#Yandere Edward nigma

[lonleydweller]

yandere prompt 11 for assault on arkham riddler?

🥀Yandere assault on arkham riddler + prompt 14🥀

FOAMING AT THE MOUTH THANK YOU ANON

The prompt did haft to be worded a bit differently as his cell is a glass wall, not bars. Same idea though ^^.

!Warnings!: yandere trope, obsession, cursing, mentions of stalking, harassment

Yanderes are OK in fiction. They should stay fiction. They are not example of healthy relationships. These behaviors are NOT okay in real life. This is for entertainment purposes

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In and out, that's all it was supposed to be. You were supposed to go into the asylum quickly, do your job, and get out. You didn't even consider the fact you might run into him. You had been free of him for months, a drastic change to constantly being bombarded with harassment. Living in fear of him being around any corner ready to drag you into some sickening game of his.

You almost hurl at the thought of going home and finding another riddle at your doorstep. Another game, another maze, another puzzle, another sleepless night worrying wether or not you'd wake up in your own home. Now, it was all over. Right? He was locked away in the aslyum. No way to get to you. No way to contact you even. That's what you told yourself.

The only soud that can be heard as you move throughout the halls of the downtrodden aslyum were the echos of your footsteps. Faintly outside you could hear the sound of gunshots, yelling, and screams. The asylum halls gave you nothing but dread, with the cracked walls, peeling paint, cold air, and unknown stains that liter it. No wonder people come out of this place worse than before. You pass the now empty cells that line the walls.

Empty, empty, empty. You almost completely pass another cell, until you spot bright orange out the corner of your eyes. A ear grating smug voice accompanies it, "Well, look who's come to visit. Couldn't stay away from me my dear?" Your body comes to a staggering halt, your feet glued to the floor. You can feel the color drain from your own space as your stomach drops. This wasn't how things were supposed to go.

It's him. Of course it's Edward. Why didn't you think this through? You basically just walked right back into the trap you just freed yourself from. You're brought back to reality with the sound of glass being tapped, "Did you suddenly loose the ability to speak since my absence?", he taunts.

Without thinking you blurt out a choppy response "I- you're not the reason I'm here you bastard. don't talk to me." You try to fend off your tears to the best of your ability. Hoping to shut down the conversation as quick as you can, maybe this time you'd be able to drill it into his dense skull that you would never be his.

A scoff can be heard, "Oh, please. Don't act as if you have any other reason to be here. Why can't you just admit to yourself that you love me-". Your tears boil over, along with your anger.

"I don't love you! I never will love someone as deranged as you! Why can't you get that into your god damn head!?", you plead through sobs, "..Why can't you just let me live my life?". Your cries are met with silence from Edward. Seemigly for once not having some witty remark to fire back at you with.

Shuffling is heard as he sits up, he gives a shrug. "I'll leave you be once you realize that you love me.. even if takes years, decades.. in the end I'll win this game of ours." You hear the tiniest bit of glee in his voice as he desperately tries to hold onto his own delusions.

"Decades is what you'll be spending here. Where you can't do anything to torment me anymore."

The dingey bed creaks as Edward gets up, approaching the barrier that keeps you safe. His hands press against the glass as he croons, "Oh.. my dear.. if only this glass wasn't here." His ego never faltering. In the end, you've only given him what he wants. Your attention.

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[gothamitelove]

Hcs for a Yandere arkham knight riddler finding a darling who has managed to elude/escape him for a few years?

OOH alright anon you got it *rubs hands together evilly*

you are fucking IN FOR IT.

on one hand, he's fucking astonished at how you managed to evade him for so long. he's one of the smartest men in the world, how did you escape him? how have you been on the run this long?

he's not gonna admit that you outsmarted him. but he knows it, he knows it good and well, and it just makes him worse

however this does mean that when he catches up to you, the security has gone up about 100 notches since the last time you were in his "care".

yeah. i'll be real right now he probably puts a tracker in you. like IN you, like he says it's a tetanus shot or something but it's really just a tracking implant.

your room is outfitted with the tightest security (he knows it's the tightest because he made it), and you don't go anywhere without

he's proud that he's found you again, and he will be insufferable about it. expect some crazed raving about how "there's nowhere in the world you can hide from me. oh, i let you get away because someone has to teach you that hiding from the smartest man in the city is an idiotic idea."

this was a fun one anon!! drop by again sometime <3

[soapskies]

Could I request yandere arkhamverse riddler (obviously platonic) with a kid who tries to run away by sneaking out at night, but end up getting caught?

Btw I love your writing it is just 🛐🛐🛐

ARKHAM RIDDLER CATCHES YOU SNEAKING OUT 💥🔫

MALE CHILD READER. PLATONIC HCS. CONTENT WARNING FOR CHILD ABUSE.

You had it all planned out, well, as much as a child your age could have it anyway

For a man who spent so much of his time cooped up in the lab, working tirelessly to outwit his nemesis, Edward was surprisingly good at keeping you in your place, as if he knew where you were at all times

You figured he must’ve been tracking you with those little black tags he put on the back of your shirts, and so with your little craft scissors (the only sharp object he allowed you to have), you cut them out as best you could.

It was difficult to make out the time, with being in a bunker and all (Edward was allergic to natural sunlight), so you used the watch Edward gave you last Christmas to wait until it was late at night, pretending to fall asleep.

You figured you had him fooled when he came to check on you at your bedtime, and all he did was tuck you in, extra snug…

You quietly snuck out of your room, leaving the tags you cut out on your bed

You knew there was an opening near his lab, big enough for you to fit through, and the only thing bringing fresh air in

You thought you had gotten away with it as you crawled through the vent carefully

All of a sudden, your watch switched on and off, playing an obnoxiously loud sound

And while you were desperately trying to shut it off, you fell right through the bottom of the vent, screaming your head off

Landing right into the clutches of your dear old father.

