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murdickdocked · 2 years

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Hey, could I request some riddler fluff where he comforts his s/o reader when they’re feeling sucky 🥰 love your writing, and thanks in advance!!

Edward is a sweetheart who's never been comforted and never felt like he had to comfort anyone, until you. He's a lil confused, but he has the spirit. Hope you enjoy!!

|| Clueless || The Riddler / Edward Nashton x Reader

Word Count: 1236

Warnings: N/A

You’ve been alone for God knows how long. The day feels like it’s doing everything it can to be against you. It hurts to be this way, and you can’t help yourself but cry against the couch cushions; the tv on a random channel as background white noise, a reminder that the world still exists while you wallowed in your own void. You felt so off that you never noticed your boyfriend enter your apartment.

Edward noted the cold atmosphere the moment he came home from work, he removed his jacket, hooking it behind the door. It worried him, this feeling. Usually, when he comes home, he would feel happy, if not, relieved to be in a safe space again, away from everything that didn’t understand him. He looked around the living room, spying you on the couch. You were curled up in a ball, a sniffling mess with closed eyes and a shaking body as you tried to sway yourself for comfort. His mouth forms into a deep frown, he wants to come closer, brush your hair away from sticking on your skin, but he couldn’t move his feet.

In your 4 months of dating, he has never seen you this upset. Anger, a moderate amount of sadness, a little amount of grief, he understood, he was there. This, however, was not something he was familiar of, not on the comforting side anyway.

Edward’s mind run with words he wants to say, ‘Are you okay, dear?’ ‘Do you want to be alone?’ ‘Would you like to be comforted?’ So many words he could say, but also couldn’t. He could feel his mouth running dry, his mind told him to shut up, you might make it worse. He didn’t want you to feel worse.

Instead, he padded over to the kitchen counter, pulling out a cereal box— the one you enjoy most in particular. Taking out a bowl and a gallon of milk, he mixed them all together. He notices that your sniffling lessened and turned his body to look at your spot. He sees you staring at him with curious, red-rimmed eyes, your head slightly tilted down as if a silent question. Edward smiles shyly at you, he doesn’t know how to word it but… he wants to take care of you.

He walks over to you, bowl of cereal and spoon in hand. He puts it down on the middle of the table in front of you and sat on the end of the couch, the opposite side of where you sat. You stopped your swaying, your attention fully on him. Edward cleared his throat before speaking, his voice hushed, his own vulnerability showing.

“I thought that maybe you’d like something sweet…” You notice his palms pushing against his pants, grounding his hands against his thigh as if to stabilize himself. He mumbled quietly to himself, staring distantly into the bowl before shaking his head lightly, turning to you with a slight smile, innocuous and loving. Edward nods his head towards the bowl, “Eat up, then you can tell me what happened, please.”

You nodded, grabbing the bowl and eating in silence. You watched him from the corner of your eye and you see him inch closer to you every so often. He was mostly looking at his lap, where his hands would fidget restlessly, eyes sometimes flickering up to your face before coming down to his hands again.

After a moment of comfortable silence (from your part, anyway), you scooted over to him, leaning into his side. Edward’s tensed body relaxes into you, he wraps a hesitant arm around your body, sighing in content as he pressed his cheek against your hair, turning his face to kiss your forehead. His other arm rose to have his thumb stroking your cheek; the gentle motion from his warm hands making you sigh against him, burying your face into his chest affectionately.

“I wish I knew what to do.” His warm breath wafts over you, you nuzzled into him even more as your arms come together behind him in an embrace, “I wish I knew how to comfort you.”

“You already are, Eddie.” You angled your face upwards to give his neck a quick kiss, before snuggling against it, breathing in his scent. A faint smell of sweat and green apples.

He could feel his insides melt as he soaked in your hold, you were a comfort to each other.

“Can I ask what happened?” He asked, his voice muffled against your hair.

You shook your head, closing your eyes and sighing, “It doesn’t matter anymore, you’re here now.”

His hand moves to grasp your chin between his fingers, his lips kissed your temple and you just want to lean into him and have him with you forever.

“Don’t be like that, of course it matters. Talk to me, please.” He honestly does not know what he’s doing, but so far, he doesn’t think he’s doing anything wrong.

“It’s okay, Eddie, thank you for being here with me.” Your tone was a little irritated, making Edward nod in understanding. ‘Okay,’ he thought, ‘It’s okay, I love you.’ He can’t bring himself to say it, he’s not sure what to say.

“Ask me a riddle?”

He perked up, looking down at you in surprise, “a riddle?”

“Distract me, ask me a riddle.”

He lets a smile slip, leaning down to give a chaste kiss on your cheek, and one on your lips, simply sweet and loving.

“Okay,” He tilts his head, staring off in a daze as he always did when thinking deeply to himself, eyebrows furrowed and bottom lip in a pout. It’s cute. Your lips quirk up in a fond smirk.

“Pronounced as a letter, written with three. I have a twin whom I cannot see. What am I?”

He looks down upon you, his gaze warm and adoring. The arm wrapped around you pulled you closer, he adjusted himself into the couch, pulling his legs up so that you would be seated on his lap, you leaned down and laid on his chest, thinking while you do.

“It’s an Eye, isn’t it?”

“Ding-ding!” You chuckled; you loved your Eddie like this. “My smart girl, how you hold my heart!”

You rolled your eyes as his hand closes around one of yours and brought them to his lips, grazing them against your knuckles. This was the Edward you fell in love with, he was silly in his own way, albeit, he was a tough shell to crack at first, but as you got to know him, he was lovely, and he was yours.

