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peterparkersnose · 2 years

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Corrupt

riddler x reader

riddler x politician daughter!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: stalking, mentions and descriptions of infidelity, mentions of alcohol, jealousy, mentions of pregnancy and abortion, paying off people in a wrongful manner

a/n there will be a part two babes, this is just so long already as it is. I like to chunk it up. as a reader, I get turned off by stories that run long. I hope you enjoy my first riddler fic :)

(also, kat is not catwoman. I realized the reference after I wrote this, but I really liked the name so I kept it.)

summary Y/N L/N. Daughter of an infamous Gotham senator. Edward takes a particular interest in her. When fate brings them together, he can’t help himself anymore. She needs to be shielded from her father’s corruptness. And from Bruce Wayne.

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Part 2

Y/N L/N. Gotham socialite, Graduate of GU, daughter of a senator, one of the most eligible women in the whole city. You have had links to many prominent people in this town, the most renowned one being Bruce Wayne. You currently were unemployed, but spent time at volunteer shelters. Things in your life seemed good. Your birthday was coming up. Your dad had just bought you a new car. You and your friends were planning a night out in Gotham for your twenty third birthday. But oh, little did you know.

***

Edward Nashton was quite a subtle man. Blending into the background, being ignored, and staying quiet was his specialty. He was scouring news channels for any motive to play out his desires. Kellan L/N had made a speech recently to announce the decrease of crime in his district. Edward laughed so hard he almost knocked the glass of water off of his table next to him. Just as he was about to flip the channel, he noticed you. Standing in the back. Your bright eyes were focused on the senator. Edwards heart sank when he saw this. Such a beautiful girl fooled by the politics of Gotham. He had to know who you were.

A quick internet reverse search brought up your digital profile. Ed was quick to dissect it. He wanted to throw up when he found out you were the daughter of Kellan L/N, third child of his. He didn’t know he had any other children than his sons. They were a bit older than you anyways. Edward had a small dislike for the L/N sons, your older brothers. He’s found douchey photos online of them partying on yachts with other women and expensive alcohol. How would their wives feel about that? All funded by their dad. He definitely also engaged in these activities. Pictures dating back thirty/forty years depicted your father cheating on your mother.

Slamming his computer shut, he pulled out his phone. His notepad sat next to him as he scrolled through your instagram.

24.9k followers. Impressive.

Edward scrolled through your photos. He figured out your best friend was named Hazel. She was the daughter of a senator from another city. Not his problem, other places corruption. You had been friends with Hazel since about ninth grade, when you started posting on Instagram.

You didn’t have many recent posts with your brothers. The age gap in the family must have simmered your relationships once you got older. You last posted a picture of you and one of your brothers in 2018 for a birthday post. He found old birthday posts of yours. The last one was around a year ago, you were due to turn twenty three about next week. He scoffed as he looked at the pictures from your birthday last year. Cabo trip, all funded by daddy. You were probably on a plane to go somewhere exotic for your next birthday already, he thought.

What angered him the most was the party photos. You seemed to be close with Bruce Wayne. One of the men he hated the most. Bruce had no online presence minus the photos you would occasionally post of him. How has he never seen this before?

Party in upstate with Bruce.

Bruce Wayne at a party?

Picnic with Bruce.

No way Bruce Wayne actually went on a picnic. Staged.

Bruce’s banister is so beautiful, I couldn’t help myself. I needed a pic or two.

She’s at his manor?

Jealously filled Edward. Of course Bruce Wayne got the most perfect girl. He had everything he didn’t.

He angrily flicked through the comments and was relieved when he saw the constant denial of a relationship between you two.

@hzljohnson so when is the wedding?

@y/nl/n in your dreams

Even her best friend wanted this to happen.

@gthmnews13 Is this an official relationship confirming post? The fans are going crazy!

@y/nl/n Me and Bruce are only friends.

An official news source? Can’t they leave her alone?

Edward threw his phone to the floor. He was sick at looking at your picture perfect life.

He knew something deeper was going on.

On some of the sub chains he had been on recently, there was unrest. Something was about to be exclusively leaked about politicians in Gotham. Sure, everyone says that all the time. But Edward had a feeling this was big. It was a file that supposedly held career/life damaging documents for people, going all the way up to potentially the mayor. Edward giddied to himself, laying back on his couch and looking at the newspaper clippings he had pasted on his ceilings. The feeling of excitement rose. This next few weeks were going to be great.

***

Your father knew. The pictures she threatened to leak would come out eventually. It was just a matter of when. He was smitten when he met her at the Iceberg Lounge. She was just a little older than his own daughter. He, and many other politicians, only knew her as Kat. He figured she just wanted a taste of the expensive life, and this was the only way she knew how. She certainly had the facilities to be in her position. Kat began almost exclusively spending her time with him. He payed the best. After a few months of this, she demanded a large sum of money. When he denied it, she dropped the bombshell. She was pregnant.

Your father was almost certain the child wasn’t his, and brushed her off. He offered to pay for her abortion, but this just made her angrier. It wasn’t until she came back with a subpoenaed paternity test is when he knew she told. Told who, he wasn’t sure. A lawyer, judge, who knows.

And it came back that he was in fact the father of her unborn child.

He shut out Kat, getting her banished from the Lounge. Denying her any more money, she promised to leak the photos of them together. Pictures at the lounge, at dinner, in bed, the paternity test. Everything she had documented throughout their affair.

Your father promised then to make small payments for her and the child, but she was more interested in the pay from the newspaper’s that they would give for these pictures.

That was four months ago. No word from Kat, no news from the media.

He sat in his office thinking about the past events when you burst through the doors. “Y/N!” he announced, standing up to give you a hug. “Hi dad,” you smiled, sitting across from him. “What is the reason for the visit? How is the apartment treating you?” he asked, cracking his knuckles. “It’s nice. It’s all really nice,” you said. “I was wondering if I could borrow some money for my birthday.”

You always said borrow to make yourself feel better. You never payed him back. But what was he for then? A dad who never payed much attention in your life. He had to compensate that somehow.

“Where is it this year? London?” he asked. “I-I was thinking something more lowkey. A night out in Gotham.”

Your father sighed. “I don’t think that would be such a good idea.”

“Why?” you asked, crossing your arms. “With all these Riddler attacks…” “Dad, trust me. I can handle myself.” you scoffed. “Y/N, sweetheart. He is strapping bombs to people. People who I worked closely with.” he sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Yeah, people you work with. I don’t work with you.” you said, pursed lips.

A moment of silence lingered between you two.

“I guess,” he sighed. You squealed and hugged him, thanking him. “I’ll wire you the cash!” he yelled after you as you were leaving his office.

***

Edward sat at the counter, doodling away at his drawing. He was copying the cheap print on the diner wall, adding his own details. Making it more his style. He was too interested in his artwork and his coffee to notice you walk in.

You would have never usually chose this spot. The nearest Starbucks was closed for the night, and you were craving caffeine. You had to write a speech for the Animal Shelter you had been volunteering for. You donated a large sum of money to the place. And tonight was the night you were going to write your speech.

“Can I have a large black coffee?” you asked the waitress. “That all?” she asked. “Um, a slice of pumpkin pie too.”

Edward perked up and looked over, realizing this stranger had just ordered his exact order.

And the stranger was you.

His heart skipped a beat. He set down his coffee a little too hard, causing a bit to spill on his artwork. You looked over at him.

Edward swore to himself internally, knowing he completely fucked up.

He looked back up at you, and you gave him a slight smile. You looked down at the picture he was drawing, now covered in droplets of coffee.

“S-same order I get,” he managed to spit out. An explanation. “Is it any good?” you asked him, leaning your hip against the counter waiting for your order. “Is what?” he asked, intimidated by your beautiful presence. “The food?” you smirked, cocking your head. “O-oh, yeah. It’s great here.” he said, letting out a small smile. The waitress set your food down on the counter space next to him.

You never usually spoke to strangers like this, but this man seemed kind. You were in a need for good company anyways. Everyone around you always seemed fake. Hazel, your brothers, your father, Bruce. All monetary based relationships. You craved something natural. Something real.

You took the first bite of pie and shook your head. “This is amazing,” you said astonished. “Best pie in all of Gotham,” Edward said. “You, sir, might be right about that.” you smiled, wiping the corner of your mouth with the napkin.

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself. “Edward,”

Ed never was this social. The last time he spoke to anyone in this depth was a co worker, probably years ago. It just broke his heart watching you, so perfect, about to be ruined by the corruptness of Gotham. Just another victim to the dirtiness of the city.

The two of you went on conversing until closing time. You asked him about his drawing, if he did other drawings, what he was interested in. When you tried to solve some of his riddles, his heart fluttered. You liked the innocence in him. He didn’t know who you were (at least to your knowledge) and treated you like a normal person. It was hard to explain to him and still seem normal what you did with your life. Edward admired that you volunteered for a living. Giving to others who had none. If he would have had someone like you in the orphanage, his life would have gone a lot better. He just knew it.

When you two separated at the end of the night, you never expected to see him ever again. You cursed yourself on the subway home that you should have gotten his number. He was so innocently adorable, someone wholesome. You needed that in your life. Hazel would ridicule you for your ‘poor choice in a man’. Your brothers would bully the shit out of him at family functions. But you didn’t care. He was real.

Edward knew he would see you again. He would make sure of it. You were the one thing in Gotham that wasn’t bad. You sparkled in a city of grime.

He thanked whatever god was looking down on him. He was granted the experience of meeting you, out of the thousands of people in Gotham. You.

***

Edward tracked your almost every move. He sat in his discreet car across the street of your apartment. He found the new purchase documents online. He had to unscript some of the documents, but found your address easily. He would see you get chauffeured to your volunteer sites. This week you went to the animal shelter, along with a homeless shelter. He admired that about you. You would get home at around four/five pm, which gave you time to get ready for the night activity. Every night you would either have friends over, leave to go to the diner (which you secretly did in hopes of seeing Edward again. He didn’t know this was the reason.), have dinner with your mother, or have a night in for yourself. Lights out at about ten, and you would wake up at seven. Your whole routine down to a point.

