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thealtoduck · 1 year

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Being the Riddler’s criminal sidekick…

Tim Drake x Male Reader

Warnings: superhero violence, implied child abuse, horrible parents, mentions of sex…

Summary: Tim meets the Riddler’s sidekick for the first time and finds himself quite charmed by him…

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How did you end up as the Riddler’s right hand man?

Well, the answer was simple: ”Why not?”

You grew up in a rough household, your father was an deadbeat alchoholic and your mother had left him for the divorce lawyer and his house in the suburbs.

She left you, she left you alone with the man that she was escaping from, imagine the impact that has on a childs psyche.

So from then on you followed one rule: Trust no one.

When you entered your teenage years you escaped from your father as soon as possible on to the streets of Gotham. Which is no place for a child.

Soon you found your way into crime which also led you to the Riddler.

You were at a bar looking for a new job when you saw the Riddler trying to convince a couple of men to join him as his henchmen. They however were not convinced to join him though as they didn’t like the idea that he quite literally gives clues for the cops and Batman to find him.

You however saw it as an oppurtunity, Riddler was already infamous and if he was this desperate for help it might lead to you getting a bigger cut of whatever scheme he had come up with.

So when the other men left you walked over to the Riddler and sat down across from him. ”Looks like your having some trouble, what if i could be of some assistance” you said. ”Yeah, because a teenager is exactly the muscle my operation needs” he said sarcastically.

”Oh, i’m sorry, i didn’t see the line of people wating to work for you” you said sarcastically.

The Riddler then smirked and said ”You’re in”.

He took you to his lair and introduced to his henchwomen ”Query and Echo” who were dressed as what could only be described as S&M biker chicks.

You went on to become the Riddler’s own sidekick, he gave you the nickname ”Clue”. You had become his close follower as well as one of the only three people who could sass the Riddler without getting shot.

He even let you nickname him ”Eddie”

Though getting this job wasn’t only sunshine and rainbows, it put a bigger target on your back by the authorities. After a botched mission you were arrested and became the youngest person ever sent to Arkham Asylum.

Not that you really deserved to be there you weren’t a mass murdering maniac but your close association to the Riddler probably made people assume you were… that or the judge was feeling extra pissy that day in court.

While in Arkham you met both Penguin and Two Face who offred you a job but you decided to stick by Riddler.

And you were right to do so as he soon broke you out of Arkham.

Then it was back to work…

Two years later…

You, Riddler, Query and Echo had stolen valuables from a museum, that you, Query and Echo were now trying to calculate how much you could sell it for. Meanwhile Riddler was gloating about his genius riddles and traps he had left behind for the dynamic duo to find.

As if on cue Batman and Robin smashed right through the window landing in front of you, Query and Echo. ”Oh, Batsy and Sparrow, what a surprise!” you said sarcastically standing up.

”But an unwelcomed one at that, get him girls” you told the two henchwoman who swiftly attacked the Batman.

”Robin, go get Clue, i’ll take care of these two and find Riddler” Batman commanded his sidekick. The black-haired superhero ran towards you. You grabbed a baseball bat and pointed the end towards Robin. ”Been a while Dove, i’ve missed you”.

”Do you have a list of birds just to avoid saying my name?” Robin asked annoyed. ”You tell me Peacock” you taunted. Robin brought out his staff and you started exchanging blows.

He managed to disarm you from the bat with his staff. So you ran up to him and grabbed his staff and ripped it out of his hand and threw it aside and you continued your fight.

Your fight had brought you to a staircase and you playing dirty as usual pushed him down it. Though unfortunately enough for you he grabbed your jacket and pulled you down with him. When both of you landed at the bottom of the stairs, both of you were now twisting in pain.

”Not my best idea” you said to yourself you said rubbing your forehead in pain. ”You’ve ever had one?” Robin asked equally in pain making you glare at him. ”Can we take like a 3 minute break?” you asked sitting up leaning against a wall. ”Can’t believe i’m agreeing to this but sure” Robin said as he did the same.

Both of you were sweaty and breathing heavily from your fight. ”So… how’s your day been” you asked casually slipping a cigarette in to your mouth and lighting it. ”Your really asking me that?” he asked semi-annoyed and very confused. ”Yeah, why not?, want one?” You asked, offering him a cigarette. He shook his head still very confused how casual you were treating this.

Robin then looked around and stated ”Gotta admit for a secret villain lair this place is quite cozy”. ”Right, Query and Echo decorated it, my room is right down the hallway to the right, they helped me put together an Ikea bed”.

”So i’ll ask again, how was your day?” you asked casually taking another puff of the cigarette. Tim was confused by the casual conversation the two of you were having but maybe this would be a good distraction.

”It was decent, got a coffee, finished some work and you know now i’m here” Tim answered. ”Cool cool” you said blowing some smoke. ”How was your’s?” Robin asked.

”Good, i stole some stuff, it was fun” you said cheerfully and Robin gave what almost sounded like a small chuckle.

You then stared at him and asked with a cigarette between your lips ”Wanna fuck?”.

”What?!” Robin questioned loudly starting to cough from breathing in the smoke. ”Sorry, i just heard Batman gets it on with Catwoman so i assumed you know…” you said putting out the cigarette.

”I mean it’s not like that, you’re attractive and stuff, it’s just you know bad guy and all that stuff…” Robin said making you laugh. ”Yeah, it’s fine Parrot, i get it” you said while laughing. You then stood up ”Well, i gotta get going, bye bye birdy” and you started sprinting through the hallway.

Tim stood up to run after you but you pressed a button on a remote making a bunch turrets appear from the walls targeting him. Tim ran up the stairs the two of you had fallen down as they started shooting. He ran back to the main room where Batman was cuffing Riddler to a chair.

”Did you get Clue?” Batman asked. ”No, he got away” Tim answered disappointed. ”Echo and Query got away too, they’re probably regrouping” Batman explained.

They left as GCPD arrived to take Riddler away and Tim thought back on what Clue had said to him more specifically the ”Wanna fuck?” part, he found himself thinking ”What if i said ”Yes””.

#tim drake x male reader #tim drake x male!reader #robin x male reader #robin x male!reader #red robin x male reader #batman x male reader #dc comics x male reader #dc x male reader #x male reader #x male!reader #batfam x male reader #batfamily x male reader

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riddle-me-ri · 7 months

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been doing a BTAS rewatch, this show is so easy to hyperfixate on!!! <3

anyways, between your BTAS boys—jervis, eddie, ozzie, and jon—who are the tit guys, and who are the ass guys?

(and which enlightened fellas prefer thighs? 😏)

a/n: aahhh an anon of culture I see! And omg you chose the dorkiest, sweetest, most awkward, and loveable (also my favorite) versions of them for this and that makes this so much better, lets go! Also I absolutely tried to just choose one for them, but I see a lot of them still appreciating some thighs!

Content Warning: suggestive dialogue/content, nothing explicit

BTAS Dork Squad and Penguin - Tits, Ass, or Thighs

BTAS Riddler:

mmm…I’m trying not to play favoritism and make him prefer tits because I think have decent tits

Fuck it, I’m doing it, he prefers tits.

However, more than anything, I feel like he’d enjoy hips or waist?

Edward enjoys wrapping arms around them and raking his hands up and down your waist.

And as his hands squeeze and go up your waist, he’ll also teasingly squeeze one of your breasts, just to be the tease that he can be.

BTAS Penguin:

Oswald is an utmost gentleman first and foremost…

However, he is a man nonetheless…a man that prefers thighs actually.

Not that he doesn’t appreciate other parts, but he loves seeing your thighs exposed in the dresses he gives you.

When you sit next to him at a table, whether it’s dinner or a sit down, he enjoys caressing and kneading the plump flesh of your thigh.

BTAS Mad Hatter:

It’s a toss up honestly between tits and thighs.

Like other Jervi, I imagine he’s very much into physical touch and cuddles.

Once he’s comfortable in a relationship, he very much will be into using your chest and thighs as pillows.

Somewhere to rest his head perfectly while getting close and cozy with you.

BTAS Scarecrow:

It may be because he doesn’t want to be overtly obvious to be staring at you…in general

But I see him appreciating a nice ass.

He’ll stare generously behind your back, and be relieved that you have no idea he’s even doing it.

Jon does daydream and fantasizes about the day when he has the confidence to squeeze or pinch your ass.

#ri writes #btas riddler x reader #btas penguin x reader #btas scarecrow x reader #btas mad hatter x reader

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odiesdayoff · 3 months

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So Undercover (2)

pair: Dark!Edward Nashton x fem!reader

summary: You get a little too caught up in an undercover job to unravel the Riddler.

warnings: stalking; intimidation; fear; name-calling; riddler is mean; double life of Edward Nashton/Patrick Parker

Part 1

Patrick’s visits to request records had become much more frequent to the point where seeing him was a weekly ordeal. Not that you minded. You had begun to warm up to the shy man, even moving forward to actually having conversations with him. It was something you started to look forward to.