Seeing you smiling and entertaining him made him feel warm inside. He didn’t know how he did it, but he did. He wished he could just be here forever.

He asked riddles one after another until he sees you blink blearily. He pulled your head against his chest and sighed as he felt you kiss his exposed collar. Leaning his head back in a more comfortable position, he looked off to the window. Dark was the night, and the symbol of hope shone in the sky as if it was another full moon. He gazed into it before he turns to your sleeping body. ‘I’ll be like him’ he promised himself, he promised you, ‘I won’t let you be hurt like this anymore.’

Edward closed his eyes, and let himself drift to sleep.

#edward nashton #the riddler #edward nashton x reader #the riddler x reader #the batman #edward nygma x reader #eddie nashton x reader #x reader #the batman 2022 #edward nashton x you #edward nygma #eddie nashton #riddler x reader

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murdickdocked · 2 years

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HAPPY 100 FOLLOWERS

SO HAPPY TO HAVE YOU GUYS HERE!!! I LOVE YOU ALL, WILL BE WRITING FOR Y’ALL SOON

ALSO JSYK, Y’ALL CAN ALSO REQUEST OTHER THINGS IN MY BIO, IF YOU WANNA MWEHE, I TAKE A WHILE TO REPLY THOUGH.

#me #omg im happy #thank you #!!!#wowie

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murdickdocked · 2 years

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Hi!!! How are u?? I hope your ask still open >< and if it is, can you do a hc or imagine/scenario with Dano!Riddler and a fem innocent reader? Maybe Ed is being protective of her, pleeease? Thank you so much! You’re awesome!!

Y*swoons* he's a total sweetie, I swear!!

here's them hcs, darling, it’s quite alot haha

Guess what? You met in a diner, shocking, right?

Okay, but this time, you're just another patron there, who just so happens to have the same schedule as entering.

He would admire you a few tables away at first, but in the next few days he just gets closer...

and closer...

until you two would just be beside each other.

you don’t notice it at first, but you did when he was a table away.

the next day with him being beside the table you are usually go to, you pat the seat beside you and asked him if he wanted to sit with you.

cue him blushing and stuttering “oh, i-if you don’t mind!”

oh, the first thing he noticed when sitting beside you was how strong your scent was.

wowie, he’s hooked. he’ll be looking into buying the exact same perfume/cologne as you later on.

you both were silent at first, the waitress comes up to the both of you and raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t ask any questions

while waiting for your orders, you turn to him, clasping your hands together and just started talking about your day as if you two had been friends for a long time

he’s mesmerized, he doesn’t realize you’ve asked him how his day was until he only heard silence and he’d see you pouting at him.

“so-sorry, lost my train of thought, what— what were you asking?”

“i asked what was your favourite riddle” you’ve seen him carry around a riddle book, you thought it would be for someone else at first, but you saw him read it and mumble to himself, it’s cute.

why were you interested in him??? omg you were interested in him. he’ll never let this go.

he tells you the first riddle that came in mind, he was surprised and elated to hear you answer him easily.

you look at him with a crooked smirk, you were so charming, you’re gonna kill him just with that stare, “what’s your name, stranger?”

oh. oh, uh, he almost forgot that you didn’t actually know him and that he wasn’t supposed to know almost everything about your social media life and background. oopsie.

for the next few days, you’d say you’re fast friends, then turns into a blooming relationship.

every day when you’re supposed to meet at the diner, you go to your and his table, and he’s already there.

you hold his hand and give him a kiss, that’s when you’d start talking together. you were a comfort to him.

he’d walk you home too, every alley you walk by, every person that brushes into you rudely makes him grip your hand protectively, he’d pull you closer to him. you feel safe.

eventually he starts to slip, he’d accidentally say something you’re not supposed to know, and you’d laugh it off and think he’s joking.

eventually, it turns into a game for him.

he’d say something unhinged, disturbing, or just something creepy, and you’d laugh it off, think he’s being silly, give him a kiss on the cheek.

one day, you were watching a horror movie in your apartment and he actually fitted himself inside your walls. You were texting him, you told him you were watching “The Boy”.

he felt giddy, excited. what would you do if you caught him, when you’d eventually start being curious or suspicious?

he texts you “I am inside your walls”

you start giggling.

he almost starts laughing himself, but stuck to sighing quietly and reveling in your laughter.

you text back “uhuh, wish u were here tho xoxo”

“what if i already was”

“could you give me a can of soda from the kitchen pls? lol jk”

mf actually went out to get soda and put it behind you, where you wouldn’t see him.

then he went back to where he was, watching you watch the movie.

you never questioned it, to you, edward was just a sweetheart, a true gentleman. he’d never do anything bad to you, right?

#Edward Nashton x Reader #The Riddler #The Riddler x Reader #The Batman #the batman movie #Paul Dano x Reader #Edward Nygma x Reader #x reader #the batman 2022 #eddie nashton x reader #eddie nashton #Edward Nashton #hc #asks #paul dano riddler #paul dano #dano!riddler

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murdickdocked · 2 years

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very excited to see the next one!!! :DDD

AIGHT OKAY SO LIKE

i always loved the idea of eddie meeting his s/o via live streams, maybe theyre just checking it out until they respond to him and he goes "oh? Crush?" And basically talks to them everyday until he gets caught and they learn who he really is

ohoho i love this concept, haven’t seen anything like it on tumblr yet. i gotchu x

Curiosity

(The Riddler)

Summary: In which the gn reader lets their curiosity get the better of them as they make their way into a Riddler stream, and they don’t go unnoticed

Warnings: None! P tame

Notes: Ok so I lied, here’s half of a new mini series, there is defs gonna b a part two

Total Words: About 2,554

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You recall a saying your grandma always used to tell you as a child when she’d find you in trouble, “Curiosity killed the cat”. And maybe she was right about that. Or maybe grandma just needed to learn to live a little. Cats have nine lives after all.