He would stand in the corner of a store on the street. He knew you walked this way everyday to reach the volunteer center. And today, the same god smiled down at him because he was given this bit of information.

“Hazel, the Fort Adolphus venue is fine. Yes. It’ll be fun, I promise. Yeah, I think seven is a good time…”

Edward froze when he heard this. Your birthday, he assumed. It was two days away. And Fort Adolphus was one of the most prestigious venues in Gotham. Only a senator would be lucky enough to book it. And give it to his daughter to use for her birthday party.

***

Edward arrived at the venue at four pm. He quickly seeked out one of the party coordinators. Distracting him, he took him into a back closet and tazed him. Stole his clothes, and locked him in. He would be out for a few hours, the taser was powerful.

And with that, he did what he did best. Blend in.

You arrived at 6:30. You wore a black minidress, with a sheer torso. You had gold chains as straps. The fabric was bunched up to give a ripple affect. Your hair was curled, and makeup was on perfectly. Edward noticed you when he heard your black heels click on the marble floors. You looked like a goddess.

“Welcome to the Fort Adolphus venue Miss L/N, let me find a coordinator to help you get settled,” the woman at the door said. She noticed Edward standing around and doing nothing and called for him.

He had just made fate happen.

“You! Sir!” she called out to Edward. That is when your eyes met again. Your eyes lit up, giving him a smile. “Ed?” you asked, joining his presence. “Funny seeing you,” he chuckled, pushing his clipboard against his waist. “He can escort you to your private back room.” the woman at the door said. “Right,” Edward confirmed, playing along with his role.

“I didn’t know you were a party coordinator,” you said, watching your team pile out of your car. Hair, makeup, wardrobe on standby. “I’m not,” he said, realizing he made a mistake. “Uh, one night only. Temporary gig,” he managed to get out before raising suspicion. The two of you got to a room labeled ‘Back Room A’. He hoped it was the one for you, and to his luck it was. Gifts laid across a wide table in the middle of the room. Expensive alcohol and food was on the opposite wall. A large couch and a vanity also sat in the room. “There you are,” he said awkwardly, opening the door. “Will I see you tonight?” you asked him as he was about to shut the door. “Um…” Edward thought. “No, I’m only pre-party crew.” he lied. Definitely wasn’t going to stick around. He wasn’t a party person anyways.

He was expecting you to close the door after that, but you didn’t. You got out your phone. “I meant to do this at the diner, but do you have a phone number? Well, of course you have a phone number, I’m just asking if-” “Yeah sure, um…” he said, interrupting you.

Y/N L/N just asked for his phone number. Oh my god. And she was nervous about it!

After you exchanged them, he began to slowly close your door to give you some privacy. You grabbed his hand on the door knob, and looked directly in his eyes.

“Ed?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.��

“Y-your welcome. May I ask for what?” he stuttered.

“Being real.”

Part 2

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littl3-val3ntine · 2 years

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i’ve never asked anything on tumblr but i really love your writing so i was wondering if you could write some good old eddie x reader except reader is also super obsessive!! stalkers in love!!!

OMF IM CRYIN I LOVE THIS

anything for u anon ily

thank you for the ask !1!!!

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summary // as a private investigator, you weren’t often inclined to talk to the forensics guys. eventually, though, the job gets lonely, and it takes a toll on the mental state… so you find a convenient excuse to allocate your investigative skills elsewhere.

warnings // mutual stalking, small gore depiction, profanity, SFW subby!nashton

author’s note // taking a small break to answer some requests!! :D love u guys thank u so much for asking, i personally love this prompt… so gd much… AAAAA ^^

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This kind of attraction was not something you were familiar with. It wasn’t anything like love at first sight. In reality, when you first met Edward Nashton you thought he was kind of creepy, but you supposed all of the forensics guys were like that, in a way. To someone in your position, they were just a bunch of nerdy little true-crime obsessed freaks.

You preferred to… avoid the forensics team, as much as you could. They didn’t really appear in your plane of existence unless it was absolutely necessary, and much to your dismay, that case marked one of the nights it was absolutely necessary. When you arrived at the scene, jacket freshly-pressed and latex gloves snapping against your palms, they were swarming the place with an unsettling sort of excitement. No one should be so eager to see a murder site.

Suppressing a groan, you pushed through the crowd of authorities and geeks into the house. Your stomach churned at the scent of it– they hadn’t even removed the cadaver yet. You were lucky to be just a few minutes up the road. In the same vein, though, you didn’t have much time before some attorney or cranky police chief chased you out. You had to be quick.

Eyes glued to the scene, you dug in your coat pocket for your notebook and pen. Fleetingly, you glanced at the throng of people gathered in the foyer, searching for a lone gaudy orange lanyard who might be able to give you some semblance of a rundown. When you found him, he was already zeroed in on you, eyes wide with juvenile infatuation, body stilled mid-motion. It wasn’t uncommon for them to look at you like that. You’d heard the rumors– how IT and Forensics both feared you and thought you were some mythical crime-solving deity in the same fashion. But with the way he looked at you, he wasn’t just intimidated. It was the same way you used to look at that unreasonably hot Psych professor you had in college.

You waved him over. Me? he mouthed back. Brows furrowing, you nodded and waved him over again. You don’t have time for this shit.

Before the entirety of your patience slipped through your fingers, he was at your side, looking up at you doe-eyed and waiting on your call. “Give me the summary– quickly,” you told him pointedly, pen poised above your notepad. You didn’t even look at him, choosing instead to scribble some notes about the scene while he rattled on about direction of blood spatter, time of death, missing articles… more forensics babble that you didn’t understand.

When you looked up at him, he stopped completely. He looked panicked, like he was expecting you to yell at him or something. Jesus, these guys get no play… “Thank you,” you squinted at his lanyard to find his name, his forced smile and glasses painted white by camera flash catching your eye, “Edward.”

You paused. Edward Nashton. You recognized that name– he was the guy that sent you all your forensics reports. From his writing, you always thought he was sharp, pointing out patterns and signatures in your serial cases that you’re certain you would have missed otherwise. You’d sent him e-mails here and there to thank him for his input, but you weren’t ever graced by a response. Now you understand why.

“Oh, yeah, it’s… it’s no big deal. ‘s my job, yeah.”

This could be fun. You stared right at him, letting him squirm underneath your unfaltering gaze. “Are you thinking blunt object or a firearm?”

He swallowed hard. “Not sure, we hav-haven’t seen the body. From the force of the spatter on the wall, though… um, it might be a firearm.” You hummed, nodding. Mercifully, you looked to the blood on the wall, a dripping splotch some few feet above the floor. He must have been kneeling down. Definitely a firearm.

“You’re right, bud. Great work.” Tucking your notepad back into your coat, you removed your glove and held out your hand for a handshake. “Are you the same Edward Nashton who does my reports?”

Taking your hand, he nodded fervently. “Yes! I’ve gotten your e-mails, actually…”

“A response at some point would be nice,” you teased, quirking a smile. “We should work together sometime. I could definitely use you on this one.”

Oh boy, you could use him any day, as far as he’s concerned. The warm hand in yours began to shake, either with excitement or anxiety. “We should?”

Pushing a breath through your nose amusedly, you affirmed to him, “That is what I said, yes.” You took in the surrounding room again. “Rally up some of your guys to get pictures of this before they clean it up, as legally as possible.” It came so naturally, slipping back into that air of professionality. He nodded and scurried off, breathlessly telling the rest of his team, Get the cameras. The cameras.

It’s unclear what about him distracted you, but nonetheless he drew you in like a fly to honey. Your eyes followed him as he disappeared through the crowd, and not even the hollering of lawyers pulled you back to earth. Mind still foggy, consumed by questions about him, you found yourself being tugged along by two officers before you even had a chance to do your job.

Standing on the lawn, staring at the house, you cursed yourself.

What the fuck am I doing?

———

Your devotion to the case never faltered. The question became about which part of the case you were devoted to.

Never before had you been so interested in an autopsy.

Any excuse you could find to slip a few floors down and appear in Nashton’s cubicle, asking coyly, “Anything out of the ordinary in the blood samples?” or, “How’s the fingerprint processing coming along?” you shamelessly abused. That’s exactly how you found yourself there, hovering over his shoulder to look at the images his team snapped of the scene. He was rambling on about the position of the body and height of the splatter, this, that, and the other thing. You were only half-listening. You couldn’t really help it– since your time at the scene together, you’d become consumed by him, unable to think of anything else. It wasn’t quite infatuation. More so, it was an obsession, an insatiable need for his undivided attention. Sometimes when you’d get to thinking about him, you’d scare yourself. You knew it was becoming unhealthy but you couldn’t bring yourself to mind.

Tuning back in, you let your hand graze his back as you leaned forward to leaf through the photos. “Great work, Nashton… these are incredible shots.” He took in a shuddering breath at your praise, shoulders tensing beneath your touch.

“Oh, thank you. Really, it was my team…”

“But this is your analysis, no?”

“Yes!” His head snapped in your direction. “Yeah, I… they tend to let me, um, handle this stuff.”

You smiled down at him. “It makes sense, you’re the most capable.”

He looked about ready to burst, his entire body tense like a coil about to spring free. He was hardly breathing anymore, jaw hanging open with words he couldn’t yet formulate. The tips of his ears and his cheeks beneath his glasses were flushed completely pink, and if you leaned any closer you might have felt the heat radiating from his face.

Clearing your throat, you straightened. “Once you’re through with those, you should meet me in my office. There’s some things regarding this case we should discuss in private.”

He nodded again. “Okay. I mean, yes. I will.” He swallowed hard. With a squeeze of his shoulder and a reassuring smile, you were gone.

There wasn’t anything to talk about, but you were hoping to come up with something between that afternoon and the time his hesitant tapping came at your door some hours later. You were knee deep in his files when he came, notepad sprawled across your desk and absolutely defaced with information. Mailing address, full name, date of birth… marriage status. His presence both called you back to reality, shame washing over you as you closed all your tabs and shut your notebook, and thrilled you further into that obsessive haze.

You knew what you were going to talk with him about.

“It’s unlocked.”