He leaned against your desk as you scanned the record he wanted. “Are you busy Friday night?” You wanted to cringe at yourself. By his surprised look, you couldn’t tell whether or not that was overstepping in your relationship.

“I don’t think so, why?” He adjusted his glasses, his gaze fixated on you.

You sighed. “I have two tickets to the Gotham Philharmonic. I was supposed to go with this dude I was seeing, but that didn’t work out. Wondered if you wanted to go. With me.”

He stopped you before you could ramble on anymore. “I’d love to.”

You were fixing your lipstick in the mirror when you heard the chime of a new message. Checking who it was from was unnecessary. You already knew.

<?> Pretty girl.

<?> Got a date tonight?

<me> Not really.

<me> Going somewhere with a friend.

<?> I bet he just wants to get in your pants.

<me> That’s not true.

<me> He’s nice.

<?> Maybe I’ll go, too.

<?> You won’t even know it’s me.

<?> Just to make sure Patrick is behaving.

<me> Stay away from him.

<me> He’s innocent.

<?> Row E.

<?> Seats 17 and 18.

<?> Maybe I’ll take seat 19.

<me> I’ll have the police on you immediately.

<?> We’ll see.

He disconnected. Frustrated, you shut your laptop. The only thing you wanted to do was enjoy a night out with a friend and now the looming anxiety of where the serial killer who is seemingly obsessed with you is sitting in your stomach.

You weren’t going to let him ruin your fun. It was bad enough that you didn’t have a real date to go with. Might as well enjoy yourself.

Patrick was waiting outside the doors when you arrived. He wore a black dress shirt and pants, just a little bit more formal than what you were used to. He looked nice. It matched the little black dress you chose to wear. “You look beautiful.” He blushed as he complimented you.

While you took your seats, one eye kept looking around for any man that came close. Any one of them could be the Riddler. Anxiety spiked in your stomach when you saw someone look at you, but they quickly looked away to join their families. “I should probably tell you something.” His words caught your attention. “Most people use my middle name. Edward.”

“Edward? I like that.” The other guests found their seats and the lights began to dim. The Riddler, as far as you knew, hadn’t come. The seats directly next to you and Edward were still empty. The conductor walked on stage and the orchestra began to play.

This was a good idea. Edward’s arm was on the armrest in between the two of your seats. After several minutes of contemplating, you placed your hand on his. He flipped his hand around and intertwined his fingers with yours. You didn’t look at his reaction, but you were smiling.

At the intermission, Edward had left to use the bathroom. You stayed in your seat, allowing yourself to feel the warmth in your stomach that just holding hands brought. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you nearly dropped it once you saw the message.

<?> The trombone solo was beautiful, wasn’t it?

<?> Not as much as you, though.

<?> Sitting all alone.

<?> Did your boy leave?

<me> Where are you?

The Riddler didn’t respond. You looked up from the screen and scanned the room. Any man on a cell phone rang alarm bells in your mind. He was here. In the same room. He knew exactly what you looked like and you were completely in the dark. You didn’t even notice that your hands were shaking.

<me> Please.

<me> Tell me where you are.

<?> Right next to you.

You jumped out of your seat when someone sat in Edward’s seat. You took a deep breath and faced the figure, who turned out just to be Edward. “Woah, are you okay? It looks like you’re on the verge of tears.” He placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

Riddler was just fucking with you. Of course, he was. You shook your head. “Yeah, yeah. Just a little anxious, I guess.”

He took your hand in his. “I’ve got you. Do you want to leave? There’s a diner close by.”

You bit your lip, then nodded. “Yeah.”

In a corner booth at the nearby diner, you and Edward laughed over a basket of fries and milkshakes. “A book?” You tried not to laugh into your straw.

He nodded. “Yeah. Gotham has such an intricate history and I’m piecing together the most important events and incidents. You’d be surprised what you uncover.”

You shrugged. “I believe you. It’s just interesting to see someone so passionate about this city.” You ate a fry, teasing him. Most people that lived in Gotham hated the city. They either loved to complain or were actively saving up to get out. “I just want to thank you for coming tonight. And being so understanding.”

He waved you off. “It’s no problem. I like spending time with you.”

You played with the straw in your milkshake for a moment. “My apartment isn’t that far from here. If you want to, I don’t know, go there?”

“Oh, Y/n. You don’t know how much I want to say yes, but I think you’re too special to move so fast yet. You deserve more than that.” Even though he was rejecting you as gently as possible, it was still a rejection. You tried not to react. “I don’t want this night to be a one-time thing.”

You pursed your lips. “Right. You know, that’s a good idea. We should go on a real date.”

“This doesn’t count?” He raised a brow.

“Well, I mean, kind of. But I haven’t got the chance to learn more about you. I don’t even know what you do as a job.” He knew much more about you than you did him. That was a bit hard considering that he met you at your job. Sure, he was writing a book, but that was a side hustle.

He laughed. “I’m an accountant.”

Back in your bed, you took your makeup off and tossed the wipe in the trash. Now that it was after the fact, maybe it was a good idea that Edward had rejected you. Pure horniness took over, you presumed. He was someone you wanted to have a special night with and not a one-night stand.

You rested your head on your pillow, still wearing your dress. If you hadn’t already laid down, maybe changing into pajamas might’ve been a more feasible option. Sleep was your biggest priority. That was until your laptop chimed.

<?> Surprised you came home alone.

<me> We’re just friends.

<?> Whores like you don’t make friends with men.

<?> He rejected you, didn’t he?

<?> Knew that you were just a slut.

<me> That’s not true.

<?> Don’t get too defensive.

<?> I should show him who you really are.

<me> Stay the fuck away from him.

<me> He’s a good guy.

<me> You wouldn’t know what that’s like.

<?> I wouldn’t?

<me> No.

<?> That’s funny.

<?> He may be a good guy.

<?> But I’m the one you’re dropping your panties for.

You shut your laptop. He had some nerve. Nonetheless, he wasn’t going to ruin Edward for you. He was your chance to actually have a semblance of a normal relationship. Whatever blackmail situationship you had with the Riddler didn’t count.

Your laptop chimed with a new message, one that you ignored. Another. A third. The sound that caught your attention was your apartment door unlocking and creaking open. It was something you knew all too well. Someone was in your apartment.

You shot up. This was Gotham, you really should’ve kept some type of weapon in your bedroom. All you had was yourself. The self-defense classes you took a while back needed to come back to your head. You locked your bedroom door.

Best case scenario: you just get robbed.

Worst case scenario: you get killed.

The person walked slowly, with loud footsteps. Do you try calling the GCPD? No, you worked with them. You, of all people, knew how useless they were. Nervous, you opened your laptop again.

<?> I think you’re getting a little too comfortable.

<?> Maybe I need to come over and teach you a real lesson.

<?> Don’t worry, I have a key.

Your heart sank. He was in your home. He was probably armed. Maybe not with a gun, but he was known to use knives or anything that would do the job, really. There was no doubt in your mind that he’d been there before. His footsteps continued straight towards your bedroom.

His fists slammed against your bedroom door. You weren’t sure how long it might hold him back and you had to do something. He couldn’t win.

You pushed open your window and climbed out onto the fire escape. The harsh mid-April air blew your dress up and littered goosebumps all over your skin. The fire escape didn’t reach all the way to the ground, so you had to jump a couple of feet once you got to the bottom.

It was a bit humbling. You wore slippers with a fancy dress in the middle of an alleyway. Maybe that wasn’t so strange in Gotham considering people terrorized the city in crazy costumes once a week. It was better than being stuck in a room with him.

You dialed the GCPD.

Officer Thompson escorted you back into your apartment about twenty minutes later. It was trashed. Books were thrown from their shelves and clothes from your drawers scattered along the floor. Whether or not it truly was the Riddler that was here, he was mad. What was most important was that he was gone, for now.

It took about an hour to fix the mess he left. All you wanted to do was sleep. You pulled your sheets back on your bed and gasped. Drying cum pooled in the spot where you normally slept.

Sleeping on the couch, it is.

On Monday, your head was everywhere but your job. After the lab came back with no matches to anyone in their database, your evidence was labeled as useless. Riddler probably knew that. Maybe it wasn’t even his and it was another trick he was playing on you. It wasn’t something you particularly wanted to think about.

Thankfully, Annette, your boss, was finally back from her vacation, which brought you to your normal job of sorting and filing the records. It left you in the back office, covered in dust and the occasional paper cut.

“Anything interesting happen while I was away?” She rolled slightly back in her chair, just enough to have a view of you from the open doorway. You did start to miss that nice chair as the back pain from sitting on the floor crept back up your spine.

You shrugged. “Not really. Actually had someone come in and request a record, though.” No way you would mention that you went on a date with that person.

She wasn’t your friend, or close enough to share information with. She’d only complain about her ex-husband and the horrors of dating apps within Gotham City. Even though she was in her early thirties, she loved to act like she was so much superior and older than you were. “Sounds like I missed a party, then.” Sarcasm dripped from her words.

You might as well bite and waste some time listening to her yapping. Silence would only bring your mind back to Him. “How was Disney?”

