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Last Man Alive

(Dano!Riddler x Reader)

(This will be a short series that goes through the events of the movie but Edward has a completely motive)

Warnings: Edward is a yandere, Dark themes, Stalking, Non-Con touching, Restraints, Hyperventilation

(She/Her pronouns, YN has tits)

Word Count: 2.7k

(R/n) = Roommate’s Name

(B/n) = Boyfriend’s Name

It was almost half past 11 on Halloween night in Gotham City. The gray sky that reigned over the streets quickly darkened to a black blanket with very few stars. Criminals and delinquents and offenders lurked through the night as if it was their playground with no rules. All the kids trick or treated uptown where it was safer, more protection from the creatures of the night. But in hindsight, every citizen in Gotham was a creature of the night.

(Y/n) stayed home. Rejected all party invitations from friends to instead remain in the safety of her home. It was an average sized apartment that was a few stories away from the roof. She felt safer near the middle since criminals would have to climb to get through her windows. She wasn’t too close to the roof but farther away from the lobby. Although she often feared her apartment's placement in the building wasn’t the best place to be if there was a fire.

But she nonetheless felt safe in her apartment. She never felt her safety being threatened especially due to the fact she had a roommate. But tonight her roommate and best friend for 15 years, (R/n), decided to accept the party invitation for Halloween night so her presence was absent in the living room where (Y/n) stood watching a Halloween movie.

She texted her boyfriend, (B/n), over an hour ago about her situation and invited him to come over so they could have a date night. He was more than happy to come spend the night with her so he texted a response saying that he’d be over as soon as possible.

But that was over an hour ago. And they only lived 4 roads away from each other so it wouldn’t even take half an hour for him to make it to her. She couldn’t sit due to her anxiety from him not answering her texts of making sure he was driving safely. So she stood straight as she tried to focus on the Halloween themed movie on the TV screen, her hands clutching onto her phone and waiting for the feel of the vibration from a text. But she felt nothing. Her heart rate quicked in her ribcage but she kept her breathing to a normal pace to try to calm herself down.

It just didn’t help that they lived in the most dangerous city in the country.

She started to not like the feel of her phone against her sweaty palms anymore so she stepped over to the coffee table to set her phone down. A glance evolved into a stare at the framed picture of her and her beloved boyfriend on a date night. (Y/n) was smiling brightly with her eyes squeezed shut and her nose crinkled as (B/f) was smashing a big kiss on her cheek. You could see a smile on his lips against her cheek.

The picture beside that one was a photo from the drop of a roller coaster at her favorite theme park. She was laughing with one hand high up in the air with her hair pushed back from the wind. (B/f) was clutching onto her other arm with his eyes closed tightly and his jaw hanging open from screaming. She sighed at the adorable memories before she turned to walk back to the spot she was originally in.

Until a body suddenly slammed against her back which was enough force to send her straight to the floor. She felt like she almost had a heart attack but felt the body still near her. The person sent them both to the ground when they tackled her. She fought against her curiosity to look at her attacker so she could waste her time on a scream and trying to pathetically scamper away. Her eyes never filled up with tears so quickly and her lips quivered over shaking hyperventilation. Her attacker crawled after her and roughly pulled her by both her claves closer to them.

She screamed again and tried to claw her way away from them until they took a seat on her waist. She sobbed as tears streamed down her cheeks, terror washing over her senses and her limbs trembling as if the temperature suddenly dropped to the negatives. She couldn't scream again as her inhales for breath got more desperate from the hyperventilation. She could hear her attacker breathe loudly, like they were nervous too, but the breath sounded muffled like they were wearing something over their mouth.

She felt sick to her stomach as fear paralyzed her body. Her attacker gripped onto her shaking body and turned her around to be on her back. She tried to fight back but the shock prevented her from using her strength. When she was rolled onto her back the appearance of her attacker caused more tears to erupt from her eyes and her throat choked out more sobs. Her attacker was a man in a murky green jacket with a white question mark painted on one side. His mask was a matching color with eye holes but his clear rimmed glasses were worn on the outside.

The mask prevented her from identifying him. She wondered which would be worse; someone she knew or a stranger?