Since the murder of Gotham City's mayor, his killer has been the talk of the town, especially among the poor and common folk of the city. Some are down bad and some are against the violence. And some, like you, don’t know what to think. On one hand: violence is never the answer, but on the other: when violence doesn’t answer to peace nor peace to violence, then sometimes you just have to beat them at their own game. You think you can understand that, appreciate the desperation even. This appreciation is how you find yourself in the situation that you are in now.

You’re sitting amongst the crinkled sheets of your unmade bed, laptop resting on your thighs and fingers hovering above the keyboard. It’s taken a few long days of impersonators and dead ends to finally find the real deal, and now that you have the killer's actual website before you, you’ve got chills. It’s only a bit of curiosity, some mindless sort of investigation, you tell yourself assuringly. You’re trying to occupy your time in between gruelling shifts at work, and then the few hours of social life you manage to squeeze in on your days off. This is the fruit of your labour.

There’s a countdown for his next stream, the glitching text flashing across the screen as 10 minutes tick away. It feels like forever though, you have to do something else to occupy your time, boredom is the enemy. You click open a game of solitaire, though honestly, you never bothered to learn how to properly play or even understand the game. You do remember watching your dad while away his free time competing against a computer-generated opponent though, and sometimes some of his childhood friends if they would have the guts to brave a stay in Gotham, that is.

You start your game with the limited knowledge you’ve managed to retain from years of spectating, gathering your aces to start up your foundation piles. There’s only the sound of incessant clicking and your exhales as you work, your stacks building. When you run out of face-up cards, you pause, racking your brain for the next step, but you come up with nothing. Accepting defeat is easy in this case as you click the ‘?’ button and hints pop up on your screen. You need to start picking up cards from your face-down pile. You find yourself bored quickly though. Solitaire has never been an engaging game for you, maybe if you were middle-aged and beaten down more by capitalism, but that day is not today.

You slide your fingers across the touchpad mouse and it zips up the screen to your open tabs, switching you back to the Riddler’s website. The grainy green numbers a stark contrast against the otherwise black screen as the last minute begins to count down. You wait in suspense and it occurs to you that you probably need a hobby. Then you remember that you do have hobbies, things you used to be able to enjoy more often before adulthood and full-time work. You’d gladly be cooking or knitting or painting if you had the time and the energy, you tut at yourself, that little voice of reason in the back of your head should shut up. Maybe a few years ago you would’ve listened to it but you feel a touch too bitter for that now. Though maybe you are becoming like your dad, this new Riddler enigma is your solitaire. Before you can get too deep, the screen in front of you goes black, dragging you away from psychoanalysing yourself for the time being. It’s stays like that, just blank, and for a second you worry your laptops gone flat, and then the screen crackles to life again.

Sounds of laptop keys clicking fill your room as a green text emerges, one letter at a time: ‘i am first on earth and second in heaven and appear twice per week. what am i?’.

A riddle. Of course, it couldn’t just be easy. You re-read it to yourself a few times, speaking aloud as you attempt to connect the dots, “First on earth, second in heaven…” As you analyse the words you realise, “E! First in ‘earth’ and second in ‘heaven’. E appears twice per week on Tuesday and Wednesday…” You input the answer with a half-grin, watching as more little green letters appear.

‘smarty…’

‘if you know me, you’ll want to share me. if you share me, i’ll be gone forever. what am i?’

You go through the same process as you did the first riddle, though this one takes you a little longer, you eventually come to a half-hearted conclusion, ‘a secret’.

It must be right because more little letters appear, ‘can you keep a secret?’ and underneath it ‘Y/N’. You click the bold ‘Y’ without hesitation, eyes glued to the screen as the game continues.

‘we’ll see…’

‘last one, what belongs to you but others will use it?’

You know this one, you’ve heard it before and you type up your answer quickly, ‘your name’. Correct again. You feel a certain hesitant pride at being able to guess his riddles, though he hasn’t made them particularly hard for you. You watch as yet again, more green letters appear, no riddles this time, just a simple question: ‘what should i call you?’ You feel like you’ve made it through some sort of initiation ritual as you gingerly begin to type out a pseudonym ‘curiouscat’. It’s kind of cheesy but the nickname makes you smile a bit.

The screen fades to black, accepting your answer, and then finally, he appears. He’s a little grainy, cast in dim white lighting from an unknown source off-screen. He’s in his full get-up, still as stone but his other viewers are eating it up regardless as subtle flashes of text on the top left of the screen notify you of people’s donations. On the right third of the screen is the viewer's chat. There are only about 29 of you so far but you can see the numbers rising now and then, stopping at a fixed 47 after a few minutes. This takes you by surprise, you thought that there’d be many more, and for a moment you start to doubt the man before you, and then he begins. He stirs to life, cocking his head to the side, it looks like he’s reading the chat, light eyes darting up and down his screen behind clear-rimmed glasses as his heavy breaths filter out from his mask.