Annette’s grating voice stopped you in your tracks before you could leave for the day. She had the same pitiful smile that meant she wanted you to do something for her. “The Gotham Public Library called. They said they had some records they wanted to move to the archive.”

“Okay, and?” You didn’t even care if it came off as rude.

She crossed her arms. “I have a doctor’s appointment and you need to pick it up right away. I don’t even have time for you to talk back right now. I’m the archivist, you’re the assistant. Am I getting that wrong?”

You simply nodded. She wouldn’t take no for an answer. “I’ll head over now.”

The Gotham Public Library was probably the most salvageable building in the whole city. People worked hard to make sure it looked nice and was well-stocked with books. It’s really too bad the Gothamites stopped caring about enhancing their knowledge. Well, they probably were distracted by trying to stay alive.

You went straight to the backroom of the library, just as Annette told you to do. Hopefully, the box of records would be there and it would be an easy job. It was almost getting dark out and walking home in a place like Gotham at night was far too dangerous.

The door creaked open and cobwebs fell from the ceiling. You made sure to position a small book to hold the door open. It locked from the inside and if you didn’t have a key, you were stuck in there until a librarian cared enough to answer their phone. The box labeled “GCPD” sat on the opposite wall of the door.

You nearly bumped into the stray mop and cleaning supplies that sat in the middle of the room. Of course, important documents were kept in the janitor’s closet. A glance confirmed that water from the last clean sat stagnant in the bucket.

The box was light as you lifted it, almost as if it were empty. Well, paper couldn’t be that heavy. You backed up to get away from the shelf and your shoe landed on someone else’s. The box fell onto the floor as a gloved hand clasped over your mouth. Your back was pressed against the chest of your assailant.

“Fool me once, shame on me.” The voice was familiar, one that you could never get out of your head. If it weren’t for the mask over his face, you would’ve felt his breath against your neck. “I’ve got to admit, I didn’t think of the fire escape. I guess I underestimated you.”

He kicked the book that held the door open and it slammed shut. Flipping you around, he pushed you against the wall. You tripped over the box of files and fell into it, your ass firmly stuck in the box. “We’re both locked in here now, dumbass.” Your confidence surprised the both of you.

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a key, one he made a replica of, you were sure. If he had so many replicas of keys, then he must’ve either gone to a store or had his own way of doing it. “You are. I came prepared.” You wondered if he planned for you to fall by the way he leaned over and looked down at you. “You still have yet to learn your lesson.”

You tried moving, barely busting the structural integrity of the cardboard box somehow. He pressed his boot against your chest, continuously adding pressure. “You’re no better than the dirt I walk on.” He dragged his boot against your chest, a trail of mud and dirt rubbing off on your blouse. Using his heel, he pulled the box closer. “How do you think I should deal with a pretty little thing like you?”

He knelt down to face you at eye level and pulled a switchblade from his jacket. The blade tickled your skin but didn’t go far enough to cut. “Why don’t I start by dressing you like the whore you and I both know you are?”

The fabric of your shirt was so match for the blade, getting torn to reveal your bra. “I’m not a whore. Just because you think I am doesn’t mean it’s true.” He ignored you, cutting through your pants as well.

“I won’t waste my time with you. I have much better things to do.” He stepped back, now standing. He almost left the room, but not before the bucket caught his eyes. He picked it up, struggling a bit to carry it over to where you sat, then poured it over you. It was barely water at this point, it was brown.

You shut your eyes and mouth, only opening them when you heard the door slam. The cardboard of the box was much easier to move while wet and after a minute or two, it began to disintegrate enough for you to stand. The so-called file that you needed to get was somewhat dry. The most notable thing you saw was a large green question mark.

Tears fell from your eyes as you pulled your phone from your pocket. It was lucky enough that he hadn’t stolen it. The library went to voicemail, as per usual. A little desperate, you pressed Edward’s contact and it began to dial. This wasn’t the most ideal circumstance for a second date, but he was the only one you trusted enough to see you like this. He would never treat you like this.

Part 3

#the riddler x reader #edward nashton x reader #odiesdayoff #the riddler

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 10 months

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Usual Trouble

Characters: Reader x Jason Todd (platonic)

Warnings: Language

Summary: You come back home to a wrecked mansion and an injured Robin.

You pushed the wide, heavy manor doors and wondered why Bruce hadn’t parked his car under the trees like agreed. Then you remembered that the man was off in Metropolis helping Clark and wouldn’t be back for a few days. Tossing the keys onto the hallway table, you smiled - the manor was yours.

Once you had brought in all the groceries, you locked up and then carried the bags to the kitchen. You unloaded the items that needed the cool temperature of the refrigerator but took a tub of the Neapolitan ice-cream. Packing it in another bag, you grabbed two spoons and walked towards Bruce’s study. On the way, you noticed the Ducati laying on its side by the stairs that led to the cellar and fresh set of scratches on its paint and the wall.

Leave it to Jason to stunt his way through the house while you were out running errands. Opening the secret entrance behind the grandfather clock, you made your way down to the Batcave, elevator doors sliding open.

“You know, Bruce asked me to have a chat with you about the Ducati in the house.” You told Jason as you walked. “But I stopped listening when he started listing why.”

You had almost reached the console when you noticed the dark-haired boy leaning against a pillar dressed in his vigilante costume, bloodied, bruised and exhausted. You quickly set the bag down and jogged over to find out what had happened.

“Shit - Jason, what have you done?” You whispered and began the process to assess the damage. He wasn’t supposed to be out in the field unless you or Bruce were informed. The fact that he didn’t listen pissed you off. “What were you thinking?”

Jason chuckled and then winced. “I thought I handled him well.”

You glared at him for a second before pulling a chair for him to sit on. “You’re broken in about four places.” Lifting his hair gently, you shook your head. “And probably concussed. Who did this?”

Averting his eyes to the floor, Jason made his confession. “The Riddler.” But when he saw your eyes widen, he rushed to explain himself. “He almost broke out of Arkham so I shoved his riddling ass back inside. I saved people I should be fucking thanked.”

Sighing, you glanced at the Batcave console. “Wait here.” You instructed and briefly left his side to retrieve the first aid kit. When you returned, you pulled up a second chair and sat opposite him, looking at his injuries again. “Okay, one thing at a time.”

Carefully, you nursed the young Robin back to health and tended to the open wounds. It had gotten awfully quiet for a long time until Jason finally asked the question that was plaguing his mind.

“Are you mad?”

It asked so gently that you wondered if the same hot-headed boy was sitting before you. Shaking your head, you set the tweezers down on the metal tray after extracting the bullet.

“No.”

“Then why did you freak out?” Jason asked defensively.

“Because I worry every time you go out on your own.”

“Why - because you think that I’m weak? That I can’t handle myself out there?” The young boy started to yell and you saw his temper flare up.

In moments like these, you stayed silent until he simmered down in his own time. It didn’t take long for Jason to realise that his tone was out of line and his muscles relaxed, breathing evening out. He didn’t apologise and you didn’t expect one, letting him steer the conversation elsewhere.

“I heard Bruce yelling at you yesterday.” He resumed softly. “After you mentioned my idea to visit Dick in San Francisco.”

You picked up a cloth bandage and began unwrapping it. “He’s always pissed about something.”

“Why back me up? You know every reason why I shouldn’t go.”

You looked up. Despite being beaten by one of Gotham’s most cruel, Jason’s eyes still shone with something special. Placing a hand on his cheek, you tilted your head and sent him a small smile.

“The way that I see it is, if Robin is always out there defending the city then who’s defending Jason?” You questioned.

You were just speaking your truth when, quite suddenly, the young Robin leaned forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, engulfing you in a hug that only got tighter by the second.

Jason gripped the back of your jacket. “All I do is fuck things up.” He said, voice on the verge of tears.

You hugged him a little bit tighter. “In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t care.”

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#theladyofmanyfandoms #theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction #gif is not mine #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #titans imagine #titans x reader #jason x reader #jason imagine

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cannedbeefaroni · 8 months

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What would Edward Nashton think of a goth girl? I want some headcannons (nsfw too if you would like)🖤

I actually put the song creepy girls by ghost town on my playlist for him so this is very fitting for me

(I'm sorry if this is inaccurate or offensive to goth people i'm not goth myself i'm a humble emo)

I think Eddie would be alternative himself. Though I think he’d be more of a metalhead or emo, he just doesn’t dress like it. I feel like when he was a kid he was drawn to that kind of music because he was taught it was “devil music”

He would find goths gorgeous. He’d be a little jealous of their confidence in dressing however they want. When seeing someone attractive he can’t help but stare, which has probably had people creeped out by him.

I think it would be cute if he met a goth while at a vintage shop, browsing for vinyls and cds. They’d work there and be super helpful and sweet to him, making him a bashful mess.

He’d shyly compliment their outfit and makeup, and they’d call him cute in response. He would die.

