#anyway I thought why not take one riddler and turn him into another riddler

[riddlers-left-buttcheek]

Someone take twitter away from this man.

Refs:

[sugarlesswriting]

I always knew that Gotham War was going to be stupid because Selina's plans of stealing from the rich has flaws and Bruce has his whole Zurr still lingering in his mindscape thing, but like goodness. So after I read the first two issues of the Gotham War event I'm wondering if I'm the only one who noticed this

Now this might just be me grasping at straws to try and make their ooc moments seem in character but why would Barbra correct herself? We know from Batman/Catwoman Gotham Wars Issue 1 that Bruce said that he turned off his comms, but did that include monitoring? Also, why would Bruce take out his suits monitoring but still keep the tracker in there? For plot relevance yes, it makes sense but this is delulu town and I'm making up excuses.

I feel like some readers are looking at the ooc moments and going well that doesn't make sense, which fair because girl same, but I got to this sentence and was like Oracle babe why did you correct yourself? Why did you feed intel to Jason knowing that he is working with Selina?

UNLESS

They know that they are being monitored. It's been weeks since Bruce got into his coma, right? (I refuse to say he was just sleeping because that's not how sleeping works) So what if something happened during that time that has them acting like this? Because I simply refuse that all of the batfam drank dumb bitch juice for breakfast 8 weeks straight. Again let us be delusional for a bit longer.

They know that whoever is working the bigger game here wants Batman to be alone, to be at his weakest, so they play that part.

Whoever is watching them now knows that Batman is going off the deep end, he can't be helped because who knows what he'll do next, and they are going to help Selina if she asks. This gives the unknown watcher the thought that he won't have backup when he needs it.

We already know that they're being watched by The Riddler

But I refuse to believe that they're being like that because of the Riddler, like he's good villain, don't get me wrong but it just seems too easy for it to be him.

Hell they aren't the only ones being watched I mean even the villains are being secretive

Of course the villains are going to be meeting each other in secret but we are indulging on the idea that even they know something bigger is in Gotham and watching their own every move. Could they be talking about Batman? Maybe. But they also could be talking about an unknown being.

I know this is just a theory that probably isn't true but I can't live through another Civil War 2 type of hero vs hero. I didn't like it when it was Avengers vs X-men, (even though Scott was in the right #Cyclopswasright), or the many times when heroes had to fight against each other to create sales. On a side note wouldn't it be funny if this just tanked? Like I'm not going to buy anymore because to me it's a waste of money.

Anyway, I know that they're doing this to go back to the status quo of Batman and Robin being the only heroes in Gotham and that the Joker (boring) is going to be back and it'll be like the good old days of the crime duo fighting together. I mean who can't wait to read the amazing villain known as Shush (She-Hush)? Joking aside I'm sure it'll be good but dear god that villain name.

Anyways the only good thing about Gotham War was this banger of a line.

I don't know which one wrote Batman's line, Howard or Zdarsky but it was the greatest thing that I read so far. 10/10 made me laugh and was able to foget how bad the premise to this whole war was.

[soupbabe]

More Dano please! I need some chubby riddler stuff so bad!

New Clothes (Chubby! Edward Nashton x Reader)

Reader surprises Edward with new clothes

YESYESYES CHUBBY RIDDLER MY BELOVED <33 I GET SO EXCITED WRITING HIM

Warning: Some body insecurity on Eddie's end, but it shouldn't be much

While Edward did give you a spare key to his apartment, he never expected you to use it as often as you did. Especially when it came to you making yourself home when he wasn't there. It defeated the action's original purpose of getting you to spend more time with him, but your presence was never unwanted.

But today was different as Edward walked through the door. He shrugged off his one-size-too-big jacket, placing it on a nearby cluttered desk, and made a beeline to your arms. He soon noticed bags decorating his already messy floors. "What's this?" Your boyfriend questioned, peering over your shoulder to take a better look at the plastic bags. He could tell that they were from a popular clothing store in Gotham, but Edward never bothered going before. The clothes in this city were always too expensive and it's not like they carried his sizes anyway.

You backed away with a smile, "I was out shopping today and I wanted to get you a few things.." Soon you pulled out a couple of shirts from one bag, both shirts: One a basic dark green T-Shirt and the other a white dress shirt. "I know you get a lot of stuff second hand, but I wanted to get you newer and less baggy. Something that's yours and yours only." You gave him another bag full of clothes as you rambled, "A lot of it are work clothes, I think you deserve to look nice at the office and whatnot."

Edward's face was so warm he was sure his glasses would be steaming anytime soon. It's painfully easy to fluster him, but you spending money on him really did it for him. As soon as the adoration kicked in, so did the anxiety and insecurities.

Are you sure they'd fit him? You spent all this money on him and what if it all goes to waste? Sure he could pay you back, but oh nothing would be more embarrassing than this.

Your smile quickly disappeared among Edward's silence, "Are you okay, Eddie?" The man in question only looked at you hesitantly before speaking up, "Yeah, I'm just worried that these aren't going to fit. It's hard to find something my size around here and I'm not sure about this." You gently held Edward's hands and gave him a kiss, "I kept the receipt just in case. You have nothing to worry about, I promise you. You'll look handsome as ever."

It was hard for Eddie to doubt you when you talked to him like that.

You sat on your lover's bed as he turned around to change. It was something to get used to as his place didn't have much room to get ready for the day. As he was oblivious, you took the time to admire his form. He was soft in all sense of the word: his arms were big, both the fat and muscle tissue acting as your favorite pillows; his back adored itself with moles and the occasional patch of acne. It was hard for Edward to understand why you liked them so much, but it you always told him it was because it made him look human. It'd be hard to trust anyone without flaws anyways.

Soon enough, Edward spun around to face you, his brows furrowed in uncertainty. While the clothes fit and were comfortable, he wasn't used to something that wasn't baggy. At the local thrift store they had anything, included sizes big enough to hide in. It's hard to adapt at times when he doesn't have that option. As you looked at him in a white button up, it was difficult to not swoon over him.

Everything looked so right. It accentuated his curves just the way you thought it would. Your mouth slipped before you could stop it, "Oh Eddie you look so handsome." The man in question felt the familiar heat creep up his neck once more. "Really..? It's not too tight, isn't it?" You shook your head and immediately got up to wrap your arms around him. "Not at all...you look so good, I'm starting to wish I did this for you sooner."

Edward felt like mush in your grasp as he quickly went in with a kiss. Never before he felt like he's been so appreciate and adored. He'd try on anything you ask of him if it meant he got this attention from you again.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Can I ask for some nsfw Riddler (one of the classic versions) with an s/o who hasn't gotten any from him in a while because he's been really busy on some project. And while he tries his best to make time for them, he hasn't had enough time for that particular thing.

S/o also has a thing for sex in workplaces, so they decide to give him an unexpected (but not unpleasant) visit.

"Business Meetings" 60's Riddler x Reader

Ok you said classic and my brain went to 60s Riddler. Who could be more classic than that on my list? Keep in mind anytime I write for 60s riddler, it is a utopian version of the 60s in which racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, ableism, etc is just non-existent. If the show/movie could get away with half the wacky shit it did, I think we can have leeway with historical prejudices.

Anyways, I just went for it. I share the trait of verbosity with the Riddlers at times, unfortunately.

TW: NSFW, Exhibitionism (kinda), light bondage play

You were dating the Riddler, aka Edward Nygma. This was certainly not something you had planned for yourself in your life but here you were. He was handsome, he was charming- Funny and sweet- Yes, a complete and utter dramatic dork, but you loved all that about him.

It didn't hurt that the sex was fantastic. You had discovered rather quickly in your relationship that riddles weren't the only thing he held deep desire for, nor gave a vast depth of attention to. Even when he had long finished himself, he always made sure you were taken care of. He never shamed you for any of your desires. In fact, the purring praise he loved showering on you while you got off gave the opposite impression.

Yet as he plotted and preened for his next grandiose criminal outfit against the Batman, you found yourself... lacking, in a sense. In most ways nothing had changed. He still made time to care for you and support your daily ambitions. Edward was busy but he wasn't leaving you completely in the dust. Except... well. You found yourself missing the physical intimacy he wasn't able to give you in these times.

There was this thought in your mind- it had occurred before but you never gave much credence to it. Sex in the workplace was rather risky. Especially given some of the workplaces and people Edward worked with. As you went without sex, however, the thought kept creeping up into the corners of your mind. Maybe... Perhaps...

The worst that could happen was him telling you it was a bad time.

He always let you know where his current hideout was, in case of emergency. You had a spare key. Dressing in the academia style that you knew drove him crazy, you let yourself in to see him hunched over his desk with plans. His coat was hung up on a nearby rack.

Your voice reached him just as your hands curved over his shoulders to his chest, "Hello, Mr. Nygma." A small chuckle vibrated in his chest at your touch. He was fast to take your hands to lay kisses on them both.

He then turned his head to look at you, "Hello, my pretty." His eyes widened as the full view of you reached him. Those same eyes looked at you up and down before slowly tracing your legs as his body turned around in the chair.

A hum, "And to what do I owe such a vision before me? Tell me, why did the boyfriend ask his partner for a map?"

With a small laugh, you played along, "Hm... I think I know. But you should tell me anyways." You'd heard this one before. From him. That didn't make it less charming every time he said it.

"Because he got lost in their eyes." A gleeful giggle escaped from him just as that dreamy look on his face met yours, "Ah. But you didn't answer the first question. Did I forget a holiday of some sort?"

You leaned against a nearby wall as he started to get up from his chair, "I missed you." That made him pause. A sympathetic look.

Then his face curled into a grin, "Another riddle for my sweet! What did the giraffe ask the... handsome male giraffe?"

The laugh that escaped you let him know how cheesy that was. Yet, you couldn't help leaning in closer to flirt, "Wanna neck with me?"

The walls of the hideout echoed with his high pitched cackling as he grabbed you by the waist to swing you about, "How did I get so LUCKY? A beauteous brain and wit sharp as a tack! You really are my perfect match, aren't you?"

Before you could respond, however, you found the answer to the riddle apt. His lips found your neck and got to work. His hands aided yours in shakily undressing your top half. As his tongue found your collarbone, you mentally praised yourself on this grand idea. A vibratory moan left his throat as your hands moved into his hair to give a light tug.

The desperate way he was unbuttoning his vest told you how much he needed this, too. Now it was your turn to cover his face and neck with kisses. He was undoing his tie and groaning at your loving affection.

"Poor thing. Poor, poor dear." He teased, "To think I left you in such a state."

The palm of your hand lay flat over his front, moving down until it sat over the bulge of his cock. He hisses as you squeezed and was quick to grab your wrist.

He tsked at the movement, "Now, now. Think of how I've been without your touch. If we rush things, it'll be over far too quickly." You couldn't help but concede with a nod. It was too tempting to get right to the good part. What you really wanted.

The silken material of his tie came to rest over your wrists. He kissed you on the lips as his fingers deftly tied your hands together. There was something thrilling about the fact he didn't even have to look. While you could never let it get out, tying and binding was something that your paramour was not only fantastic at, but he deeply enjoyed it. Yet with you it was always gentle. You could break out if you really wanted to.

But you both know you didn't.

The train of thought was reinforced as his kissing moved to your jaw and you could feel his fingers lacing under the tie to ensure it wasn't too tight. Then he pulled so your body pressed closer to his. Both of you laughed as you leaned forward to lay kisses on him. The texture of his gloves reached your abdomen as he began to pull off your lower half of clothing.

You took the opportunity to lace your bound hands over his head to rest on his shoulders. With the two of you pressing your bodies together, he kissed you eagerly and hard on the lips, all while pressing you to walk backwards. He guided you to a nearby desk where he scooped you up on top of the surface. If you opened your eyes, you'd see those baby blues staring back with a dopey, loving gaze.

"Cherub, how I've missed this." He moved to kiss your shoulders and neck and your hands grasped at the back of his shirt, "Everything about you... Such a perfect specimen..." His kisses went to your arm, his eyes wound tight. You found yourself pulling him closer, your legs around his waist.

It just made him grin, "Trying to tell me something? Use your words, why don't you?"

"Please, Edward." You quietly asked.

As he unzipped his pants, he teased, "Have you no shame? What if someone found us like this? Oh... Someone could walk in right now."

Both of you looked to the door in a dramatic pause. He took the opportunity to kiss your cheek as you looked away, causing you to laugh. You couldn't lie, the idea of it... Of course you didn't really want anyone to see this. But the thought made you quiver. The moan you gave him feeling his cock at your entrance was confirmation of that.

As he kissed you, you could hear the sound of a drawer opening. You looked to see him grabbing a tube of- Oh, is that-

"You have that here?" You asked, motioning your head to the container of lube.

A sheepish look washed over his face, "I thought it could be a possibility, at some point. Why not be prepared, my pretty?"

With that, he coated his cock and pressed it further against you until the tip pressed inside. He sighed against your neck as he gave shallow thrusts. You could tell he was trying to pace himself, but you couldn't help the whine that came out. The response of the riddler was to press deeper which made both of you shudder. It was apparent it had been just a touch too long.

"Sweetest thing- to be..." He murmured, "What is... Why are men like chocolate bars?"

You couldn't help but laugh out a moan, "I don't kn- Oh fuck, please don't stop."

The pace increased as Nygma found his rhythm, a shaky laugh leaving his throat. His lips close to your ear, he purred, "Because they're sweet, smooth and head directly for the... hips." A harsher thrust up. The barking laughter that turned to moans filled the room.

You grasped at his face to kiss him, your orgasm close. Weeks without the intimacy between you wound tight in the core of your stomach. Your hand couldn't compare. Given his uncharacteristic silence, you supposed he felt the same. His fingers were pressing tight into the curve of your thighs and ass as he ebbed and flowed with you.

One last kiss and you were coming undone on his cock. You could feel his face beaming against yours as you softly cried out his name and came down from your high. Just before you could get too sensitive, he finished shortly afterwards. His groans pulsated sloppily into your mouth as he did. The warmth of his cum inside you, then dripping out. Something about it all made you suspect he was trying very hard not to finish before you did. A gentleman.

His hands supported your lower back as you pulled your hands back in front of you. Once you were stable sitting up, he untied your wrists.

He kissed both of them, "Worth the trip?"

"Eddie, you're always worth the trip." You sighed breathlessly, "....Are they really going to come back soon?" Suddenly, you felt very naked in his hideout. So so very naked and full of cum.

"Hm?" He looked puzzled for a moment before clicking his tongue, "Ah- No. They won't be back for hours. I just said that to get you excited. Did you like it?"

A nervous nod, "Yeah... Just not..."