“Thank you for all the donations,” his gaze flicks back to the middle of his screen, “And welcome to some of our new viewers, it seems not everyone in Gotham is as stupid as I thought.”

Your eyes widen a bit at this, nerves prickling at the nape of your neck. He isn’t addressing you directly or anything but it feels weird having him acknowledge your presence. To your relief he moves on though, discussing the mayor's murder with a grim delight. His voice is deep and scratchy as it infiltrates the otherwise stark quiet of your room. It’s late and most should be asleep by now but you know how sound travels in your apartment building, so you fetch your earphones from your nightstand, plugging them in and shoving the buds into your ears.

“-loween night, I killed the mayor because he was not who he pretended to be. But I am not done.” The chat blows up at this but he doesn’t yield, any info on his next victim kept tightly under wraps as his viewers begin to discuss the mayor's death with feverish excitement.

You quickly conclude that his viewers are crazy, but also kind of funny. You wonder if you know any of them personally, if you’ve ever sat beside them on the subway or ordered your morning coffee and muffin from them. They could be anyone, the anonymity is exciting and freeing and altogether dangerous.

DData_Drag0n: can i put a hit on my boss

xXhushXx: lmao he isn’t a hitman

tr0ubleboi: i rlly liked the severed thumb, was a nice touch

xAstroCrabx: r4dioh3ad im in your walls

C10ckbreak3r: so who do we reckon the next unfortunate pig is

With the latest comment you begin to type out a reply, you’ve done a fair bit of investigating yourself — albeit light — and you’ve narrowed down the Riddler’s next victim into two categories.

curiouscat: well it’s probably a cop, right?

curiouscat: or a rich socialite but that seems unlikely atm

DData_Drag0n: oh hey newbie

C10ckbreak3r: ok smarty pants y do u think that

G0THAMSUX: are you a girl

You sit back and think for a moment, planning your next move as you watch the replies flood in. It’s not that you don’t know what you’re talking about but you are new here and they’re all for the most part giving Redditor incel. You’ve been ganged up on and doxxed by sad old men a few too many times on forums and chats and you aren’t planning on letting that happen again. Not this time. Not in front of the Riddler in a chat full of serial killer fanatics.

curiouscat: the mayor seemed close to some of the police force

curiouscat: when you think of the most corrupt groups in society it’s usually cops and politicians right? and ridding gotham of corruption is the riddler’s m.o soooo

DData_Drag0n: they’re speaking facts suck shit c10ck

C10ckbreak3r: alright fine lmao

r4dioh3ad: cat how do u know so much hm

r4dioh3ad: methinks ur a mole

xAstroCrabx: lmfao radio, not every new person is a rat stop gatekeeping the riddler

You notice that the Riddler is reading the chat along with you all, not making a sound besides his heavy sighs, but you can sense a hint of curiosity behind the frame of his glasses.

What you don’t know is that you’ve caught the Riddler’s attention. He watches you converse with the others with a quiet interest, observing you pave the way and figure out his next moves while the others squabble.

He won’t say his fans are dumb, every time he’s streamed they’ve managed to get past his riddles and they’re full of handy tips for weapons and tactics. More importantly, they understand him and his mission. They’re there for him to bounce his ideas off of and plan out his next moves. Hell, they pay him even when all he does is sit there and breathe. But they squabble. They have no idea. And he likes that, keeping them all on their toes, giving them just enough to keep them excited. Also, it’s better he not just come straight out with everything, who knows who’s behind these silly little usernames, he doesn’t need his plans foiled just to make a few people happy. So he supposes he should just ban you, you, you who knows too much too soon. Who are you?

He can’t bring himself to do it, even as his mouse lingers over the ban button, circling it helplessly. He knows he should but he doesn’t want to. You’re like a breath of fresh air, he doesn’t even know you but god he fucking wants to. He wants to know what you know and how. The burning curiosity begins to eat him up, gnawing at his insides and he knows he has to end the live stream early.

He waves farewell to everyone, only laughing dryly when his fans begin to pour out with last-minute questions and beg for hints that he ignores. He stares straight through the camera and it feels like he’s looking directly into your soul as the screen goes black.

You let go of the air you’ve been holding in your lungs, relief and a small sense of accomplishment filling your body with warmth. Almost a full week of searching and you finally found the Riddler, made it through one of his streams even. Though you’re not sure if you’ll be back for the next one, for now, your curiosity feels quenched. You pause in this train of thought as a yawn overtakes you, screwing your eyes shut and stretching out a bit from your stiff position in your nest of a bed.

You blink a few times and when you fully open your eyes you find some little green text waiting for you on the black screen. Perplexed, you sit up straight again, pulling the laptop onto your thighs once more as you read it aloud to yourself, “who are you?” The question mark blinks at you as it waits for a reply.

“Surely it’s not asking for my real name?” You ask your empty room, voice soft and a little croaky from lack of sleep. You suppose you could just leave it, shut your laptop down and never go on a Riddler live stream again, but your curiosity always gets the better of you and you type in your pseudonym, ‘curiouscat’.

Almost immediately, more letters begin to appear, backspacing on typos before settling on ‘you know that’s not what i mean’.

As you read the reply aloud to yourself you feel as if all the colour has drained from your cheeks, feverishly typing out your response, ‘who am i talking to?’ But you already know the answer to that. There’s no way you caught his attention with your few minutes of chat, the possibility of it felt thrilling and treacherous all in one.

You try to wrack your brain for what possibly could’ve hooked his interest, and then you suppose he probably didn’t like you guessing at his next victim, meaning you probably got it right. A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips as he types out his reply.