He asks what music they’d recommend, and they beam with excitement as they pick out an album for him, insisting it’s their favorite of all time. Imma say it's The Eternal Deep by Mephisto Walz

He’d take it home and listen to the cd obsessively, knowing it’s a piece of them. It’s a glimpse into their personality. He’d fantasize about them while dozing off to the music. The one song he can't stop thinking about is I Wanna Be Your Dog

He’d frequent that shop a lot more just to see them. They’d become friends, and soon enough they’d ask him out. He would be an absolute mess over it, and they’d think his shyness is adorable.

I think they’d naturally take the lead in the relationship, being the one who initiates most of the affection. A simple peck on the lips would turn him beet red.

They’d tease him a lot, knowing they can get a reaction. He loves it but he would never admit it.

During their first makeout session, Edward would quickly learn he really really likes having lipstick marks left all over him, but he’d be apologetic over ruining their makeup, which he finds so beautiful.

He’d be a mega bottom for them for sure. They’d be a bit of a brat in bed, teasing and degrading him a lot mixed in with cute sweet praises. They’d call him “good boy” “good puppy” and it would drive him crazy

They’d ask him to top just for once, and he flips like a switch, going full on Riddler mode. Definitely a lot of brat taming and man handling going on. They’d love it, but be shocked at this new side of him.

Personally I think they should put him on a leash and order him around like a dog. also edge him until he's so painfully eager and cant stop himself from spilling into them dfsjdfsjdsj

they'd jokingly say "bark for me" and he'd do it without hesitation and they'd laugh because they didn't expect him to actually do it

im an edward nashton puppy boy truther

#IM SORRY IF THIS SHIT IS TOO NASTY AND KINKY #edward nashton #paul dano riddler #dano riddler #edward nashton x reader #riddler x reader #the riddler #danocel #danonation #edward nashton smut #riddler smut

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rhinexstone · 1 year

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Dick realizing that he and Bruce go to pride every year and that when Bruce is in drag he isn’t in an actual disguise

One summer day little Barbra visits the Wayne manor with rainbow bead necklace and chintzy rainbow sunglasses. Of course, she got them at pride and Dick immediately bursts into the batcave after she leaves and demands they go too.

“We already do, every year,” Bruce doesn’t look up from his paper.

“WHAT?!” Dick couldn’t believe that they went to the amazing parade Babs went to without noticing.

“We went as civilians and in masks, why do you think I wore that dress?” Bruce folded his paper and pulled his attention to Dick.

“I thought…I thought you were pretending to be a villain, like it was an undercover thing.” Dick started to work through his memories of Bruce annually caking his face in makeup and body in padding while putting on a persona similar to Brucie Wayne.

“I was in drag. When someone dresses as a grandiose caricature of gender in a playful way. Do you think everyone in drag is a villain?” Bruce stood up from his chair and knelt in front of Dick. Clearly something Dick was saying was wrong.

“Well, no, but…” Dick felt his face get hot in embarrassment, “you danced with Harley Quinn when she had those mutton chops? And a lot of villains were there too,”

Bruce let out an exhale, “she was a drag king, and she and I danced because she thought I was Bruce Wayne in drag. And yes, a lot of the people we usually fight were there, but did they do anything wrong?”

“The riddler broke a lot of open container laws—“ Dick pointed out.

“Outside of that. Did they hurt anyone or take advantage of anything?”

Dick thought for a moment. “No,”

“Then they don’t need to be stopped. They’re just out there living. And that’s why we patrolled the event beforehand, when they were setting up. Some people don’t like others minding their business, and those are the people we were out searching for. Not Harley, or Riddler, or any of the people we usually fight.” Bruce put his hand on Dicks shoulder, “now do you that when we’re there as civilians we’re there to have fun? We’re not undercover, not scoping the scene, just there for ourselves and the people we care about?”

Dick took a moment to process what Bruce just said. “…okay. So does that mean I get to have beads like Babs?”

“Yes, yes it does,” Bruce patted Dicks shoulder and returned to his chair.

#batfam #brucie wayne #bruce Wayne #dick grayson #richard grayson #Batman #nightwing #Robin dc #dc comics

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fallenangels1987 · 8 months

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lets face it. the joker sucks as a batman villain. everybody thinks hes good because hes got a cool character design and hes been around since forever and writers keep trying to make him good, but in concept alone he fails to tap into any of the central themes or intrigue of batman, and nor does he reflect any of bruces internal conflict. really, the only use the joker has ever had was creating harley quinn, but now shes an entirely separate character from him so any short-lived relevance he may have had with her is gone. but contrary to what some may think, i dont think the joker should die. that decision would be a big deal and he'd be so dramatic about it, we'd have an entire plotline dedicated to it.... no one wants that. no one wants to see his stupid joker face for longer than physically necessary. it would also be reversed by the next reboot. no, we need a plan to make him irrelevant. more so than he already is, i mean.

first, we have batmans rogues gallery do a drag race. whos judging? poison ivy and the riddler. its green-themed. but see this is genius. cuz who hates the joker more than poison ivy and the riddler? yeah, harley quinn, who is not in attendance cuz she knows whats about to happen. in fact, she planned this, and shes using this as her cover to mess around with selina and try to convince her to be harley and pams third again. it wont work, but the dedication and jakey-haterism is commendable.

the drag race itself is not the focus, however. see, the entire thing has been set up to generate the most drama possible. everyone except for the joker has received invitations that say the show (which is being live broadcast to an unwilling audience of 150,000, all of whom thought they were watching the morning news up until 5 minutes ago, and found themselves unable to switch the broadcast off) will be recording their every move, so they better be on their worst behavior. the joker, unbeknownst to this, is being his usual asshole self, but not even in a fun conniving way, just in the regular asshole way.

at some point, he starts a fight. tensions are already high and hes the fucking joker. just let him dig his own grave here. he starts a fight and his (already shitty, i should add) outfit gets torn. now he has to spend all of his time that should be spent on makeup on fixing the stitching of this dress, and its going awful, and hes been forcibly removed from the makeup/costume making zone so hes just sitting on the stoop outside with a single spool of thread trying to fix this poofy ass dress. soon enough hes got 5 minutes left on the clock and hes still not finished, so hes like fuck it! im just gonna do my makeup and hope for the best. the makeup is atrocious, predictably, he doesnt even get to finish the eyeliner, but he tries to go back inside nonetheless. oops, he got locked out! thank you, tetch. now hes gotta go through the front, all the while trying not to get dirt on this dress which is falling apart on top of him, knowing full well poison ivy and the riddler and the rest of the queens are making fun of him for being late.

he gets back in. by this point, hes sweating like a damn hog, his makeup is running, but hes HERE. he sees amygdala preparing to go down the runway. no no no, the JOKER cant have that. the joker cant have anyone stealing his rightfully earned spotlight. he pushes amygdala out of the way and waits for the go-ahead.

poison ivy and the riddler look confused and disturbed, then whisper to one another for a moment. they turn back toward him.

"didnt we already escort you off the premises like, half an hour ago?" the riddler asks.

"yeah, you weren't supposed to come back," poison ivy says. "that's the point of having henchmen take you out."

they argue about this for a while until joker is thrown out again. the public vote gives him a pitiful 1%.

after that, hes a laughing stock! nobody likes him! hes just the guy who couldnt take a hint even after he was kicked out of a building! he resigns in disgrace and moves to rural ohio where he becomes a gas station attendant. and THAT is how we get rid of the joker.

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syresdcthings · 6 months

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OK, picture this.

Gotham totally capitalises the fuck out of their villains, there's no arguing about it. They make all sorts of stuff, tshirts, figurines, posters... But most importantly, Onesies.

Now why do I think this would be a wonderful idea? Well just imagine Damian Wayne, 14 years old, playing dress up with Harley while she forces him to put on the onesie of herself she bought for 5$. Damian acts like he hates it too but he wears it everytime he goes to bed because it's "just comfier than my other clothes."

Even better! Throw some other people in there. Riddler and Catwoman sitting around Damian as Harley makes him try on every onesie she could find for cheap. Plus, Harvey begrudgingly sitting in the corner muttering something about lawsuits and copyright infringement, but really he's angry there weren't any Two Face onesies in his size.

FUCK IT, ADD SOME OF THE BATFAM! It's a night of fun where the rouges and the heros have a competition to see who has the best onesie design, and in the end Damian says the design of his own robin costumes onesie is best.