“May I come in?”

You blinked. “That’s what I was implying, yes.”

“Oh.” The door edged open and he slipped through, offering a tight lipped grin as he shut it behind him. You motioned to the chair across from yourself, and he tentatively took a seat.

“So, I wanted to discuss some possible motives with you. Right now on the board we have a possible weapon, time of death, position of attack… but no reason.” His eyes kept dropping to your mouth as you spoke. You suppressed a maniacal grin. “What are we thinking, Eddie?”

He was thinking he’s going to explode right there in that seat, with the way you were looking at him. His mind was cluttered with anxiety, but he still had sense to pick up what you were putting down. The double-meaning. He was smart like that, picking up on the nuances of language, and you knew that. You watched it click in his head.

“Um,” he began, pausing to consider his words. “It might have been… uh, domestic, like infidelity or maybe a couple’s spat…” With your legs crossed loosely beneath the desk, you let the toe of your shoe drift across the inside of his calf.

“Go on…”

“Oh, um, that was really my main theory, actually. We haven’t seen or heard from the victim’s wife since he passed, so she might be a good starting point.” He wasn’t meeting your eyes, often glancing up at you but then, just as quickly, glancing away. His eyes were on your lips, your hands, the papers on your desk. You’d put his files away, hadn’t you?

To your relief, you had. Your heartbeat settled in your temple. You smiled at him, holding out your hand for him. “Thank you, Nashton. That’s all I needed, I’ll let you get home now.”

He took your hand in a weak shake and stood eagerly to leave. “Glad I could help.” He made his way to the door, but paused. “Hey, if you… if you ever, um, need something from me, outside of office hours, just give me a call. I do a lot of my work at home, anyway. D-Do you have my number?”

“I do.” Of course you had his number. It was on his file. You had access to all of his files. Hell, you had them memorized by now.

“You do. Okay, yeah, then… just, ahem. Just give me a call.”

You tried to maintain your stoicity, but you’re certain he picked up on how your eyes softened with amusement. “Goodnight, Nashton.”

“Goodnight.” And then he was gone. The feeling of missing him was instantaneous, a tugging in your chest that wouldn’t rest.

Your eyes drifted back to your notepad.

Snatching it from the desk, you hastily locked up your office and followed him out.

———

That’s how you found yourself where you are now. Sitting in your car, waiting outside his apartment complex. The inside of his apartment was dark– no lights on, no movement, a package un-received still sitting on his doorstep. Had he already gone to sleep? You glance around the parking lot, finding no sign of his car. No, he hadn’t even arrived home yet.

Swallowing around a guilty lump, you start your car and speed home. Your mind is relentless. Where is he? Is he with someone else? Did he see me?

You’re consumed with your thoughts as you pull into your driveway, tunnel-vision until you finally reach the warm embrace of your home. Letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in, you take off your shoes and rest them beside the door.

It’s stuffy. Your chest is tight with anxiety, and the comforting warmth from your heater quickly becomes suffocating with every second you spend inside. Trotting over to the streetview window, you throw aside the curtains and budge open the panel. Fresh air kisses you immediately, soothing your lungs with cool air.

The city sleeps before you, a sight that always calmed you to see. Despite the whirlwind of your life, the grotesque realities you are consistently presented with, the city always remains still against the black canvas of the night.

Your gaze follows the buildings down from the sky to the street, pausing on something. A car, just across the street and parked along the curb adjacent to your doorstep. A smile creeps across your face.

Found him.

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mytownhasariddleroad · 2 years

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Fluffy Edward Nashton Riddler Things!

Edward definitely has a thing for hugs. Especially when he gets to hug you for a long while. Something about your warm, plush body up against his just makes him so happy and fuzzy inside.

I feel like Edward would love to be able to cuddle up with you on the couch or in bed and binge watch an entire season of Forensic Files with you. Barely paying attention to the tv as he looks at you and plays with your hair.

Edward loves when you hold his face and kiss him all over. He tends to doubt himself so reassuring him with kisses and general affection really makes him feel better.

Wear this man’s clothes! If he sees you in his shirt, his jacket, etc, he will melt! That’s just another thing that shows you really do love him. It also gives him a major ego boost.

Sometimes Edward forgets about lunch for work so you have to give him a little help. I bet he’d love those little themed bentos with the notes that people make for their loved ones. Especially if you bring it to him at work. Knowing you care about him and his coworkers seeing that he’s got someone makes him want to cry because he’s so happy.

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writingsofmax · 1 year

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hiii your sick reader x edward story made me think about another writing idea :''))) edward's reaction to fainted reader. they fainted because they have iron deficiency anemia. annndd I really love your writings!!

I've Got You Word Count: 620 Tags: riddler x reader, chronically ill reader, fainting, caretaking, fluff author's note: hi anon!!! Sorry for taking five hundred million years to get to this request!!!! this request made me SO happy to get. I don't have iron deficiency anemia, but I do have a similar condition that causes me to faint so I can relate a little bit. I really hope this is okay and that you like it. happy holidays <3

You were in the middle of a conversation with Eddie when you started feeling it. You had been excessively tired all day, and your head swam every time you stood up to do something. But now his questions were getting harder to understand, and your heart was pounding. On top of that your hands felt cold and clammy. You prayed that you wouldn’t pass out. “Sweetie?” Edward asked, a confused smile on his face. “Hm?” “Did you hear me?” “I’m sorry,” you answered, rubbing your brow to try and force your brain into working properly, “What did you say?” “I asked if you were hungry..” he said slowly, watching you carefully. You realized then that you hadn’t eaten yet that day, never a good choice for you. You had just been so busy and had forgotten all about it. “Uh… yeah..yeah” you answered, forgetting what you were talking about again a second later. “Where do you want food from? I can order some.” Eddie offered, watching you like a hawk. You stood up, leaning your weight against the kitchen table heavily. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you mumbled, thinking that maybe splashing some water on your face might help. “I don’t think that’s a–” Edward started. And then you were down. Eddie dove for you, catching you in his arms before you hit the ground. “Angel?” You were unresponsive, “Sweetie?” He felt your pulse, it was there but weak. Had you been forgetting to take your iron pills again? He laid you down gently on the couch, making sure to rest your feet up on pillows. He frowned as he held your hands, they were cold and clammy. His poor angel. He waited there for a few minutes, tucking a blanket around you and moving a pillow under your neck. He brushed the hair away from your face as you began to come to. “E-Eddie…?” you asked, your voice shaky and confused. “Hi Angel… You fainted on me..” He explained, his voice calm and low as he rubbed your hand reassuringly. “Oh… Sorry..” you mumbled, as you closed your eyes again, trying to calm the pounding of your heart. “No. No need to apologize, it’s okay,” he murmured, leaning over to kiss your forehead gently. “I didn’t eat anything yet today,” you explained… “And I actually don’t remember the last time I remembered to take my iron pills..” “Where are they?” he asked, standing up from his kneeling position at your side. “In the medicine cabinet..” He nodded and stood up to go grab them for you, pulling his phone out of his pocket and raising it to his ear as he walked away from you. The sound of his voice was so comforting and before you knew it you were fast asleep again on the couch. You were awoken a while later to steaming piles of food laid out across the coffee table. “Here baby, drink this for me, okay?” Eddie said as he handed you a glass of orange juice, “And take this before you start eating,” he instructed as he laid an iron pill in your palm. “I called your doctor and they said you should be fine, but they’ll get you in next week just to make sure,” Eddie said, smiling at you as he brought over silverware to use. Your eyes filled with tears as he sat down next to you. “Sweetie?? What’s wrong?” He asked, reaching up to pull you into a hug. “Nothing Ed..” you smiled while wiping your tears away, “You’re just so good to me… I really appreciate you is all..” Edward smiled back at you, before kissing your lips gently. “I’ll always be here for you angel, always.”

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emilyan4lb34ds · 2 years

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Rainy days // Edward Nashton x reader fluff

A/N: This is mostly gender neutral except for that the word princess is used like once

C/W: Yelling. Thats it really lmk if theres anything else i should tag

Summary: Eddie is acting UP bruh give your partner some attention idiot

Word count: 1.2K - Requested by: @littlejupcakie8

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The rain formed small droplets along the window, hitting it with a soft thrum. You’ve always loved the rain, the foggy atmosphere and the soft breeze that came with it filled you with a childish joy. When you were little you would sit outside, letting yourself get absorbed in the droplets of water. More often than not doing so would make you sick, but you never minded.

The beauty of this sight is something you now typically like to share with your boyfriend. Your boyfriend. Eddie. Where was he?

You stood up from besides the windowsill and wandered through the apartment, only to find him hunched over his desk. The lights were low and his computer was open. You figured he was doing something important. It was known to you what he did as the Riddler. It never bothered you much, you had the same beliefs as he did and you knew what he did was out of good heart. Occasionally you would even help him with his ventures. To say he loved when you went along with him was an understatement. He loved spending time with you and he loved making the city a better place, it was the perfect scenario.

“Ed?” You knocked at the frame of the door.

“I’m busy sweetheart.” He replied, not even giving you the courtesy to look away from his computer. You could already tell he was stressed. Usually he comes running like a dog when you call his name. He would drop almost anything for you.

“It’s raining.” You walk inside the room and sit yourself next to him. You wanted his attention, so you were gonna get it.

“I bet it’s real pretty but I said I’m busy.” He gave a quick, yet patronizing smile. Still yet to look up at you.

“Can’t you take a break for a second?”

He remains silent, typing away at the keyboard. At this point you didn’t know what to say. You weren’t used to him almost blatantly ignoring you. Even if he was busy. Needless to say you were a little upset, hurt even. You would never demand your boyfriend attention, but you also never really had to. He’s always been insanely obsessed with you, attaching himself to you at your hip basically.

“Edddwwaarrdd.” You lean into him as you drag out his name, sure this would get even a glance.

It didn’t.

“Eddie.” You go farther this time, poking his arm. “Ed.” You poke him again.