"I understand." He kissed you softly, "I'm not so willing to share this vision of you, either. But- I'm sure we could get away with a lot if you wanted. You'd be amazed what you can sneak past people's eyes when they don't want to see it."

The blush on your face definitely portrayed your thoughts on that. He assisted you to sit up and gather your clothes. His eyes moved again over your body as you dressed, a soft look in his eyes. Unless you were mistaken, you'd think he was melting all over again. Before he could get too lost in the thought he was straightening out his tie as best as he could before pulling it back over his neck.

Fully dressed, you came over to tie it for him, "Satisfactory, Mr. Nygma?"

A wink, "Please, my pretty, just call me The Riddler."

You had a feeling it wouldn't be nearly the same wait from this time to the next.

[imagine--if]

Hello! Your blog is sooo cute! I love it so much!

Also, if you don't like my request or find it hard to write, please don't stress yourself on it. You can def skip this if needed!

Anywho- can I request Dano! Riddler x reader?

I absolutely love this man's precious face. He's so adorable to me, but I know that he isn't the ideal guy look

SO, can we have an imagine where he's a Lil insecure, and GF or Wife, ect, (as long as its established relationship idc) cheers him up? Saying things on how she likes his soft face, and doesn't like sharp men?

Please and Thank you!

A/N: Hi!! Thank you so much 💕 this was a pleasure to write, hope this is what you wanted 😅 Keep on sending in your requests guys! Check out my Battinson x Riddler x reader if you're into reading about all three (love triangle hehe) and if you want it to be a chaptered series, let me knowwww 🦇💚

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

Warnings: Flooooof 😛😍

Words: 785

Edward Nashton is a difficult man to describe. But you can sum most of it up in a few words.

Insane.

Intelligent.

Loving.

Absolutely obsessed.

Well, obsessed with his puzzles and riddles, but the person that's on his mind all the time, the person that made him stop dead in his tracks while walking back home from another long day at work... happens to be you.

There's a literal shrine to you in his apartment, full of Polaroids and small things you've left behind when you've come over. You know about it, and it always makes you smile, knowing that there's one man in Gotham that's willing to do anything for you. Just say the words, and he's on it.

Of course, it didn't take you long to learn about the Riddler, and you're not afraid. Why should you be? Ed would never hurt you. The very thought of it makes him feel sick. It's not you that needs dealing with, it's the scum of Gotham City. To him, you're a pure angel, and he has no idea of what he did to deserve you.

All those years in that cold, unfeeling orphanage, the weak cries that faded with dying breaths, the bullying and fighting and despair, made him almost certain that he had no idea how to feel love, and he didn't want to. He couldn't, anyway, if not one loved him back.

But that was before he met you.

And suddenly, the world doesn't seem as suffocatingly dark as it did before. Still, the city needs work, something he's determined on fixing, but right now, at home watching a random old movie on TV that neither one of you is really paying attention to, something else is on his mind. A question he just can't seem to figure out. And he's Edward Nashton, The Riddler, so questions and puzzles like these usually take mere moments for him to solve.

Out of all the people in Gotham... why are you with him?

His eyes shift to you as you scroll through messages on your phone, not feeling his stare of wonder until it's been a couple of minutes. You look up, and he jumps, blushing.

"Hi," You say with a smile, used to his lovestruck dazes by now.

"Hi," He breathes back, looking vaguely confused and thoughtful. He absentmindedly brushes a lock of hair away from your face, then plays with it gently, a fond smile creeping onto his face. He mumbles something you don't quite catch then, and you frown slightly.

"What?"

"I- I said... you're really pretty," he murmurs, his blush darkening, and your smile grows as you move closer to him, his arm instinctively wrapping around your shoulders as he rests his chin on your head. You glance at the mirror near the TV, noticing his small, curious frown.

"You alright?"

"Yes- no. No, I'm fine."

"Sure?"

"I just..." He sighs, starting again to find the right words. You wait patiently, tracing light patterns on his free arm, and he shivers, wrapping it around your middle too, almost protectively.

"I sometimes wonder... why you're here?"

"Here?"

He nods. "With me."

It's your turn to frown, as you sit up a little, enough to look him in the eye. "What do you mean? Why wouldn't I be?"

'Why would you be?' His expression seems to say, and you sigh, hugging him closer.

"Because I love you, silly. You're smart enough to know that."

He smiles, ducking his head in light embarrassment, his head in the crook of your neck.

"I like hearing you say that," he whispers, smiling softly.

"Don't I say it enough?" You laugh, and he's quick to shake his head.

"No! No, it- it's not you. I just don't... there are other guys-"

"Oh, come on," You scoff, shaking your head. "I don't want 'other guys', Eddie. I want you."

"But... but why?"

"Because you're you," Is how you respond, running your fingers through his hair, and he leans into the touch, practically putty in your hands. "You're a softie."

His nose wrinkles at that, and he raises a brow. "I'm not soft."

You snort with laughter, nodding insistently. "You so are. Lucky for you, I don't like sharp guys."

He can't help laughing at that, nuzzling his face against yours - a cute habit he has, feeling your skin against his, reminding him that you're here, your real, the first and last grip on love and hope.

"Good," he hums, kissing your cheek and rubbing his thumb down your arm adoringly. You're the only one who sees him like this, so vulnerable and caring, and, quite honestly, you live for it.

Just how he lives for you. 💕

[riddle-me-ri]

His kid brought home a friend. While saying hi kid goes. "Oh, I know you. You once kidnapped my dad :D." and they said it with such innocence.

Riddler BTAS, ZY,Arkham

A/N: Well, this will be fun…I tried to mix it up so BTAS has a son, ZY is gn and Arkham has a daughter…don’t ask why that’s just sorta where the dice landed rip. Also I broke canon and gave Aaron Cash from the Arkham games a daughter too, even if it’s canon he has one son, so there’s that tidbit too lmao

Riddlers Reacting to Being Recognized by a Victim’s Kid

Batman The Animated Series Riddler:

Edward knew Gotham City was a close-knit city, but he thought the odds of his child running into a child of a fellow victim to his riddle games…were slim. Extremely slim. 

He never imagined the day would come when his years at Competitron would come back to haunt him. Even though he’d sought his revenge on Mockridge, knowing that he left the man a trembling anxious mess even if he did get away. 

Yet, he never knew Mockridge had a child…or that he’d meet his son. 

“Hey, Dad! I’m home and I brought a friend home from school!” Eddie’s son, Junior (I have no doubt in my mind if Ed had a son he would name it after him, prove me wrong) called out as he arrived home fresh off the school bus. 

He tugged along another little boy with him, about the same height but with dark black hair and a familiar pair of light brown eyes. 

Edward was on the couch, before he got up to meet the boys at the door. He got down on one knee to be the same height as them. He ruffled the top of his son’s red mop of hair and then turned to Gunnar. 

“Nice to meet you, Gunnar. I’m Edward.” He held out his hand. 

Ed expected the returned handshake but not the response. 

“Oh, yeah. I know you. My dad fired you and you kidnapped him for it, until Batman saved him.” Gunnar stated plainly like he was answering how the weather was like that day.

Edward’s heart dropped from his chest cavity and sunk to the bottom of his gut. This was the last thing he was expecting.

“Er, um…well t-that…was a awhile ago..” Edward awkwardly scratched the back of his head. Although, call him curious. “Um…h-how is your father nowadays?” 

Zero Year/Capullo Riddler: 

First off, props to the birth giver of the child cause like wow. Second, how did you manage to tell him? And have him actually stick around? Like be a part of this kid’s life and not convince you to just terminate it or chuck your kid into an orphanage? Let’s be honest, I don’t think Zero Year Riddler exactly wants kids? Sure he’ll like the idea of creating a mini-him to perhaps continue his legacy but also can barely take care of himself let alone a child? He can’t bring himself to give a shit about anyone but himself??

Sorry, sorry, overthinking got the better of me…ANYWAY

“Hey, Dad! This is my friend, Charlie from school! We’re working on a project for science class.” 

Ed grumbled. He remembered such assignments, why must group work be so strongly pushed even this day in age. Probably something about socializing and collaborating.

Edward was doing the newspaper crossword in his recliner in the corner. It faced the door and he was able to glance up at the two kids and gave a small wave.

“Hey Mr. Nyg-oh wait I know you!” 

Well, that’s terrifying. 

That statement made him jump a little from his chair.

“Uhh..” He got up and walked over to the two children in his home. “Y-You do?” 

“Yeah…you held my dad hostage when you took over Wayne Tower…” Charlie stated in such a matter-of-fact tone.

Edward’s eyes started shifting from left to right…shit he didn’t kill him did he? He can’t remember all those corporate nobodies looked the same to him. 

“Uhh…yeah, uhh small world Gotham is…h-how is he?” Edward bit his lower lip.

Ed’s kid groaned. “Ughh..Dad!”

“He’s all right. I mean Joker threated to bomb the tower last week, my dad was able to get paid time off for that. And he’s still seeing his therapist.” 

Edward shrugged. “Well, sounds like all’s well that end’s well…”

Ed’s child’s response was just more groaning and face palming. That’ll teach them to bring a friend home from school again. 

Arkhamverse Riddler: 

Edward was clinking, clanking, and clunking away on another project in his garage. He had the doors open, so he wasn’t working on anything…outright conspicuous that would cause alarm. Plus, his pride and joy was coming home from school. 

“Hi, Daddy!” A small little girl, with bright green eyes, started running up the driveway. 

Edward lifted the goggles up from his eyes, with a soft smile he waved at the girl. He put down his tools and got up from his seat. 

The little girl ran up to Ed and clung to his leg. Edward laughed and picked her up and held her in his arms. 

“Hey! Wait for me!” Shouted another little girl. 

“Oh, Daddy! That’s my friend, Molly! Mom said she could come over so we can play.”

Ed had to refrain from rolling his eyes. Figures they would make plans without telling him (they did fully did tell him, he just wasn’t listening at the time…like every other time when he was in his mind palace)

Edward was about to greet the child until she said something to make his blood run cold. 

“Hey! Ain’t you the Riddler? You put my dad in one of your traps! If he didn’t stop moving his head would’ve exploded!” Molly exclaimed. 

Edward chuckled nervously, “uhh…sweetie…what’s your friend’s last name?” He whispered in his daughter’s ear. 

“Cash…why?” 

Shit.

“I, uh, um…well…”

“It’s okay, Molly!” Ed’s daughter hopped out of her dad’s arms. “He doesn’t do that kinda stuff anymore,” she turned her head to him over her shoulder. “Right, Daddy?” 

Ed started nodding vigorously. “Y-Yes, she’s right…” well, to an extent anyway. 

“Hmm…okay!” Molly perked up and the two girls ran inside to play. 

Edward took the biggest sigh of relief. He wiped away the fresh droplets of sweat more from his nerves than any heat. He was going to have to look more into his daughter’s school, classmates, faculty, family, and everything.

That was way too humiliating to repeat again.

[literaryslapshot]

fluff 13 & hurt 4 w bruce wayne pls

"you're my person" & "they're not gonna hurt you again"

contains: emotional angst, cuss words, spoiler free, gn!reader, mentions of explosion

his blood ran cold at the sight: the bank which you worked at in complete shambles, all that was left of it was debris. a cloud of dust surrounded the area making it a little difficult to see clearly.

as batman held his mean mugged expression, trying not to think about the worst case scenario. that being you, lying in a pile of rubble, dead.

"there are a few survivors, but most of the people who were here are dead. it always amazes me, how the son of a bitch can get away without blowing himself up." the detective stood next to batman on the crime scene, hands in his pockets while he looked upon the absolute mess of a scene.

"where are the survivors?" batman asked, keeping his composure but praying you were one of them. he needed you to be one of them.

"oh, they were all taken to the hospital as soon as the ambulances arrived. but," the detective reached inside his suit jacket pocket and pulled out a piece of notebook paper from his small journal, "here are some of the victims. those that we could identify, anyway."

batman scanned over the list. marvin long, jesse smith, louis jacinto, holly tang, john doe, john doe, jane doe, john doe. he didn't see your name, and he didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. "thanks." batman handed the piece of paper back to the detective, and was about to walk away before someone else came up to him.

"we think this was the riddler, again." the second detective said, looking down onto the notes. batman scoffs, looking down on the ground. he picks up a piece of rubble that has a spray painted question mark on it.

"yeah, no shit." batman pushed the smaller man to the side and walked away from the scene, tossing the piece of concrete back onto the ground. he ignored everything reporters were yelling at him, throwing all sorts of questions to try and get a statement from gotham's protector.

batman got into his decked out mobile, immediately putting it in gear and racing towards the hospital. the only thing on his mind was you. he was hoping that you wouldn't be one of the unnamed victims that was scratched onto that detectives list.

he walked into the emergency room, scanning to see if he saw someone who knew what they were doing. he was approached by yet again another detective. this time, it was a familiar one. batman had recognized this one from other cases in gotham.

"the victims are upstairs, i'm assuming that's why you're here." batman followed the detectives lead to the elevator. "as a warning some of these victims are...in pretty bad shape. two of em' are able to talk, one of them...shit, they're pretty lucky. i'll let you talk to them first."

he walked into the room and saw you lying on the bed. mumbling something to the detective. batman locked the door before turning to face you. he sighed, thanking the heavens above that you were the lucky one. "you're alive." he stated.

"of course i am, can't get rid of me that easy." he chuckles, taking the mask off and pulling the chair over to sit next to you as you laid in the hospital bed, different iv's running in and out of your arms.

"what's on your mind, bruce?" your voice was raspy, eyelids heavy as you gazed over at bruce while he sat in the vinyl chair. there were a million thoughts running through his brain, how does he know which one to pick to voice?

he shrugged his shoulders, keeping eye contact with you. bruce is trying his hardest to keep his composure. just a few minutes ago he was wondering if you were dead, and now that you're alive he doesn't know what to say.

"do you want me to tell you about it?" he shakes his head, leaning forward he takes your hand in his. he delicately places a light kiss to your hand, green eyes looking up into yours. somehow, you looked calm. he couldn't understand how, after everything that just happened, how in the world you could ever be calm.

"no, no you don't have to talk about it." he shook his head and scooted closer to you. "just...i promise that they're never gonna hurt you again. i'm gonna rip his fucking head off, and then bring it to you on a silver platter."

you chuckle, rubbing your thumb over his as he still had a grip on your hand. "i mean it, y/n. you're my person," he said in a possessive manner, "nobody fucks with my person."

bruce gave you a final kiss on the forehead, and you snuck one onto his cheek. he slipped his mask back on, returning to batman from bruce. going out into the hallway he walked past the detective and headed towards the back stairwell, on his way to fulfill his words: ripping the riddlers fucking head off.