#dc #batman #batfam #damian wayne #dc rouges #harley quinn #its a vision #ive had it for a while now #imagine Bruce walking in on Damian wearing a Joker Onesie #domestic dc

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finniestoncrane · 1 year

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How would each of the Riddlers ask for your hand in marriage, and what would the wedding be like? 💍💒

Marriage

Riddler Headcanons ok so i don't think they would all be on board, but i think they could be persuaded, if not for nefarious or sneaky reasons u-u wanna make them all my malewives i swear, sister wives if you will 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: some suggestive things

dano

he has so many ideas for a proposal!!

he could have bombs go off around the city, spelling it out!

he could have some rats bring it to you in their little paws!

he could spell it out in the blood of the corrupt gotham elite!

all very romantic and creative gestures

and he'll live stream your wedding!

a quiet affair, just you, eddie and the judge he's holding hostage

a public marriage will really show everyone who said he was a loser

arkham

he is 100% only marrying you if the situation calls for it

and not romantically, more financially or for the sake of visitation

since only spouses are permitted private 'meetings'

don't assume that your conjugal visits will be hot and sweaty

you're there to conspire with him and plan his escape

also he will marry someone out of spite

but there won't be a proposal

more a sort of vague suggestion and then a certificate to sign

gotham

you really have to want to marry him

because only then will you be able to focus your energy

otherwise his little treasure hunt for the ring will bore you to death

but he's so excited because he loves riddles, and questions

and "will you marry me?" is the best question!

the wedding will be so sweet, so vintage, so fun

swing music for your first dance obviously

but there's always a chance oswald will gatecrash

btaa

it would take him a while to admit that you were too good to let go

luckily miss tuesday is on side to convince him to propose

with a spouse, that means less work for her to do

you can bet the proposal will be creative, artistic... criminal

a grand gesture, perhaps involving a helicopter

which you two can then make a grand escape in

officiant waiting on board as you make your getaway

you don't want to spend your honeymoon in the conjugal rooms

capullo

he would get married, sure

it would make him look better, like someone wanted him

not that people don't want him, but a binding contract

that might be necessary for someone like him

he's not having a wedding though

he'd like to be able to keep his options open

not make a public statement that he's off the market

OH COME ON HE'S KIDDING come back, please marry him

young justice

definitely going to need you to propose

there's absolutely no way he'd have the confidence to do it

why would someone like you ever say yes to someone like him?

but that's ok, because he's adorable

and you'd do anything to keep him forever

it'll be a small wedding, too many people makes him nervous

mabye you could elope!

that way he can get to the sweet kisses and hugs and other stuff sooner

telltale

marriage for him is more of a comfort arrangement

he needs someone to look after him in his old(er) age

but if you annoy him less than other people

he'd be keen to make sure you stick around as long as possible

the wedding would be a very traditional one

but he'll insist that you don't wear anything "virginal white"

that's a treat to himself, an inside joke

making sure everyone knows he's already had his way with you

twojar

he absolutely loves the idea of having a spouse

someone to come home to, to spoil, to take trips with

also, it would be good to have something to use when begging

"please, i have a wife, don't beat me batman"

just enough that he can distract him before smacking him

i think it's the shirtless thing

but he's definitely a beach wedding guy

white linen pants, matching shirt wide open, bare chested "i do's"

unburied

an excuse to be the centre of attention?

to get dressed up and look like a fancy little gentleman?

for people to bring him gifts and say nice things to him?

yeah, sign him up!

get ready for the most eddie-centric, expensive affair ever

he won't propose though, he's not the begging type

he's malewife material, a kept husband if you will

and he'll reject you if the ring isn't big enough too

#finnie writes #riddler x reader #riddler x you #riddler headcanon #ridler scenario #gotham riddler #arkham riddler #young justice riddler #dano riddler #zero year riddler #batman unburied riddler #bu riddler #telltale riddler #twojar riddler #riddler #the riddler #btaa riddler

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sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee · 11 months

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How would Riddler, Scarecrow, and Hatter (your fave iterations) react to their s/o sending them suggestive pics while they're out or on a job?

"Salacious" BTAS Scarecrow, Zero Year Riddler and Arkham Mad Hatter x reader

oh how dare you ask my favorite iterations. That's so HARD. I think my favorite iteration of scarecrow might be BTAA, but I'm not comfortable writing him yet- so BTAS. Riddler it's a toss-up between Zero Year and BTAS. Hatter is between Arkham and BTAS. If I was answering this on a different day of the week the favorite Riddler might change, I love that man and all his forms.

OKAY. coin flip- Zero year Riddler and Arkham Hatter. Obviously if anyone wanted different versions of this prompt please feel free to send it!

TW: NSFW, little fear kink

BTAS Scarecrow

He almost drops his phone. It wouldn't be the first time. In fact, he's chastised you to not do this- if for no other reason than you being personally responsible for three cracks across the beaten up phone screen. He clicks his tongue and frowns.

He chooses not to respond. It's a game for him. Not to show he's angry, no, but to keep you on that little precipice of fear. Since he is possibly the worst at returning texts anyways, you likely won't put too much thought into it. But he is thinking. Brewing. As soon as he's done with his business...

Jonathan purposely chooses to stay in costume. Whichever costume might be your favorite. He uses his key to your shared home... quietly. Oh-so-quietly that you might barely be able to detect someone there. And he sees you, skimpy dressed and waiting by the phone for a response. Your back turned to him.

You jump a little at his hand grasping your jaw from behind, his other on your abdomen. The rough material of his mask kissing your neck. His voice is almost a growl, "Didn't I tell you not to distract me while working?"

Your own voice is coy, "I just missed you, that's all." The way your heart races gets his blood flowing other places than his brain.

His hand drops low between your legs, making you squirm, "Then I suppose a lesson is in order on listening, wouldn't you agree? If you listen... you might just finish tonight."

"And if not...?"

"Well. I'll still enjoy myself."

Zero Year Riddler

The smug look that goes over his face. His dear Aphrodite/Adonis? Sending him a token of their favor? If he wasn't occupied... well. You might be getting a little something back. Alas. He sends you a note to keep your eyes on the news. And not to get dressed.

His grand plan to heist Gotham is like most- showy, theatrical and the cops are five steps behind. Batman three. What you hadn't been expecting was a gesture in your honor, your name in literal lights. He'd managed that rather quickly.

See, in his mind, he expects to hide the cash, get home and find you posed on his bed waiting for him. It's not a lot to expect, is it? Even if it's not exactly to the mental picture, however, he can hardly wait to see you. Investigate any potential lingerie up close.

"And just what were you expecting, hm? A treat? Some great reward for showing what I already know to be mine?" He grins wide as his hands caress your legs, "A silver tongue? Shh, shh, it's alright. That's exactly what you're going to get. So why don't you spread these gorgeous thighs and give me your best high note?"

You are going to be quite the mess by the time he's done with you. And then he's going to fuck you until all you can think of is his name.

Arkham Mad Hatter

Oh-ho! He's in a giggling fit as the picture flashes up on his phone. Due to his head in the clouds behavior a lot of people assume he'd be useless with a phone. On the contrary, he's too good with it. Messaging you all kinds of nasty things-

Then he's interrupted by the goon he's working with. Oh, right. Suddenly this all seems so boring in comparison to what he could be doing. How droll it would be to give it all up and go see his dearest Alice immediately! ...But unfortunately this plot took far too much planning and preparation to simply throw away.

He's almost pouting the whole time, it's sad. Sending you filthy limericks to preview all the things he wants to do to you once he's home. You very well might get a hasty, slightly blurry photo of his dick if you get him riled enough. Tufts of his brown-red hair at the base, his hand cradling the shaft.

"Enough to make your mouth water, isn't it, you wicked creature..." He texts to you. Considering the almost Pavlovian hold he has on some of his partners, that could be exactly what you're experiencing. Send him more photos to keep his night exciting!

When he does get home, he's going to be tearing any scrap of clothing off of you. It's fine, he can fix it or make something new later. Right now he wants you begging on your knees, prepping for his cock inside of you.

#btas scarecrow #zero year riddler #arkham mad hatter #foxwriting #x reader #smut

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lonleywriters-blog · 9 months

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Hiiiii Can I please request the riddler/edward nygma with a morticia addams like girlfriend?,like those two are the definition of a green flag,never giving up on each other and are rather flamboyant with their pda and romance that it's not considered too inappropriate lol,his girlfriend always wearing long dark dresses with her hair always down and wavy 😉, they always communicate and are always there for each other whenever they feel like they are their lowest 🖤💚💚🖤💚🖤💚

Ahh yes I love this darling

Edward Nygma with Morticia Adams like Girlfriend

He is so desperately in love with you

He loves when you wear a V neck black dress

You always look so good next to his green suit

He melts every time his lips touch your skin

Loves kissing your hands, arms, check, and lios in public

Making out in front of people, but no one can say anything because he's the riddler

Everyone knows that you are his one love

It's a unspoken rule no one messes with either of you

Unless they want to fight the other

Edward loves brushing your hair

Edward braids your hair into one long braid in the back so you can sleep

He wants to help it stay out of your eyes

When you go out to a super fancy dinner Eddie wears a black tie to match your dress

Spoils you with jewelry and dresses

He gets you a necklace with a large black diamond as the middle crest

Massaging your feet after a night walking in heels

Weekly date nights out switching who plans it

You guys commonly fall asleep doing deep pillow talks

Weekly debriefs and you always talk over dinner

Massaging his shoulders while he is working on puzzles

Monthly puzzle nights

He loves to have horror movie marathons with you

#gotham x reader #edward nygma x reader #Edward Nygma x Morticia Adams reader

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short-skirt-longjackett · 7 months

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Renewal Isn't A Lie Anymore pt. 9

(i'm back from the dead- and I think it's appreciated and appropriate if I started off with my most popular series lol)

-Edward Nashton x gn! reader

-warnings: canonical violence, some talk of nsfw, something a little hurtful ;)

While Bruce ran around Gotham looking for clues that would bring him closer to The Riddler, he was also looking for you. He knew he fucked up with you, but maybe he can salvage this relationship...Or would you just end up as brainwashed as The Riddler?