Still he doesn’t acknowledge you. You lean back and pout. What could possibly be so important that he starts acting like this. You were in utter disbelief and didn’t even know how to handle this. Do you just go back into the living room and wait for him? Do you stay here and sit in silence with him? Your need for his attention is even higher than when you first came in here. You wanted him to give at least some explanation for his sudden behavior.

Then it hit you like a brick. Does he not love you anymore? It didn’t make sense, but I mean, doesn’t it? From the very moment he met you he was in love with you. No. Even before he met you he was in love with you. Completely and madly obsessed with you. There was a tracker in the soles of all your shoes to prove it. So, it would be within reason that he’s tired himself out from you right? That he’s already poured out all the love he could possibly give.

Fuck. If he doesn’t love you anymore what would he do with you? You know he’s the Riddler. Would he kill you for knowing? Would he kill you just because? Part of you hopes he does. You don’t know what you’d do without him. It’s not that you technically needed him. You could be perfectly stable on your own. You had money, a job, friends (kind of). But what would you do after him. You couldn’t ever possibly date someone else. It was a fact that no one would ever love you how he does. No one would ever amount to him as a boyfriend.

The tears started to well up in your eyes. You fought them off as best you could but it started to become overwhelming. Now you wanted to be close to him. You wanted to hold him, hug him from behind while he worked. You wanted to embrace him, to feel his skin against your own. Doing so would almost immediately make you feel better. Just to have both of your presence’s intertwined in this dreadful silence. You were nervous, but you make the decision to ask. “Ed?” You whisper with a shaky voice.

“Jesus FUCKING Christ. How many FUCKING times do I have to tell you I’m busy.” He yelled. The sudden rise in his voice caught you off guard. Edward has never raised his voice like this to you. “Don’t you have EYES? YOU CAN SEE I’M WORKING.” His fists slammed against the desk, shaking everything on it.

Finally, he turned to look at you, only to find you cowering away from him with tears streaming down your face. In that moment he realized what he’d done. He released the tension in his fists and dropped his shoulders. His mouth dropped open a slight bit with the corners of his lips tugging downwards.

“No I didn’t-” For a second he started to reach over to you, but he immediately stopped himself. Neither of you knew what to do. Was this your fault? God you should’ve just stayed and watched the rain. “Y/N”

“I just wanted to ask to sit in your lap.” You couldn’t bring yourself to raise your voice to anything more than a hush.

He sighed. “C’mere.” He took your hand into his and led you over to him. Hesitantly, you fell into his lap. “I’m sorry princess.” A long sigh dragged from his mouth. “I’m so sorry.” His head leaned into your chest, he was shaking. He seemed to be just as upset at his outburst as you are.

You start to feel a small wetness against your collarbone, he was crying. You placed your hand on the back of his head, running your fingers through his unkempt blond hair. His hands clung to the back of your shirt as he sobbed into you. Of course you felt bad for him, not that you should, he was the one who yelled at you. But you didn’t expect him to breakdown about it. To some this would come off as manipulative, but to you this was just your Eddie. You knew his reaction was genuine. You knew by the way his fingers dug into your back, holding you as closely as possible.

You removed your hand from his head and placed it on his jaw, moving his face to look at yours. “Please don’t do that again.”

He rapidly shook his head. “I swear I won’t I won’t ever let that happen again.” He pleads. His hands go from your back to your thighs, rubbing them in a sweet way. He wasn’t trying to make any sexual advances, he just wanted to feel you. “I love you” He brought his lips to yours. “So much.” Softly, he connected them.

“Ed?”

“Hm?”

“Do you really?”

He quickly pulls his face away from you. “I do I promise you I do.” His green eyes pierce into you. “I will ALWAYS love you. You know I’m crazy about you.”

“Can we go watch the rain now?”

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riddlerpumpkinpie · 2 years

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Hi i Might start Writting For the Batman For fun If you have any Requests Please do not submit 18+ or Smutty requests I write Fluff Angst Comfort Dark Crossovers plus more these fics or Writting will all have a Yn as the main character I can write Headcannons short stories and long stories.The list of characters i will be willing to Write for are

.Edward Nashton/Riddler💚❔🐀

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Cant wait to see your creative Requests Also I aplogize if my writting Or fanfics arent great. I also aplogize if i write your requests late i will try my best to keep up with requests and often take breaks if it gets too much but i wont close my inbox for requests. Thank you so much for reading it would help if this post was reblogged so more can view it.💖- Riddler's Pumpkin Pie

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abrcmswrld · 1 year

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Talk to Strangers

Edward Nashton x Coworker! Reader

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Word Count: 4,951

Warnings: smut (18+ only MDNI), stalking, unprotected sex, angst and fluff and smut, a decent bit of tears, obligatory mentions of murder

Summary: You’ve warmed up to Edward despite his cold nature, but what happens when the puzzle pieces start to fall together and you can feel someone watching you in the darkness?

Authors Note: I actually tried so hard on this yall, I posted this to my ao3 page first so I am sorry if the formatting is all kinds of messed up on here :( This is my first fic i’ve posted since 2017 so I sincerely apologize if it’s meh, i also don’t have anyone else proofread my fics so i apologize for any errors i missed! enjoy!

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He's arrogant. Oh so arrogant, and you can't fucking stand it. You watch him every morning as he strides in, past your desk at reception, white button up shirt, clear framed glasses, shaggy hair that falls over his forehead . He's certainly not a hit among the office, so maybe you're not wrong in your feelings. Though your other co-workers generally regard him as a pushover- not a self-absorbed asshole. He's good at what he does, sure. He's earned his spot, but he often brings a shadow into the rooms he walks into. A presence that you can only describe as infernal.

You don’t know much about his story. You generally pride yourself on getting to know the people you surround yourself with, but he has never let you get close enough to find out. Maybe that’s why you find him arrogant. He thinks he’s too good to speak to you for more than two sentences related to files he needs you to fax for him. What you do know about him is that he’s been at KTMJ for longer than you have been- maybe 5 years more. You can still remember the first time you met. You were fresh faced and eager. Seeking validation, in desperate need of some stability.

You extend your arm for a handshake. His hands are slightly clammy as he accepts your handshake. And though you had greeted him with your brightest smile (might as well go all in if you ever wanted to be anything other than a receptionist) he hadn't smiled back. He'd kept a rather straight face as he gave his brief introduction. "Edward."

Now you have a sense of stability. Sure, the quality of life in Gotham is subpar and you still haven't received that promotion, but you make enough to live comfortably in comparison to others in the city. You try to count your blessings.

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You had already been having a shitty day. Your landlord had informed you of an increase in rent rates by slipping an envelope under your door. Sure, it sucked to be asked to pay more for an apartment that could be deemed shitty by any normal person with a pair of eyes, but it was the lack of communication that got you. Not even the decency to call your residence and tell you with their own voice. Just a slip of paper under the door.

But you tried to bring a good attitude to the office. You hate being the one to damper the mood. You would rather leave that to him. Always him. Never smiling back at you as he walks through the door, never meeting your eyes to acknowledge your presence, nothing. And you were used to that. It would be okay, if it weren't for the stack of papers that laid on your desk when you got in. Neatly stacked with a green sticky note reading "Need copies. -Edward" scrawled in messy handwriting. You immediately feel the flames rise into your chest.

It's a quick stride from your desk to his cubicle, stack of papers tightly tucked into your fist. You slam them onto his desk as soon as you reach it, and he raises an eyebrow at you in response. "What the hell is this?" He glances at the papers and back at you. "The copier isn't working. I wrote what I needed." You sigh, annoyed at the fact that he doesn't understand.

"You couldn't have waited for me to get here and brought them to me yourself? I would really appreciate it if you would treat me like a human being every once in a while, ya know, actually acknowledge my existence." You realize how dramatic you must sound, but in all honesty you've been thinking it for years, it was only a matter of time before it came out. "I needed copies. I didn't think my acknowledgement meant that much to you." He holds his hands out in defense, feigning that he actually cared if he had hurt your feelings.

"I think you think you're smarter than everyone else here." You plant a hand on the table in front of him as you crouch to his level.

He sighs and you can see the corners of his mouth twitch. "I do. Is that so bad?"

"It makes you an asshole."

He finally faces you.

"Better to be an asshole than to be an idiot."

His voice doesn't carry any malice, yet the words feel like a slap in the face to you. It leaves you scrambling for a response, opening your mouth only to close it a second later. Until you decide to merely respond with a nervous chuckle. Sure, you thought his response showed his ego, but you had to admit. He got you. He faces you once more at the sound of your light chuckle, green eyes meeting yours completely. "I guess you're right."

You catch the corners of his mouth turning upwards.

"If it means that much to you, I will greet you next time."

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And he does. Greet you that is. You find yourself talking to him more and more. Sitting in the break room with him at lunch, looking over his shoulder at the crossword puzzle he works on at his desk and giving your best shot at an answer, relishing in the furrow of his brows as he turns to look over his shoulder at you. He's an asshole. He's arrogant. But there's something about him that's drawing you in. Sometimes you feel like a fish caught in a net. All those moments he'd brushed you off and yet you find yourself repeating the little quirks of his soft smiles in your head. You hate the term "work husband", but it seems that Edward is slowly becoming the very definition of that.

You don't speak outside of the office, but you find yourself gravitating towards him when you're stressed. You tell him about your landlord and the reason you had gotten so defensive with him. He understood.

"It's a cesspool here. None of these people actually care about people like us, not the landlords, not our coworkers, certainly not the politicians." He had said in that moment.

As October rolls around and the leaves begin to fall, you find yourself beginning to bring two coffees to work, one for you, one for him. He always shows an appreciative nod. But the moment you start to think about asking him to actually go out with you for coffee is like being the fish pulled out of the water and accepting it's inevitable fate. You were gonna let him drive you insane.

You're sure of it as you are caught up in the nerves and find yourself softly grabbing his hand to stop him outside the front doors of the office. You quickly pull your hand from his. no doubt blushed a deep red. But he just stares, waiting for you to speak. You clear your throat. "I- um- Sorry, I was just gonna see if you had plans now." And it pains you the way he doesn't speak, just continues to stare.

"There's a diner on the corner near here. I think they have decent pie."