‘don’t ask silly questions. i thought you were smarter than that’

You scoff, typing away your reply as you push back the alarm bells of reason ringing in the back of your head, ‘says the serial killer asking for my real name’ and then ‘are you mad that i guessed your next victim?’ He at the very least definitely hadn’t been expecting it, he seems to like watching his followers scramble around in the chat.

His replies are quick, though riddled with typos that he has to keep going over. You try to imagine him hunched over his computer, breath heavy as the pads of his fingers slap against his keyboard, typing in some frenetic haze as he awaits your replies, ‘not mad, just curious’.

You laugh as he sets himself up for a perfect comeback, teasing men who think they’re so big and bad has always been a favourite of yours. You wonder if he’ll ban you if you push him too far and the outcome seems likely but you suppose it’s for the best, ‘well, curiosity killed the cat’

His reply is instantaneous, like a desperate man hoping to get the last word, green letters form together to string a simple reply, ‘but satisfaction brought it back :)’

#edward nygma x reader #edward nashton #the riddler #batman #education #the riddler x reader #edward enygma #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x you #the riddler x you #not mine

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murdickdocked · 2 years

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Hi!! Do you think u could do a fluffy imagine with Edward Nashton and his s/o staying indoors watching Tv, but he’s watching them more than the movie 🥰🥰 amazing writing btw!!!!!

Riddle me this: What burns, but is not flame; What feels, but is not a heart; What cries, but is not heard?

The answer is: my eyes, they're tearing up because this is so sweet omfg

also sorry for the delay in replies, I'm actually making a big fic for him hehe, won't post it for a while but just know that I'm making it.

anyway, sorry for the chattiness, here you go! song title is from “Put Your Head On My Shoulder” by Paul Anka

|| Won't You Kiss Me Once, Baby? || Edward Nashton x Reader

Word Count: 618

Warnings: N/A, lmk if I should add anything!

Edward Nashton has endured so many trials, and is going through so much adversity day by day, most of which he kept to himself. His childhood made him grow up cold, socially awkward, and disturbed. It was hard for him to stay grounded with everything against him. He only cared for very few things, much less a person. He can easily count the things he cared about: Riddles, Sweets, Coffee, Numbers, You.

You, however, he cared for you; a whole lot, too.

His light. The love of his life. His favourite person. His reason to wake up and endure every day. You.

He would do anything for you, tried involving you in everything that he could to remind him that you’re always there for him, to remind you that he values you and your input. It’s the same as him trying to involve himself with everything you do, like now.

Alone with you, in the apartment you both live in. Watching a movie that he forgot was about. He couldn’t focus, not when you’re snuggled against him so comfortably. Not when he would hear your giggles and chuckles in every scene you found funny. Not when he has his soulmate right where they belong.

For him, rain is only good in the right conditions. He usually hated it, honestly. When it rains, and he comes home from work, it means that he has to put in extra work to make sure the floor would not end up with mud. He was only ever tidy when it comes to your home; he was not like this before you came into his life. ‘You made me better,’ he’d think, whenever he finds himself grooming his hair or cleaning more than usual, ‘you have no idea what you made of me’. He thanked God and all the stars that aligned for him to have this moment, for he never wants to let go. He always savours his time with you as if he could lose you at any moment. In Gotham, it’s more than possible, likely a guarantee. Just a simple slip-up— a minor mistake can take you away from him.

He heard you bark a laugh before erupting into giggles. He sees you point at the screen. “Look at how they run, Eddie. It’s so shitty it just becomes funny!” Oh, yes, you were watching an old slasher film, the kind you used to watch when you were much younger. He felt his lips curl up in a slight smile; his eyes fluttered shut as he leant down and kissed the crown of your hair.

All the more reason for him to purge this city of its evils; for you, for people like him. He would not let anyone take you away from him. You were a beacon of hope and love. A reminder that life can still have happiness. He loves you more than life itself, so he is more than willing to take them just to keep you by his side; safe, loved, his.

A whisper snapped him out of his thoughts. He found himself staring blankly at your hand, which held his lovingly. He pecked the back of your head, his other hand brushing your hair back.

“What was that, honey?” He mumbled against your locks.

“I said, I love you, Eddie.” You adjusted your body to look up at him, a sweet grin on your lovely lips, the ones that kissed him so often, that verbally told him of your affections.

“I love you too, sweetheart. So much.” His hand broke away from yours to lift up your chin, giving your lips a fond smooch, “so much.”

For you. For Gotham.

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I HC Edward Nashton to LOVE the band I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME. Have you HEARD their songs: Mx. Sinister? New Invention? Do It All The Time? CHOKE? Fuck yeah.

#Edward Nashton x Reader #Edward Nygma x Reader #Edward Nashton #x reader #hc #The Riddler x Reader #The Riddler #The Batman #the batman movie #eddie nashton x reader #eddie nashton #imagine #idkhow #idkhbtfm

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Eddie coming home to your and his apartment from “work”, still in his Riddler attire. He finds you in lingerie, green and black lace. What shocks him would be a leather collar around your neck with a question mark charm attached to it. woof

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murdickdocked · 2 years

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Soft dom Eddie who loves praising his s/o reader? Your writing is 🔥🔥🔥

Can do!! I love Eddie and I hope he knows that. Here's a prompt for ye!

There are times when Edward would hold you like a dear flower, so fragile and precious. His hands on your skin are gentle and soft. During those times, his words would be the opposite, degrading and mean.

