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Heyyy, I love your blog and writing so much! Can I request an imagine with Ed Nashton/Riddler who falls in love with the reader and kind of goes soft yandere on them, eventually kidnapping them because he’s scared they’ll reject him. But they find it really cute and secretly liked him too… ashfdnsds I don’t know I just really love this idea 😍

A/N: Hai, thank youu! This idea’s awesome, I’ve been wanting to write some soft yandere Eddie stuff 💚 it’s pretty long lol, maybe my longest imagine yet?? I got really into this 😂 so enjoy!! As always, request away if you don’t mind joining the queue hehe

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Obsessive behaviour and mild stalking - soft!yandere Riddler – the reader isn’t spooked by this loveable killer boi

Words: 2277

You just recently started turning up at that diner, where it all started, for a place to work in. Grab a coffee in a takeaway cup even though you aren’t really taking it away, set it down on a table beside the long glass window where the gloomy streets of Gotham act as your view, and get out your laptop, where you type endlessly. You’re friends with the waitress, and she’s happy to let you do your thing while others come and go. The apartment you live in is decent enough – well, as decent as it can really get for Gotham buildings and their rent prices – but the neighbours are pretty loud during the afternoons, blasting music until they’re bored of whatever the hell they’re doing. So, you go to the diner to concentrate.

Just to think, if you’d have chosen a place like the library or practically anywhere else, you’d never have met the odd man whose room you’ve woken up to find yourself trapped inside.

Never saw that one coming.

He’d already started going to the diner before you, but you arrived half an hour or so earlier to begin with. You hadn’t noticed him when he first came in, mumbling to the waitress for a tea and slice of pumpkin pie, but he’d stopped in his tracks as soon as he absentmindedly glanced behind him. His eyes widened behind his clear frames, and he sat down slowly at his spot at the bar as the waitress set down his order, staring, entranced. His intent gaze looked as if he was devouring you with awe and endearment, every inch of you; the tones of your hair, the shade of your eyes, your bottom lip that you bit as you focused on the screen in front of you.

Angelic. Purely angelic.

What were you doing in this cesspool they call a city?

Edward didn’t have the confidence to go up to you, to sit opposite you and ask what you were working on. God, no. He couldn’t do that. It looks easy, sure, but not for him. It could be easier with the mask, as the Riddler, but the last thing he wanted to do was to scare you off. He stayed the whole time you did that starting day, three hours of choosing to plan his next moves and the tiresome work he’d need for the accounting job he has, all in that diner. His attention kept drifting to you though, almost instinctively, lovestruck dazes he had to try to snap himself out of before you noticed. Then, when you decided to pack up and get going, he followed thirty seconds later, as casually as he could, staying in the shadowy areas of the streets and roads as he followed you home.

You only live a few streets away from where he stays. A smile crept onto his face as he watched you go inside, craning his neck to peer up through your window, hidden by the natural darkness of the area. You’re so beautiful. You’re ethereal. You’re…

Who are you?

He kept on turning up at the diner after that, as soon as he could, almost straight after you walked in. Ed didn’t want to look suspicious, didn’t need that kind of attention right now. But he needed your attention, craved it. He’d scoured the internet until he found your social media, most of it being private.

Clever. Another thing he loves about you. You keep yourself to yourself, don’t get hurt. Please don’t get hurt.

He whispered your name to himself when it came up after his searching, then again and again, like a chant. Edward loves the sound of it on his tongue, especially when it’s yours and his name together, one after the other, fitting perfectly. It’s obvious that you’re just meant to be.

It drove him mad for days, until he finally managed to swipe your phone from your pocket while you were on your way out on a late afternoon.

He hesitated, the lenses of his glasses lighting up as the screen displayed the time and a lock screen of you and your friends. He bit back a fond smile, before timidly tapping your shoulder.

You turned around, and his cheeks flushed instantly as he tried to form the words.

“You… um, I think- is this…?”

He offered the phone to you, and you frown, patting your pocket and rolling your eyes at yourself.

“Crap, thanks,” you said gratefully, taking the phone with a smile, before your head tilted to the side slightly in curiosity. “Do I know you or something? You go to the diner a lot too, right?”

You noticed? Really? Wow… you…

Edward forced himself to speak again. “I, yeah, I do…”

“Well, thank you, uh- sorry, I don’t know your name-“

“Edward,” he said quickly.

“Edward,” you repeated, and he nearly swooned at the sound of it from you and not just him this time. You replied with your name, and a smile tugged at his lips.

I already know your name, sweet thing.

“Thanks again, then. Um, I guess I’ll see you around?”

He nodded, and you nodded back with another smile before advancing down the street, making your way back home. He watched after you for a long moment, then turned the other way, going to his home.

This would be a slow process. It had been at least a week by this point. Edward Nashton didn’t want to have friendly conversations with you, he wanted to hold you tight, shield you from the dirty, disgusting people of Gotham, protect you with his life. He’ll do anything for you, just name it. He’ll worship you if you let him. He realised as you walked off that all he was doing is for you, and he’ll live for you.

Ed just knows that you need him too, that you’d love being embraced every day after you’ve finished working on your papers and everything for your job. That apartment you live in looks so lonely when it’s just you in it. He should be there too, showing you off to his stream, cuddling you tightly, kissing every inch of your skin. His heart fluttered whenever he thought of those scenarios, those scenarios that should be reality. And on those weekends when you don’t have to sit in front of a computer for hours, you could stay in bed with him, watch old movies and talk about anything, everything. Start from the beginning, every little detail about you, and if you want, he’ll do the same.