He loosens the tension in his shoulders and looks down. "Oh. I'm actually sort of drowning in... paperwork right now." He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, clearly uncomfortable. God, you hoped you hadn't made him uncomfortable. "I'm sorry."

You quickly shake your head and let out a breathy laugh. "Oh no! It's totally fine, I probably have paperwork to finish too." You hope it hides the pang you feel in your chest. "I'll see you tomorrow." You swiftly turn and walk away before he can respond.

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But you wouldn't see Edward tomorrow. Matter of fact you wouldn't see him for the next three days after Halloween. You try not to let it bother you.

It's the beginning of a cold November, he's probably just sick or desperately needed a vacation. Or perhaps you'd seriously fucked it all up and he couldn't even stand the sight of you. You can't stop the deep sigh that comes from you as you rest your forehead in the palm of your hand. Embarrassingly, you ask Zach if he's heard from Edward. Not that you expected him to be particularly helpful. "Are you guys, like, fucking?" You are stunned and stammering your words. "Wha- No! No. I just worry about him."

"Look, I wouldn't worry about him too much, I mean the guy's basically a fucking recluse. When do you ever see him outside of here? Maybe it's good that he's somewhere besides here."

Still, there's no chance of you actually focusing on work and you find yourself aimlessly scrolling through news headlines, before one in particular catches your eye.

'Mayoral Incumbent Donald Mitchell, Jr. Murdered in his Home on Halloween Night.'

Holy shit.

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Edward is back at work after three long days, and despite your worry of his annoyance and anger, he is oddly elated.

It's the first time he approaches your desk. Leaning against it, coffee cup in hand, and flashing an awkward smile before asking, "So did I miss anything?" It leaves you a little taken aback, but it's a relief to see him approach you willingly after your last conversation.

"Um yeah, Zach was a total prick as usual- Oh! And our mayor was murdered."

He raises an eyebrow and takes a sip from the coffee cup. You feign annoyance, "No but seriously where were you? I started to wonder if that psychopath got you too."

He smiles. "Just sick. November weather and all."

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The first time you see the green mask you are in a huddle of coworkers around a computer screen.

'Police Commissioner, Pete Savage, Murdered. Killer Leaves Shocking Confession.'

"My God. What a sick freak." Zach interjects.

You can barely stand to watch. The video is hardly graphic aside from the disturbing voice of the masked man, but the implications of what happens when the video cuts off leaves your stomach turning. You walk away. Desperate for some space, but also desperate for a distraction. Edward sits straight in his office chair across the room. You hesitate slightly before striding toward his desk and leaning your weight against it. You can feel the sweat beading at your forehead as you lightly brush hair from your eyes. "Shit."

It's merely a whisper to yourself, but he turns his head to face you. For once his face shows concern towards you. Yet he still says nothing, only looks. Observant as always.

"Sorry. I needed to get out of that." You gesture towards the group of coworkers still huddled and murmuring among each other. He glanced back, before turning back towards his work. "The news?" He inquires quietly.

"Yeah. It's a little too much for me to stomach." There's a little pause as if he is hesitant to say anything before finally replying, "They were pricks. Don't you think they kind of deserved it?"

You straighten up, looking at him with shock. "I think they were still people with families." He frowns at you before you finally walk away from his desk to make your way to the restroom. You needed to get a grip.

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Edward apologizes for his insensitivity after work. You had stayed with him outside of the building long after all of your other coworkers had left. "It's fine." You refuse to look at him as he lights a cigarette and gets in a few quick puffs. You're being mean. But if you're honest the combination of his rejection and his comment earlier in the day had set you off. "And I'm sorry for last week." Only then you look up at him.

"I've had a lot going on, and it feels a little unfair to bring you into all of that."

"This feels like an excuse to let me down easy. It's okay if you just don't want to go on a date-"

The feeling of chapped lips on your own stops you mid sentence. He tastes of coffee and cigarettes and you crave more, but he pulls back quickly. His free hand remains at your cheek, holding your face in a gentle caress. "It's not an excuse. Things are just complicated for me right now." His eyes never leave your face. It's the best look you've gotten of them. Of him. His features are gentle behind shaggy hair and acetate glasses.

Something feels wrong and eerie in the back of your mind. Like seeing him this close gave you a sickening feeling of deja vu. Things were definitely complicated. The bags under his eyes were showing his exhaustion well, he had gone from elated to unwell since his return. He seems like a broken man, but he'd never let you close enough to find out why. You can't help but feel the connection, like he deserved a shot even if he didn't want it. Even if he thought he was smarter. Even if there's a side to him that could hurt you. You push down your feelings of uneasiness.

You press a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips.

"When you're ready."

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You're awake nearly all night the next weekend. Spending the entire time digging through news about the figure known as The Riddler, his possible next targets, possible identities, and most importantly all of the video footage he'd put out in the last few weeks. It's certainly not healthy. You generally steer clear of these sorts of things. Years of therapy had gotten you far and you would rather not ruin it by desensitizing yourself. But you can't help it. You find yourself going deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole until you find yourself tuning into his streams late at night.

He speaks with such a confidence in himself. As if he has all of the answers, and is just waiting to enlighten the world. His followers are even more terrifying. They'd do anything for him. You wonder how low a person must be in life to resort to this sort of behavior. But, you're not a psychiatrist. Who are you to speak on these people. These strangers.

"We are going to cleanse this cesspool of city."

You slam the laptop shut.

Sleeping isn't easy after this sort of activity. You should've known. You turn on a show you don't actually care about to give yourself some sense of security in background noise. And soon you find yourself drifting asleep. It's not great sleep. You can sense yourself tossing and turning, but you can deal with it. Everything is fuzzy until you find yourself on your back.

Paralyzed.

It's not uncommon for you to experience sleep paralysis, but you've experienced it less after your time in therapy. You try to keep your breathing steady, trying to convince yourself that whatever you see is merely a hallucination.

Shh. Shh. Just breathe.

But the figure that appears is familiar. That's what scares you the most. The green coat and mask is horrifying as it inches towards the bed, and you can't scream. you can't move away. You can only watch the blood drip from his gloved fingertips onto your floor as he stares. Tilting his head at you slightly, as he brings a hand up to his head. You can hear your heart pounding and you are practically internally begging yourself to wake up. The latches on his mask pop open and you're horrified to find that the face underneath is so familiar. A slight smirk on lips you have kissed before. Blood dripping from a hand that you've held before. You try to scream. Tears falling down your temples until he is suddenly gone and you shoot up in your bed.

You can't hold back the cry that escapes your throat. It wasn't real, he's gone, and you're safe in your room.

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Until suddenly the safety of your room begins to feel a lot less safe. You hear it. The creaking of the floorboards at night, the slight tapping against the glass of your bedroom window. The slight squeak of leather rubbing and rustling together. You're too scared to open your eyes those first few nights. You'd rather be blind and take your fate than die in paralyzing fear.

But you know it's him.

It was never unclear what was staring at you in the night. Maybe the nightmares of the leather gloves touching your skin hadn't been nightmares at all. You want so badly to be sickened. To run into your bathroom to empty your stomach out of panic and fear. Instead you feel a strange mixture of annoyance and arousal in your gut.

He thinks he's smarter than you.

You find yourself playing into his games.Attempting to one up him. To show him you aren't scared of him. That you can keep up. You begin to deliberately change in front of your window. Letting lacy fabric hit the cold floor and standing just a tad longer, stalling before covering yourself back up.

You hope he's watching when you peel off your work tights. You hope he's imagining himself on his knees tearing the delicate fabric from your form, only to be blocked by a thin pane of glass. You wanted the upper hand.

You hope he's watching as you sink two fingers into yourself, thinking about crisp, white button ups and clear framed glasses.

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The next few weeks are tense at work. You heard the news of what happened to Gil Colson at Don Mitchell's funeral. Edward would walk in everyday, and attempt to greet you, only this time it's you who is short. You have a little hope that he can't see straight through you. But you can see it in the way that he looks at you that you're an open book. Who's to say that he won't just watch, but actually kill you to keep you from talking. But deep down you both know your lips are shut tight.

So you work through the days, just ready to get home. You can hardly stand to look at him. It makes you feel like you're an accomplice. A sitting duck for a man who probably doesn't even care about you, withholding a tip to the police because deep down you really do like him. And you had hoped he liked you too until things got complicated. Now you think it would just be best if he abandoned you right where you were. But he doesn't. In fact, he suddenly has more courage than you'd ever seen from him. It's evident as he catches you by your arm and pulls you into the alleyway beside the office after work is over. It's dark and you'd be lying if you said you weren't scared, but he kisses you like nothing is wrong. Like he has no clue. Like nothing has changed.

You pull away from him, wide eyes staring back at him. "Are you okay?" He asks quietly as he brushes a hand up your arm. You can't help the break in your voice. "I know, Edward."

He just stands and stares. "What?" You take two steps back. "You're killing people." He continues to stare. He drops his hand from your arm. The silence scares you more than anything. But he simply sighs.

"I think you should go home and get some rest."

And before you can argue he walks away with a quickened pace.

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So you do. You return to your shitty apartment and try to compose yourself. What would he do now that you said that? Maybe you were wrong. Maybe you had accused him of something he genuinely didn't do. But it didn't feel wrong. You sigh as the hot water hits your back. You had hoped a shower would help you feel refreshed, but for the first time in a while, it feels like a chore. You can't enjoy it, so you rush through it. As you step into your bedroom you stop in your tracks. The window is slightly ajar, a cool draft flowing in tingles your bare legs. And then you see him. The figure in the darkness of your room. This time you're not dreaming.

He's in your room. You're paralyzed. The position you swore you'd never let yourself be put in. He's got the upper hand.

He just stands there. A part of you wishes he would attack you. Kill you. Anything just to break the still silence. You realize you're shaking. You agreed to play his game and now you're trailing his lead, allowing yourself to be beaten.

"Edward."

It comes out as a shaky whisper, but he visibly takes it in as he steps toward you to close the distance. You can see his eyes crinkle at the corners through the green mask. He's smiling. And he reaches a gloved hand to your face, cupping one cheek. You can feel the warmth radiating from his hand even through the glove. So, he is human. The Riddler has a beating heart and flowing blood. He is not a cold, lifeless monster. His stoic frame you had become so familiar with at work was gone. He catches a tear from your cheek with his thumb.