However, this time is not one of those times. He held you possessively against his chest, his back bowed down like desperate worship; arms around you in a bruising grip, hands pressing against your skin that would surely leave marks that you would proudly wear. His head pressed against yours, either at the side or his forehead touching yours. Edward always says the sweetest things during this emotionally-charged embrace.

“Sweet girl, my sweet girl.” He whispered against your skin; heavy breaths fan your face as your eyes roll in pleasure with every thrust he made into your weeping pussy.

“I love you soooooo much, baby,” he pinches your cheek as he leaned down to kiss the other. “My good girl, you’re so good to me, good for me.”

“E-Eddie!” You shrieked, the hand the held his back went to his brown locks, gripping any strand you could as you feel yourself coming to a close, “I—I’m close!”

“Let go for me, honey. I’m here” He hushes you and nuzzled into your warmth further, he pressed your body against the mattress. His hips going deeper as he feels you squeezing around his cock. A deep guttural groan comes out of him as he spilled himself inside you. He pins your hips down with a hand, thumb brushing gently on your skin as if to tame your high. “You’re amazing, my good girl. You’re my everything”.

Eddie sighed as his thrusts slowed, his body growing limp. He turns his head and gave you a hearty kiss on your eyebrow, brushing stray hair away as he leaned back to stare into your eyes.

“I love you, Eddie.”

His smile was as sweet as pumpkin pie, his favourite treat, only second to you.

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murdickdocked · 2 years

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The neighbor Eddie fixing the coffee pot fic 😩😩, it was so cute I’m gonna save it so I can come back and read it again later cause I love it so much

Thank you so much!! I'll be doing similar work soon once I have everything school-related out of the way! thank you for enjoying and I hope you have a nice week :DDD

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murdickdocked · 2 years

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if you’re still taking prompts, maybe one where you introduce eddie to your friends? and maybe after meeting them he ends up getting a lil intimidated (and ultimately insecure), but he still tries to be supportive.

i just thought it’d be cute to have a lil story where reader tries to make him see see himself the way she does. i love your writing and look forward to reading what else you put out!

*Waves* hi i'm not dead, I'm just busy with my research paper and exam week is coming up :)) took some time off my schedules to write this, i hope you enjoy.

yeah, I love dnd

| Game Night with Friends | Edward Nashton / The Riddler x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Nothing, unless you count social anxiety and kind of nagging eddie about his internet friends smh

Tonight is game night with your friends, a homebrew tabletop campaign. You thought you would bring Eddie along to introduce him to them, considering they were kind of nerds too (and honestly, he needs REAL friends, not just the ones talking to him during his streams).

At first, Edward outright refused.

“I’ll just ruin your night, Hun.” He whispered. Tired, gentle, green eyes stared into yours. He tilted his head as your hand crept up to cup his cheek; he sighed contently, “and you know I don’t like crowds…”

“Eddie, I know that the moment I leave, you’ll put on your green suit and talk to strangers online. It’s way better to join us tonight, it’ll be fun!”

Edward furrowed his eyebrows at the mention of his peers, he crinkled his nose (cutely, may I add) and fixed you with a weak glare, not liking how you talked of the people he shows his darker side to.

“I’ll just feel alienated and they’ll make fun of me...” He trailed off; his eyes glazed over as he felt himself getting stuck in his own mind. “Eddie… nonsense. They’re nice people, they know you’re coming. You’ll fit right in,” you grabbed his hands and put them on your cheeks, turning your head to face his right hand and giving each of his fingers a kiss, “you won’t be a bother, they’d love for you to join us.”

He sighed. He felt himself lean forward until his forehead touched yours, angling his face to brush his lips against the tip of your nose.

“Okay.”

Edward could feel himself freezing up as they approached their destination: the apartment of your friend downtown. You practically dragged him as he slowly transformed into a statue out of social anxiety.

As you raised your fist to knock on the door, Edward suddenly grabbed your wrist, turning towards you with worried eyes.

“I think we should just cancel—”

The door swings open to reveal your friend who welcomes the both of you with a warm grin. They call your name enthusiastically before opening the door wider for both of you to enter.

“Come in! Come in, we already got everything prepared!”

At a round table, friendly eyes turned towards you and Edward, most straying on the man behind you whose arms stuck close to his sides, trying to make himself look smaller. Some waved at you, others uttering greetings as some of them scooted over to give you and Edward space on the table.

You grabbed Edward’s hand, having him sit beside you and one of your friends who greeted him with a genial smile.

“So, you’re the man we’ve been hearing about…”

Heads turn towards a woman with red hair whose boots perched on the table, clad in leather and cotton, an eyepatch in one eye, and an intricate dagger in one hand that she played with refined fingers.

Edward nodded, eyes staying on the dagger as he leaned closer to you.

“What’s with her?” He whispered, the woman smirks as she sees him getting uncomfortable.

You sighed, opening your backpack and pulling out a stack of papers filled with information for tonight’s game.

“She’s a roleplayer, Eddie, she’s allowed to be like this.”

He nodded, regarding her with curious eyes. She narrowed her eye at him, a shark smirk as she grabbed something from her belt: a paper with her character information, besides it, a self-portrait of herself styled like an old wanted poster. Jewel Seaskin, Wanted Dead or Alive. 600 Gold.

“This lil’ group don’t take kindly to snitches, no matter how pre’dy they are…” Jewel stabbed the dagger on the table, making your friend who opened the door for you groan and complain in the background “I just got that made!”

“Are ye a snitch, boy?” She leaned towards him, towering over him in mock intimidation.