While Batman chased his own tail, Edward kept with carrying his plan. Though you two were now unlikely lovers and not exactly in a relationship, he didn't share any of his plans with you. He didn't want you involved. But you very much were since you were now his fuck buddy.

You laid in an empty bed. You just woke up from an exciting night with The Riddler. You sat up and looked out the window, viewing the gloomy and depressing city below. You looked around the messy room, clearly Edward left for work.

Getting up out of his bed, you shuffle around the cold apartment. Making your way to the kitchen, you noticed a small note.

'Gone to work, have a good day love'

You smiled, placing the sticky note on his fridge. From the top of your brain, you had nothing to do today expect go to pay your respects to now deceased Don Mitchell Jr. Though you never liked him, you felt for his family. He left behind a wife and a son, you only could imagine how hard it is for them. You obviously know Edward caused this...Though you liked Edward...You could only imagine what he could do to you if you ever went back to Bruce...or even talked back to him once. Edward was more than capable to kill you and make an example out of you, and you knew he would if he didn't like what you were doing or saying.

As you dressed, you think about the previous night. How he touched you, how he fucked you...You blush as you dressed in your all-black attire. You check yourself in the bathroom before you exit his apartment and make your way to the church.

When you got the church, immediately the press took photos of you. How you showed up with Bruce, how you kept your head down as you walked pass...You knew they would make this funeral an article on how you're no longer going out or being seen with Bruce. As you walked through the door, all eyes were on you. But you only kept your eyes forward, seeing the large flower arrangements on both sides of the casket.

As you made your way, you saw Bruce being spoke to by the new Mayor, who won by default. Though he stayed silent, you could tell by his body language he did not want to be there or spoken to.

'He looks skinner...He isn't eating' you thought. He turned and noticed you, freezing at your presence. You also didn't know how to feel seeing him. He awkwardly pushes through people to get to you, making your mouth go dry with anxiousness.

"Hi..."

"Hello Bruce.."

Was that all you could muster up? After all this time that's all you could say? You nervously look up him. He looked depressed, he always looked that way but this time it was different. "Y/n...Could we talk after this...? I don't want you to run off..." he said quietly, just above a whisper.

"Fine, we can..." you said, struggling to make eye contact. "I got a video of you last night...A certain video of you with..." God he couldn't even finish that sentence. Your eyes grew in shock. Oh god, he sent that to him? Maybe because you were in a horny daze you couldn't process anything he was saying, you didn't know that he was going to send it to him.

"I don't know...how he got with you or got to you...But I need to make sure you're okay," he said, soon looking up to make eye contact with a young boy that was the mayor's son. As you spoke, he then turned to look up at the floor above him. Though he wanted to listen to you, something felt off. He saw a silhouette of a man..but who?

You notice him not paying attention, "Bruce, did you just hear anything I said,,?" you said quietly, but clearly annoyed. You noticed where his eyes were, so you follow...But see nothing. "Bruce, what's wrong?" You whispered again.

As the gospel music played, a crash was soon heard. A car managed to crash into the building. Everyone screamed and moved out the way. As you saw Bruce run to protect the child. You felt a presence snatch you from the back, place something large, cold, heavy, and metal around your neck. What the hell? As you tried to look down, your hands roaming what was just put on you, your eyes widen. There was a bomb now attached to you by the said metal device. Start to freak out, people that were around you now ran away from you as quickly as they can. As you scramble to look who was the culprit and who could help, your mind only went to one person...Edward. Only someone of his genius could make something like this.

You started to tear up, trying to get the device off of you. "Is this a fucking saw trap?!" You yelled, tears now flowing from your face. Was this how you were going to die? Was this your resting place?

Was everything with Edward a ploy for this exact moment?

As you cried, Bruce looked over at your now crying figure. He internally freaked out as he saw you crying. As everyone ran out, some staying to see what was in the car. A man soon stepped out with the same device around his neck, only he looked more beat up. he had a card stepped to his chest and a phone taped to his hand, an unknown number calling the phone. The man looked just as panicked as you did. Soon police escorted everyone out, leaving you and this man alone with a casket in an empty church.

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You and the man sat there in silence for what seemed to be hours. You tried to hold back your tears, you felt so many emotions that you couldn't even let out. The police sent in a small device to keep an eye on both of you as police stood at the entrance, guns and shield held up.

The man who sat across from you stay silent, tape over his mouth that simply read "No more lies". To the police chiefs and investigators, they were confused on why you were brought into the situations. You never took up bribes, you never lied on your promises. Hell, you made everything better. Was he just using you as an example on no matter good or bad, the rich must be taken out? Or were you hiding something? Soon, the phone rang again...and again.

Out of the shadows, Batman came out and approached you both. You both felt relief, more of him than you. Bruce looked down at you, looking at your face stained with tears. Even with your tears, you still look at beautiful as the day he met you. Bruce wanted to caress your face, tell you it would be okay and bring you home. But he knew he couldn't.

He took the tape off the mans face, soon answering the phone. You heard the Riddler talking to Batman, heard him talking about chances and how he was never given one. But now Batman has a chance to make everything right. As he spoke to your husband, he then spoke to Colson about riddles and how they were his retreat.

"Now...place the phone to my sweet angel...Y/n.." he demanded, the man showing the screen to reveal your disheveled look. You could barely look up at the screen to face him...

He betrayed you, used you as a pawn to make a statement...

"My darling, loving, caring angel...You are always so kind. You never lie...yet here you are in this predicament. Now, my sweet...I want you to answer three riddles. Three riddles and I'll set you free. You have two minutes...Are you ready?" he asked, trying to come off as a sweet and caring guy.

You simply nodded, taking in a sharp breath as you hear the beeping of the bomb go off. You had to make this count, even though you knew Edward loved you...he wouldn't hold back.

"What can you break of mine even if you never pick it up or touch it?"

"Your heart..."

"Good job! Now...What can fill a room...but takes up no space?" he asked, almost seeming he was giving you easy ones on purposes. You knew deep down he didn't want you to die.

"..Love.." you answered, seeming more agitated at the fact of why you are here. He wanted to use you to make a statement. As you answered, Bruce felt his jaw clench. He knew the Riddler fucked you, even had feelings for you. But at this point he was openly flirting and professing his love to you right Infront of him. Bruce knows he messed up with you. But maybe this could bring you together once he saves you both.

"You're so good at this Y/n! And they say public schools doesn't teach people anything..." he joked, but you weren't having it. You were beyond pissed.

"Now, 1 minute and 1 more riddle...I can be offered. A very important part of a relationship, I survive when it is true. What am I?" he asked, this one crawling underneath your skin.

"Loyalty.." you said, clearly pissed off. You were loyal to Bruce, then he slept with his crime partner, Selina, behind your back...Then you gave it to Edward, who was now sitting here, asking you riddles while your life depends on it.

You knew nothing of true loyalty.

As he congratulated you, the contraption fell off. It was freeing. You shot up, your hands feeling your neck area. It was so light now...As you felt tears of happiness and fear come up, your instincts lead you to hug Bruce. As you cried, spewing nonsense of 'thank god' and 'holy shit', you held tightly onto Batman.

Bruce instantly held you back, rubbing your back as you cried into his chest. He didn't want to let you go, and you clearly weren't going to let go anytime soon. He viewed you neck, it was read and bloody from the metal rubbing against your neck all he could give you right now was a small "it's okay".

You heard Bruce help the man answer his tougher riddles. You saw as he tried denying taking brides. Bruce set you aside as he stepped closer to him. Your breath was short as you listened to the bomb tick more and more. Before you knew it, Bruce used his body as a human shield to block you from the explosion. Bruce took the brunt of the explosion for you, protecting your body. Was this way to say sorry?

As you groaned in pain, Bruce whispering in your ear

"It's okay baby, I'm here..."

"You're safe, I'll bring you home.."

All you could do was just listen, you felt so weak. Your eyes closed as police ran in, only hearing yelling for a few faint seconds but nothing.

#danonation #paul dano #edward nashton x gn reader #edward nashton x gn!reader #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton #the riddler x reader #the riddler #batman 2022

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ominous-auburn-orbs · 4 months

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TADC Gotham Rogues AU

I know, a digital circus au, completely unheard of and original, but I was dressing the cast up as batman villains and liked the designs so much I've decided to make it its own au. This is not something that happened of my own free will, mind you. The demons forced my hand.

I don't have everyone so far, as I still haven't assigned villains to Kinger and Zooble, and I haven't drawn Jax as the Creeper yet, so if any of you have ideas on what to do with those two it would be highly appreciated.