It always looked too good to be true, though, and that was the thing. How could you love him? Did he deserve it? Would you want it as much as he did?

He started giggling as soon as he entered his room, the giggles turning into laughter, manic laughter.

There was only one way to find out.

He didn’t have the patience for waiting. He needed this, he needed you, now, now, now.

You feel groggy as you come to. The place you’re in isn’t brightened by sunlight, but the navy streak of sky above the city has cast shadows over the chair you’re tied to, the duct tape that covers your mouth. It’s not covering it too tightly, though, as if he doesn’t want to go too far, whatever limit that could be. He doesn’t want it to hurt when he takes it off, but the very possible screams of protest and terror and loathing you might make would hurt him even more.

You’d gone to the diner again today, as usual. That sweet man had been there, kind, shy green eyes behind his glasses, the nerdy look he had as he scribbled in his notebooks. You had felt eyes on you, to be honest, quite a few times when you and he were sitting, working peacefully, but you kind of hoped it was him. There’s just something about him, something mysterious and captivating. He’s cute. Decent guy – he gave you your phone when you’d misplaced or dropped it before. Any other person in Gotham would’ve stolen it, sold it, because that’s what they’re like.

Apparently not him.

You blink several times, your head not banging like it would be if you were properly knocked out. No, no, you weren’t knocked out, you remember now. There was a sudden hand that clamped over your mouth and nose when you left the café and rounded a dark street to your apartment. You gasped, accidentally inhaling the fumes, and the struggle you tried to put up didn’t last long. Faux tiredness, weakness, and the surprisingly strong grip the person had when they grabbed you before you could fall, an arm hooking under your legs as you were lifted into what must’ve been a car.

You’re not in a car anymore. This is a room; maybe a studio apartment, or a hotel room? The windows are firmly closed, the view blocked by lengthy, depressing grey buildings. It’s messy here, with books and random notes and scribbles lying on the floor and piled on tables. The bookshelves are cluttered, and the faint sound of little scampering feet from a sort of cage comes from the kitchen area.

You tug the ropes that dig uncomfortably into the skin of your arms, starting to panic now. Where the hell are you? Your phone’s not on you, so there’s no way of getting anyone to help, unless you can get free of the binds.

“Ssh, ssh, ssh…”

A soft voice comes from the doorway, and your eyes go round in absolute shock as you take in the man in front of you. It can’t be… Edward, from the diner?! Why would he bring you here? Did he kidnap you? What did he want from you? What on earth’s happening?!

“It’s okay,” he tries to reassure you, his voice laced with concern and gentleness as he approaches you, kneeling in front of you.

You flinch, ready for whatever violence or threats are going to come your way, but instead, he frowns, the concern growing in his expression, mixed with upset.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he breathes, “I… I don’t want to scare you, angel, I’m so sorry-”

You want to say something, but you can’t. He seems to realise this, and reaches for the tape, dithering for a moment.

“Try not to scream for me, okay? I didn’t really want to put that on you, but if you start screaming, it’ll cause problems. Do you see? I’ll do it quickly, alright?”

He’s as good as his word, hastily taking it off your skin, and you let out a shaky sigh, eyeing him in confusion, anxious for what he’s planning.

“Are you…” you start, then pause, rethinking your words. But he nods attentively, silently encouraging you to go on. “Are you going to hurt me?”

He exhales sharply, lip trembling at the mere thought of it.

“N-no, no! No! Why would I do that?”

You almost laugh at that, stunned by what’s going on. “You kidnapped me?”

A look of guilt passes through his eyes. “It was the only way. If I hadn’t done this, it would have taken ages, or wouldn’t have happened at all. And I can’t live like that, I can’t…”

You stare at him, perplexed. “What do you mean? Why am I here?”

His expression morphs into one of adoration, and he smiles, the widest you’ve seen it yet. “Because I love you,” he responds with your name. “And I can’t deal with the torture of watching and waiting anymore. I don’t want to scare you, I really don’t. You’ll find out I’m the Riddler at some point anyw-“

“You’re the Riddler?” you exclaim. You shake your head, bewildered by the two confessions… and then burst out laughing.

Edward watches in uncertainty, almost laughing himself. He loves the sound of yours, he’s never heard it before.

“…What’s so funny?”

“Edward,” you sputter, “untie me, okay?”

His uncertainty grows, and he hesitates, though he’s compelled to do it, just because you asked him to.

“You won’t run-”

“No,” you answer between giggles, “just untie me, okay?”

So he does, slowly, cautiously, and you almost knock him off his feet when you hug him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. He feels as if he’s dreaming – you’re not really hugging him, this isn’t really happening, is it?

You pull away before he gets a chance to return it, grabbing him by his shoulders. “You didn’t have to kidnap me to get my attention, Eddie, what the hell?”

“W-wha-” he stutters, before starting to laugh, beyond himself. “What else could I do?! I don’t know- aren’t you upset?”

“Well, I would’ve preferred if you had just asked me out or something a little less worrying,” you admit, “but not really. I like you too, Edward.”

His mouth is agape as he stares at you in astonishment, trembling hands reaching up to hold yours on top of his shoulders.

“R- really?”

You nod. “Sure. I mean, I don’t really know you, but we’ve got time, I suppose. It’s… sweet, what you said.”

Edward nods slowly, not entirely sure if that means you love him back, but it doesn’t matter. He can wait this time, he can be patient in this case. It’ll be worth the wait, he’s sure of it.

“But you’re the Riddler? Seriously?”

He nods again, a smile on his face as he cups your face, his thumbs grazing your cheeks lovingly as he stares into your eyes.

“I… yeah, do you want to see?”

It’d be a lie if you said no.

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