You swear you could see smoke coming out of his ears

“You really thought you could escape this place without me knowing? I’ll have you know, I’m always ten steps ahead of you!”

You find out later that the watch can’t be taken off…

He knew escaping wasn’t out of the question for you, but he figured you were too cowardly to go through with it

He’ll move your bed into his lab, and if you’re not there by a certain time, he’ll have to give you your lashes…

He doesn’t care that you can barely sleep at night because of how loud his work is

If you wanted to be able to function like a normal human being, then you should’ve behaved.

He’ll deprive you of food and water, see how long you last if you want to keep this up

He’s perfectly fine ignoring your whining in favor of his machines

If that doesn’t work, and you still reject his “fatherly love” (aka berating you as he awkwardly pats your back), or keep having these little fantasies about ever leaving him, well, there are other ways of making you do what he wants…

He’ll update the watch with a new feature: electroshock therapy!

Now now, if you don’t want to be convulsing on the floor like the pathetic little rat you are, maybe you shouldn’t act like such a brat.

If you do choose to comply, congratulations, you get to keep your food privileges for another day!

He’ll never admit that he’s anything short of a perfect father

Not that he would ever loosen the leash he has on you, but he would try his best to return your displays of affection, even if you’re only doing it to get on his good side…

Maybe even lessen his cruel comments towards you, y’know, as a reward for good behavior and all

Trust me, when he’s done with you, you’ll never set foot outside ever again.

[madnessreruns]

could I request yandere headcanons for the riddler from the arkham games?

Yandere! Riddler x G/N Reader HCs

Warnings: Obsessive and possessive behavior, murder, kidnapping, and swearing

Note: I did this as soon as I saw this request I swear I’m going feral. I probably won’t ever write HCs as long as this, I just got really into this one.

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Uh oh!! Oh no!! Your fucked!!!!

Okay so, I presume this is during Knight, I don’t know why, but his appearance in that game gives me the most yandere or possible yandere vibes. Idk why.

So, how would he become a yandere is a very good question, that is rather easy to answer.

When he sees you, he sees a shining light. Someone who is on the same level as him, someone whose brighter and smarter then everyone else in this hellscape of a city. Someone who would be perfect to be with him.

I mean you were just like him! Smart, problem solving, absolutely stunning! Why would he let you be oogled and stared at by other men, when he can do you a favor, and take you himself.

As I said he sees what he does as a favor. You should be grateful! The worlds smartest man has taken you in, why should you complain? It’s better then being out there.

Okay but going back to him first seeing you and stuff.

He was probably scooping out perfect victims for his new trap, he needed someone your weight and height, but he didn’t expect to find you.

You had been out on his radar after he spotted you out somewhere. He quickly found your name, your address, your criminal record (if you have one), your personal info, everything like that.

He began to watch you, to figure out the best time to snatch you up, when he began to realize who you were. Not in a literal sense he already knew who you were, but your true personality.

Your wit, your kindness, your love for everyone and everything around you. Most of all your intelligence and determination to problem solve.

At first he laughed, someone trying to be as good as he was, but he kept watching, unable to rip his eyes from you while watching play a puzzle game through your monitor. Being amazed as you solved the puzzles almost as quickly as he did.

He began to watch you more and more, through anything he could. Computer cameras, phone cameras, surveillance cameras, having his men follow your around and reporting back to him.

He said it was simply because he needed to know more about you, to make sure you’d be perfect for his trap.

But everyone knew that was a lie. He watched you for hours on end, even if you were simply sleeping, or scrolling through your phone. He’s skip meals, forget to sleep and bathe, he’s even forget to do his work. He just, stared, not knowing why, he just felt so compelled to.

When he was finally pulled to his senses as you were in a cafe, talking, chatting, even laughing, with another man.

Watching you, listening to your conversations and it’s this mystery stranger, god it made his blood boil. He didn’t like it, he hated it even. His new obsession was being chatted up by a new fella.

He had spent the last- he didn’t even know how long, must’ve been week, maybe even months, doing nothing but watching you. Writing down every little detail of you, and this- absolute bastard thinks he can just come on and ruin it!

He hates that he cares so much about this, about you. He then started to build a new trap, a new torture room. Suited specifically for that man you were talking to, and unlike the other ones, this one was impossible for I get out of. Well, maybe not for you, but for that wretch you were talking to.

He was nothing, he was worthless. He didn’t deserve to talk to you, and you bet Ed was going to make that known.

He was going to broadcast it, to everyone. Making sure the entire city knew how stupid this man was, not being able to solve simple puzzles. He was especially excited to see your reaction, when you realized the man who was talking to was a complete fool, a moron.

After that he becomes more protective, more obsessive over you. Fuck he won’t admit it, but he needs you.

This leads to his plan, he makes him home luxurious, a place you would never want to leave. He keeps you there, making sure he was the only one to be able to be with you, to talk to you, to touch you.

He orders his henchmen to stop whatever there doing, and start doing all these, what seems to be random tasks for him. Clean up his home, buy new furniture, make it seem like his home was a haven. A sanctuary from the outside world.

While they are doing that, he starts making his crimes more extravagant, an almost mystical vibe. He does anything to draw attention from you, and when he watches you watch the news broadcast, he’s paying attention to every little thing your doing.

Are you watching? Did you like his performance? Are you blushing when they show his face? Was that a smile? Did you like it?? Should he do it again? Whatever draws your attention most is what he’ll do.

He then approached you, although not in person, through letter.