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Coloured Flower Petals || Chapter 1

Summary: Bruce Wayne never thought he’d find his soulmate. He thought the tattoo on his arm would forever remain black. Until he crossed paths with Jasmine.

AN: The first chapter is finally here and I am beyond thrilled. I hope you guys will love it as much as I do.

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Almost midnight. The ever present grey clouds that seemed to reside over Gotham made everything look darker. The signal hadn’t been on tonight, which was happening more and more since the seawall bombings. Recently, it felt like the city was becoming better. A year had passed since the Riddler had wrecked havoc across the city, since he learnt about his own family’s past. 

Bruce had done his best to fix what his father once broke. With the upstart of the new renewal project, Bruce Wayne had been appearing in public more often. Charity galas, shaking hands with the upperclassmen of the city, openings of various establishments across Gotham, often invited by Mayor Réal. The new project wasn’t tainted, he made sure of that. Everything went through Wayne Enterprises. 

Alfred had been pleased when he had started to take on a more active role in the company. While he still let Lucius Fox take the charge more than often, he now turned up to board meetings, met with various of his department heads and made sure to show his face at least once every week. It was good. He realised that he didn’t need the suit for everything. The Batman could still help Gotham but so could Bruce Wayne. 

Lowering his binoculars, he pocketed them in the utility belt and leaned back against the wall. The night was young but there was an oddly calm veil laying over this city tonight. After Gordon had made Commissioner, Bruce had worked ever more closely with the Gotham P.D. The force had been through a drastic change after the corruption had been exposed. Every officer working for Falcone had been sacked or left on their own. Things weren’t perfect but they were looking better each day. 

A crash across the street immediately had his attention. He spied two men, armed with baseball bats, breaking into what looked like an abandoned store. Rising slowly, he crept along the edge of the roof, melting into the shadows, offering him cover. Another movement further down the street caught his eye and he watched as a young woman peered through the windows of a flower shop. The shop was basked in a soft yellow light and for a moment he wondered why it was still someone there. 

The flowers reminded him of the ever present tattoo he had on his right forearm. Black ink that stood out starkly against his skin, from the moment he came into this world. When he was younger, he used to trace the delicate flower on his arm, wondering if perhaps its other bearer was doing the same. But as the years had gone on, Bruce had quickly given up on ever finding his soulmate. He had accepted that the tattoo would forever remain black. He was so broken, who would ever want him anyway?

Caught up in his own head, Bruce missed as the two men abandoned their current destination and headed towards the flower shop. Glass shattering has him throwing himself over the edge of the building, grappling hook flying from the suit so he could swing across the street. 

The men are already inside the shop when he lands outside, guns pointed at the woman standing frozen behind the counter. Her eyes widen when she spots him but the robbers don’t seem to take notice of him. He has one of them pinned against the wall in seconds, gun thrown across the floor. The man slides onto the ground, unconscious and Bruce turns in time for two bullets to ricochet off the suit's chest plate. He doesn’t see where they end up as he brings the other man down with two well executed punches. 

Making sure they’re both out cold, he looks around for the woman. Peering around the counter, he finds her kneeling against the wall, hiding away from sight. A cut across her forehead, no doubt from the glass shattering, is bleeding slowly. 

He approaches her slowly, not wanting to spook her. She looks up at him with wide brown eyes, fear evident on her face. His heart clenches uncomfortably at the sight. 

He didn’t want her to be scared of him. He is aware the suit is making him bigger, more intimidating. Lowering himself onto his knees, Bruce removes his gloves and reaches out towards her. 

“Come on, I can help you,” he tries gently, offering her his hand. She studies him, eyes going over his face and body. She reaches for his hand slowly but the moment they meet Bruce takes a deep breath, like the wind has been knocked out of him. 

The world is suddenly alive around him in a way that it’s never been before. A warmth is spreading across his forearm, right where he knows his tattoo is located. One look at her sleeveless arm confirms it all when he sees her matching tattoo blooming into life with colour. 

Bruce’s hand is wrapped around her wrist, fingers clutching her tightly. He opens his mouth but no words come out. All he can do is stare at her, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. They’re beautiful. A painful twinge makes itself known in his chest and he lifts a hand to gently wipe the tears threatening to fall. 

She leans into his hand, so trusting of a man she doesn’t even know. He gently cups her cheek, his eyes moving over her, checking for injuries. She seems fine but she’s shaking slightly, from the cold or the fright, he can’t tell. 

Her hand comes up to trace his jawline and he closes his eyes briefly, basking in her touch. The world around them is colourful but the air surrounding them is quiet. 

Bruce wishes he wasn’t in the suit right now. That she could see him, Bruce Wayne and not Batman. 

“What’s your name?” the question falls from his lips before he can stop himself. He desperately needs to know. His hand is still cupping her face and he reaches with his other hand to trace the tattoo on her arm. She takes a shuddering breath and takes one step closer to him, their bodies almost touching now.

“Jasmine,” he almost wants to laugh, a smile making its way onto his face. Jasmine. Fitting, seeing how the small jasmine flowers tattooed onto them is now a beautiful mix of white and green. 

“Who are you?” she asks before he can say something else. Bruce remembers that he’s still in the suit, cowl covering him. She doesn’t know he’s Bruce Wayne, though he desperately wants her to know. Deciding that taking off the cowl out in the open isn't the best idea, despite how much he wants to, he instead offers,

“Let me take you home,” Bruce nods towards the door. She nods, letting him pull her along, past the broken door. 

“I’ll make sure that someone comes by and takes care of this,” he spoke while simultaneously messaging Alfred about tonight’s events. Leading Jasmine around the corner to where his bike parked in the alley, he turns to her, never letting go of her hand. 

“Trust me?” the question held a deeper meaning, asking her to trust him, just not right now but after this as well. He could feel her eyes on him, studying his figure. 

“Yes,”.

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Hiii,

may I request fot the villains of gotham hc? The request is:

How they would react if you you wanted a poly relationship with another villain (ex: black mask and joker)

Obv only if you're comfortable, I hope i did right requesting here, and that i did not write anything wrong

Ps. I'm new on tumblr and english is not my first language

Thx anyways and I love your writing<33

Okay I thought about this for a bit and I think I know what you're looking for...I hope I did this correctly. Your English is brilliant! Thank you so much ❤️

The Riddler: So just when he was comfortable in this new relationship and not watching you over his shoulder every dive minutes, he was made aware of a little issue. He doesn't know when you got all chummy with Jonathan Crane but he also doesn't want to know. So you want leave him for Jonathan CRANE? Wait you don't? What do you mean, you want both? Yes, its a thing but why do you need his brain when you already have Edward's supreme brain!? He's the better man! He isn't taking it too well. Hes quite possessive, once you have his heart, you're basically locked in. He isn't the type to share and in a world where he is superior, why would he be okay with sharing you? Although, that being said, atleast it was Jonathan, had you said someone like Harvey Dent, he would have went nuclear.

Scarecrow: He's kinda thinking you need your head examined. Maybe he needs his own, did you just say you wanted to be in a polygamous relationship with him and Edward Nygma? You're thinking of the right Edward right? The narcissistic one? Has a thing for questions marks and green? Oh you are. So who are you trying to torture, Jonathan or himself? Whilst he might be a little more open to the idea with time, he isn't thrilled that it's Edward Nygma. He understands Jonathan isn't exactly an open book- more welded shut- but does that really mean you have to bring Nygma into this? He's too much on quite literally anything. Perhaps you were the happy medium in this dynamic.

Two-Face: That conversation takes a turn because amidst the talk, Two-Face cut in. "Aren't we enough?" You thought he was referring to Harvey and answered easily. However as Two-Face questioned you further, you noticed that Two-Face's wording painted a different picture. That you were already being shared by two people, Harvey and Two-Face. "Wait that's not how that works!" Harvey cut in. "You don't even have a body!" "Of course I do, dumbass! What do you think you're standing in!?" This continued and you thought to yourself perhaps it was better to bring up Oswald some other time. Now you were thoroughly lost and didn't even know how Harvey actually felt about it polygamy.

Black Mask: Absolutely not. The Joker? Okay first of all, sweetness, you come in here asking him to share you but on top of that, you want him to share with the Joker? Are you high? Fully expect him to either check your eyes or flat out dismiss anything you had to say under the pretenses that you are high. There's no way you'd ask this sober. The clown? Pfft. Roman Sionis never shares with anyone and he'll be damned if he starts with the clown.

Penguin: Okay so it'll turn into a big old rivalry between Penguin and Two-Face but if it makes you happy...he will reluctantly accept this. The key to this working out is to maintain the amount of attention you always gave to Oswald. He works a lot as it is, so this should be easy to manage but he might get a little jealous every so often. So keep an eye on him and see how it goes?

Joker: Very accepting of this, didn't need much convincing at all and you aren't entirely sure if that's because he wasn't listening or if it was because he didn't actually care what you did. He cackled at the mention of Roman Sionis but overall had very little to say than cracking a few jokes about Sionis and how the happy family not only has an addition, but also has become a tight squeeze. Maybe just take it and run with it?

[mochegato]

Even the Losers

Chapter 16

Chapter 1     Chapter 15

Marinette blinked as the room around her slowly came into focus.  She tried to bring her hand up to rub her head to help alleviate her pulsing headache but her hands weren’t responding.  It felt like there was a weight on them.  Or like they were being held down, bound.  Marinette’s eyes flew open and her heart started pounding as she searched the room for the akuma.  She looked at her hands and silently cursed to herself.  Not only were her arms bound to the arms of a wooden chair, she saw her own naked hands instead of her distinct red suit.  

She groaned and looked around for any clues to where she was being held and what the akuma might be.  If she could figure out their powers, she might be able to figure out how to get out of this.  She stopped when she saw a man in a green suit making his way toward her.  She blinked a few more times taking in his suit and hat.  “Is that… are those question marks?  Are you a question akuma?” she muttered out in French.

The man tilted his head at her.  “You’ll find English is necessary if you want to get out of this one alive, young Wayne.”

Marinette stared at the man a few more seconds, letting his words settle in her head as things started to click in her mind.  She wasn’t in Paris.  This wasn’t an akuma, because there weren’t akumas anymore. She and Adrien had defeated his father. She was in Gotham.  She had been on her way home after a disastrous dinner at the Wayne’s. This was a Gotham villain, not a Parisian one.  This was the Riddler.

Marinette breathed out a sigh of relief before her face scrunched in frustration.  “Are you kidding me?  Are you kidding me right now?  You had to do this right now?”

“Oh, I never kid about riddles.  Now, is not the time to panic, Little Lady,” he taunted.

“Oh, you have no fucking clue.  Now is most definitely NOT the time, but you made it the time,” she hissed at him.  “Do you have ANY idea how bad my week is going?  My night?  Do you? Do you have any idea of the trauma and nightmares I’m going to have to deal with already?  And that was before you forced me to witness your suit in person. And can you comprehend the mental and emotional cataclysm I’m already going to have to endure?  And you’re pulling this shit?  Now?”

“I’m just going to ask a few questions and then it’ll all be over and then you can have your little mental breakdown,” he jeered condescendingly.

She narrowed her eyes at him and tried to lunge at him, but her chest was tied to the chair, holding her back, and she’d never hated rope more than she did in that moment.  She growled and glared at him.  “Oh thank you for the permission.  And for the record, it won’t be little.  It’s going to be a monufuckingmental breakdown.  Thank you very much.  Granted it isn’t everything on Earth is destroyed but me and one other person, who caused it in the first place, level of bad.  But I think I’m justified in needing to take a fucking second to think and process. A second I’m not going to fucking get now am I?  Because of you.”  She turned her head to the side in frustration but her eyes got caught on a small red light.  Her mouth dropped open.  “Are you recording this?” she yelled at him.  That complicated things considerably.  Now she needed to watch her words.  Now she needed to make sure she didn’t expose anything.  Well that just sucked even more.

“Well, it wouldn’t be much of a game show without an audience, now would it,” he purred.

She scowled at him.  “By all means, record this to watch later.  Most people aren’t looking to get bitch slapped as hard as you’re going to get so publicly, but to each their own, I guess.  But, consent is a thing and next time, keep me out of it.”

She strained against the ropes holding her hands to the chair arms.  She glowered at him when they proved too tight for her to move her wrists.  “Also, it’s already not much of a game show.  If you have to knock out people and tie them down just to get them to play, either your show sucks or your host does.  Or in this case, both.”

“Now, now,” he snarled, his smile considerably more strained than it had been before.  “We’re just testing the newest Wayne to see how you’re going to fit in.”

“I could have told you that without all this,” she glowered.  “But you wanted to be a big man and ask a question.  So ask your little question.  Be a big man putting a bound, petite, non-native English speaking woman, in her place.  Although if that’s what it takes to make you feel like a man, that’s one of the most pathetic things I’ve ever heard.”

Riddler seethed at her, attempting to keep his face neutral, but failing spectacularly.  One of the Waynes should be afraid of him.  He had been hoping the new one would finally give him a Wayne that cowered in fear.  Instead, he got yet another feral child.  He gripped his question mark staff tightly, fighting the urge to hit her with it.  It was too early to start.  She’d get her punishment soon enough.  He looked up with a grin.  Very soon.

He looked back at her with a sadistic smirk. “Fine.  I’d hate to keep a lady waiting.  Perhaps first I should start with the stakes.”  He moved closer to smile in her face.  “Think well on your answer young Wayne, because for every question you get wrong,” he pointed up with his staff, “a knife falls.”

Marinette let out a deep, annoyed sigh and looked up to see a series of knives tied to the ceiling right above her seat.  She sighed and gave him a flat look. “Really?  That’s the best you could do?  You realize what I’ve been faced with before, right? Or did you not do your research?”  She narrowed her eyes at him.  “You look like a man who never does his research.”

Riddler sidled up to her in a step, his face a few centimeters from her own.  “We can start by testing out the knives if you’d prefer.”

Marinette leaned her head back.  Even if she couldn’t talk him out of making one drop, it wasn’t going to get her.  They would miraculously get diverted just enough to miss her.  Luck could be a bitch when it was against you and he’d left too much up to chance.  “Already changing the rules of the game?  What were you saying about a good game show?  Guess you really don’t care.”

“Fine!” Riddler screamed.  He walked away a few steps and turned back to her with a malicious glint in his eyes.  “Let’s start slow, shall we?  Starting in 1881, this hall brightened Paris’ nights while darkening its satire.  What is the name of this baby of Salis?”

Marinette stared at him blankly for a few seconds. Her face went slack.

Riddler leered down at her, his face breaking into a creepy grin at her apparent inability to answer his question.  “Oh, how sad.”  He gave her a mock pout.  “Looks like the new Wayne isn’t so smart after all.  What do they see in you anyway?  Can’t even answer a simple, easy question.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”  Marinette finally burst out.