“N-no…” Edward’s eyes are cast down, his shoulders tensed. You laid a comforting hand on his thigh.

“What’s yer name?”

“Edward Nas—”

You interrupt him and he looked at you. You gestured towards the stacked paper on the table in front of the two of you.

A lightbulb appeared on Edward’s head as he realized what he was supposed to do.

“M-my name’s Earl Nygma!” He blurted out, unsure how the others would react.

Jewel raised her eyebrows, an impressed smirk on her face as she sat properly on her seat, removing the dagger by dragging it towards the edge of the table, ignoring the frustrated agony of its owner.

“Welcome to the party, Earl Nygma.”

You are all having a blast. It was Eddie’s first campaign ever and you were proud to see him talk to others when he could. Most of the time, he would talk to you in reply to someone’s inquiry towards him, but you chastise him playfully to answer them directly instead, making him blush in embarrassment every time.

The party just defeated a Kraken and from its beak out comes a cultist with an octopus head. It considered you with a mysterious stare before saying that the party must pass each riddle it states or else it will summon its Dark Lord.

You turned to look at Eddie and find him perked up, eager to hear the riddles. A content smile graced your lips as you squeezed his hand under the table.

He answers each riddle effortlessly, much to the dismay of the Dungeon Master who desperately wanted another fight. Your friends cheered and congratulated him on his cleverness, having him jump in surprise as one of them clasped his shoulder. For the first time this night, he smiled happily and nodded his head as a bow of gratitude.

It was time to leave, the campaign was a one-shot and therefore meant that it didn’t need to continue for the next game night, your friend made sure of it in case not everyone would come back for the next meeting.

You walked out with Edward clinging to your arm, a pep in his steps as he waved a timid goodbye to your friends, one of them shouting after the two of you to let Edward be the Dungeon Master next time, making him flush and chuckle, flattered.

“You were quite the charmer tonight, darl.” You purred, leaning your head against his shoulder as you both walked home.

He nodded, his posture going back to its frequent stance, a façade of innocence and awkwardness.

“I-I think I liked that, the game, I mean.” His eyes darted down, starting to walk at a slower pace. You frowned, pouting as you turned toward him.

“What’s wrong, hun?”

“I just think that I ruined it, sometimes, it was my first time in a group like that and I feel like I was hogging too much time a-and…” he trailed off as if his brain was trying to find a reason for his self-loathing.

You wrapped your arms around his middle, burying your face against his chest in an attempt of comfort.

“You didn’t, darl. They loved you, I could tell. Hell, they even told me they’d love to play with you again next time!”

“Really?” He mumbled, saying it more to himself than you.

“Yeah, baby, yeah.” You leaned forward and kissed his cheek, stepping away and looping your arm with his and continuing your previous pace.

“I’d love that.”

“I know you do.”

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murdickdocked · 2 years

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Hai! Do you think you could do an imagine version of the request of the Riddler simping over his partner in crime s/o when he's supposed to be intimidating? I love the idea and the way you wrote it 💚💚💚

*CACKLES* IT'S HERE!!! IT'S HERE!!! I LOVE IT !!! | Never A Bother | Edward Nashton / The Riddler x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Kinda Unhinged Reader, Gender Neutral Reader, Implied Death, Kinda Torture, Riddler being a goddamn simp (i love him fr)

“Senator Ferdinand…”

The Senator woke up to the sight of his greatest fear. The Riddler had escaped Arkham and killed multiple corrupted elites for the past 2 months, with each riddle and puzzle becoming more and more difficult with each passing death. The GCPD and Batman run ragged by the genius madman who toyed with his victims. The green mask stared down at him. The Senator could see himself being shown from the front camera of the phone angled towards him, the other side showing the Vigilante and commissioner Jim Gordon. His head was stuck in an iron cage with spikes that threatened to pierce his skin, a small opening to where his mouth is, his body taped into a wooden chair.

“You… you are a naughty boy…” The Riddler breathed in, chuckling as the Senator started struggling in his binds, making the metal spikes dig deeper, but not piercing his skin. “Now, now, don’t move too much or you’ll be making this much faster than I’d like.”

Sobs from the Senator made Vengeance narrow his eyes at the screen, he felt tears burning his eyes as he limped helplessly against his binds.

The man in green chuckled, grabbing the metal cage around the Senator’s head and jerking it, making it seen more clearly by the camera.

“He moves too much, he dies.” The Riddler said bluntly. Indeed, at the back of his neck is a spike that didn’t touch the skin, sharpened at all sides, unlike the others that were rusted and blunter, but still enough to pierce skin if applied enough pressure, the spike on the back, however, could easily slice through.

“You know how to play our game, Batman. A riddle, but not for you. No, no, for our little guest here.” He started walking in circles around the Senator, the phone still pointed towards the poor fool as he circled him like a tiger on prey. His voice was almost lazy, but in truth, he was excited to kill this corrupt politician, to purge this filth; “Senator Ferdinand has 1 minute before I clamp the cage around his biiiiig, big head. If he solves the riddle, I’ll let him be to let you have him.”

Edward opened the cage from the entrance in front of the Senator’s mouth, ripping the tape off his lips as he cringed in pain.

“I-I don’t know anything!”

It honestly made Edward angry, there’s no riddle yet!

“Come now, Senator, we haven’t even started yet!” Edward turned the phone toward himself, shaking his head in mock disappointment, “Do you see, Gotham, the guilt in his eyes! Riddle me this, Senator. Who is taken in to take someone out?”