The man’s breathing grew erratic, unstable, as he straightened his back to look down at her. (Y/n)’s mind jumped to him being a pervert and this was going to be a sexual assault which sent her into a panic. Refusing to be this creep’s helpless victim and object to project his sexual fantasies, she made another attempt of escape as she threw her hands up to try to push him away. The plan failed miserably as he caught her wrists and roughly pinned them down

She struggled against his hold, cursing her fear and shock for limiting her strength to a useless amount. The heavy breathing, masked pervert shifted so he was sitting on her thighs, preventing her from kicking, and forced her wrists under his knees to hold her down. She cried as she had to result to begging for her human right of freedom.

“Pl-please let me go.” She whimpered and sobbed through more pleads which fell on the perverts deaf fears. He looked down at her through his eye holes which revealed his wide eyes, like he was living his biggest dream. He still listened to her begging, like he liked listening to her voice but consciously ignoring what she was saying.

When she realized she wasn’t convincing him at all she went back to trying to free herself. But she couldn't free her wrists from under his knees. She began screaming again, begging for help from anyone who could be near. She sobbed and screamed as the pervert then reached into his pocket to pull out a roll of duct tape. Her eyes widened at this and she shook her head rapidly. “No, no, no. Please no. I’ll be quiet I swear! Please, please-”

He took a corner and began ripping a long piece from the roll. He gripped onto her hair to force her head up so he could wrap the long piece around her head despite her cries and please’s. He had the sticky part facing away from her but still wrapped it tightly around her head to seal her mouth shut. Her sobs were silenced and her screams were now hums, her red puffy eyes still drowned in terrified tears. She whined against the duct tape, feeling more hopeless each second and her mind on the brink of giving up and accepting her fate of either being assaulted or killed.

The pervert then grabbed one wrist at a time and pinned it in the same spot as before to tape it against the floor, this time the sticky part facing her skin. Once her mouth was sealed shut and her hands were bound to the ground, the pervert sat on her thighs again, huffing jagged breaths as he admired his work with an all-too-prominent blush coating his cheeks underneath his mask.

(Y/n) still cried and trembled. The pervert placed his hand flat on the floor beside her head as he leaned his face down to hers to view her up close, hunched over her like an animal about to feast on its injured prey. (Y/n) whimpered and flinched when his other hand reached up to push a few locks of her hair out of her face. Her breathing quickened from the fear as his gloved hand caressed the side of her face delicately. He swept his thumb under her soaked lower lashline to wipe the tears.

His hand glided past the duct tape around her lips, slowed down on her neck, then stopped at her exposed collarbone. Her loose t-shirt she slept in allowed him to sweep his hand around her chest for a brief moment before letting his hand travel again. His hand traveled to her side as the speed of his hand slowed down when he let his gloved knuckles glide down the side of her breast.

(Y/n) cried silent tears at his actions as her heart was beating faster than it would on a roller coaster. The masked pervert with glasses let both his hands glide down her hips and stopped when he reached her thighs. His hands hovered above the exposed flesh from her pajama shorts, like he was debating if he should actually touch them. His breathing got more heated and ragged which only made (Y/n) want to curl up into a ball from how unbearably uncomfortable she was. In his next breath he wrapped his gloved hands around her plush thighs and squeezed.

(Y/n) squeezed her eyes shut as she whimpered with tears and whined, not from pleasure but from the excruciating discomfort from the unwanted touching. She never felt this violated before.

The pervert continued to grope her thighs until a sound that sounded like heaven to (Y/n) emitted from the distance. His and (Y/n)’s heads pointed in the direction where footsteps could be heard from the hallway and a familiar voice singing the chorus to a Halloween song. It was (R/n)!

(Y/n) began screaming even though it was heavily muffled by the tape. But she kept forcing her throat to make as much noise as possible. The pervert panicked as he scrambled something out of his pocket. It was a small black polaroid camera which he pointed above (Y/n)’s thighs then snapped the flash. He shoved it back in his pocket even though the physical picture was still developing and preparing to come out. He hopped off from his straddling position and darted around the corner and into the dark hallway where most of their windows were.