Riddler frowned at her.  Instead of the fear he expected, her voice was incredulous and angry. “That’s the question, if you can’t answer…”

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?  That’s not a… You’re the Riddler.  That’s not a riddle!  That’s a… are you okay?  Like, seriously.  Are you okay?  Because I think… You know what?”  She took a deep steadying breath.  She opened her eyes to give him a serious look, completely devoid of fear, leaning more towards concerned.  

“I think you need a break.  I think you need to take a bit of time to reassess, refocus, and recenter yourself.  Then you can come back and be the Riddler I know you can be.  Because this,” she tried to motion toward him, “this is not it. That is... that isn't a riddle!  That's trivia!  You inaccurately named, evil Alex Trebek!  This would be a perfect opportunity to say I’m in Jeopardy, clueless asshole. So disappointed right now.”  She shook her head in disappointment, refusing to even look at him.

Riddler seethed at her, his face turning red with anger.  “Look either answer the question or…”

“THAT’S EXACTLY THE PROBLEM!” she screamed at him. “It’s a question, not a riddle.  And you missed a golden opportunity to ask a follow up question and saying it’s Double Jeopardy.  You missed the obvious pun!  This is why I say you need to take a break.  This isn’t you.  You’re better than this, I know you are.  I’m just… I’m worried about your mental health.”  She gave him a concerned look.

“If you can’t answer…” he snapped at her.  He gripped and regripped his question staff menacingly, leaning toward her with a snarl.

Marinette rolled her eyes at the attempt at intimidation. “Of course I can answer.  I’m from Paris and you’re asking about Le Chat Noir? Of course I know the answer.  Let me guess, your next question is about a ladybug,” she chirped, widening her eyes with false excitement.

Her face dropped the false sweetness and turned back into an aggravated frown.  “That’s not the fucking point.  My point is you interrupted my fucking abomination of a night for this bullshit and you’re not even on top of your game.  So I not only get shoved into the spotlight, against my will, by people violating my and my parents’ privacy, forcing Mon… my father to ramp up plans for my introduction.  Making sure my family and I knew we weren’t safe and exposing me to this bullshit along with the other attempts on me since it happened.”

Her frown turned into a disgusted sneer.  “And I was actually afraid for a moment because I thought you were an akuma, but you’re really just an underprepared asshole. It’s insulting frankly.”

Riddler swung his question mark staff at her catching her across her cheek.  He grinned at the blood trickling down her cheek.  Marinette glared up at him but refused to let a grunt of pain pass her lips. “Next question, hopefully this one is more to your liking.”  His eyes took on a malevolent glint.

Marinette’s eyes flicked behind him.  He smirked at her inability to make eye contact any longer. “No,” she interrupted, a smirk forming on her own lips.  “It’s my turn.  I have one for you.  It’s actually in the form of a riddle, if you think you can handle that.”  The Riddler growled at her and moved closer to tower over her threateningly.  “What lights up the day with black against yellow yet lights up the night with yellow against black.  It brings hope to those who see it yet marks your demise.  What is it?”

Riddler narrowed his eyes at her and backed away to get some space while he thought.  He looked down for a second, searching the ground as though it might hold the answer for him.  He suddenly looked up, his eyes bright with realization.  “A signal!” he exclaimed, jumping with excitement.  His face suddenly fell realizing the words that passed his lips.  

He spun around just in time for Signal to punch him in the jaw.  Riddler stumbled back falling backward on his ass.  Signal stalked toward him, eskrima sticks out and ready.  He kept his eyes on Riddler but raised his voice so Marinette could hear him.  “You alright, Ma’am?”

“I’m fine.  Just pissed,” she grunted.  She focused on her bindings, trying to figure out a way to loosen them enough to get out.

Signal smirked and gave a short nod.  “Preying on young women again?  Not a good look for you.”

“Penguin and Scarecrow both tried and couldn’t get to her.  I did,” he said defiantly, his chest puffing out even as he was slumped on the floor. “Penguin got to the museum too early. Scarecrow got to the hotel too late. But me?  I plan better.”

“And got a verbal bitch slap the likes of which Gotham has never seen for your trouble.”  Signal shook his head in mock sympathy and regripped his sticks. “Publicly.”

Riddler sneered at Signal.  “It won’t happen again.”

“You’re damn right it won’t,” Marinette called from her seat.  She pointed at him threateningly with her now miraculously freed right hand.  “Next time I’ll do it physically too.”

Signal grinned proudly and snorted at her comment. Riddler growled before looking back up at Signal with an angry scowl.  “Looks like this show has come to an end.  But we’ll be back after a short break.”  He hit his staff hard on the ground and a gas started emitting from it, obscuring Signal’s view.  Signal backed away and rushed over to Marinette, uncertain if the gas was dangerous.

He pulled out a knife and quickly sliced through the remaining ropes and helped her get free.  “Can you walk?”

Marinette started sprinting toward the exit.  “I can do better than that,” she called over her shoulder.  “You just going to stand there and let the gas get you?”  Signal smirked and followed her out.

She grunted as her shoulder rammed into the doorframe when she miscalculated the distance.  She silently cursed how long it was taking her brain to recover from having been knocked out.  Now out of the room she stopped running and rubbed her head as if willing it to kick back into gear.

“You sure you’re okay?” Signal asked catching up to her.

Marinette couldn’t see his eyes under his mask but the bottom half of his face seemed to be contorted in concern.  She grumbled noncommittally in response and rubbed her shoulder.  She looked around them quickly.  “You sure this is a safe way out?  He has to have had help.  I don’t see him doing his own dirty work.”

Signal nodded.  “He did have help.  But, so do I.”  He nodded behind him.

Marinette craned her neck around him to look behind him. She cringed as she saw Red Hood kneeing someone in the face.  The goon fell limply to the ground, unconscious before he hit.  Red Hood looked up and ran over to them as soon as he spotted her.  “Pi… uh… pretty impressive mouth,” he stuttered.  He looked over her closely as he could without touching her.  His eyes zeroed in on her cheek.

Marinette stared at him for a few seconds missing the incredulous look Signal tried to give him.  “Um… thanks… I think.”  She blinked a few more times before frowning.  “Yeah, can we not talk about my mouth, please?”

Red Hood choked on nothing and shook his head, leaning away, as if trying to get away from the idea.  “I meant your att…” he shook his head again and looked back at her. “Not a problem.  Let’s never talk about it again.  Are you okay?  Did he hurt you anywhere else?”  His eyes scanned her again and stopped at her wrists.

Marinette rubbed her wrists self-consciously. “No…” she started.  “I mean!  No he didn’t hurt me anywhere else.  But I am okay,” she rushed out when she saw him tense up at her words.

“Where is he?” Red Hood growled, still staring at her wrists.

“Got away,” Signal answered.

Red hood rounded on him, his entire body tensed for a fight.  “What do you mean he got away?”

Marinette stepped between them and pushed Red Hood back gently.  “He released some kind of gas.  He got me out of there before we found out what it did.  Seems like a good move considering how he got me in the first place.”

Red Hood looked down at her for a second before looking up to Signal with a nod.  He remembered seeing the gas dissipating when they finally caught up to where she was taken.  It had looked like there was enough to knock out an entire city block.  Definitely overkill, but spoke to Riddler’s desperation to be the first to kidnap her.  “Idea which direction he went?”

Signal sighed a heavy sigh.  “I didn’t see which way he went but it had to be out the west side of the room, but that’s all I got.”

Red Hood nodded and touched his com.  “You got that?”  He paused for a moment listening to whatever was being said over his com.  “Yes, she’s fine.  A few rope burns and a cut on her cheek, but seems okay other than that.”

Signal nodded and laid a hand on her shoulder. “Do you have family we can call?”

Marinette shook her head absentmindedly, the strain of the night starting to hit.  “No, I can call my brother.  He’s probably terrified about me.”

Red Hood seemed to freeze.  “Just… the one brother?  You… aren’t you one of the Waynes?”

Marinette’s eyes widened and her face paled.  She plastered a smile on her face. “Right.  Yes.  Of course. I… I meant my one brother was with me at the time.  Yes. Yeah.  The Waynes are my family.  I’m a… I’m… Yeah, I’m a… Wayne,” she barely managed to get the word out of her mouth.  It felt wrong and foreign on her tongue.  She smiled wider at them.  “But you don’t… you don’t have to bother them.  They’re all busy.”

“Yeah, looking for you,” Red Hood answered back sharply.  “They’re the ones that called us.  They’re terrified right now.”

“I think they’d want to know,” Signal urged gently, his voice heartfelt and slightly pained.

She let out a bitter scoff before she could stop herself.  She squeezed her eyes shut and mentally berated her still drugged mind for letting that slip out.  “I meant,” she started loudly, “I’ll inform someone.  They’d want to… hear it from me,” she finished quietly.

Red Hood took a breath and moved closer to her, gently resting his hands on her shoulders.  “I promise you, they’re worried about you and they would want to know. They’d want to make sure you’re okay. They’d want to make sure you feel safe. They would want to protect you. In fact, I’d expect to see a lot more of them over the next few days.”

Marinette opened her mouth to answer but got interrupted by the police breaking into the room.  Marinette pursed her lips and seemed to let a calm come over her.  Red Hood looked harder at her change as the police led her off to take her statement.  No, it wasn’t calm.  It was a numbness, an absence of any feelings.  His face contorted into a scowl.  Exactly what Adrien had described.  “You get that,” Red Hood snapped into his com.  He waited a few seconds before shaking his head.  

“That’s a fool’s bet,” Signal scoffed.  “Of course she’s not going to.  She might send a text.  And even then I bet it won’t be much.”

Red Hood listened for a few more seconds before he shook his head again.  “I’m not taking that bet either.”  He watched as Adrien just stopped himself from tackling Marinette in his excitement to see her again.  After what looked like a worried conversation, he saw Adrien pull her into a tight hug and Marinette melt into it.  “We need to fix this and quick before B does anything else to completely destroy any chance we have,” Red Hood snarled.  He turned and started grappling away.  “I’m going rogue hunting.”

Chapter 17

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[goggles-mcgee]

Your fic idea Wish Me Away has so much angst potential but also, do you know how funny is It to imagine the shenanigans the Batfam will get into because of this cute baby who came with a box full of little ancient gods that live in magic jewels!!

I'm hoping it will be an equal balance of angst and humor, or course with a happy ending for Marinette and her family and friends.

Oh man yeah the Batfam will figure that out quick. Especially since Mari will bring out every Miraculous to "train" with, she's just playing with them, and she transforms with them a lot. The family really worries when she uses Kaalki. But they worry anyways because she always somehow manages to get out of the manor to help them with their patrols, they are thankful to the Miraculous Cure that the Ladybug Miraculous gives Marietta, but they don't know how many times they can take being mid fight only for her to show up and try to help.

Joker literally laughed till he passed out when this tiny little mouse-themed hero came out of nowhere and put her hand up and yelled "Stop cwown!" He tried to keep his gun in his hand but to no avail, he was shaking to much and it fell and Mari looked very pleased with herself.

Poison Ivy literally stopped what she was doing when this little bumble-bee hero flew in front of her face and gave her a smile and said, "Pretty flowers! Belles fleurs!" She just stared before grabbed the child and hugging her to her chest and glaring at Batman before yelling, "Don't you have enough you furry?"

The Batfam lost it when little Bumble-bee pointed at Batman and tilted her head and asked, "Furry?"

Ivy got the biggest smirk on her face when she smiled down at Bumble-bee and nodded. She even used baby voice and said, "Yes my flower, he's a furry."

Ivy swore she could see a blush under the cowl when the child pointed at Batman and in a very happy voice shouted, "Furry, furry, furry!"

Harley Quinn had been in the middle of a robbery when a small person dressed like a fox popped in and looked at Harley and then at Bud and Lou and back at Harley with super big blue eyes. "Pet?" She asked.

And what was Harley supposed to say? No? Yeah hell no was she going to tell the little on no so she nodded and the child giggled in glee. She watched to make sure Bud and Lou didn't hurt the little one and was pleasantly surprised when they just licked the child and laughed. So they liked her, huh.

So Harley decided to stop her robbing to introduce herself, "I'm Harley Quinn, nice to meet you kid!"

"Quinn?"

"Harley Quinn."

"Haw-wee?"

"Close enough!"

Then she told the little one Bud and Lou's names and she watched as the child would point at them and say their name and look back at her to confirm and when she got it right she would clap her hands and giggle. It was at that point that Harley said fuck it and stopped robbing the store and decided to take the little one out for ice cream. That's how B-man found them and she had to say, he looked pretty frazzled.

Catwoman, Selina found her own little hero when she was on the prowl one night, just to stretch out and get some air. Maybe have some fun if Bruce didn't hear about it. Then she heard a small someone say "Meow!"

She had never turned so fast, nearly fell off the roof. Which apparently was funny because the small child that was on the roof laughed and crawled over to her. Selina just stared at the little one and all she could think of was that she was going to kill Bruce. Another one!? Really!? Why was it so small???

So she picked up the child and went to find Batman so she could kick him off a roof. But she couldn't help but smile down at the little kitten. "I'm calling you Kitten." She mumbled as she jumped on the rooftops as carefully as she could.

"Kitten?" The child asked as she pointed to herself.

"You're smart. I'm Catwoman."

"Chat! Meow!"

Selina couldn't help but laugh at that and nod. When she finally found Bruce she did kick him. Not off the roof though but it was still a little satisfying. The little bundle of black and blue in her arms squirmed until she set her down and she watched in fascination as she ran to Batman and hugged his leg. "Dad-dee!"

"Kitten we've been looking for you everywhere!"

So her name was Kitten. 10 points for Selina.

"You know I thought I was the one supposed to give you a kid B."

"Can we please talk about this later?"

"Daddy! Wanna go with Cat!"

Apparently Bruce was not good at saying no to the little Kitten because he looked at her after trying to convince the little one five times that she should go home, and asking if she would mind just taking her out for a while. Selina didn't mind in the least, plus she figured she could get some more dirt on him later at the manor.

Riddler had been mid riddle with Red Robin when a small little snake themed girl came out of nowhere. He had just stared at her when Red Robin grabbed her and was scolding her and asking what she thought she was doing.

"That's a child."

"Yes Nygma."

"That's an actual human child."

"She's one and a half so more so an infant."

"Okay. What is that infant doing here?"

"She's my sister."

"Jesus Chr-Batman has a problem. Yeah no, I'm not doing this with that here. We'll carry on later."

"I have to arrest you Nygma."

"Why? I didn't even get to say my riddle!"