Senator Ferdinand shook his head, but was stilled by the threat of the spikes.

“A-A dog?”

The Riddler slammed his hands on top of the cage, making the Senator jump and sob louder. The Batman can only watch as the police around him tried to trace the call to no avail.

“NO, NO, NO!” In his tantrum, Edward kicked a table beside him, making it bang against the wall. He breathed heavily in anger. “You, Senator. You are very familiar with—"

Knock Knock Knock

The men froze, both looking at the door of the room.

“Oh, Riddler, are you okay? I made cookies!” A sweet, muffled voice came from the other side.

Oh, what a treat.

“Comiiiing,” Edward sang, his eyes could be seen by the Senator, crinkled in happiness and fondness. There was an instant switch from anger to whatever the fuck this is— “Honey, so happy for you to join us!”

There you were, clad in a pink apron, a red, worn leather jacket, black leather gloves, and your signature mask. You carried a baking tray, on it were cookies that were obviously just finished, smelling heavenly.

“Oh dear, I wish I could eat your most delicious cookies right now!” You were lovingly enveloped by the arms of your darling, who instantly kissed the top of your head through his mask, where your hairline would be, an audible “mwah!” come from him, making you giggle. Your silly Eddie.

“It’s fine, it’s for after!” You purred, looking into his eyes. You knew your affections shone through your own and knew that he saw them from the way he tilted his head at you like a curious puppy. “My baby needs a reward after all his hard work.”

“I wouldn’t mind you being my rewa—”

“PLEASE HELP ME!”

Both of your heads snapped towards the scream, the Senator full-blown crying, snot running down his nose, making yours cringe in disgust.

“Rude.”

The Riddler replied in giggles, stepping closer to the Senator with you in his arms. You put the baking sheet on the table before facing the Senator and the phone with a hand on your hip.

“We were having a moment you know!”

Edward just adores you, the way you scolded the pig, the way he could tell you have a mocking pout from behind your mask, eyes angled down in anger. He raises his arm as if introducing.

“My love, this is Senator Ferdinand, he’s our little toy for tonight.” You crossed your arms and leaned against his side, tilting your head against him in a slight nuzzle.

“Not so pleased to meet you.”

Edward turned towards the phone, angling it so that you and he would be in frame. The Batman stared at you in unamused anger, the lovely card you left for him clutched in his hands, making you tilt your head down in faux disappointment.

“You remember who they are, right, Batman?” He chuckled, dipping his face to your neck, “My love… my muse… my everything.”

You purr under his attention, giggling as he rubs his gloved hands on your arms soothingly.

“Careful now, you have a reputation to keep,” you said sweetly, running your fingers up and down his chest as you turned your body to face him.

“Nothing could ever stop me from showing you my love, my heart.” He grabs your hand before rubbing the back of it against his mouthpiece as he sighed affectionately. Your heart melts at the sight. That’s my honey right there.

“C-can we get this over with?”

You glared at the Senator before switching your gaze to the love of your life.

“Has he answered the question? I fear I’m being too much of a distraction.”

“Nonsense, I felt like I was going to pop a vein from how stupid he is.” He hissed, flicking his eyes towards the Senator as he insulted him. “But no, it’s about time we hear the answer, no?”

You hummed, leaning up and giving him a kiss through your mask, intentionally making it louder than it should be.

“A C-CEO?” The Senator breathed shakingly, terrified eyes peering into your amused ones.

You giggle as you heard his answer, making him tremble visibly, a loud sob coming from him. You heard a loud “SHIT!” from the phone as even they felt the hard tension brewing as you approached the Senator with an extra pep in your step, one of The Riddler’s hands in yours as he followed you, him putting the phone beside the baking tray.

“I don’t knoooow, was that correct, honeybee?” You leaned your body toward the Senator, a crazed look in your eyes as your snickers continued.

“No, darling, it wasn’t.” He leaned his body against your back, running his other hand along your arm before taking the hand in that one too. He sighed thoughtfully, whispering into your ear, “would you like to do the honours tonight, my lovely?”

“Oh, would I!” You perked up, grinning up to him and nodding enthusiastically. He couldn’t help but giggle at you, his hand hovered near your face, giving you a cute boop on the nose of your mask, making you roll your eyes.

“We could do it together…” He nuzzled his mask against yours, his hands coming to rest them against your cheeks. He stepped forward, you stepped back. He backed you up until your back bumped against the struggling, helpless man, now shouting for Batman or the police to come, threatening and begging them simultaneously.

You turned and walked over to the back of the chair, where you could access two lever-like handles that you knew controlled the spikes. Your fingers ghosted over them as you feel your Riddler’s presence come up behind you.

He embraced you, muttering how lucky he was, how you felt like a piece of heaven. His hands roamed to your shoulders, dragging them until they held your hands from behind, one of his hands stroking the back of your thumb as he guided your hold to the levers. He nuzzled his mask against the crook of your neck.

“Shall I count?” You asked teasingly, hearing bangs and panicked voices from the phone behind you. “Three…”

“You’re so beautiful…” he mumbled softly; you could feel his hot breath through his mask. The Senator hung his head in defeat, closing his eyes in anticipation.

“Two…”

“You make me happy, make me the best version of myself.” His grip tightened around yours.

“One…” Out the door, you could hear the pounding of hurried, heavy boots against wooden floors. The door cracks under a violent shove, like a heavy foot trying to breach inside.

“My life is yours, and so is my heart, forever.”

CRACK

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