for any malicious reasons, he just, doesn't get why you felt the need to tell him?

As if your gender makes any difference to him or the work you do for him. As long as you can help with schemes and do your part he doesn't care about how you identify

It's that, painful kind of indifference. But if you make it known that his indifference IS an issue he'll do his best to try and address it

Afterall, he can understand that it took a lot of trust on your part to tell him, and that a scoff may not have been the best response off the bat.

Okay, tell him what's most comfortable for you from now on and he'll do his best to give you the same kind of respect you've always shown him

Unburied!

Oh, that's what that was.

He could tell something has been on your mind lately, and while he's usually MORE than happy to be nosey and poke and prod to get any answers out of you

He just kinda, knew, it'd be better to wait for you to tell him on your own terms

Well thats a relief! He though his best friend was either dying or going to leave him

WHAT?! Of all the outcomes, this is a lot easier to deal with

Well okay, he knows it probably more emotionally draining for you, but you've got his support 1000%

Seriously, he will fight any transphobes for you. Yes, he know's he'll lose in a physical fight, THAT'S NOT THE POINT!

He's very happy for you though and so ready to help you shop for a whole new wardrobe if you want it

Capullo!

This idiot, oh my god.

Of course he knows what transgender is, but considering he's never been tactful when talking to people in his life, expect him to stick his foot in his mouth at first

Again, this Ed is another one like telltale who will probably hurt your feelings, even though that's NOT his intention

Listen, he just has some of his own internal biases to get over

But if there's one thing he's good at, is learning and retaining a LOT of information. So as long as you have the patience and willpower to correct his (outdated) views, then you can actually help him understand you better

Hell, even just by giving him a starting point for his own research and reading materials is good enough, this fucker is still a nerdy ass riddler at his core. He LOVES his books.

He's not good at apologising (so he'll probably avoid it) but he definitely corrects himself if he ever slips up, he wants to make sure you're happy and comfortable and know that he does care

Young Justice!

Oh, shit!

Wait okay, can you just clarify for him if he's been refering to you correctly or incorrectly prevously, like if you've already been identifying how you prefer best, but you're just letting him know now because you're comfortable with him

OR if it's you didn't tell him before, but you are now so you want him to change how he refers to you in future

This sweetheart is just so concerned about upsetting you accidentally, it's a little overbearing at first honestly

But he has such good intentions and is asking lots of questions. Please feel free to tell him if you don't want to answer any, he's just curious and he cares about you.

Eddie wants to be beside you as much as he can to show you support, even if it's for something small like going to the salon while you change your hair.

He's sitting there patiently, and every time you look up at him he's just grinning with a big thumbs up!

Gotham!

Ah, okay of course! Please tell him your pronouns and any other things of importance when he refers to you

Are there any compliments/ words which you are uncomfortable with? What compliments would you be happier to recieve as well

He's probably one of the most well educated Eddie's on the topic and so he doesn't need any assistance with understanding it

He just wants to know the specifics of what works best for you :)

This goober also wants to give you something to celebrate this, but he goes for something smaller. Probably a cupcake with your flags colours, or something equally fitting (don't worry, no bullets in your cakes)

And he WILL celebrate this with you annually, he's got a great memory and to have your friendship continue so strongly, for years, means a lot to him

Arkham!

What, what was that?

What no, of course he isn't confused, he just didnt hear what you said because he was welding

Well, get on with it. If it's so important to interrupt his wor- Oh.. Oh so that is something, somewhat, important (This idiot also cannot apologise for the life of him, but listen, he's trying to acknowledge you)

(in his own way)

Clears his throat and tries to move on in a smooth manner, so you can advise him of the necessary points regarding this.

What you're wanting to do, if there's anything he needs to change about what he does regarding this

Listen, fuck the government and legally changing details, it's expensive bullshit. you let him know if there's any documentation you want changed and he'll hack into those databases and do it for you for free

Take it as a sign of congratulations from him.

Dano!

Okay so Gotham might be the most educated about this topic and be the most tactful

But Dano Riddler is a close second because he's actually known more trans people in the spaces he grew up in. Growing up Catholic, and catholic guilt can make it extra difficult for those already dealing with any dysphoria

So the first thing he does is ask how you're doing like, mentally

He is very ready to listen and let you vent if need be, or alternatively, he's relieved if you're doing well and don't really need to vent out your feelings or anything like that

he's awkward, but he gives you a lot of very sincere comfort. He offers you hugs whenever you want to, and is happy for you to cuddle up with him even while he's doing other things

He also takes you thrift shopping to find new clothes if you want to (sadly boy is broke after building all his traps so thrifting is his best suggestion) Or if you want he's happy for you to take some of his old clothes

Lets you know he loves you (platonically or romantically) and that he WILL kill any transphobes for you. And unlike unburied he will succeed. (especially if they're prominent political figures)

Btaa!

oh. OH! Well this is exciting!

First of all he's congratulating you and wraps you up in a big hug, he's happy you told him

Now, you guys have a very important heist to plan. He's gotta make sure you've got all the money you need for any gender affirming care including surgeries, clothes, hormones ect. you may want

PLUS the celebration partyyyy~

What, what do you mean you don't want a big party?

Obviously he want's to celebrate you coming out… You're one of the few people that enjoy his presence, he wants to show you how appreciated you are, AS you are.

Okay fineee, he's willing to compromise and downscale to a small thing with just you guys and Miss Tuesday. As long as you still let him get Miss Tuesday to go on an errand run and buy you a cake and your favourite snacks.