"...The bombs."

"Right."

Anyways XD here's some shenanigans for you!

[redhoodieone]

Fucking Perfect

A/N: Hey, y’all!!! Here’s another fic that was actually a request from @jasontoddslut. I hope you all enjoy!

WARNINGS: Language, violence, and smut!

It wasn’t that late. With a DVD and a large free pepperoni pizza in hand (the pizza was actually a “thank you” from a local pizza owner after Jason saved his life), Jason couldn’t help but keep smiling underneath his red helmet as he drove to his and Danielle’s home. They were supposed to have a night in; no distractions, no interruptions, and no patrolling, for him at least.

But Bruce had called him for help last minute around 9:00 because Joker decided to break out of Arkham Asylum with every other inmate, from Harley Quinn to Scarecrow. To say the mission was bizarre as hell wouldn’t be exaggerating. Jason and Dick laughed their asses off the entire night because it was like a high school reunion for all of Gotham’s villains. Even Bruce couldn’t help but grin a little when he saw the Riddler and Penguin link arms and skip down the street behind Bane, Two Face, Mr. Freeze, and Killer Croc.

It was one hilarious but memorable sight.

But now all Jason could think about was getting back home to Danielle as he speeds down the streets on his bike from Arkham while holding the box of pizza and DVD. Just thinking about a hot shower, cuddling with Danielle on the couch under a fluffy blanket, and just falling asleep in the comfort of their home makes him consider giving up the vigilante life sometimes.

He wondered what his life would be like not being everyone’s hero.

No more subtle or dangerous injuries. Staying in bed the entire night. Having the ability to go here and there and do everything normal like others. Maybe even settling down somewhere in the countryside, where he can finally retain his own property, perhaps build himself his own auto salvage business where he’ll specialize in fixing and rebuilding expensive, fast cars and bikes.

Having something to call his own has always been a secret dream of his. Only Y/N knows all that.

Jason could just see it now: waking up early to see the beautiful sunrise from the safety on the ground, arm wrapped protectively around his wife, who would be pregnant with their child...

He initially tenses up at that particular thought. Jason has never even spoken about his desire to have kids. Hell, he has always boasted about hating kids; often complaining about them being bratty, loud, and just being unbearable little shits.

Jason even pretends to despise Dick and Barbara’s five-year-old son, Tommy, just because he enjoys pissing them off. But in all honesty, Jason loves his nephew and knows damn well that if anything were to happen to Tommy...Jason would fucking kill them in a heartbeat.

Fuck, even Barbara gets on Jason’s ass about when he’s finally going to settle down and have kids of his own. She and Dick make the normal, perfect life look easy. They were brave and strong enough to walk away from the vigilante life, only promising Bruce that they’ll help him every now and then and only for big emergencies.

Jason couldn’t believe it at first. Dick and Barbara just happily moved to a safe, typical suburban but luxurious home far away from Gotham. They made it look so effortless and picture-perfect.

With Dick and Barbara gone, all Jason has is Tim and Damian around. Which isn’t much considering they have their own lives.

And Jason used to have Y/N, his best friend.

Before Jason’s thoughts could consume him more, he pulls up to the private parking garage at his penthouse. After he parks his bike, he climbs off and removes his red helmet; quickly inhaling air after sweating so much. Holding the helmet underneath his left arm, he carries the pizza and DVD and heads to the elevator.

He sighs heavily; his back hurts like fuck after being thrown around a lot from Killer Croc. He wonders if it would be completely sexist or just entirely fucked up if he asks Danielle for a backrub.

We’ve been together for two years. She knows my line of work, and if she really loves me, she’ll give me an all-body massage...and besides...this is the first time I’m asking for one anyways, he thinks to himself.

The elevator dings and opens for him; revealing the private floor that is his, courtesy of Bruce. If it weren’t for Bruce, Jason wouldn’t have the luxury of such a private and quiet place to call home. Bruce owns the entire building, mostly business associates and employees live and stay here anyways.

Jason walks to the door and opens it; is actually quite stunned that it’s unlocked. Mostly because he’s OCD about that, even if this floor and this entire building is private, Jason still likes to take precaution.

The guy fucking grew up on the streets and has seen and done bad things. Really bad. But he’s not like that anymore. Oh, no he’s not. Now, Jason lives by his new principles, but that doesn’t mean he’s not a badass anymore or is violent by nature. He is still Jason Todd.

Stepping inside his penthouse, Jason kicks the front door shut with his heavy boot and sets the pizza and DVD on the entryway table. He puts his helmet back on and quickly pulls a gun from his thigh holster. Jason takes this seriously, just as with any mission or recon.

He quietly goes down the hallway, immediately notices their bedroom door is cracked open and a light is on. He raises his gun and says...

Fuck it. I’m going in with my gun. Hope this all ends well with no blood.

Jason kicks open the bedroom door and has the most fucked up, perfect view of his girlfriend, Danielle, in bed with another man; a man who is on top of her, fucking her underneath the covers, IN THEIR BED!!!!!

Danielle gasps in surprise. “Jason! What-what are you doing home so early?!” she panics. She sits up and pushes the man off of her. Her tits are on display, after the blanket falls from her chest.

The male brunette is shocked at seeing Jason. The naked man uses the sheet to hide his lower body. Jason thinks this guy is a fucking tool. He’s shaking badly, and he’s sputtering like an idiot.

“Oh, oh God! This is Jason? You’re with fucking Red Hood? Oh, my God...OH, MY GOD! This guy is gonna kill me, Dani! He-he has a fucking gun in his hand! I’m gonna fucking die!” the man cries out.

“SHUT YOUR GODDAMN FUCKING MOUTH, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” Jason yells from underneath his helmet. The voice changer that’s built into his helmet makes him sound more dark...even demonic. But Jason could care less about anything and everything right now. All he can think about is beating the shit out of this guy. “WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?!”

Danielle runs a hand through her messy long red hair, and sniffles. She’s actually...crying?

“This is Paul-”

“Don’t fucking tell him my name! Jesus Christ! Are you trying to get me killed?!”

Jason aims his gun and shoots near Paul’s head. The loud, piercing sound fills the room. The bullet hits the wall, but nonetheless scares the shit out of Paul.

Paul covers his eyes and cries. “Of fuck...please don’t kill me. Oh God, please don’t...”

Jason removes his helmet in anger and throws it down. His green eyes are already red-rimmed. He won’t admit he’s crying...God no...his allergies must be acting up.

“So, what the fuck, Dani? You’re seriously sleeping with someone else?” Jason asks, rhetorically of course. “In our house...underneath our covers...in our bed?!”

“Jason, please. I-I didn’t want you to find out this way,” Dani says.

“But you wanted me to find out?” Jason snaps, suddenly moves closer to the bed. Paul moves backwards away from him. “You wanted me to find out, but just not this way? JESUS CHRIST, DANI! What the fuck were you thinking?! Why the hell would you do this to me, after everything we’ve fucking been through!”

“Because you weren’t here! You weren’t here tonight!” Dani yells.

“What the hell does that mean? You decided to cheat on me because I WASN’T HERE TONIGHT?!”

Paul slowly stands up with the sheet. “Maybe I should leave...” he mumbles.

“How about I show you the way out, BUDDY?!” Jason spits out. He grabs Paul’s throat and drags him across the bedroom.

“DON’T HURT HIM! PLEASE DON’T HURT HIM, JASON!” Dani cries out.

Jason was seeing red. He couldn’t see or think straight at all. With a huff, Jason slams Paul down to the floor and drops down to beat the fucking shit out of Paul. His fist keeps coming down hard and fast, and he definitely ignores Paul crying, pleading for him to stop. Jason even ignores the sight of a lot of blood and bones cracking underneath his punches.

“STOP IT! JASON, STOP HURTING HIM, PLEASE!” Dani screams in horror, pulling Jason back by grabbing his leather jacket.

When Jason finally stops, he realizes Paul’s face is almost disfigured because of the blood and swelling, but he doesn’t care. At all.

Jason shoves Dani away from him and glares down at Paul. “Here’s what’s going to happen, Paul. You’re not going to open your fucking mouth. You’re not going to tell anyone about my home. You’re not going to tell anyone about me. Your injuries? You’re going to tell everyone you got your pansy, white ass jumped in an alley and that you obviously lost the fight. And you’re going to walk out of here naked. You’re not going to look at Dani, not talk to her, not even think about her, you’re just going leave. NOW.”

“B-but what about my-my clothes?” Paul stutters.

Jason quickly collects all of Paul’s clothes and opens his bedroom window. He pulls out his lighter and lights the clothes on fire. Jason drops them over the railing. “You don’t need them. After fucking my girlfriend in my home and in my bed, you bet your homewrecking sweet ass that you’ll be walking home in nothing but shame and remorse. Now, get the fuck out of my house before I break your legs next.”

“Yes sir. I’m sorry, sir. No one will ever know about this,” Paul rambles on as he struggles to stand up. Once he does, he quickly leaves the bedroom but not before mumbling. “Why couldn’t she date Green Lantern or-or Batman. Wait! Not Batman! Anyone but Batman and Red Hood!”

As the front door slams shut, Jason turns to face his naked girlfriend, Dani. He feels his chest tighten, causing a pain he hasn’t felt since he was a kid and lost his mother and home. He wants to cry in front of her, maybe even scream at her, but all the anger he felt before is gone now. Jason’s only left with a sense of sadness and he doesn’t even know what to do about it.

The silence is killing them. He’s no fool. He can see she’s trying to hold herself together but is failing immensely because she’s looking up at him with those sad, puppy dog eyes.

But a thought quickly crosses his mind: only Y/N’s puppy dog eyes make him give into her. Every time. Y/N’s Y/C/E eyes weakens him, and he always wants to please her when she looks at him.

But Dani’s eyes don’t. There’s no sense of comfort and warmth in them like Y/N’s.

“I’m...I’m so sorry, Jay,” Dani begins.

“Don’t call me that. You don’t get to call me that anymore,” Jason interrupts angrily. He doesn’t even know why she’s apologizing. He knows he can’t forgive her. He won’t forgive her.

Dani scoffs. “You can’t seriously be pissed off at me. You’ve fucking cheated before. You’ve slept around like Bruce does. You can’t fucking hold this against me! I gave you a chance!”

“You’re forgetting that I used to do that!” Jason yells. He runs a hand through his messy dark hair and growls under his breath. He needs someone to calm him down. He needs someone to tell him everything’s going to be all right. He needs the comfort and warmth only one person has: Y/N. Jason realizes he needs her now more than ever, and that scares him a bit. “I haven’t done any of that shit since we’ve been together. The second I realized that I was in love with you, I changed. I changed because I wanted to be with you! And you bringing up my past to try to justify your actions is fucking wrong, Dani.”

“Cry me a fucking river, Jason,” Dani spits out.

“Nope. Not this time. Get the fuck out of my house.”

Dani doesn’t put up a fight. She gets dressed, packs a bag of her things, and tells Jason she’ll be back for the rest later. She does glance at him one last time before she walks out though.

“The thing is...I needed my boyfriend, not a hero.”

The door slams shut, leaving Jason frozen in place. The silence is deadly; he can feel his thoughts racing and screaming loud in his head.

He needs Y/N.

Jason needs his best friend.

Tears force themselves out his eyes as he calls Y/N.

“Hello?”

Jason pauses, and he wonders if he’s making a mistake. Maybe she won’t come. He hasn’t been a particularly good friend to her lately. “Y/N, I need you. I...need you, please...”

“I’m on my way.”

Jason knew he was in deep shit after he finished off a new bottle of whiskey before Y/N came over. He couldn’t help himself. After he hanged up with her, he ripped off his costume and stripped down to nothing but his white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, even after lowering the thermostat to 62 degrees.

Perhaps the end of his real first serious relationship was suffocating him mentally and physically. He’s never lived with a girlfriend before either.

He was about to open a new bottle of whiskey just as the front door opens and closes.

“Jason?” Y/N calls out.

Jason whips around fast and grins. He’s buzzed, but not quite drunk yet. “Y/N!”

Y/N is stunned to see Jason in nothing but his underwear as he runs to her and embraces her hard. She stumbles back a bit, but he captures her easily to steady her and holds her tightly to his chest.

“You’re soaked...and cold,”

“It’s raining outside like it always does,” Y/N giggles and gently pushes Jason back a bit. “Let me take off my coat and get warmed up.”

Jason allows her, watches intently when Y/N takes off her raincoat. She’s wearing her black and red plaid pajama pants and a Metallica t-shirt he’s positive she stole from him. She kicks off her booties and displays her light blue fuzzy socks he adores.

Jason knew Y/N had to have been in bed when he called, but she came anyway. She always comes to him because she’s always there for him.

She’s always been here for me, hasn’t she? Why haven’t I seen it before? He thinks to himself.

Y/N smiles softly and reaches a hand out to Jason. He takes it, almost hypnotized by how he does anything she wants. She leads them to the couch, but not before she sees the pizza box and DVD on the entryway table. She raises an eyebrow at him.

“That...was my failed attempt at romance tonight,” Jason admits sheepishly.

Y/N shakes her head, but still smiles. “It doesn’t have to go to waste. We can eat the pizza and watch the movie, right? I mean...only if you want to, of course,” she says.

“Only with you, sweetheart.”

Y/N releases his hand and quickly grabs the pizza and movie. She meets him in the living room where Jason’s already sitting down. She smiles and puts the DVD on. But before she sits beside him, she heads over to the kitchen. She returns with two cans of soda and napkins.

Jason looks down when her soft, small hand reaches out to him...only to take away the unopened bottle of whiskey. “No more tonight...please.”

He can’t help but nod his head. She’s right, he’s had enough to drink. He can’t numb his feelings and thoughts anymore. That’s why when Jason starts crying, he doesn’t feel embarrassment or anything. Y/N’s seen him at his best and worst; and she’s still here no matter what.

The movie is playing, but they’re not watching it. Jason can’t even hear it. When he looks up to see why, he can only see Y/N looking at him.

She doesn’t ask why he’s crying. Jason knows Y/N’s caring nature is all about comfort and understanding. That’s why he doesn’t move or say anything when she scoots closer to hug him. The second she wraps her arms around his neck, he cries freely. He embraces her; allows her scent of cinnamon and sandalwood calm him down.

Jesus Christ...has she always smelled so good? Fuck...this perfume is making me hard right now. Jason shamelessly thinks to himself.

“It’s okay, Jay. What you’re feeling right now, it’s not forever. You won’t feel like this again anytime soon. I promise,” Y/N whispers. She runs her hand through his hair. “I’ll always be here for you. Always and forever.”