The pervert stopped before he rounded it though to turn to (Y/n) still taped to the floor. He blew her a kiss before disappearing into the shadows.

Keys jingled around the doorknob before the door opened and closed. “Honey, I’m home!” (R/n) yelled in a sing-song voice before she started rambling about the party as she made her way through the room next to the living room. “Oh my god, you would never believe who showed up. Fucking Dennis Matthews. He made the biggest scene too when he showed up with no invite. And Vanessa, you know Vanessa, Bridget’s friend, told him off and it was the funniest thin-”

She stopped at the doorway of the living room at the sight of her best friend bawling her bloodshot eyes out with duct tape around her mouth and her wrists duct taped to the ground, her legs trembling. (R/n) refused to let the shock paralyze her as she gasped and ran to the kitchen for a pair of scissors. She grabbed the closest pair and ran back to the living room.

(R/n), still in her Sailor Moon costume, collapsed to her knees and carefully slid the blade under the tape around her mouth and cut it in half to let (Y/n) gasp for breath. (R/n) then cut her hands free and let (Y/n) rip her wrists from the floor, the skin around her wrists already turning pink. She flung her arms around (R/n) as she sobbed against her stomach. (R/n) clutched back onto her and rocked her as she whispered calming things to her.

“It’s okay now, it’s ok. I’m here, I’m here. I won’t let anybody hurt you.” She whispered through (Y/n)’s breathy sobs.

The two roommates sat on the couch with (R/n)’s arm around (Y/n)’s sagging shoulders once she finished explaining what happened. From the comfort of her closest friend, (Y/n)’s eyes dried and her cheeks were no longer wet but stained with streaks from the tears.

(R/n) looked at her with sympathy as she rubbed her shoulder gently. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. And I’m so sorry I didn’t get home sooner. But that creep is gone now, he’ll never lay another finger on you ever again.” (Y/n)’s frown twitched up a little before throwing herself back in her friend's arms, gripping onto her silk top tightly as she closed her eyes like it was rid of the memory of that pervert.

(R/n) rubbed her back as she started listing the things they could do that would make her feel safer. “We’ll start locking our windows and doors now, and I think we should start shutting the blinds. And instead of keeping our tasers and pepper sprays in our bags let’s have them in our pockets from now on. Just at least until the police get a lead on him or even catch him.”

(Y/n) felt so grateful to have a friend like her but separated from the embrace to look at her with sad eyes. “I want to go find (B/n).” (R/n) nodded and helped her to her feet. (Y/n) began walking to the coat rack until she looked down at her pajama shorts and quickly darted to her room to change. Not because it was freezing out, she just still felt so gross looking at the place where that asshole groped her. She pushed the door to her and (R/n)’s shared bedroom open and flipped up the light switch. The dark room was then lit up to reveal the yin yang but a breeze made (Y/n)’s stomach drop. Her eyes first landed on the open window beside her bed she last left open only an inch.

The masked trespasser came through her window. He was in her room.

She felt the panic rise in her as she quickly checked her and (R/n)’s separate closets to make sure he was gone. He wasn’t in the room.

She took a deep breath before snatching the pajama pants from her bed and replacing her shorts with them. That’s when she noticed the creases in her bedsheets from where the man must’ve landed once he got through the window. She grimaced like a sad, disturbed clown and ripped off her sheets in one quick pull. She was about to drop the tainted sheets into her laundry basket until she noticed another thing out of place.

The pile of clothes wasn’t in the right order and were spread apart like someone dug through them. Her frown deepened as she crouched down to see what he took. The basket only had two days worth of clothes so it was just her two outfits, 2 pairs of socks, one bra and… no underwear. He took her underwear.

(Y/n) wanted to throw up but reminded herself of what her top priority was at the moment, (B/n). she chucked the sheets into the basket and slammed the window shut, locking it, and closing the blinds. She did the same for every window she passed until she made it to the coat rack where (R/n) stood waiting for her. (Y/n) wrapped her arms around one of (R/n)’s as they exited through their front door and locked it before making their way to the exit in the lobby to get to their car to go straight to (B/n)’s apartment first.

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