He sends you a letter, a pale white envelope sealed with a green heart sticker. A hand written letter lying inside, compared to his usual handwriting, you would never guess it was from him, by the beautiful cursive he practiced so hard to do.

“Dear S/O, please don’t be alarmed, but I’ve been watching you for quite awhile now. I know that sounds bad, but I promise no bad intentions come with my observing. I wanted you to know, I know how you feel, how you think, how you know and how you love. I would come and see you, but this’ll have to do. - E.N,”

This letter rocked you to your core, someone has been watching you? Before you could even process this, a cloth is placed over your mouth.

He had sent one of his men to come take you back to his home.

When you arrived he was thrilled. Finally, you were here. After all of the preparing he had done, you had finally arrived.

He cannot wait to show you everything, his home, his intelligence, and all that he’s done for you.

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[quandaryqueen]

Hi love your writing, keep up the good work! Also is it ok if i request of btas, arkham riddler with a s/o who acts like makima from chainsaw man. Perhaps you can make eddie a yandere if you're ok with it!

Necessary Evil

Yandere Arkhamverse Edward Nygma X Makima-like Reader

A fight for dominance through withholding one another's wants and needs.

Sooo I haven't seen Chainsaw Man but i have read up as best as I could for Makima and gosh isn't she a darling/j but I hope I did her character interpretation justice!

Warning: This chapter might contain suggestive and Yandere themes, that may be uncomfortable to some.

There is something about two dominant people fighting who gets the upper hand. Edward was particularly defensive about it, constantly asserting and making himself appear the more cerebrally superior. Edward, the "I can do anything and everything in the best way possible, so you best chose me. Love me. Obey me" kind of Yandere. Then there was you, playing into his little game, knowing which strings to pull for him to do your bidding. It was just so fucking easy to make him think he is in control.

Everything he does was to appeal to you, he claims it is simply him showing the natural skillset no one will ever possess but deep down, he does it all for you. He wanted you, because you are the most unattainable of all, the best for him. Oh, playing hard and yet simultaneously, easy to give in? Hot and cold and complicated... Just like his machines, oh he could definitely fix you to be purely his.

What you ask of him is vigilante by nature, necessary evil, if you may say so yourself. No harm of manipulating an eager, possessive narcissist who is always hell-bent of proving himself as the most superior. In exchange for favours from him varying from machines to information, you grant him a touch of your flesh. This is where you play the game of light switch. By giving him all the validation he craves, the touch, the sensation of releasing his carnal needs, before flicking the light switch, dropping it all together. Oh he yearns for you, more than anything and he will do anything to get you back, he will fucking kill your target just so you can pay attention to him again.

It is an exchange, in hindsight really. Just two fucked up people wanting something from each other, coming to a compromise... To Edward, you're his darling who needs his help, who appreciates him, he gives him what he wants to hear. And if your vigilantism gets in the way of giving him attention, consider it done. Once he gets a complete hold of you, he is never letting you out of his clutch. You are aware of it and know just how you can have him dangling by a string. Despite his towering figure, you still hold the leash of his collar. He was just like your very own Pavlovian dog, training him with the classic conditioning. He who barks imposingly, yet softened by the presence of his master, such an obedient dog.

In the end, it is just two shitty people using one another for their own gain.

[imagine--if]

I have been wondering who Riddler’s girl partner was, being who told the police that she had seen them go into the café. His plan necessitated his capture at that point, and I highly doubt he would have left things up to chance — no, she will be important.

A/N: That's such a relevant point and I can totally work with it 💚This was so fun to write haha it's getting me back into doing stuff for The Batman againnnn 😁 enjoy reading!! And let me know if you like the new imagine blog post layout thingy (I do 😏)

Wordcount: 716

"Lieutenant, we got a witness here, says she saw someone coming down the fire escape right after the shot. She said he went into the corner diner. The guy's sitting by himself at the counter, right now."

You blink up in faux worry at the policeman, who nods at you with a stern but thankful look.

"Thank you, miss. You should go home, where it's safe."

You nod, backing away from him, as he rushes off to get the rest of his team. Police cars start pulling up outside the diner you've come to time and time again, never a hotspot for trouble and the flashes of angry red and blue reflecting in its long windows now. GCPD stream out of their cars, guns held firm in their hands, as they shuffle around the building and hesitate at the entrance. In the midst of the chaos, a shadowed, jet-black dramatic figure appears, cold eyes boring through the glass of the diner and to the quiet man in the warm navy coat, sitting peacefully indoors.

The peace is sliced through as Martinez kicks open the door, his gun entering the place before he steps in, voice loud and demanding.

"Police! Hands up!"

But the man takes his time, his gentle grip flicking and working expertly on a symbol in his drink, calmly, patiently. You smile softly in the darkness of the opposite street, looking past the heads of police and cars to watch the familiar figure work his magic so naturally. It could only ever be natural to Edward Nashton, and it was something you were so used to, but still so amazed to seeing every day, for a time that seemed like so long, but must only be a few months. You could make out his face even though you couldn't see it properly; a small, nervous smile quirking up his lips ever so slightly, his round face boyish and youthful as it turned to take in the sight of uniformed apprehenders, glaring at him as if he was the pig, an unfeeling psychopath with no story good enough to make up for what he did.

But you knew.

He blinked up at them in a mirror-like way to how you stared up at that policeman, curious and innocent, with that glimmer of something more, darker and dangerous and oh-so-clever, in those murky green hues.

And though you couldn't hear what they were saying, you whispered it anyway, gazing at the sight with a shiver of adrenaline and love and nerves and a barrel of other emotions you couldn't stop to identify.

"He just ordered a slice of pumpkin pie."