Jason opens his eyes and pulls back to see Y/N. Clarity finally hits him. His heart beats faster when he looks down to her soft lips and back up to those puppy dog eyes, that he loves so much. She looks back at him with the same intensity, he wonders if she recognizes what he’s just realized.

“You’ve always been mine, haven’t you?” Jason whispers.

Y/N smiles as she runs both her hands up and down Jason’s chest. “It took you long enough to see it,” she answers.

“I’m a fucking idiot,” he says, nodding his head in agreement.

“No, no you just made a mistake and now you’re going to give me what we both deserve,” Y/N says softly.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jason finally kisses Y/N. He wanted to slam his lips against hers, but he knew she deserved better than that. He takes his time and allows their mouths to move together, so they can really feel each other. But the second Y/N opens her mouth for more, Jason can’t say no and deny her that.

He tastes her as thoroughly as he can, but he wants more. He pulls away and asks her with his eyes. When she nods her head, he gently pushes her back onto the couch and climbs on top of her so their pelvis’ touch appropriately.

“I would take you to my bed, but I have to burn it because it’s seriously fucked up, doll,” Jason says in between his kisses. “Another man’s cum is stained all over my blankets...in case that’s not clear enough, Dani cheated on me.”

Y/N caresses Jason’s cheek and gently smiles at him. He was expecting her to cuss about Dani or get uncomfortable about talking about what happened, but Y/N did neither of those things. Her eyes said it all.

“It’s okay,” Y/N whispers. She leans up a bit to kiss him. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Jason closes his eyes and sighs. Y/N was here, and she’s not going anywhere. And that’s all his heart needs to move forward.

When he opens his eyes, Y/N sits up a bit to take off her t-shirt. She’s braless. Jason’s sharp intake of breath is evident when he can’t take his emerald, green eyes off her perfect tits. Jason helps her remove her pajama pants, along with her panties and socks.

His cock is painfully hard in his underwear. Seeing Y/N’s naked body underneath his is giving him all sorts of naughty ideas, but he knows what he really needs right now.

Y/N knows, too. She bites her bottom lip and pushes down Jason’s underwear, revealing his hard cock. She briefly takes in how thick his dick is and how delicious the precum is smeared across the head.

“I promise I’ll take my time learning what you taste like and what makes you cum. I just...I just need to feel...” Jason struggles out, but when Y/N touches his chest, he inhales deeply. “I need to feel warm. I need to feel...you.”

Y/N nods and looks deep into Jason’s eyes. “Feel me, Jay. I want you to feel all of me.”

Jason bravely pushes his cock inside Y/N’s pussy. He closes his eyes and breathes hard. She was everything he was hoping for. He loved the way her walls were tight, warm, and wet. He lowers his forehead to hers and he bathes in the way she moans. Jason pulls back a bit to look down at her; he smiles at the way she bites her bottom lip and throws her head back.

“Fuck...Jay move, please,” Y/N moans.

He’s more than thrilled to do her request, especially when she moans out his nickname only she can call him.

Jason moves his hips. His cock shifts in and out of her steadily before he thrusts deeper. Y/N wraps her arms around him and meets his thrusts so his cock can hit her g-spot. Jason was proud at that moment for having a cock shaped well enough to hit Y/N’s g-spot; he desperately wants to make her cum so hard.

“Oh, fuck...you feel so good, princess. Do you like taking my cock like this?” Jason moans out.

Y/N moans and wraps her legs around Jason’s waist. “Y-yes! Your cock is so big. Please go harder. I-I want to cum!” Y/N cries out.

“Fuck yeah, I’ll fuck you harder! I want you to cum with me! I want to feel you cum on this big cock!” he’s panting, he’s giving her everything she wants.

Jason fucks her harder, slams his hips against Y/N’s body. He’s already on the verge of cumming, but he can’t help it. Y/N’s moans are affecting him. Her tight heat is hitting him harder than ever. He knows this’ll be over any second, but he promised her he’ll take his time when they do it again...maybe for round two tonight.

He lowers a hand to rub her engorged clit as he thrusts faster. He’s so close. He’s so close to a hot release and he wants her to cum with him.

“Cum with me, princess. I want to feel you cum so hard,” Jason pants out, his thrusts are crazy and uneven.

Y/N raises her hips so Jason thrusts five times to make her orgasm. She cries out his name. She cums hard and all over his cock. Her walls tighten around him, and she’s sure her body goes into shock. When Y/N looks up with lustful, hazy eyes, she sees Jason’s face contorted in amazement at her.

More than satisfied, Y/N pinches her own nipples and bites her bottom lip. She wants Jason to cum now.

“Cum in me, Jay. Fill me up with your hot, delicious cum. Mmm...I can’t wait to taste it. I want to suck your big, hard cock next,” Y/N says seductively.

Jason’s face adorably scrunches up as his release hits him. He thrusts a few more times, cumming hard like she did, spurting every drop of his cum inside her. His moans drive her wild. He breathes heavily and continues to ride out his orgasm until he has nothing left to spill inside.

He pulls out and drops beside her, but quickly holds her so she doesn’t fall off the couch.

Because just imagine getting a concussion after having an orgasm.

Y/N hums in the afterglow of sex with Jason. She rests her head on his chest as he rubs her back. He kisses her forehead softly. He feels more than okay now but knows there will be plenty to talk about after the sexy haze fades.

Thoughts of living in the countryside flash into his mind. Watching that sunrise, with Y/N’s in his arms, and she’s carrying their child in her womb.

That perfect life appears real now. His dream doesn’t seem impossible to achieve. With Y/N there, everything seems possible.

“Are you okay now?” Y/N asks softly.

Jason grins and looks down at her. He doesn’t quite know what to say but figures he should try.

“With you in my arms, I’m fucking perfect, princess.”

[bigskydreaming]

And one more bit from the “Kings of the Sky” AU albeit several installments in, because I just......don’t know when or why I stumbled into an obsession with the dynamics between Dick and Jason and Cass as the eldest three Wayne siblings, but its there, its real, and its happening. I’ve stopped fighting it. I just....enjoy writing those three being dumb siblings who are dumb like so, so much.

Anyway, in this AU series, Jason doesn’t go to Ethiopia and die, but rather eventually joins Dick at Titans Tower more regularly and is Flamebird. Both are closer with Bruce here than in canon because Dick helped Bruce and Jason get through the Garzonas stuff and Jason helped kick Bruce in the direction of Dick and adoption papers right after the Brother Blood storyline. Then Cass is actually the third to join the family, by way of Babs, and she’s Batgirl and then Black Bat, but there’s a period of time when its just Dick, Jason and Cass as the Wayne kids. 

(PS - this is the same series as where Jason ends up with his own age group of Titans, and accidentally falls into a love quadrangle of doom that is absolutely NOT a polycule dammit, with Tom Bronson (Tomcat), Ray Terrill (The Ray) and Todd Rice (Obsidian). Which amuses his brother and sister to no end).

Tim and Duke are both next, but sorta at the same time? Like Tim’s story takes a sharp turn when Robin II never dies and obviously is Flamebird now like Robin I is Nightwing, and Tim winds up in foster care after his parents die differently than in canon. Duke is also in foster care at this time, though a different placement, and while no Robin has died here, its been awhile since there’s been one in Gotham, and to kids who grew up with the idea of there always being a Robin, that feels weird and wrong ultimately. 

So Tim and Duke both hit on the idea of being Robin like, at around the same time and totally disconnected from one another, and that leads to them both joining the Batfam around the same time, and co-sharing Robin until Damian arrives much later and they both move on to new identities. But there’s no real confusion between Robins because Duke is the daytime Robin with more yellow coloring in his costume and Tim is the nighttime Robin with more red, and people say Red or Yellow if they ever need to differentiate which Robin they’re talking about. Anyway.

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So [Tim and Duke] run into trouble eventually and then when running from trouble they run into each other and they’re like….huh. Awkward. And then they decide well, might as well both run from trouble in the same direction, I guess. So they do.

“Did you have a plan for dealing with these guys?” Tim yelled at Duke. The other boy looked back over his shoulder briefly and gave what would probably have been a half-shrug if he didn’t awkwardly try to barrel-roll over a car two seconds later.

“Umm, sorta?”

“How sorta are we talking about? Maybe the two of us together could fill in the gaps in the plan and come up with one full plan?”

“Uh yeah, no, its not that kinda sorta. I meant sorta in the sense that I thought I had a plan but it didn’t work and that’s why these guys are after me. Sooooo…”

“Not helpful, basically.”

“Yeah. Pretty much. And hey, I don’t hear you offering up a plan! Did you even have one at all?”

“Uh….I mean I kinda didn’t think I was going to need one because I figured some kid running around in a mask making a nuisance of himself was the sorta thing that was bound to attract Batman. And so I was just pretty much running around until that happened, and then I’d make a case for how I obviously need training and Gotham needs Robin and if its not me its likely to be someone else trying eventually anyway so why not be me?”

Duke paused just long enough to squint at him. “That’s a terrible plan.”

Tim rolled his eyes. The effort didn’t pair well with his huffing and over-all exertions from running for his life and all that, but necessity demanded. “Yeah I know, that’s why I never said it was a plan! It was mostly….more…idea-ish.”

“I’m just saying, I thought I was doing this wrong, but at least I had a plan! I mean yeah, it might have ended up with me accidentally busting in on what I thought was a bunch of Riddler’s henchmen setting up some kind of clue thing, only it was actually a bunch of Intergang type guys with alien space guns or some shit all dressed up as Riddler henchmen for some reason? I dunno what they were trying to do honestly, but so yeah I might have ended up running away on foot from like twenty of them and some kind of hovercycle -”

“I’m going to cut you off there and say wherever this is going its probably not the superior vantage point I think you think you have.”

Meanwhile, Batman was not going to be coming because he’s off on a JLA mission. However, in his absence Dick and Jason are in town filling in, and they finished taking out the bad guys several blocks back and caught up to whomever was running from them, figured out the situation and are currently sitting on the edge of a rooftop watching them realize they’re totally lost and trying to figure out where to go from here. Mostly because Dick and Jason are incredibly amused listening to their back and forth and also just…this whole situation.

Dick justifies not piping up to let them know they’re safe now by saying this is good intel gathering so we can offer Bruce our assessment as to whether they’re gonna try and keep doing this whether we train them or not, and also how they handle this whole being lost situation. Not knowing they don’t have to run anymore isn’t going to hurt them and really, this is a good field exercise almost.

Jason justifies not piping up by saying this is fucking hilarious and I will hurt you if you end this any sooner than we have to, I deserve this, I had a rough week.

Which is right around the time that Cass pipes up from where she’s been lurking unnoticed behind them this whole time: “Oh no. Was it Tom? Or Ray? Or was it Todd?”

And she does it right in Jason’s ear so he kinda aborted-shrieks and almost falls off the roof except Cass is ready for that and grabs his arm to steady him.

“I hate when you do that!” Jason growls in an attempt to cover up how badly she got him and also because he hates when she does it which is why she does it a lot. Again, they don’t hate each other at all, but they do seem to act like it a lot, and neither of them is entirely sure why. They kinda just started doing it and have each been trying to get the other back ever since and ended up locked in an unending spiral of gotcha-gotchaback, except, y’know, Batfam style.

Dick occasionally picks sides just to muddy the waters. And then he randomly switches sides without warning, so neither of them ever wants to risk getting too peeved at him even when he’s helping the other, because that might push him fully over to the other side and leave them permanently outnumbered, so they’re kinda stuck, which is exactly as he likes it, lol.

“Why are you Satan,” Jason hisses dramatically as he gets up and stomps over to the other side of the roof to sulk, lest she almost knock him off again. Its not the almost falling part that bothers him, its that she’s the one that snatches him to safety each time. She’s like a freaking cat toying with a - yeah not going there, just blaming Selina. Knew them hanging out was going to be bad news for me somehow, he gripes.

Cass just shrugs and smoothly sits down cross-legged right where she is, grinning Cheshire-cat style at him from there. “Childhood trauma,” is her answer.

“Great, and now you’re stealing my comeback on top of it?! Is nothing sacred to you?”

She offers another shrug. He would like to return those for store credit please. Maybe get something useful instead. “Haven’t decided yet. Babs is still helping me explore my options. We’re going alphabetically and we’re only on  the E-religions.”

“God, you’re the worst. I can’t believe you ruined sisters for me.”

“You already used that same line last week when you came out of your room still half-asleep and she was just sitting directly across from your door waiting and staring unblinking and you yelped and dropped your laptop on your toe, and then cursed so loud that B came running around the hall thinking we were being invaded,” Dick reported idly, still perched in the same position he’d been in all along and watching the boys below them. “Just in case you thought no one noticed when you recycle.”

“I noticed too,” Cass added solemnly.

“I have no siblings,” Jason intoned. He threw up his hands dramatically and then loudly jumped down to the street below with a little help from the fire escape. It drew both Duke and Tim’s attention and they startled before realizing it was Flamebird. And that he’d landed on the street and was stalking past them while barely acknowledging them. And that that was Nightwing standing on the roof now with his hands on his hips yelling after him.

“Oh, reeeeeeal subtle. You’re not having fun anymore so you gotta make sure nobody else does either. Wow, the Brat-like behavior, just jumped out of the shadows with that one!”

And that was Flamebird not even turning around and just yelling back. “I HAVE NO SIBLINGS!”

And also they were both pretty sure that was Batgirl crouched on the roof next to Nightwing now, and she was…..sticking her tongue out at Flamebird’s back? No, Batgirl very much definitely was sticking out her tongue, that wasn’t in doubt, it was more just….very unexpected to see.

What was happening right now?

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Eventually Tim and Duke have inevitably worn down [Bruce’s] resistance to training them by insisting they’re gonna keep doing this and if its not them its gonna be someone sooner or later anyway. Because, as they put it, you guys may not know this but Gotham’s gotten used to Robins by now and it freaks people out not to see one and Robin’s as important as Batman really and there needs to be a Robin and its not just us that will think that, like look at the fact that already two of us had the exact same idea, huh? And also, we’re gonna keep doing it anyway, sooooo….there’s that.

And then Cass vouches that they’re both 100% serious about that.

And then Dick vouches that as a former determined daredevil kid that was absolutely going to keep doing the same thing no matter whether you’d helped me or not, B, I also am of the assessment that these two mean it all the way.

And not to be left out and just to have something to contribute but also grumpy because his brother and sister are picking on him and he’s eighteen going on ten, Jason throws in: “And my assessment is that they both definitely seem dumb enough to keep doing this without help anyway and they definitely need help or they definitely will die, I’d give it a month, month and a half tops.”

And then Bruce dryly thanks his children for their contributions, their keen insights in this matter have been absolutely invaluable, he has no idea how he would make a decision here without it.