He is terrifying.

"No more through the window. I'll be gone soon."

Before you can entirely comprehend the statement and it's implications, your brain forms the word that leaves your mouth. "Gone?"

He simply smiles again, this time reaching his hands behind his head to abandon the mask he had come in with, and there he is. Cherubic features glowing under the street lamp light that flows in from your window. "I watched you live for a month. I watched you eat, sleep, undress, touch yourself. But you knew that right? Otherwise you wouldn't have put on such a show."

You attempt to struggle away from his grasp in disgust at his words but he holds you tight in front of him. "But that's alright. I'll tell you the truth because I hate liars. I liked knowing that you were doing it all for me. I wanted nothing more than to cleanse Gotham, to give them true salvation, but you put a dent into that plan. You became a distraction that I foolishly indulged." The soft light is hitting his features just right. He looks like an angel in devils' clothing. And his tight grip is right back to a gentle caress. His hand reaches the small of your back and you're sucking in a shrill breath.

His kiss is soft, inexperienced. Much like the other times you had kissed. But he is treating you like glass that might break. You think it might be the first time you've seen him relax enough to be seen as a particularly gentle being. He's ditched his looming, arrogant behavior you're so used to just to show you his utmost affection. It's the first time you have seen him like this since the first time you had kissed.

But some part of you is burning. He's not your prince charming. You know exactly what he is capable of, you've seen it. You're not glass. You're not a damsel. This is a man who has watched you undress for him through your window for weeks. This is a man who has killed. And it shouldn't bring heat into your core the way it does. Perhaps it's the thrill of the danger.

You kiss him so hard that your teeth clash. It stuns him as his hand lifts from your body momentarily before finding purchase at your hips. He's inexperienced, but the desperation coming from both of you is enough to cover it up.

The warmth and weight of his tongue in your mouth is intoxicating. The little sparks of guilt and shame that flash in your stomach are quickly subdued by his nimble fingers caressing under your nightgown and up your thighs to hook in the waistband of your panties. You can't help the pathetic moan that escaped your mouth as he slowly drags the fabric down your legs.

"I wanted to do it right. Wanted to take you to that diner, buy your food, take you home, and act like I hadn't thought about fucking you into your mattress every single night."

It's almost strange to see him on his knees. He has built himself up to be godlike. You were sure he wouldn't mind you on your knees in front of him. Absolutely worshipping him. The warmth of his tongue swiping over you has your thoughts lurching, and yes, god, he is divine.

"But it would be wrong to pretend to be someone I am not. I'm not a liar."

You can't help but tangle your fingers into his beautifully unkept hair and pull. He is ravishing you. Sinking two fingers into you until you feel the heavenly curl right into the spot that makes you whimper. "Eddie-" He swallows your moans in a desperate openmouthed kiss. His fingers are working you open, you can feel tightness build in your stomach. Like a rubber band ready to snap. But it's ripped away from you as he pulls his fingers out of you and swiftly pushes you to the bed. The sounds of his belt buckle coming undone has your heart racing faster than it already was, your stomach fluttering.

He buries himself inside of you with no hesitation, no time to adjust. It hurts and his inexperience is noticeable, but the look of bliss on his face and his slight whimpers has you ready to cum before you've even started.

You're gripping onto the back of the green leather parka, reminding yourself of who you're with. Who you're letting fuck you right now. But those green eyes bring you back to all those times he'd flash a slight smile your way in the office. He'd try to hide it but you're the only person he showed fondness towards in that hell hole of a workplace. Thinking back to the night he had kissed you has tears welling up in your eyes again. He notices.

He slows his pace momentarily, letting his short thrusts turn into long drags. A gloved hand wipes tears away once again and you meet his concerned gaze.

"Does this not make you happy?"

Your hands move to cradle his face. A move that he's certainly not used to as his thrust halt for a moment in surprise. "I am happy. But what comes after this? Am I supposed to ignore you and pretend I know nothing about you? That I feel nothing for you?" He stops his movements completely now. The room has fallen silent apart from the heavy breathing between you two.

"I have to mean nothing to you. Momentarily."

You knew the answer before you asked the question, but it hurts just as bad anyway. You don't take your eyes off his. The Riddler's facade is cracking before your eyes, you can see his eyes becoming glossy. It's almost like he's turned into a completely different person. He kisses you. Deeply, but not rough. There's so much pent up feeling behind it, you could sob even harder. But you don't and he keeps kissing you as he resumes his movements.

You're not using any protection, but you're too blissed out to care. You crave that feeling of warmth. "Eddie- I-"

His hips start to stutter as he cuts you off and buries his face in your neck. " I love you- please God- just say it back to me. Tell me you love me." You hold his face in your hands guiding his gaze to meet yours again. "Edward, I love you."

That's all it takes for him to fall apart. His whimpers and cries are like music to your ears and the feeling of warmth as he releases everything he has into you is blissful. You both have to take a second to recover, foreheads pressed together. But eventually he rolls off of you carefully and tucks himself back into his pants. The silence is deafening. You said it to push him over the edge, but was it true that you loved him? The idea of falling in love with Edward was easy in your mind, in a perfect world the idea of settling down somewhere else and waking up next to him felt good. But this wasn't a perfect world. Edward killed people, powerful people, and the chance that he'd get away without paying for it was slim.

"I'm gonna turn myself in in a couple of days."

"Okay."

"You should leave Gotham. It's not going to be safe for you here. If the cops ask you're visiting a friend in Bludhaven."

His hand grips yours as he looks at you.

"I promise if I ever get out, I'll find you."

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You do as he asked of you. Got a hotel in Bludhaven and in the next couple of nights you watched the television endlessly, waiting to see his face. The night you finally did, you cried yourself to sleep, gripping the hotel sheets as you buried your face into your pillow.

But you held yourself together and did as Edward asked.

When the man in the bat suit showed up at your hotel door a week after the flood you give your best answers.

"I'm visiting a friend, but the flood has kept me in town."

"No, I didn't know him well, we just worked together."

"I mean he was a little strange, but I never thought he would murder someone."

“I would never have expected it to be him.”

"I hope he gets the help he needs."

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astrok1dz · 7 months

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❤️ Glad you’re back! ❤️

I can’t remember your request guidelines rn so I’m gonna play it safe. Coddling and complimenting Eddie? 👀

RRRAHHHH THAT WAS QUICK!!!!!!! ALR, YES. Eddie needs to be spoiled and just. so much attention. I am very much willing to give that to him. that being said

cw: Eddie being traumatized (duh), a bit of angst, a dash of relationship issues, dw they fix it, happy ending, fluff

Never Too Much

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okay so bc of Eddie's past, we know he most probably has a lot of trouble getting into relationships, let alone romantic ones.

so when he met you, and obsessed over you, of course, he felt so lucky he could even breathe the same air as you

but nothing good ever lasts for him, everything is ripped away from him by this god forsaken city. he tries not to get too attached (and fails miserably) so he's shy for longer than he should be.

he's just trying to be prepared for when you'll leave him.

he's absolutely surprised when you don't

he doesn't say anything, of course, but he's just utterly confused

how? how didn't you leave him? all this city had taught him was how he wasn't good enough, how he was different, and how different people, people like him, don't get anything nice. don't deserve anything nice.

you notice this. you always do. it's not hard to tell when he's overthinking. he'll stop and take deep breaths or immerse himself in puzzles, but you're working on communication

you decide to start coddling Edward. to spoil him a little bit.

it doesn't even have to be something big, he'll be grateful for whatever you give him, although he doesn't quite know how to tell you or thank you properly

Eddie hadn't been your Eddie for the last two weeks or so, consumed with work and his plans to cleanse the city. He hadn't had the energy to be quite romantic or intimate lately, so things had been a little colder than usual. It hurt. Did he not love you?

One day you realized your mistake. Eddie? Your Eddie worshipped you. Sure, he could have his bad moments and want some time to himself, but after all the neglect and abuse he'd lived, he probably wanted to be coddled. He just was too embarrassed to ask you to do it. No wonder things had been like this. It was your turn to take the lead.

Now you knew, and you decided to take matters into your own hands. For the last couple of weeks you had been thinking of little ways to make him feel better, and today would finally be the day when you unleashed them all onto little unsuspecting Edward.

You hear the creak and slam of the door to your apartment. In comes Edward's tumbling silhouette, shuffling around to plop down on the couch next to you. Your sweet boy, all tired from work, all tired from this city. He always was.

"Eddie! Oh honey I missed you so much...", you coo, and his heart melts, because although he knows you adore him, he's used to having his absence not quite matter.

He's silent as he shuffles a little closer to you, and you immediately receive him with open arms and an inviting hug.

"Tough day?", you ask, and he nods. You do as well, and hold his shoulders.

"I got a little surprise for you, c'mon, follow me", you tell him. He looks at you, eyebrows knitted in confusion. You help him get up and slowly peel off his jacket, take his hand, and lead him to your bathroom.

He doesn't even get to see what it is before a sweet aroma invades his nostrils. Your tiny bathroom, adorned with scented candles, bubbles and rose petals floating on your tiny tub (if you could call it that).

What?

He looks at you, confused. Why would you do this? Why you, such an angelic being, the antithesis of this dirty city, do this for him, a broken man?

"I- you didn't-", he starts.

"I didn't have to, I know. But you've been so stressed lately and I wanted to help you relax...", you explain kindly. You start shredding your clothes, ready to enter the tub with him. You extend your hand to him, and he feels as if he's being dragged to the pearly gates of heaven.

"Besides, I've been missing you so much... I wanted you all to myself a lil' bit...", you say, and ignore the sting in your eyes. You really did miss him so so much...

"You can have me all to yourself whenever you want (Y/n)...", he stutters out, feeling guilty.

"Oh...", you let out. There he was, so kind, so sweet to you, so unapologetically yours.