Martinez lunges forward in the diner, slamming down The Riddler with a hateful force, two other men rushing to help, rifling through his pockets, yanking out the IDs and demanding an explanation that was left unanswered. And as they worked, guns raised and eyes glaring daggers, Edward's own stare flicked suddenly from the scene to you, barely visible in the drowsy streetlight at the end of the road you lingered at.

Even from there, you could read those eyes, soft and sweet and obsessively adoring, no matter the situation, And he smiled, smiled wide and prettily, ogling for your admiration, your approval. For you to tell him that you're proud of him, that you're in this together, that you can still see him because he's not invisible now, and he never will be. That he matters, and he matters to you.

All this is said unspoken, in one loving, long glance, and then he's ripped off the counter, shoved to the cars, the crowd of police following suit, along with the infamous Batman, who catches his gaze and returns it with one of coolness and intense indifference.

You let out a breath you don't realise you've been holding as he's driven away, leaning back against e concrete wall behind you, and roll your eyes to yourself with a knowing smirk. Now would come the stream all set up and ready for them to find, and then to rake their brains over when The Riddler's 'pretty little mystery' was mentioned near the end, in the midst of the retribution, and his followers would flood the chat with crazed hearts and impatient comments, ready for the real change.

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[rae-raewrites]

Could I request yandere arkham origins riddler hcs?

Truly a Edward from a much simpler time 💚

origins riddler yandere headcanons

Warnings: yandere, stalking,kidnapping,punishment,extortion,possessiveness

He first notices you in his downtime outside of cybercrime work. Wether it be just you working at gcpd or perhaps becoming aware of you online and realizing you’re in Gotham

Unlike the rest of Gotham you actually appreciate brains and having some moral backbone to you which certainly nurtures his attention to you.

It starts off small, surveillance of you digitally and on the streets. Keeping an eye on you to make sure your safe.

But then as he gets more involved with the criminal underworld and starting to get his extortion paks together he gets worse.

He starts stalking any social media in the slightest you have. He also starts frequenting that coffee place you love just to eventually introduce himself one day.

I mean he had to meet you eventually! And my my,Cameras don’t do you the justice you deserve!

Eventually he starts asking you out for dinner,coffee,dates at the museum anything he can do to get you that much more infatuated with him.

All the while he’s slowly taking you away from the eye of anyone else. It’s all because he loves you of course! To many inferiors lining the streets. Your such a gem! You should just stay close to him~

Your trying to convince yourself that he’s just being overprotective but also questioning why he doesn’t like you leaving your apartment. Actually you haven’t heard from anyone you care about recently have you?

Of course when Christmas Eve comes around Batman doesn’t end up being his only concern that night. When he finally goes into hiding he brings you alongside him,handcuffs complementary of GCPD.

He won’t start outright denying you stuff but if you can’t behave than he’s gonna have to be a lot………harsher on you. He’s gone to straight up threatening anyone you love. Nothing’s stopping him from ruining their lives. You saw what he did to the mayor and the police department.

It also doesn’t help he can guess your next move instantly basically condemning you to hell unless someone else comes for you.

“Sweetness if you can’t behave than I’ll have to cuff you back to the bed post again! And I’m sure we don’t want a repeat of last week Hmm?”

Freedom truly is an uncertain thing by this point. Even when he becomes the riddler and Batman starts locking him in Arkham what’s to say he won’t come back and just steal you away again?

[zv5x]

What would Edward do if his darling (after he brings her home) is genuinely scared of him? Like she doesn’t fight him or any, just is in shock and cries because she doesn’t want to get hurt. What would he do to calm her down and transition his darling into ‘Stockholm Syndrome’?

Yan!Riddler • Terrified!Reader

warning for delusional and abusive mindsets, use of the yandere trope, toxic relationships, hostage situations, long term psychological abuse, Stockholm Syndrome/trauma bonding, restraining / "training"

 ❔In the situation where the object of his obsession shows terror because of him, rather than anger or resentment, the delusions he holds regarding his darling will only worsen. His original idea is that his darling is scared, alone and confused. He believes firmly that they need his love to operate, instead of believing in the reality that the situation highlights quite the opposite. He expects that his darling is just as needy and obsessive as he is, and a darling that is terrified of his image will be labeled as "shy" or "doe-like" rather than what they actually are expressing. The views and opinions of Edward's darling are not looked over, if not completely irrelevant. His nihilistic outlook on Gotham city life completely overtakes his ideas of psychological mercy, and will gladly force his darling into sessions of physical affecion because he believes his darling is scared of the city rather than of himself. In his eyes, you have no reason to be afraid anymore, but he still respects that you're being "careful when faced with someone you don't know". Whether that be because he thinks you're staying loyal for him, your soulmate, or because he thinks you're simply scared around any person who crawls in the city is up for minor debate. 

💚 When it truly solidifies in Edward's mind that you're scared of him, however that realization makes its way past his defensive walls, he'll be disheartened to say the least. Though, he'll put it on his own shoulders to fix you. He'll spend his time scanning newspapers, looking for articles highlighting the worst of Gotham before looking for articles regarding himself or Batman. Helping you is at the forefront of his mind, and Edward will show you the dire situation at hand in the form of his very own presentation. Subway assaults, robbery's, domestic violence commited against women and children, he'll cut out snippets describing such and paste them all in a neatly organized notebook. On the contrary, he'll have stories prepared of how he's helped with the cleaning of this mess. Does the exploitation of women upset you? He's picked off a few politicians who did just that, so that's a few less women who have to worry now. Constantly looking over your shoulder because of robberies or general villains? You must know, he's followed you home ever since he first met you. Anyone who's thought to do something like that to you was completely shooed off or killed on the spot, so you didn't have to risk getting harmed. By the end of the night, he'll expect you to be thanking him in whatever way you see fit. Even staying silent will be enough for him, crying too. You're silent because you're shocked a citygoer could be so kind, or, you're crying tears of complete joy. 