“Oooh, a rare sighting of Bat-snark in the wild. Someone call Nat-Geo quick, maybe he’ll do it again,” Dick says.

Bruce sighs. Duke and Tim look like they’re trying to decide if they’re allowed to be amused or if that’s also part of some weird Bat-test that they’re probably taking without even knowing it.

So Tim and Duke move in, start training together, and then also get sent to school together and it takes a month or so of settling in before they decide whether or not they actually are happy about this. There’s a period of deciding they’re supposed to be bitter rivals who snipe at each other back and forth across the dining table at every available opportunity, but that changes the first night Dick and Jason come back from the Tower since Tim and Duke have moved in and where Cass is also home instead of at the Clocktower with Babs.

Since all three of the older Batkids, upon seeing Tim and Duke squabble at dinner, decide to obnoxiously coo about how adorable it is watching the kids play. Which pretty instantly cements Duke and Tim as realizing their best chance of surviving the sudden acquisition of three older superhero ninja foster siblings who all can be as obnoxious as they are dangerous but also as much as they are - Duke and Tim are convinced - all quite insane.

A belief further cemented the next morning, with all three of them having spent the night at the Manor as well. Treating Duke and Tim to their first Saturday morning episode of the Cass and Jason show.

In this episode, Jason emerged from his bedroom in his pajamas still but warily peeking his head out first to look both ways down the hall before deciding it was clear…..and then makes it just almost to the end of the hallway leading to the stairs, when Cass drops down from where she’d been waiting perched above the other side of the door, in such a way as to suddenly fill the doorway just in front of him, hanging upside down suspending herself just with her feet wedged above the doorway, all while keeping her hands crossed her chest, a dead-eyed expression on her face, and with her tongue hanging out like she’s some kind of vampire hanging upside down in mid-slumber.

Jason shrieked and stumbled back a foot before catching himself and shoving two fingers in a cross shape in her direction.

“Demon! DEMON! Goddammit, I abjure thee, that’s supposed to fucking do something about having a demon sister, now what the fuck does it take to banish you!?”

“Can’t be banished,” Cass informed him, still upside down. “Can be bought though.”

Jason halted. “What?”

“I’m really surprised you never figured it out,” Dick said from his room further down the hallway. He was leaning against the doorjamb, arms casually crossed.

“Why did you think she never goes after me?”

Jason swiveled back and forth between his siblings suspiciously, trying to scry both their inscrutable (and in Cass’ case, still upside down) faces for signs they were telling the truth. “You’re telling me that Little Miss Monstrous has been a pain in my ass from day one and the reason she’s never so much as eked a single boo in your direction is you’ve been bribing her all this time?”

Dick shrugged. “Its all about getting in on the ground floor.”

Jason squinted, still unconvinced. “Nuh-uh. No way. You’re just fucking with me. Like if this is for real, what have you been buying her off with?”

Dick smiled beatifically. “Cuddles and hugs.”

“NO! NO! Bullshit! I am NOT falling for this crap again, you are not gonna get me this way this time. I call BS, fuck you, nuh uh, you’re lying out your ass and your ass-face both.”

“Wait, what is this ‘this’ that I did before? What ever are you talking about?”

“You know damn well what I’m talking about.”

“Is this about the Care Bear you had when you were fifteen?”

“Shut upppppppppppppppp, I didn’t have a Care Bear then, you’re such a - “

“Oh, I dunno, I’m preeeeetty sure there’s some holiday photos from that year that would say otherwise, pretty definitively in the form of you and your Care Bear….”

“That I only had because you literally just gave it to me as a present solely so that you could claim that I had a Care Bear when I was fifteen, you douchebag!”

“Just because I gave you the Care Bear didn’t mean you had to keep the Care Bear and hold the Care Bear and love the Care Bear, Jay. You chose to do all that.”

“I only kept the damn thing because you’re an asshole who lied about it being a family heirloom so I felt like I had to or I’d be a total jerk. Is nothing sacred to you?”

“I didn’t lie! It is a treasured family heirloom! Its the first Care Bear I gave to my little brother to teach him the important and valuable lesson that Care Bears - say it with me now - “

“Finish that sentence and they will never find your body.”

“CARE!” Cass shrieked from behind him before jumping on Jason’s back and bearing him down to the floor in an undignified tangle as she splayed atop him like a starfish and he stared up at the ceiling in a kind of strangled frozen fury, like there was so much emotion he wanted to process he’d overheated and now was stuck like that until he cooled down.

That was when Dick leaned over him and solemnly added one final thought, as though it was a crucial addition of the gravest importance:: “A lot.”

Jason’s eye twitched.

Dick’s eyes went wide in response. “Uh oh. He went to the Danger Zone. Run Cass. We’ve unleashed the dogs of war!”

Cass was off and on her feet in a second, taking off down the hall like a rocket. “Not the dogs of war!” She yelled.

Dick was only seconds behind her when behind him, Jason rose like an eruption, growling wordlessly and sparks practically flashing from his suddenly flinty eyes. He charged after them like an enraged bull.

“Kenny Loggins wouldn’t want this!” Dick yelled over his shoulder as he rounded the doorway and vanished. Jason rounded it in hot pursuit.

“Poison Ivy won’t even be able to make compost from what’s left of you when I’m through!”

The yelling and running vanished into the distance. Duke and Tim finally looked at each other blankly.

“What?” Tim asked. Duke shrugged helplessly.

A door opened at the end of the hallway. Bruce stuck his head out. “Is it safe?”

Tim just stared at him.

“What?” Duke asked.

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LOL mostly I just want to get to the tail end of the series, when Dick and Jason go undercover as supervillains in the Society of well, Supervillains....Dick as War Shrike and Jason as Gray Jay. (A kind of bird usually known for or referenced as being thieving and unpredictable and unexpectedly dangerous despite its size. Jason never went into the Lazarus Pit here and so isn’t as huge as he is in canon, he’s on the smaller side due to his early life’s malnutrition. Living with Bruce helped him catch up enough that he’s not TINY tiny, but he’s still smaller enough that this particular mantle fits him a little better than it would his massive canon depiction).

Cass also partakes in the undercover storyline, just showing up uninvited in a persona she’s crafted for the mission and calls Black Swan. And War Shrike and Gray Jay are both so startled and obviously a little freaked by her unexpected arrival, that combined with her being ticked at her brothers for leaving her behind, RUDE, and them sufficiently cowed and guilted by her wrath, that it all adds up to the other villains as being clear evidence that she is the boss and they are her advance minions. 

Which mollifies and satisfies Cass immensely, and leaves Jason grumpy that their mission was hijacked and also his sister is The Worst, and leaves Dick temporarily disgruntled because This Whole Thing Was His Idea DAMMIT but then five seconds later finding it hilarious because Dick is a chaos connoisseur and he has an appreciation for whimsy and the unexpected.

“I can’t believe you not only gate-crashed our extremely sensitive and delicate undercover operation, but you completely hijacked it as well! This is so typical,” Jason grouched.

Cass simply swept ahead of him and strode down the hallway with lethal grace. “Silence minion.”

Jason spluttered behind her and she grinned to herself. He really made it too easy sometimes.

[brokentoys]

@the-blackened-dove​ SENT:

// Your Riddler is the most respectful, skillful, and compelling take on a mentally ill villain I have ever seen. From his addiction, psychosis, attachment issues, to even his most lucid moments of intelligence and charisma, you portray him as complex and multifaceted. He's never 'just' a genius, or 'just' a delusional criminal. He feels like a complete person.

omg !!  This  is  so  kind!!  As  I’ve  said  plenty  of  times  before,  I  REALLY  do  think  Ed’s  mental  illnesses  are  a  very  important  part  of  his  character.  I  mean,  if  you’re  gonna  have  the  characters  go  to  a  psychiatric  hospital  rather  than  a  prison,  I  think  those  mental  illnesses  should  be  explored,  because  obviously  they’re  important.  And  I  want  to  emphasize  that  NOT  every  mentally  ill  criminal  goes  to  a  hospital  instead  of  a  prison.  If  you  go  to  a  hospital,  you’re  actually  INNOCENT,  and  not  a  convict.  This  is  “found  guilty  by  reason  of  insanity.”  And  to  get  this,  the  criminal  HAS  TO  BE  seen  as  not  in  control  of  his  own  actions,  that  the  criminal  doesn’t  understand  what  they  were  doing,  or  they  wouldn’t  have  done  said  crime  if  they  were  mentally  aware,   and/or  didn’t  suffer  from  a  delusion.  Therefore,  nobody  with  depression  or  NPD  (which,  DeeCee  now  seems  to  think  is  all  Ed  has  -  and  a  poorly  depicted  version  of  it  to  the  point  where  it’s  just  arrogance.)  wouldn’t  get  you  in  a  hospital.  I  mention  this  because  if  seeing  as  many  (but  not  all)  of  the  rogues  go  to  the  hospital,  it’ll  mean  they  are  severely  mentally  ill.  And  if  they  are,  I  think  it’s  important  to  explore  that.

And  yes,  I  know  many  people  (thanks  to  some  stupid  comics/depictions)  will  say  “but  Arkham  IS  a  prison!  It  was  just  turned  into  one  because  of  too  many  criminals  in  Gotham  -  the  jail  wasn’t  big  enough  to  fit  them!”  But  if  that’s  the  case,  why  are  there  still  doctors  roaming  around  Arkham?  Yes,  I  know  some  people  will  also  argue  they  pit  criminals  up  with  actual  patients  due  to  not  enough  space  in  prison.  But  like,  we  have,  canonically  seen,  many  of  the  rogues  receive  therapy  sessions  with  doctors,  as  well  as  medications.  Also,  Blackgate  exists.  And  even  if  Blackgate  is  full.  Gotham  is  in  New  Jersey...  they’d  -  they’d  just  take  the  criminals  to  a  neighboring  city’s  prison  lmao.  Also,  they  would’ve  removed  the  “asylum”  from  the  name.

Anyway,  as  I  said  -  Eddie’s  mental  illnesses  are  very  important  because  I  feel  like  they  should  be.  Also,  because  I  find  him  to  be  very  relatable  -  and  an  accurate  depiction  of  his  mental  illnesses  when  he’s  written  well.  (Which  sadly  AND  SURPRISINGLY,  seems  to  be  only  in  older  comics.)

When  characters  question  if  Ed’s  brilliance  is  genuine,  or  if  he’s  just  a  “madman,”  I  answer  with  another  question;  why  not?  Someone,  or  a  character  doesn’t  have  to  be  just  one  thing.  Eddie  is  both;  he’s  a  genius  who  struggles  with  (untreated)  mental  illness.  I  really  want  to  make  Eddie  feel...  well,  real!  I’m  glad  to  hear  I’m  doing  a  good  job  on  it!

I  apologize  for  the  LONG  ASS  ramble  here  -  most  of  it  was  probably  unneeded,  and  just  me  spilling  my  thoughts  lol.  But  thank  you  so  very  much  for  this!  It  always,  ALWAYS  means  a  whole  lot.

[plasticnightmaredoll]

I’m still working on the NSFW Alphabet for Enigma/Edward Nashton/Riddler-Before-He-Was-Riddler from “Arkham Origins,” and it’s going to take some time because of my work schedule being the PITA that it is...

However, I do have some snippets of an Arkham Knight!Riddler x female!Reader fic I’ve been working on here and there over the last few weeks. 

Now, these are not beta-read, so there may be some mistakes, and some things might change or be added or rearranged, etc. when I do get around to proof-reading the complete fic, but the basic idea of each snippet won’t change from here on to the finished product. 

The general concept behind this fic is what would it take for AK!Riddler to, well, get his shit together? We all know how he started out as a snack -- or more accurately, a damn MEAL:

then became a...well, a hot mess (still adorable, though):

Possibly having someone in his life who actually appreciates him and shows him some affection could get him to clean himself up? Because we all know this boy is most likely touch-starved and would probably cry if someone was actually sweet to him, and he’d probably do whatever he could to be as presentable as possible to keep them around -- anything to keep them from vanishing from his life and leaving him all alone and unwanted again.

Anyway, here are the three (non-beta’d!) snippets from the fic:

Snippet 1:

Initially, Edward told himself it was for his own good. He was Gotham’s one true genius so why shouldn’t he take better care of himself? Cloning was not possible, nor was there any way to transfer the human consciousness into a machine. All of this meant there was only ONE Edward Nigma, and he deserved to look and feel his absolute best. 

Besides, he thought it was yet another way to one-up anyone who opposed him. Yes, of course he could look just as put together as anyone else -- or better. He was superior in every possible way after all.

It had all started with a comment from Selina as she was leaving to take care of the job Edward had assigned to her.

“You know, Eddie,” she said, turning to look at him over her shoulder. “Ladies like men who don’t smell like a car repair shop.”

With that, she was gone and Edward was, at first, not even registering what she had said to him. But it did creep into his thoughts faster than he would have liked, and he analyzed every piece of it. Why would Selina say such a thing? Then again, most people said pointless -- or more accurately, stupid -- things. Normally, he would have disregarded and forgot about it as he went about his work, but it nagged at him like a mathematical equation without a proper solution.

Taking a break from working on some new Riddlerbots, Edward went to the bathroom to locate anything he had on hand to take care of the headache he was currently dealing with. He found a bottle of Aspirin in the medicine cabinet, but when he closed the door, he stared at his reflection for a moment (When was the last time he’d given himself a proper glance in a mirror?)

As Edward took the Aspirin, he remembered Y/N was coming to see him that day -- soon, actually. Perhaps a shower would be a good idea? She would probably appreciate it if he didn’t smell like a car repair shop. And he probably would feel better being clean. Could help him think a little more clearly.

As he showered, Edward told himself this was primarily for his benefit and he wasn’t trying to impress Y/N -- or anyone for that matter. Deep down, though, he knew this was part of something he didn’t quite understand, something dealing with Y/N, something he hadn’t experienced before. That part of him was too afraid at that time to come forth and propose an answer to this dilemma. This was unfamiliar territory, something that wasn’t logical or scientific but emotional and...no, that “strange” part of him needed to stay quiet if he wanted to keep his thoughts together.

This was nothing. Nothing was going on. Everything was normal. And no, Edward didn’t feel relieved when Y/N complimented him on his appearance upon arriving. Taking a shower and putting on nice, clean clothes had nothing to do with gaining her approval. He did it for himself, to give himself a “refresh” before getting back to work. He wasn’t aiming to please or impress anyone, remember? Not even Y/N.

Especially not Y/N.

Or so he thought.

Snippet 2:

Something was different when Edward put someone else before anything of his, namely his work. Had it been anyone else, he’d have tossed a bunch of insults and told them never to bother helping him again. 