"Well, in that case...", you say, almost seductively, but cover up a little once again when you remember your appearance. You were so busy planning this whole thing for today, you hadn't even shaved, you hadn't taken care of yourself. It felt overwhelming. What if your appearance ruined this whole things for him?

"Shit- I didn't- I forgot to- Sorry-"

He stares at you, but his eyes sparkle and his round face is flushed as if this was the first time he's ever seen you (which you both know is not the case).

"You know I don't care about those things. I want to see you...", he says, taking your hand. He looks at you, eyes full of adoration. His hands make their way to your waist and caress it gently, bringing you closer. He leaves a chaste kiss on your lips.

A few happy tears escape your eyes. There he was, the Eddie you've been missing. You help him undress, hands sliding lovingly over every inch of skin you know he's not fond of. Eddie. Your Eddie, so soft and round and most of all, so gentle.

You both get in the tub, cuddled up together. You don't even need to say a word. You both occasionally ask each other questions regarding doubts or insecurities, and reassure each other. When you're both satisfied with each other's answers you share the silence, snuggled up.

"You're so pretty, Eddie... my baby..."

He shivers, and you keep going.

"I love you, Eddie. You're kind and so so sweet. You deserve this, Eddie"

You notice by the way he shakes that now it's his turn to cry, happy cry, of course.

"My baby, you're so strong... You're safe here, you're okay. I love you Eddie, I'll never leave you". You coo.

He sobs, feeling free to break down in your presence. You kiss his tears away.

"Th-Thank you... you're too good to me... you do too much...", he hiccups.

"Oh, but don't you get it, Eddie? It's never too much", you reply, and for the first time, he begins to believe it.

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a-noodle-doodle · 2 months

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you should draw riddler and boomerang smooching, and or watching a horror movie and one of them is terrified and clinging to the other one, idk who would be who so I’m letting you decide:33

Oh Eddie spends too much time criticizing the impossible traps and stupid actions of the characters to get scared, but Boomer...

And some smooches :))

#batman #captain boomerang #arkham riddler #edward nygma #kill the justice league #dc #drawing #riddlerang #riddler x boomerang #riddler #art #digger harkness #suicide squad #ssktjl #sillies #fluff #asks #the flash #arkhamverse

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imagine--if · 1 year

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Edward Nashton Falling For His Coworker Would Include...

A/N: I wanted to release the imagine today but I've made it pretty long so it's still not done 😂 enjoy this till the proper thing's released in a couple of days 💚

❔• It's pretty clear in the comic that Edward doesn't really enjoy the company he puts up with at work; the numbers help him clear his head and focus on something stable, but being overlooked by his boss for years and everyone else getting the attention tires and frustrated him. He makes mental notes of everyone that works with or around him... and damn, yours?!? 😍

❔• If you're the only person in the building that's noticed and friendly and popular, but actually meets his eye when you talk to him and smile at him sweetly, he's almost immediately gone. Maybe he's not as invisible as he thought!! No one has ever smiled at him like that before, or smiled at all. Who actually are you?

❔• So Ed will go back home and stalk you as subtly as he can all over your social media profiles and wanders after you absentmindedly (following you 😏) when you walk home after work. Eventually he's gonna slip up and you'll bump into him with a "Hi... hey, I know you, you're downstairs, right? Edward?"

❔• And while his face flushed and he stutters a dopey response, his brain is going absolutely mental because YoU rEmEmBeReD hIs NaMe?!?!??? Yep, it's love, it's got to be love, you're his 😂

❔• I genuinely believe that if someone (you) was so earnestly kind and caring and pure, you'd be considered an angel that's just meant for him in Eddie's eyes, contrasting with everyone else he's encountered that are cold and unfeeling and awful 💚

❔• That just leaves the next week or so with his eyes chasing after you when you chat with others or you're busy working and getting on well with others or whatever around him. Man's very obsessive, so when he finally cracks and either the confident, smothering Riddler or the bashful, intense Edward Nashton 🥰️

❔• I'm leaving the rest for the imagine cus I don't wanna spoil it aaaahgskf- 😵

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marvelmaniac2000 · 11 months

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The Riddler - (Edward x Reader) 💚

Ch.3

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Summary: Edward can’t help seeing you struggle with your day to day life. Being a college girl is hard enough.

Subject: SOMNOPHILIA/SMUT WARNING, storyline, Fluff, eventually will turn into smuts in between chapters, desperation, submissive kink, savior kink, Being pampered/babied kink, stalking, minor depression, mystery thriller? P in V content, slight choking,

Words: 1.7k

Characters: Edward Nashton x Reader (college fem! reader)

MATURE 18+/MISSPELLING GRAMMAR APOLOGIES

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I want to drown in a sea of all things Edward Nashton and Paul Dano. I might write nonstop headcanons and other fics all week about this beautiful man. I’ll soon have more time, btw this chapter is consensual <3

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“You sure Eddie? I’m being serious if this–”

“I’m sure we’ll figure it out though” you pause for a second and study his expression.

“I-It’s fine, I think we are going to be ok..just don’t overthink it” he gave you a sly smile.

You stood up from the stool and snaked your arms around his waist resting your chin on his shoulder. “Thank you” you whispered before pressing a kiss on his cheek. Eddie flushed with heat having you kiss him. “Y-you’re welcome” He wanted you to stay close to his arm, but that would have to wait a little while longer tonight.

“I think we should get going. I was supposed to lock up the door like thirty minutes ago” you rushed over to the corner of the store to retrieve your jacket.

“Right, but I’m sure you have to be back here before you know it right? It seems kind of pointless to him, considering you practically are here pretty early in the morning.

“Yep. One last day, and I will be switching jobs soon” Eddie followed behind you toward the door as you switched off the lights for the night.

“Text me when you make it home” Eddie curled his fingers in his pockets locking his eyes with yours.

“I will..” you gave a sweet grin realizing this was a beginning of something relieving. Like a new feeling of something you couldn’t quite describe. Was it soon to move in with him? You watch him walk off as you graze the key against your fingers inside your pocket. Maybe it’s just you overthinking once more like he said. There’s so much that you couldn’t wait to do, But one thing you knew for certain though, you made the right decision for the roommate that you did want to have.

You walked down toward the first block near the stop sign to wave down the closest taxi driver.

Man were you tired. As soon as you hopped into the car, you slouched your head against the window watching the city pass by. There were just a few more things you needed to get down at home, before heading to bed. But man you couldn’t wait to text Eddie more than anything else. All the plans and future freedoms you can have, and also the relief you have hopefully only going have on the expenses and all that other jazz. Once the taxi driver arrived at your stop, you paid him his money before making your way to your home.

The warmth of the hallway hugged you, rubbing off your worked shoes at the door.

You greeted your mom and spent time with her to ask about her day and everything else going on in her own world. The amount of time left was growing grim as you glanced at the time on the wall at your home.

You wished her goodnight before walking up the stairs to finally go into your bedroom.

“Shit” you cursed to yourself realizing you forgot to text Eddie that you made it home.

You scramble for your phone and text him.

You: “Hey! Sorry for the late response, but I made it home”

you smile at your screen and curl up on your bed.

Eddie: It’s Ok :) I’m glad you made it safely. Are you free this weekend to talk about plans?”

You: “Yea I took off this Saturday, we can talk tomorrow too, we have plenty of time”

Eddie: “I know I just need to let my landlord know in advance about you. But don’t worry I’ll take care of it”

You: “oh yea that’s right lol … but we should make sure you have enough space in your place too.”

Eddie: “Don’t worry, remember? Just get some sleep, and I’ll see you tomorrow morning :)

Gn”

You: Good night :)

You smiled and stared at your phone for a while, looking at his messages. How could someone be so perfect? He could do everything you wanted. But as a roommate and something more?

Can’t be possible. It would just mess everything up in the long run. You never want anything to harm his precious feelings either. Eddie was such a sweetheart to you. There’s no other guy who made you feel the way you did. But it was important not to get caught up in the moment and focus on the end goal of this stage. You slowly made your way to your bathroom to take a quick shower.

Eddie watched from across the street of your home and noticed the yellow light of your bedroom on. After your late text he had to make sure you went to bed or otherwise he himself wouldn’t be able to sleep for the night. Oh the things he would do to you every minute and day he would see you. Kiss you goodnight and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. That was something he planned on doing as soon as you went to bed. He usually never was this bold with his advances, but this time he felt as though he knew more and felt closer to you. You were his..

He slowly creeped over to your bedroom window and watched you enter your room naked with a towel wrapped around just your hair. “Oh baby” he whispered, taking in your beautiful body. His dick hardens, noticing your curves and every inch of your body. His glasses fogged up with his mouth wide open dreaming of touching your skin and being between those thighs.

Going unnoticed he watch you rub lotion on your skin and carefully slip on some very cute pink underwear that hugged your ass just right. Eddie hand tucked into his pants stroking himself slowly as he seen you crawl into bed and shut off your lamp for the night.

Eddie waited patiently for a good while before finding a way to break into your home. He sneakily made his way into your bedroom and quietly closed your bedroom door. You were peacefully asleep with just your hair fallen over your face.

“My love” he whispered into your hair and smelled it. He slowly peeled the covers back and glided his hands up your soft legs. His fingertips brushed over the inside of your thigh making you moan just a bit in your sleep.

Eddie bent down to kiss your thigh and slowly parted your legs without waking you. He couldn’t help seeing how peaceful and cute you were. All of your body was his and no one else. So pure and soft. All he wanted to do was pleasure you and make you feel good. “My precious girl” he rubbed his hand against your cheek and softly ran his fingers between your folds in your panties. You softly moan and squirm in your sleep. “Shh” Eddie grew harder watching your face squirm. He smiled wondering what you dreamed of as he pleased you. “You’re so wet baby girl” his hand was leaned against your side to support himself as he slowly swirled your clit with your lubricated up wetness. Eddie pushed up your night gown to expose your sweet breasts.

He carefully pulled your panties down halfway to expose your flower. His fingers twirled your nipples in circular motions to harden them.

He smirked carefully, giving a soft squeeze. His mouth grazed around your nipple while silently sucking on it. He watch your sleepless expression as your chest rise up and down.