❔As a way to get you used to his company, Edward will force you into cuddle sessions of various types. Holding you in his lap, laying his head in yours, or anything else similar are all on the table for him. He'll give you the sweetest smile he can conjure up, just to see if that'll be enough to comfort you. As touched starved as he assumes you to be, you surely wouldn't mind if he gives you what you've been deprived of for so long right? Of course not. Regardless of whether or not you tremble in his touch, he'll equate it to a mother trying to soothe a crying baby rather than a hostage terrified of the possible concept of their demise. 

The television echoed gently, on the lowest volume possible to allow for a gentle sleep. Your eyes slowly crept over to your side, focusing on one man sound asleep right next to you. He was in more of a sitting position, head laid back with a notebook left open on his stretched out legs. Edward had fallen asleep working again. The chain attached to your ankle rattled as it pulled against the edge of the bed. For a reason you did not yet recognize, you wanted to get closer to him. Immediately at the sound of the chain however, Edward's eyes fluttered open. You frowned at how light of a sleeper he happened to be, now feeling guilt at the fact you seemed to awaken him. 

"Angel?" He yawned, letting his eyes fully adjust to his surroundings. Immediately suspicious considering the chain being what woke him up, Edward squinted at you. "Got somewhere to be?" His tone was laced with suspicion, like a police investigator interrogating a clearly guilty suspect. You shook your head, a genuine response on your end. The only sound was the hum of the television and the occasional light rattling of your chain. It didn't bother you nearly as much as it did when you first came. Now that you were looking at the situation with a clearer head, devoid of the fear you once had, you could see that despite everything he was clearly trying his best. Still, you couldn't help the slight shivers that crept up your spine whenever that man said your name, or anything for that matter. It was still there, there was no doubt about that. However, it was considerably less prominent.

You turned to him, surprising him with a smile. A grin spread across your face was the last thing Edward was expecting, and he couldn't help but smile back at the sight. Was this a sign you were finally coming around? Would the days pinning you against the bed screaming at you to stop struggling against him finally meet their end? He hoped so with every inch of his being, as punishing you for your fear of him wasn't something he wanted to do. From what he's heard however, to train someone you need to correct their behavior immediately. If Edward doesn't wish for you to be afraid of him, then the only reasonable option was for him to reprimand any repulsion or terror you externalize. All those hours poured into the research of such psychology was not wasted thankfully, as you seemed to finally be getting the message he was so desperately trying to give you. 

"I don't think there's any place I'd rather be than here." Was all you said, forever sealing your fate and solidifying you never being able to walk the city streets again.

[mr-voorhees-husband]

Smart Boy... pt.2

guh, part one here.

A fic I was writing for myself, but decided to post. Can be read as an x reader, but, it's written w/ me in mind, so.. yeah.

Warnings: Blood, Major Plot Change, Gore, Yandere, NSFT, NSF/W, non-con biting, dub-con elements, Reader + Riddler are both messed up, Trans Masc fingering, T-dick, top-scar mentions, major age gap, Telltale Riddler being Telltale Riddler

Reader - He/him, FtM, 20-25, Not good morals.

I’d considered tearing down the shrine. I really had. I even got as far as to go up to it with a trash can in my hand, but, no matter what I tried to tell myself, I couldn’t. Granted, I should have. Especially considering how Riddler wasn't no longer in custody. 

Waller hadn't made it to the station, apparently, not before Riddler had already broken out and run. Gordon had called me three times already, but, according to the DA, there was never a chance my father would be given parole. Not only did he lie, he was trying to continue to lie. It took massive amounts of self control to not hunt him down, and he was lucky I understood why he lied in the first place. If he wasn't doing it for the good of the people, it’d have gotten bloody.

My boots clattered noisily against the hardwood floor of my room, arms reaching down to take off my shirt and toss it to the dirty clothes. I was tired, sick of the day, and wanted nothing more than to sleep until my body was forcing me awake. My grandma was back in the hospital, Dad was still locked up, and to put the icing on top, John was trying to force me and Bruce to meet his friends. “Fuck.” I sighed, collapsing on my bed, jeans and socks still on.

“Bad day?”

I turned half-heartedly to the infamous villain, eyes cold and unimpressed as I glared. He was leaning against my wall, next to the open window, which I either forgot to lock, or he picked said lock. Riddler grinned, trailing over to my bed. “So you break out of the station, and head to see someone who put you in there?” I crossed my arms under my head, shutting my eyes with a sigh. “Real smart genius.”

“It’s 9 letters, rhymes with perfection, and you need it so dearly.” 

There’s a beat of silence, before I gave up, shoving myself up to look at him. Riddler was sitting on my bed now, at the very edge, as if he didn’t want to risk upsetting me, or just didn't want to get close to me. Rolling onto my back, I thought over the riddle for a moment.

“I don’t need affection, Riddler.” I hissed, making him smile wider.

“Ah, wrong and right,” In a flash, the sharp edge of his cane was pressed against my shoulder, “should I punish or reward?” I didn’t dare move, knowing damn well that cane was sharp enough to split skin at the barest graze, and it being that close to my neck wasn’t the most relaxing. “How about neither?”

“Sounds- Sounds good.” I mumbled, eyes flickering between the intruder and his weapon. He smiled, pulling the cane away and resting it against the bed.

“What’s something of mine that belongs to you?” He continued, adjusting on the bed so his legs were pressing against my feet.