Anyway, here's the designs and some paragraphs on the current stories I have for them.

First up is Gangle as Two Face! Her design is probably my favourite so far.

Once a respected lawyer, Gangle is a dangerous criminal with an obsession with pairs and an inability to make decisions without her beloved coin. Before that, she was a mayoral candidate and looking to properly expose the Falcone crime family. Rather miraculously, a man who used to work with the Falcones was willing to make a full confession, first to her and then in court. When the court date rolled around, however, he denied ever working with the Falcones at all, making Gangle look a fool.

Her temper was something she had always tried to keep from the press, knowing what it would do to her reputation. It came in the form of her second mask, which while seeming happy, expressed a severe desire for revenge and a sadistic joy. This mask was getting closer to showing the more she pressed the man to fully confess. Suddenly, he cried to the security guards to attack, causing them to jump her and break her mask into dust and tear apart her ribbons.

Unbeknownst to the people in the court, the Falcones had managed to replace the court's guards with their own to attack and hopefully kill Gangle. While they were arrested and Gangle survived, her mask could not be put back together. She never recovered physically nor mentally, her duelling personalities now having to occupy the same body at the same time. She did everything right, and still suffered. Law held no justice. Justice held no law. Someone's fate may as well be left to the simple toss of a coin.

Caine plays the role of the Riddler, although a bit less narcissistic than the original. He's also not an AI here, as this au is set in the 'real world', but more in a 'Who Framed Roger Rabbit' sense. (Humans and cartoony creatures occupying the same world)

Caine did his best to thrive in whatever workplace he could, thinking his abnormally high IQ would surely make life a breeze for him. However, his lack of money made things very difficult for him. He wasn't close with any higher-ups, his constant insistence on changing and improving ideas was found annoying, and his high intelligence was far less appreciated by his co-workers than he thought it would be.

Left alone with his genius and desire for power and respect, he turned to making gadgets of his own, selling them to gain money for more materials to make more overly complicated machines. Alas, he was plagued by his desire to show off and prove himself, so his contraptions became more violent as he turned to selling to the many crime leagues of Gotham. The public barely ever understood his perfectly mind-bending creations, anyway.

Caine was lonely, though, in his brilliance, so he decided to set up what seemed like a harmless intelligence test online, recruiting the top five performers to meet him for one final test. He put them through puzzle after puzzle, watching how they worked under stress and timers, and how they managed with his adventures. To his disappointment, none survived.

Ready to accept being alone at the top, and relatively unaffected by the deaths considering how little of a purpose those victims ended up serving, he was unexpectedly found and apprehended by police. A certain mob boss he had sold some of his best torture devices to had ratted him out in an attempt to lessen his own sentence.

Thrown in Arkham Asylum, Caine realised that this was the path he had to take. Society wasn't ready for his genius. They simply couldn't fathom using it for good, if at all. Perhaps if he showed just how dangerous it could be, his intelligence would finally be given the respect it deserved.

Next, there's Ragatha as the Ventriloquist. I decided to use Terrible!Ragatha as a replacement for Scarface, who was originally created by @obamerzslop ! I highly recommend checking out his au's, they're what indirectly convinced me to make this. She admittedly doesn't really have T!Ragatha's personality, but she does keep the design.

Ragatha is a meek and relatively gentle woman, her talent for altering and throwing her voice giving her some very good job opportunities in entertainment. Unfortunately, she was always haunted by a voice in the back of her mind. It wanted power. It wanted bloodshed. It was a part of her, yet the two couldn't be more different.

Unable to bare it any longer, Ragatha stole some materials from the studio she worked in and built her own puppet, made from wood and rags. When she was building it, she finally relented to her separate personality and let it control her. It was going to be its body, so it deserved a say in it.

Looking down at the puppet, Ragatha's mind felt less crowded. She put it on her hand, and it immediately started speaking. The puppet now held her separate personality, speaking in its voice. Ragatha thought that maybe now it would be less bloodthirsty, the body being a gift of sorts that would appease it. If anything, the personality got worse.

Going by the name of Dollface, the puppet quickly took control of Ragatha's life. She was a servant to her now. That was when she was forced into a life of crime, serving the now mafia boss, Dollface, and her greedy pursuit of power. Many have made the mistake of claiming the two are the same. That Dollface is a mere puppet that Ragatha could simply remove. None make that mistake twice, as they typically don't live long enough to do so.

Finally, it's Pomni as the Great White Shark. These villains keep getting progressively more obscure- Whilst she is far more threatening, this Pomni does still obey cartoon logics and physics, much to her displeasure. A part of that is her teeth becoming sharp when stressed/angry, which is why they're always like that now.

Pomni started out as a low-level criminal, pleading insanity at her court case to avoid being sent to prison. Miraculously, it was allowed, although now she thinks it was less because they believed her insane, but more because they thought it would be a good show of the consequences for such lies.

Rather naively, Pomni assumed the insanity of the inmates at Arkham Asylum would make them easy to manipulate, ready to be lead by someone with their head on straight yet an equal desire for chaos and power. She was too confident that she would get respect as 'the Great White Shark', or even be feared. She couldn't have been more wrong.

The prisoners in Arkham tormented her, never letting her forget that she had chosen this hell that they were locked in. It was absurd to have a sane person amongst Gotham's criminally insane, anyway, and they just couldn't stand for that.

As much as she begged, Pomni was given no mercy from the authorities, being written off as just as insane as she had claimed to be in court that day. Over the course of her stay, she began to break more and more, needing a way out before she lost herself completely.

One day, some prisoners organised an escape. Pomni scrambled to leave with them, but was quickly pushed aside. Since they knew how weak she was, she was ignored by the guards, but not by the inmates. In order to completely get her out of the way, she was thrown in the large freezer where most of Mr Freeze's items and weapons were kept. Unfortunately, the weapons were removed first, leaving her with no way out.

Frostbite began to set in. Her nose froze and fell off. She lost a finger on each hand as well as parts of her lips. Her skin turned blue. Eventually, when Mr Freeze was recaptured, one of the police officers went to put his weapons away. That was when they found her.

Pomni had finally snapped. Rather than thank the officer like she once might have done, she pushed through her frozen blood and knocked him down, tearing apart his flesh with her sharpened teeth. She couldn't do much because of her state at the time, but it did mean she was finally viewed as a threat. Her title as the Great White Shark was finally being used. She had lost her mind, but had become far more formidable than she was before. The next time they escaped, she fought her way through. While she is now relatively business-oriented, that violent anger is always there, waiting for the water to be tainted with blood.

That's all I've got for now, which was really long whoops-

I'm pretty proud of this, and hopefully I never make another because good god. This is a lot.

#tadc au #batman #gotham rogues #the amazing digital circus #tadc caine #tadc pomni #tadc ragatha #tadc gangle

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dyns33 · 1 year

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The transfer

A Bruce Wayne x female cop being soulmates.

I was too tired to reread and check all my English mistakes, sorry !

Y/N didn't ask to be transferred to the Gotham City Police Department.

Some of her former colleagues said it must have been a mission, because she was a good cop, talented and with integrity, the kind of cop that Gotham seemed to need. Others said it was a punishment, because she was too good and too honest, scaring some who wanted to get rid of her.

Y/N decided to believe it was fate when she met Bruce Wayne.

After all, it was always fate when two soulmates met.

There had been an attempted break-in at the Wayne Tower, the residents had been able to scare the burglar away, but the housekeeper had been very scared, the butler was just getting out of the hospital, and the owner was someone importantly, so several police officers had been sent to the scene to check that they were no longer at risk.

Y/N didn't know Gotham at all. She hadn't really cared about it, except the crime rate, and the neighborhood she had moved to. She only knew some her new colleagues, especially Jim Gordon and Ramirez.

It was a shock to meet Bruce Wayne. An honor according to Ramirez, who seemed to admire the man from afar.

"Hello... I'm Agent Y/N Y/L/N.", she introduced herself shyly, looking the man in the eye, as she was taking the statement from Mr. Pennyworth and his boss.

The one she thought was her soulmate looked at her too, before lowering his eyes without saying anything. His butler answered all her questions, then he thanked her for her kindness, before accompanying his master to his room.

Bruce Wayne didn't look at her a second time.

Returning to the station, Y/N tried to persuade herself that he was in shock. It could be difficult to meet his soulmate under such circumstances, and he might need time. Or it wasn't the right Bruce Wayne.

She didn't think about it for a while, especially after meeting the Batman.

It didn't seem to shock many people to see a guy dressed as a giant bat walking around town and fighting crime. Well, some cops wanted to arrest him, but others saw him as an ally.

Jim Gordon was one of those threads. And Jim Gordon was a good cop, so Y/N decided to trust him.

"He can be a little weird, rude, stubborn and quiet, but he helps us a lot. It's not easy to keep peace and security in this city, and even though he's an outlaw, he doesn't never killed anyone, so..."

"It still wouldn't be good for everyone to start imitating him."

"You don't know the Riddler, it's obvious."

"The what ?"

"You're new."