However, with Y/N, it was completely different -- and he didn’t even realize it at first.

She was carrying a box of mechanical parts to bring to Edward to aid in constructing new robots, and he had warned her to be careful, to not overload the box or it would be too heavy for her. While carrying the box of gears, wires, and metal bits, she tripped over her own feet and fell forward. The box toppled over onto the floor, spilling the contents everywhere, and she collapsed on her left forearm and knee.

“I told you to be careful!” Edward growled as he rushed over.

“I’m sorry!” Y/N said, pushing herself up and looking at the mess. “I don’t think I broke anything--”

“Let me be the judge of that.”

Y/N fully expected Edward to examine the scattered parts to see if they had sustained any damage but he went right by them. Kneeling down beside her, he gently took her left arm and briefly studied the scratched skin. 

“I don’t think it’s broken,” Edward said as he carefully felt her forearm and elbow. “And your knee….”

“I think it’s ok,” Y/N said as she moved to sit. “It hurts, though.”

Edward placard his hands on Y/N’s left knee, feeling around and noting how she winced several times. 

“Not broken,” he said. “But most certainly will be sore and bruised for a while. Here…let’s get you up.”

Edward let Y/N put an arm around him to steady her as he helped her to stand. Of course, her left knee ached far too much for her to walk on her own, so he continued to guide her to the bathroom.

“I’m sorry about the stuff,” Y/N said, looking and sounding as guilty as she felt.

“Don’t worry about it,” Edward said absent-mindedly as he located some clean bandages and antiseptic cream. “Most of it probably won’t even be needed for what I’m doing now, and I can always acquire more. In fact...I have more in storage.”

Edward turned on the faucet and tested the water until it was comfortably warm, then he gingerly took Y/N’s left arm and began cleaning it with soap. It stung a little but she tolerated it, studying his highly focused expression and wondering if this was even happening? He truly wasn’t upset that she dropped the box of bits and pieces? She just couldn’t wrap her head around it, and doubted that anyone would believe her without proof.

Edward dried Y/N’s arm with a clean towel before tossing it in the trash. After applying some antiseptic cream to a strip of bandage, he proceeded to wrap it around her arm, covering the wound. 

“There…” Edward said, admiring his handiwork. “How does that feel?

“Good,” Y/N said.

“Now for your, uh, knee.” Edward swallowed, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “It...doesn’t appear to be bleeding so...I think we can just put, um, ice on it. Unless you think it needs to be looked at?”

“No, I think it’s fine. Ice is fine. Thank you.”

Edward nodded before clearing his throat and reaching out to Y/N.

“Come,” he said. “Let me help you to the couch.”

Snippet 3:

“Ok, who are you and what did you do with Eddie?” asked Selina as she looked Edward over incredulously.

It appeared that Edward finally got his shit together and was taking care of himself. Not only was he free of grime and grease, he was dressed in rather impressive attire: black dress shirt, green gloves, green trousers, and dark brown boots. Even his hair was cut and styled differently as it was shorter with subtle layering, the offset part causing bangs to fall over most of his forehead and just above his brows. 

Another noteworthy change was Edward’s weight. Instead of surviving on snacks and coffee, he must have been eating actual food again as he was no longer skin and bones. Actually, he looked a little bit...toned? Was he back to his old routine of perfectly planned, ultra-healthy, balanced meals coupled with a decent amount of exercise? Selina remembered he used to get up early in the and exercise almost right away most days of the week. It helped him “get focused” before even having coffee, he had said.

“What are you going on about?” Edward asked in an agitated tone. “Nevermind. It’s nonsense anyway.”

“Personality is still the same,” Selina muttered as she followed Edward to a workbench.

Once he was done explaining in excessive, almost condescending detail the particulars of the items she needed to steal for him, she decided to ask some questions.

“So, tell me, Eddie,” Selina began, turning to him. “What inspired you to finally start looking like a professional criminal mastermind as opposed to an overworked grease monkey?”

“Not that it’s any of your business,” Edward said, before clearing his throat and straightening, a smug smile on his face. “I came to the long overdue conclusion that, as Gotham’s one true genius and Batman’s superior, I should look after myself and be presentable. What’s on the outside should reflect what’s going on inside, so to speak. I mean, what a waste of a brilliant mind such as mine to live in a body akin to a starving, filthy rat scurrying about in the sewers?”

“So you are basically telling me you did this for yourself,” Selina said resisting the urge to roll her eyes at Edward’s narcissistic ramblings. “Are you sure you didn’t do this for any other reason?”

“Like what?” Edward asked, clearly puzzled by such a question.

“Hmm...well, let me ask this: Has Y/N seen your ‘transformed’ self?”

Selina noted how Edward’s blue eyes lit up upon hearing Y/N’s name, and suddenly, his obnoxious personality changed to a much more amiable one.

“She likes it,” Edward said with a bright smile. “Her compliments about my appearance go hand in hand with her compliments about my genius. It’s wonderful having someone around who actually appreciates my existence.”

“I take it that her approval means a lot to you then?”

“Of course! Considering she’s the only person who treats me with respect, I think she deserves the privilege of having me listen to, accept, and sometimes take her advice.”

Selina smirked as she had received the answer to her question.

“Well then, I must be going, Eddie,” she said as she turned to leave. “I’ll get you what you requested in no time.”

“Yes, please do,” Edward said sternly, going back to his arrogant tone. “My request should be of the utmost importance compared to whoever else you’re working with at the moment.”

“Yes, yes, Eddie, of course. Bye!”

[batfam-rewrites]

Batfam During Quarantine: Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Bruce: So I have Dick giving Damian the talk in the next room.

Harper: Is that the best choice. Having the person who has had the most sexual partners explain that to a 14 year old.

Bruce: I thought of that, but then I thought Jason would be very explicit, the rest of you aren’t mature enough...

Tim: What the fuck! I am much more mature than Dick!

Bruce: Hold on! My last point is that he has a giant sweet spot for Damian, so he is going to sugar coat every detail.

Dick: *plays Prince’s I Wanna Be Your Lover*

Bruce: NOOOOO!!!! *runs into the room and drags Dick out by the ear*

Dick: OUCH, OUCH, OUCHIEEE! BRUCE!

Bruce: I thought you could handle this!

Dick: I can, I’m teaching him about the birds and bees while introducing him to one of the greatest artists of all time.

Bruce: NO PRINCE!!!

Dick: FINE!!! *walks back in and plays Marvin Gaye’s Sexual Healing*

Bruce: DICK!!!!!!

Jason: I’m on it. *pulls out his guns and opens the door* TURN THE MUSIC OFF NOW DICKWAD!!!

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Jason: *jumps onto his bed*

Dick: *opens Jason’s door* Hey Jason! Want to play Rock Hero with us?

Jason: No Dickwad!

Dick: Kk. See ya! *shuts the door*

Jason: Good riddance.

Harper: *opens the door and walks in* Hey Jason!

Jason: Jesus! Does anyone knock in this house! I could have been fucking naked!

Harper: You know what, never mind! I’ll leave you to whatever you were going to do! *slowly walks away*

Jason: No! No! Not like that!

Harper: Suuuurreee!

Jason: Get your head out of the gutter!

Harper: Hey, I won’t say anything, just lock your door next time! *shuts Jason’s door*

Jason: EVEN IF THAT WAS WHAT WAS HAPPENING IT’S A NATURAL THING!!! EVERYBODY DOES IT!!! *walks over to the door and locks it, then turns on his tv*

Tim: *knocks on the door* Jason, where’s my cape??

Jason: *opens the door slightly* I wouldn’t fucking know! Go away! *slams the door and starts dressing into his Red Hood costume*

Damian: *knocks on the door*

Jason: *opens the door with a box of Reese’s Puffs* What demon seed?

Damian: Give me back my Reese’s Puffs, Todd!!!

Jason: I don’t know what you’re talking about! This is my box! *finished eating the box of cereal and walks through the house towards the study*

Damian: I NEED MY CHOCOLATEY PEANUT BUTTERY CEREAL!!!! GET ME A NEW BOX!!!!!

Jason: You know how to drive, get it yourself! *moves the hands of the grandfather clock and enters the batcave*

Damian: Father won’t let me.

Jason: Boo hoo. What would you ever do. It’s not like you have a brother who will literally do anything if you give him a hug or another one who you could annoy into getting you some. 

Damian: THEY DIDN’T EAT MY REESE’S PUFFS!!!! YOU DID!!!

Jason: You have no proof that I did. *throws the box away* Now piss off! I’m going on patrol! *hops onto his motorcycle and drives to his safe house*

Jason: *opens the door*

Damian: Liar!

Jason: AHHH!!! SON OF A BITCH GET THE FUCK OUT!!!!

Damian: GET ME MY REESE’S PUFFS!!!!!

Jason: FINE!

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Dick: You know, I wish I had a friend named Jen!

Stephanie: Why?

Dick: So I could make them a Jen and tonic.

Tim: Why’d you ask?

Stephanie: I was expecting a serious answer.

Tim: Dick? Serious? When is he ever serious?

Dick: It’s like a switch, I can turn it on and off!

Tim: Then be serious!

Dick: I don’t wanna!

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Red Robin: Okay so Dami. There’s this duck.

Robin: WHERE!!! *gasp* Is he supposed to be a secret?

Red Robin: Uhhhh..... sure. I’ll tell you where he’s at later. Anyway, this duck will eventually reach the point where it will learn to fly and see other animals. It’ll see some monkeys, wolfs, bears, snakes, and and so on. Now at some point the duck will want to meet one, or multiple animals, and get....*clears throat* physical with the other animals. In some cases it could be another bird, or the duck might want to get physical with a bird and another animal.

Robin: Oh! I see where you’re going with this!

Red Robin: You do?!

Robin: Yeah! Now let’s go stop some super sick people pinning a free for all match with those animals.

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Tim: SOMEONE TOOK ACE!!!!!

Stephanie: WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO!!!!

Damian: I’ll tell you what we are going to do. We’re going to hunt this sucker down and break every single one of his fingers and toes. Then we’re going to CASTRATE HIM, TIE HIS BODY TO A STRETCHING RACK AND STRETCH HIS BODY UNTIL HIS BONES BREAK!!!!!!!!!

Stephanie: Okay, I’m pretty sure what you said was threatening, but with how high pitched your voice gets when you’re angry and how chubby your cheeks are you look like a chipmunk!

Damian: I WILL KILL ANYONE WHO STANDS IN MY WAY!!!

Tim: *on the floor rolling* OMG.... STOP...... IT’S TOO FUNNY!

Later that day

Robin: *kicks the guy who stole Ace in the chest* I WILL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF!!!!!!

Thug: *coughs* Who brought a *cough* giant chipmunk to a gun *cough* fight?

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Blue Bird and Spoiler: *crashes through the top window of the building and takes out a few of Riddler’s henchman*

Riddler: With potent, flowery words speak I, of something common, vulgar, dry; I weave webs of pedantic prose, in effort to befuddle those, who think I while time away, in lofty things, above all day practical I may not be, but life, it seems, is full of me! Who am I?

Spoiler: Assface Dickwad!

Riddler: You all suck!

Blue Bird: And you have the right to remain silent!

Riddler: You’d have to catch me first! *starts running*

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Dick: Okay, so I just found this new app called 3-D gym men, and is so cool!!! LOOK AT THIS RINGS ROUTINE I JUST MADE!!!!

Duke: Oh no! SOME ONE STOP HIM BEFORE HE TURNS INTO SUPER GYMNAST NERD!

Jason: *tackles Dick*

Dick: OUCH!

Tim: *walks in the room* Hey guys, I just got this gymnastics app and it is so DAMN AMAZING!!!!! THANK YOU FOR THE SUGGESTION DICK!!!!

Stephanie: Oh my god it's contagious!!!!! EVERYBODY LOCK THEM IN A ROOM!!!!!

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Duke: Where the hell are my eskrima sticks?

Dick: I can’t find mine either.

Cassandra: Anyone seen like 30 batarangs that I had in my room.

Duke: Nope.

Dick: Nada.

Tim: I’ve been missing my cape for a few days now!

Jason: *walks by*

Dick: JASON!!!!

Cassandra: GIVE US BACK OUR STUFF!!!!!

Jason: YOU CAN’T PROVE SHIT!!!!

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Jason: IT’S TIME FOR THE FIRST EVER BATMAN-OFF!!! PERSON WHO DOES THE BEST BATMAN IMPERSONATION WINS. WITH OUR JUDGES, BRUCE, SELINA, ALFRED, JULIA, AND CULLEN!!!

Stephanie: I’m Batman!

Jason: The judges are writing their scores, and Steph gets a 22. Nice try.

Tim: Criminals, by nature, are a cowardly and superstitious lot.

Jason: And the judges give Tim a 31. Currently in first!!!

Duke: I’m not wearing hockey pads!!

Jason: The judges give a drum roll please! A 29!

Dick: Nope, but be careful Robin. They’re wearing sunglasses at night. Which means they are very, very cool.

Jason: I think I speak for all of us when I say that gets a 0.

Dick: Hey you never said which Batman. I think I should get a 50. That is spot on Batman.

Bruce: Disqualified.

Damian: I thought you’d be younger.

Jason: And Dami gets a 31. Tied.

Cassandra: *drops down from the second floor and lands on the floor* Grrrrrrr.

Selina: And we have a winner!

Bruce: I don’t sound like that!

Alfred: Yes you do!

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Blue Bird: Hey, my dad is calling. Orphan, you answer the phone.

Orphan: Okay. *answers the phone* Hello, Harper isn’t here right now, would you like me to find her?

Harper’s Dad: Yes, please!

Orphan: Okay, let me put you on hold *sings the Mii channel theme*

Orphan: *taking a breath* Blue Bird, your dad wants to talk to you. *goes back to singing*

Blue Bird: Obviously I can’t. We’re on a stakeout.

Orphan: Okay, *stops singing* I’m sorry for having you on hold for so long. I can not find Harper so I would assume she is currently online with her class! I am sure though she will either call you or text you at your earliest convenience. I mean her earliest convenience.

Harper’s Dad: Okay.

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Bruce: Okay, so Alfred, you did such a great job with me...

Alfred: Master Bruce, it’s time we had a talk.

Bruce: Yes! I agree, you should give the talk to Damian.

Alfred: No! When you were entering puberty, I was very nervous what to say. I knew that it might have been the last thing on your mind but I knew it was going to come up at some point. So I sat you down and had the talk with you. Now it has come the time for you to do the same to Master Damian.

Bruce: Damn you and your parenthood logic. Should hire a tutor for this crap. *knocks on Damian’s door* Hey, Damian, it’s time we’ve had the talk.