“Wha..?”

The cane was back against my shoulder, and this time, on instinct, I tried to pull away, sitting up. It didn’t change much though, Riddler simply followed my movement to keep the threat prominent. I knew the riddle, it was some sappy riddle about owning someone’s heart. The fact Riddler was asking me is what was throwing me off. “The..” I passed a nervous glance to the cane, and Riddler raised an eyebrow. “Your heart..?”

“Good boy.” He chuckled, and I couldn't hide the shock of pleasure that shot down my spine from the simple praise. Riddler moved fast, grabbing my wrist and twisting my in a way so my back was against his chest. “Now, keep up this little winning streak, and I’ll keep rewarding you.”

Before I could ask what the hell he meant by reward, lips were on my neck. I gasped, instincts telling me to struggle while my brain seemed to understand they wouldn’t do much. It wasn’t like I didn’t enjoy it, anyway, this older man, who I’d had a crush on for years kissing my neck. It had me spiraling in the best way possible. A nip made me yelp, finally trying to tug away. I shouldn’t be getting pleasure from this, my brain seemed to finally register, or maybe it was simply what little morality I had left fighting for me to not completely accept how insane I truely was. Riddler’s grip tightened while he shushed me quietly, akin to how you’d calm a scared animal. Maybe that’s all I was to him.

“This one should be fairly obvious, my love.” I flushed at the nickname, too caught off-guard to even try and fight when he went back to marking my neck. “What belongs to you now, everyone who ever dated you wanted, and I will have?”

“I..” That was a loaded question for a riddle I already basically answered. It made me rethink it for a solid moment or so, wondering if maybe I was wrong about it being my heart. “My heart?”

Searing pain spread through my shoulder, making me cry out in agony. Adrenaline started pumping, and I tried to rip away in pure surprise. Riddler crushed me back against his chest, kissing my shoulder better from whatever the hell he just did. Choking on air, I turned to the best of my ability, eyes finding a thin line of crimson trailing down my chest. Whatever he did, he broke skin, and it hurt. “Wrong, darling.” I whimpered at the feeling of his gloved fingers sweeping up my warm blood, before I heard him hum at the taste of it. “Try again.”

“..I- I don’t-” A cry escaped my lips, fingers pressing against my shoulder. “Love?”

More pain, making me sob out a broken beg of forgiveness. He kissed the wound once more, as if trying to shake away the pain. “So close,” a kiss under my ear, and I felt his teeth graze the shell of my ear before he continued, “something I don’t already have, dear boy.”

My brain shook for an answer, pain and adrenaline making it much harder than it usually should be. I still didn’t even know how he hurt me, which made it so much worse. I didn’t know what he did, all I knew was the pain it caused and I was bleeding. “Fuck- My virgintinty? I don’t know!” My eyes shut, expecting that agonizing pain to spread through my shoulder again. Yet, it never came.

“Amazing,” a hand cupped my chin, pushing my jaw up to give Riddler more room to kiss my neck and mark me, “absolutely brilliant, my dear.” For a moment, I was just happy I got the answer right, before it fully seemed to register what the answer was. Riddler wanted my virginity. Fuck. That idea alone made me flush, not to mention how close I was to him. I knew I shouldn’t feel lust right now, but I couldn’t shake it. I liked people like this. I wanted someone insane about me. Someone who would kill if I asked the right way. He ticked all my boxes and then some. “I knew you’d get it.”

“How do you know I still have my virginity?” 

“Hm.” Fingers slipping in my pants made me gasp, head still pointed up with his other palm. “You’re too sensitive.” Riddler replied calmly, “Now, be a dear and unbutton your jeans.”

I didn’t have to listen. Nothing was forcing me. He was asking me to unbutton them, not telling me. Though, this was a one-in-a-million chance, and I wasn’t exactly known to be lucky. So, with only slightly shaking fingers I reached down and un-did my jeans. 

“Good boy,” he purred, the praise making me whine and thrust my hips. Riddler chuckled darkly, kissing the wounds on my shoulder that had finally started to stop bleeding. “Is that what gets you going?” Nimble fingers found my cock, jerking it back and forth with smooth motions. “Praise? Such a smart boy gets off on being told how good he is?”

“Uh-huh..” I wasn’t sure if he wanted an answer or not, but I still decided to answer, anything to keep his hand there. My head hit his shoulder with a moan, and he finally let my chin go to rest his other hand on my hip.

“How adorable..” Fingers grazed my entrance and I trembled, the idea of him finger fucking me with his gloves still on making my head spin. “Let’s see…” 

“No- wait-” I begged pathetically as he pulled his hand away and out of my pants. 

“So needy,” he sighed, pulling the other hand away, “pants off, and then I’ll keep touching you.”

My pants were in a heap on the floor in seconds, underwear with it before I was clambering back onto his lap. Riddler grinned madly, accepting me with open arms as he situated himself against my pillows. This time, I was facing him, knees straddling his thighs. A much more willing position, along with allowing me to see him. My knees shook when his fingers found my cock again, slipping around it and jerking it between his middle and index finger.

“Would you believe me if I told you this was my first time?” He hummed, only getting an answer in the shape of me shaking my head. I was too far gone now, I never knew being touched could feel this good, all pain from earlier being forgotten. “It is, with a man, that is.” Riddler didn’t miss the way I seemed to huff softly at that, either in jealousy or a self consciousness, I couldn’t tell. “Oh, don’t worry, darling, those whores meant nothing.” The feeling of two of his fingers stretching me out made me sob, hands finding the lapels of his jacket. He grinned, teeth grazing my neck before they bit down softly on my good shoulder. “Just means to an end, nothing like this,” I grinded into his palm, rutting like an animal in heat with a stangled groan, “nothing like you.”