Gordon was right, he was silent. Rude. Appearing in shadows, speaking little, with his deep voice. The costume might have been ridiculous, but Y/N could understand that the criminals were afraid of him.

The beginnings were complicated, because the Batman did not trust people easily. Like Bruce Wayne, or so it seemed.

Several times, Y/N tried to communicate with him, under the pretext of the progress of the case, but each time, it was the governess or the butler who answered her. They looked sorry, which didn't help her to know if she had found her soulmate or not.

Her teammate, Martinez, taught her more about the Waynes. About what happened when the family came home from the theater. Y/N hadn't thought to inquire on her own, she found it inappropriate. This allowed her to understand Bruce Wayne a little better, and to decide to give him more time.

During this time, she began to get to know the Bat better.

They were working on cases more and more often. The masked vigilante seemed to gradually accept the presence of the new policewoman, even if he remained a man of few words.

According to Gordon, he had spoken to her more than to anyone since his arrival, more than two years ago.

"Jim will end up being jealous."

"Why ? He's still my favorite mustachioed cop."

"I'll tell him you said that."

"He won't believe you." said Batman with a smile in his voice, despite his impassive face.

After several months, Y/N ended up taking stock of her situation. Gotham's crime rate remained hopelessly the same despite their best efforts. She was starting to like Batman a lot. And Bruce Wayne still hadn't contacted her.

One day when she felt particularly depressed because of her job, she went to the Wayne Tower, where she was greeted by Alfred. The butler doesn't seem to believe for a second her excuse regarding the investigation, which had long been abandoned for lack of evidence.

He was still nice to her, letting her talk. It was then that Bruce walked down the hall. Their eyes met, he paused for a moment, surprised, but visibly recognizing her, before leaving as quickly as he had appeared. His butler apologized for him. Y/N was then certain of two things that day. Bruce Wayne was her soulmate, and he didn't want her.

It was rare to be rejected. Most of the time, your soulmate would either die or you never had the chance to meet them. But rejection ? Horrible.

However, she had to accept the situation and move on. Y/N always had a goal, her job. And Batman.

It was probably a stupid mistake to get attached to a man she knew nothing about, except his mouth and his voice. That she didn't see more than an hour, from time to time, to talk about crimes. But in her loneliness and despair, he was the only person who brought her some joy.

He wasn't as rude as Gordon had said when she kissed him. It was one evening, after a long case. Y/N was very tired. She wanted to go home and sleep. He had come to collect clues, he had noted that she was not well, and contrary to his habits, he had stayed when he had had what he wanted. Almost shyly, he asked if there was anything he could do. And without thinking, she kissed him.

"... No. Y/N, no." he said kindly, pushing her away before leaving through the window.

They didn't talk about it again. Y/N tried not to be heartbroken for the second time in less than a year. It was stupid.

She thought she understood why the Bat had done this when she saw him with the thief who disguised herself as a cat. They seemed close. Very close.

It wasn't normally proper to talk about other people's soulmates. Soulmates were a private thing. But after almost a year in this city where justice did not work, after being rejected, having lost sleep, having worked with a vigilante, Y/N didn't care a bit about what was proper or not.

"Is she your soulmate ?"

"Who ?"

"The Cat ?" Y/N asked without looking at him, focused on the last crime scene photos they were studying together.

She felt Batman's gaze on her, that dark, piercing gaze. He said nothing for a long moment, which she interpreted as a confession, and a demand that she not continue talking about it.

"... No." he eventually admited.

"No ? I thought so."

"No."

"Okay. Sorry."

They continued to work in silence, but she could feel that he wasn't as relaxed as before, not as focused, still staring at her instead of thinking about the series of murders they wanted to solve.

"Have you met your soulmate ?" She couldn't help but ask.

"... Maybe."

"I'm not looking to find out your identity, if that's what you're worried about. I'd be glad if you met them. You deserve some happiness and calm in all this darkness."

This time, he was totally looking at her. Y/N forced herself not to turn around, as if she didn't feel he was staring at her gravely.

"Afterwards, it doesn't matter if you haven't met them yet. It's easier when you're alone, I guess. And you must be afraid that they won't understand, or that they will in danger."

"... A bit."

"Nobody's ever really safe. And if they're your soulmate, they'll understand. It's hard, but they'll understand. Anything can be accepted out of love, like... Like rejection."

It was official, they weren't going to finish this case tonight. Y/N couldn't concentrate at all, trying not to cry thinking about Bruce.

"Don't reject your soulmate if you meet them, please. It hurts, a lot."

"... You were rejected ?" he asked, as if he didn't believe it.

"Yes. But he has his reasons. He's had… a tough life."

"... Maybe it's not rejection. Maybe he's scared, and he's not good with people."

"It's a certainty, but I still waited almost a year, I know when I'm not wanted. Sorry, it's late."

Batman didn't try to hold her back. He said nothing about her tears, or the ongoing investigation. Y/N was a little disappointed. Even if he had tried to reassure her, she would have wanted more. That he asked her to stay, that he told her that he loved her, that he went on the window of her apartment while she was preparing tea.

Instead, someone knocked on her door, and it wasn't him.

"... Mister Wayne ?" she wondered when she saw him in front of her, holding roses.

"I know it's late. For everything. I wanted to apologize and... Invite you ?"

"Invite me ? Where ? When ? You don't sound sure ?"

"... I don't know. I never invited anyone."

Bruce Wayne looked as adorable as he was vulnerable in that moment, lost, as he stared down at her feet as he handed her the flowers, whispering that it was for her. Y/N couldn't do anything but invite him in, since he didn't know how.

"Your place is small." he noted, surveying her apartment.

“Thanks.”

"No, I mean... It's fine."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but why now ?" she asked without hatred or detour.

"I... I didn't know if it was a good idea, before. I'm losing everyone. They're hurt. I didn't mean to... But you've been here for a year now. You're a good cop. A good person. I wish... I wish I got to know you better."

She didn't ask him how he knew that, asking him if he wanted something to drink, coffee or tea. He demanded what kind of tea, and when she replied real tea, he muttered that Alfred would love her, which made her laugh.

A car passed in the street. The lighting in the apartment wasn't strong, so Bruce's mouth was brighter than the rest of his face for a moment, a brief moment, during which Y/N froze on his lips. Lips that seemed familiar, like that voice and those dark eyes. She thought back to what he had said about fear.

They looked at each other without moving, Y/N trying to hide what she had just understood, and Bruce seemed to be waiting for her to say it.

"So... Tea ?"

"Coffee, thank you."

"Sugar ?"

"No, thanks."

"Oh. Black. Like the suit. Alright."

She had said that as a test, but mainly to make a joke, and lighten the atmosphere. After all, she could be wrong, she was very tired, and very attracted by her soulmate as by the Bat.

A hand on her shoulder made her turn around as she picked up two cups, and there was no longer any doubt when he kissed her. Y/N had already kissed this man.

Bruce Wayne was Batman. Her soulmate. Who she'd been working with for a year, who she'd had a weird relationship with for months, and who hadn't said anything the whole time.

She could have been upset, but it was hard when he was looking at her with that apologetic, scared puppy look. Not good with people, that's what he had said. It was terribly obvious when she wanted to kiss him again, but his attention was already elsewhere, fixed on the window.

"... I have to go." he sighed, gently pushing her away. "... Thanks for the coffee."

He added nothing. Batman had never been talkative, there was no reason for Bruce to be much more so. He didn't ask her when they were going to see each other again, he would probably find her the following night at the police station. He didn't give her his number either.

In the sky, the Batsignal lit up the clouds, a message for the criminals, and for him. If Y/N wanted to see him, she already knew how.

Despite everything, she showed up the next morning at the Wayne Tower, welcomed by an Alfred who was too smiling for him not to already know, who offered her tea and homemade buicuits, before going to fetch his master.

"He is not morning person, but it must be said that he sleeps little." said Alfred, returning to sit beside her.

"It must not be easy for you."

"You have no idea, my dear. I hope you can help me."

"I can try, but he's known to be weird, rude, quiet and stubborn."

"It is the least we can say !"

"I knew you weren't supposed to meet." Bruce muttered as he entered the living room. "Don't plot against me."

"It's not a conspiracy if you know about it."

"Alfred..."

"We will talk later." whispered the butler with a mischievous smile. "Master Bruce, don't sigh, come back and eat a bit with Miss Y/L/N !"

Y/N tried not to laugh as Bruce acted like a child. With this new perspective, he sometimes acted like Batman, but he seemed more mature because of the mask, showing no emotion when Jim spoke to him like Alfred.

He came over to her, muttering a shy hello, taking a seat on her right to chew on two blueberries, before letting his hand slide against the chair, one of his fingers touching her hand.

A year ago, Y/N arrived in Gotham, a dark, hopeless city where she didn't know anyone. At that moment, thinking about her job, her co-workers, and her ridiculously adorable soulmate who fought crime at night disguised as a giant bat, she thought she couldn't have asked for a better transfer.

#the batman #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne fanfiction #batman x reader #batman fanfiction

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