Eddie slips his digits inside you to feel your wetness build up while you rest. Making you squirm a bit between your legs. Eddie slowly retracted his fingers before undoing his pants.

His harden dick dripped off pre cum ready to own your body. His breath heavily tried to slow down pace before aligning himself between your thighs. He felt shameful for doing his but he wanted to make sure you were taken care of. You felt so good to him. All of you were taking him in as he slowly enters inside you. You slowly awaken and startled by seeing him on top of you.

Before you could speak Eddie covered your mouth with his hand.

“Please don’t scream” he continued to pump into you harder. You wrapped your legs around his waist to signal to him that you liked him inside you. You pull his hand away and quietly breathe out. “Eddie go faster” you pull him in closer to feel his strokes deeper inside you.

Eddie silently moaned out your name as you begged him not to stop. “Look at me Eddie” you softly took his adorable cheeks into yours. You both were in the dark but you could barely see his face. You weren’t sure if you were dreaming or not but you felt hungry and lustful for him as he made you feel pleasure. “I’m all yours” you kiss his lips clinging on his shoulders.

“You promise? He pounded into you harder feeling you silently scream. His hand lightly gripped your neck. You notice a slight difference in his puppy eyes that makes you go crazy.

“mhmm” you bit your bottom lip toes curled feeling him slowly soften his strokes to torture you.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay” he kissed your cheek. “I promise I am now” you whispered. “Sorry I think I made a mess” he pulled himself out of you and noticed a pool of cum on the sheets.

“Oh man” you had so many questions in your mind, but you didn’t bother asking yet, the only concern you had was felt in the moment. Your face was flushed red from how sleepish you still were. You pulled his arm back before he could get up. “No just stay here, sleep next to me until early in the morning, we're going to see each other anyway right?” you grabbed a towel to cover the sheets and cuddle next to him. “How am I going to be able to leave?” Eddie still was surprised at how you weren't freaking out. “Just sneak out the window silly” you whispered before falling to sleep cuddled up in his arms.

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confused-wanderer · 1 year

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Do - do you think that Damian uses his pets to his advantage?

Like for standing guard the goons immediately call it quits when they see a cow with a bat mask with a katana in its mouth and poisonous horseshoes modified to fit its hooves?

Or when at 3 am Two Face tried to break into the Wayne Manor just to see a sea of glinting eyes in the dark that all growled and were focused solely on him? Harvey spent five hours trying to get the coin to land on its other side so he could call it quits.

Or the time the riddler met Alfred the Cat? No you don’t get to ask why he has third degree burns, lingering PTSD when he hears meowing or what happened between them.

But more so, when it comes to assessing his family’s mental health state as well.

Ace was a very smart boy, but unfortunately too obvious to the rest. So who alerts him to the most emotionally unstable person? Alfred the Cat.

If you have a dog come to you, it’s nothing special. But if a cat sits on you, would you move? Would you not absolutely gloat about it in front of your other siblings? Exactly. The fools monitor themselves by revealing with whom the cat stayed with most.

Watching Jason while he’s reading? Par for the course, Todd’s doing okay. Meowing aggressively at Tim while he does recon work? A normal behaviour for anyone unfortunate enough to encounter Drake.

But when Alfred finds someone not doing so well, he simply curls up on their lap. Easiest way to get them to sit still, have something to hold on to, acts like a weighed blanket, and gets the message to Damian. Ace and bat cow, along with his other pets, all act as intermediaries then to signal to Damian. They’re all an efficient team. Damian’s very proud of that.

So when Dick comes over to visit, and the moment he enters the cat launched itself at him and then refuses to get up, say no more Wally’s on his way.

Hanging onto Jason like glue (which Jason doesn’t mind he just makes sure the cat is sade and comfortable on his shoulder before continuing his work) somehow his favourite theatre performance is scheduled for that evening.

Nestling in Tim’s hair? Gee why are superboy, Kid flash and the rest of the the titans there? Better have some fun together then anyway, take Drake away I don’t care where or for how long.

The only other person aware of Alfred’s shenanigans is none other than the butler himself. He’s very pleased to see it happening and always rewards the cat well afterwards.

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babyyoda234 · 3 months

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Cobblepot's Cabana

Summary: Working for Oswald Cobblepot has its perks. Mr. Cobblepot always gives out Christmas and summer bonuses, you get excellent health insurance... However, working at a pool owned by one of Batman rogues can put you at odds with the Caped Crusader himself. One day, the Riddler and Killer Croc team up to defeat Batman. This team endeavor doesn't work out the way they expected.

Lifeguard POV:

There wasn’t any mention of how to handle situations like this during the certification. Teenage boys doing back flips into the shallow end? Yes. Nose bleeds? Of course. Clocking into work to find the Gotham knight fighting not one, but two of his rogues on the pool deck? Absolutely not. Nothing could have prepared me to witness the all out brawl that was occurring during my shift. Or the fact that Killer Croc’s tail defensively slapped the Riddler, Batman, and Robin into the pool. Tyler hands me the lifeguard tube with a sly smile.

“Good luck with that. I’m going to go pee.”

If I wasn’t so concerned for the teenage vigilante getting his face pushed underwater by a crocodile, that would have been incredibly annoying.

Staring at the drowning quartet, I am faced with a dilemma.

Do I get paid enough for this? (No)

Would interrupting the feud end with my imminent death? (Probably)

Poor Eddie Nygma flails desperately against the waves made by Killer Croc and Batman wrestling. For such an intelligent guy, one would have assumed he would at least know how to doggy paddle... One would be wrong. Every time the man, known to the rest of the world as the Riddler, touches the water... He sinks. It's honestly impressive how quickly he can reach the bottom of the pool. His panicked green eyes cause my heart to swell.

Dammit... Fine.

Within moments, I plunge into the icy water. Of course today of all days Cobblepot would turn the temperature down for dramatic effect. Fighting against Killer Croc's waves, I lunge for Eddie first. Avoiding his panicked limbs, I shove the buoy flush against his chest. Eddie clings onto the life preserver with a grateful gaze as I meet a face full of salt water.

My eyes burn from the impact. Resurfacing a few feet away, the vigilante/ crocodilian brawl somehow managed to turn on the manual waves. I watch in disbelief as Eddie gets pulled in their direction. His feverishly pale skin and blue lips chill me to my core.

"Oh.. No you don't!" I gasp struggling against the current. Another wave pushes me under. Stay calm. You've done this before. Opening my eyes, my heart stops when I register what I am face to face with.

Void like black eyes stare emotionless in my direction. With skin so grey and smooth, I'm almost tempted to run my hand across. However, the hundreds of sharp teeth keep me at bay. There's a shark in the pool, King Shark, to be exact... and he's not happy about the wrestling match going on above. Typical Gotham. Funny enough, I checked the attendance log this morning. Nanaue canceled his membership months ago, but that's none of my business.

From the corner of my eye, I vaguely make out the faint outline of the drowning boy wonder. The kid’s head is above water for now, but the heavy plated Robin suit cannot be easy to swim in.

Sometimes, King Shark confuses the lifeguards for poolside snacks. Easy mistake really. Cobblepot had warned us previously of the last guard who got eaten. Unzipping my fanny pack, I fumble for my saving grace: a small tuna packet from my morning lunch. Offering it to the shark, I await his response. That must have been the right move because a smile emerges with hundreds of teeth barring all at once.

Pressure and panic spreads throughout my body from the lack of oxygen. Crawling to the surface, my lungs gasp for air while I assess the current situation. Eddie's conscious, yet even with the raft his lips are still tinged with blue from his underwater adventure. Robin's fighting with less vigor than before. He doesn't have much time. Killer Croc is in his element. And Batman? Well, like any Florida man wrestling with their local wildlife: he's doing his best. His sluggish movements are showing how much the cape and his weaponry are weighing him down.

Considering my options, I make the dumbest split second decision of my life: I ask for help. Diving under the oncoming waves, I gesture towards King Shark with as much pleading as I can muster. I don't speak Shark, but I motion to my fanny back to insinuate their would be more fish ahead. Nananue slowly nods his head before circling the water around me.

For a second, I think my life is over. Maybe my parents were right to throw a fit when I announced my acceptance into Gotham U. I'm sure Metropolis Lifeguards’ don't have to make bargains with their local trespassing aquatic life.

To my relief, King Shark doesn't bite my head off. With an impatient shimmy, he waits for me to hold on. I shrug before crawling on his back. We cut through the waves with such ease that I find myself in awe of the cartilaginous fish. If I swam like that, I would bum off Oswald Cobblepot too. The Riddler and his life raft tug loosely behind due to the harness around my waist.

Checking my watch, I frown.

Tyler was supposed to take me off stand ten minutes ago. That bastard. From the empty pool deck, I bet he left work early again... for the 3rd time this week.

Speeding past the giant iceberg in the center of the pool, King Shark reluctantly slows down once we near the frail looking teenager. Before I can hoist the kid up, Nananue eyes the young boy with interest.

"Don't even think about it. If you eat Robin, I have to explain to Cobblepot how you've been staying here for months without paying for a membership."

With an exaggerated sigh, the Shark man allows me to hull the kid half way out of the water. Somehow, Robins mask managed to stay on during the kerfuffle. His wet black hair sticks to his forehead. He's got a pulse. He's breathing. Reaching the pool deck, Robin’s limp form is proving ridiculously lofty to move.

Across the pool deck, Batman somehow managed to tranquilize Killer Croc. His damp armor makes a hilarious ~squish~ noise with every step. Eddie sprawls on his back muttering something I assume to be riddle associated. Robin's starting to regain color.

Thank goodness, I didn't have to do CPR; I do not want to be the one responsible for breaking the Boy Wonders ribs.

One eye flutters open, then the other. The intensity of his blue eyes catches me off guard.

"Instead of saving my life," He rasps with a mischievous grin, "Can you save my phone number?"

Very original.

I briefly consider shoving him back into the pool. If I hadn't spent the last 20 minutes trying to save his life, I would have. Instead of responding, I make eye contact with his Guardian.

"I'm going to need to ask you two to leave." I elaborate gesturing to my watch, "The pool closes at 9."

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