“Riddler- fuck- please-!”

“Eddie, darling.” Edward gently chastised, fingers stretching me out before searching for that special place. When he found it, stars flashed through my eyes and I sobbed out a moan, burying my head in the nape of his neck. “Oh, there it is.”

“Eddie! Please-pleaseplease!”

“Shh, darling, I know,” His voice was demeaning, like talking to a child, but I couldn’t care at all, not with him making me feel like I was on cloud 9. “I know you can cum like this, so why haven’t you?” His free hand grazed up my side, before landing on my chest, rubbing the crescent shaped scars under my pec gently. “You’ve been so good too,” I moaned at that, eyes rolling back as I continued to hump his palm, “I’m sure if such a brillant, smart boy can fuck himself on my fingers, he’d be able to cum on them.”

“Can’t you, darling?”

I cried out to him one final time, body tensing as I came on his hand. Edward continued to thrust his fingers in me until my orgasm was finally over. I shuddered against his shoulder with the barest whine as he pulled his hands away. My eyes flickered over to him just in time to watch him suck my climax off his glove, pupils blown and face ever so red. Edward hummed at the taste, hand moving from my chest to tug off his gloves and toss them to the side. He glanced at me, before smiling. 

“Well, dear boy, how do you feel?”

“..Warm..” My arms dropped from his jacket to dig between his back and the pillows and pull him into a hug. Edward hummed, bare, clean, fingers going to my hair to run his hand through it. “Are you gonna leave now?”

“No.”

I couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or not.

[luverz-exe]

Hello! I would like to request a,

JLA! Riddler with Guardian Angel Reader.

Much appreciate it for the writing you do on this tumblr blog. Thx :)

Yandere JLA! Riddler With Guardian Angel S/O

Honestly, this is my first time writing this version of the Riddler, so we'll see how it goes. Also, thank you for the kind words Anon, I appreciate it (:

I also want to write a little extra for him, so you'll get a real guardian angel S/O Headcanons and a small oneshot, to show my gratitude for the support. But just know this was a fun one to work on! Sorry I don't get as much content out as I used to, I hope you can forgive. Anyways- I hope you enjoy!

Nygma had never been the religious type, he based his beliefs on facts, not guesses. And while some may say his reform is nothing short of a miracle, he sees it as his intelligence shining through, and the world realizing he belongs to be free. He had never considered that divine intervention could possibly be a factor in his release.

And his private detective work? Says he did it alone, no help was given, he doesn't even think about his compulsive 'giving riddles' behavior. Nope, it was totally all him... Although, he's had a few reoccurring dreams of his saying otherwise. Symbolism is common in his dreams, and it's no different. And it all points to something pure... Something Holy. And when he wakes up? The memory gets fuzzy, he's tried to write it down as soon as he wakes up, but there's always some detail missing. The only thing he remembers perfectly is a voice. A strong, beautiful voice. But he could never remember the words spoken, just the sound of their voice.

It did not bother him, the voice, the dreams, he was fine. Sure, he'd love to hear that voice say his name, or to see a face to go along with it. It's fine, he's fine, and there's nothing helping him, cause that would insinuate he's helpless. That he can't do anything without divine intervention. With this, he's been a bit more on edge, paranoia seeping through him, with the feeling of being watched growing with each passing day....And the voice gets louder every night, warning him to resist the temptation that they know he's facing, whether or not he knows it just yet.

"...I must be going crazy! There's no way that- that there could possibly be- there's no clear evidence, there's nothing pointing to that conclusion...Am I truly in the debt of higher power? No, no... I did it myself...Right?"

Edward's mind plagues him, and he wonders more and more if there's truly someone helping him or if he's losing his mind. He's so lost in his thoughts, the world seems to move on without him as he seemingly runs on auto pilot. But something breaks him out of his mind, something all too familiar... A voice so well known by his ears, he instantly finds where it was coming from. And he can finally put a name to a face, everything about you drove him ever closer, and he could feel his signature grin creep up upon him.

Try all you like to deny it, but he now knows the truth of you. You tried to help him, to put him on the straight and narrow, for that, he is surprisingly grateful. You may have been stuck on earth, but now you're really trapped. Nigma will make sure your stay is... permanently on hiatus. Afterall, Angel, wouldn't you want to make sure he's on track to be better?

"You." You can hear someone behind you say, an all too familiar voice rings in your ears. "Care to share your name? I believe it is owed after these sleepless nights, all caused by you." You turn around, facing him, your eyes meeting.

"(Y/N)" you say, scanning his physical frame. He was still in the Riddler fit, now with his business cards in a hidden compartment, seemingly trying to maintain the image that once installed fear into the hearts of Gothamites. But there's something bothering you, something unlike anything else. His thoughts.

"Hm, whatever seems to be bothering you, my dear?" He asked, smug as ever. It appears that he has no idea of how much power you truly have. You have tried to help him, but sadly, his thoughts prove that a relapse is inevitable.

Thoughts of taking you away, thoughts of murder and sin.... Thoughts you've tried to get rid of. "It appears you have fallen into temptation once more, Nigma. I warned you, this is a dangerous path to take."

He pauses, now realizing what you mean. His grin turns into a smile, as he bows his head. "Some people listen to the angel on their shoulder. A far off voice, something they pretend is not their own consciousness, telling them what to do what is right." He pauses, looking back up at you. "It appears I do not have one on my shoulder, telling me what is right."

You knew what he was suggesting, something you hadn't expected coming from him. "So now? It seems I must have an angel beside me." He steps a bit closer to you. "Afterall, it'd be a shame for me to relapse. You'd get in trouble, I'd get in trouble... It'd do no good for anyone." He was right, unless you could guarantee his past, now 'far behind him', doesn't make a comeback, you'd be unable to go back to where you belong. He's keeping you here with him.

So it seems that by trying to keep him from sin, you've just drawn him ever closer to it. "If you do this, it'll be too late for the both of us. I do not wish for that. Please... Reconsider. We have only just met-" he wags his finger, seemingly teasing you.

"Well you see, while we have never met, you seem to know my last name. So it appears you've known of me for oh so long..." His grin returned, he knew he had the high ground. He knew his logic prevailed, and his reasoning undeniable. "And you've plagued my dreams as well, so it seems you do know me. Ah, but that's besides the point. The point is, you need me, and I need you. a guardian angel needs someone to guard, and a sinner always needs to have his saint."

[lonleydweller]

Could I request yandere hcs for Riddler from arkham knight vr?

🥀Yandere Arkham Knight VR Riddler hcs🥀

OOOO- this got ideas flowing! This was super fun to write! I feel as if it's an underused concept too.

!Warnings!: this content contains toxic/forced relationship dynamic, yandere trope, kidnapping, reality shifting, being trapped in a videogame, self aware character, paranoia, cyberstalking

Yanderes are OK in fiction. They should stay fiction. They are not example of healthy relationships. These behaviors are NOT okay in real life. This is for entertainment purposes

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●It was all fun and games. Literally. You ran around the vr world of gotham with no thoughts of anything going on behind the scenes.

●When Riddler first popped up, taunting and challenging you like usual, it surprised you. Maybe even startled you a little with his greeting.

"So I've finally found you. Yes. You. The brains behind the brawn."

●You figured it was just a clever voiceline detail. Making him self aware and all. RIddler had broken the 4th wall in the past, and Arkham Knight VR wouldn't be the first game to do this kinda thing. Take DDLC for example. It was just a gag. Right?

●You found the riddlers secrets just fine, picking up little cube after cube, faster than most actually. It was fun, challenging rewarding. You'd talk throughout the game to yourself and make some witty jokes. You thought nothing of it, but something else surely did.

●You notice.. maybe after a month. The voicelines seem- they feel, more personal. More directed. More specific, but they're still vague. It was just a coincidence right? Maybe the game was just reading off the information from your VR and connected accounts.

●So the games coutinue! Nothing gets better. He starts talking during segments you know he isn't supposed be. You start to see glimpses of green out of the corner of your eye. Did you meerely get a buggy defective game? Was paranoia fogging your brain? Were you going insane?

●You take a break from the game. Hoping it will relive the stress you were under. You do some chores, go out on a walk, and play some games on your phone or PC.. which are running slower than usual. Strange, you could have sworn it fine yesterday. You check for viruses, nothing. You turn it on and off. It helps a bit. You free up some storage and It's back to working order for the most part.

●You find various electronics turned on when you could have sworn they were off. They're running slow again, barely working. The only thing that works is the VR game.. you reluctantly put the headset on.

●It was fine at first. Then it wasn't. He was talking directly to you. Referring to you by your name. Taunting you. Telling you personal information he couldn't have gotten. Appearing in the darkness of the out of bounds area in front of you. Your heart and mind racing as he gets closer, you desperately reach up to pull the headset off-

●Only to find nothing. There's nothing. No headset to pull off. No controllers in your hand. Nothing. Unable to go back. The only thing you're greeted which is the Riddler standing in front of you.. face to face. Only inches away.

"It's not so much of a game anymore is it?"

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[gothamitelove]

Could I request hcs for Arkham city riddler, or Arkham riddler in general with a darling who is obviously scared shitless of him. They won't talk to him, flinch when they're touched, ect?

OOH anon im sorry for making you wait for this i forgot how great this req is

yandere!arkham!riddler w/scared!darling

this... probably doesn't go terribly well.

let's face it. eddie nigma has a huge ego and a distinct lack of patience. until he learns to work with that (read: until he learns that he's going to have to adapt to you), it's going to be rough waters.

so the first few weeks are, well, unfortunate.

he can't understand why you're afraid, why you're being so unreasonable about this. can't you see what he's done for you? the things he's given up to be able to keep you?

self-awareness is not this man's forte.

somebody has to talk some sense into him before he fucks this up for good- namely chasing you inside your head with fear until you barely respond to the outside world anymore.

and in a much darker world than this one, this is what ends up happening.

in this one, it's probably scarecrow who gets him to wake the fuck up and realize he's been going at this the wrong way.

then he starts trying different things- not touching you, talking to you like an equal, giving you as much of a routine as he can when he's so prone to getting engrossed in his work for hours at a time

it takes very careful maneuvering and more than one private temper tantrum, but he works you open eventually.

you are, after all, possibly the greatest puzzle he has yet to solve.

[bluemoondust]

Hello! Could you please do 💕with Oswald, Edward and Barbara from Gotham? Thank you

💕- Are they a delusional yandere or not?

Oswald Cobblepot

He certainly is a bit delusional in some aspects, but not completely. Oswald does not get delusional until he gets closer to you, which then becomes more dangerous for the people who try to mess with you. He sees you as a Saint, especially if you've shown unconditional kindness towards him, that he has to protect from the evils of the city. At one point when he was in charge of Gotham, he tries to convince you to stay with him so that no one would hurt you. He'll be extremely joyous if you accept, but if you don't that's perfectly fine. It's just that, what if heading back home, someone manages to break in or all your money suddenly disappears. That's perfectly okay! Oswald will be there to support you! What sort of monster would even dare try to harm such a wonderful being?

Edward Nigma

Edward is probably on the more delusional side, but is a patient sort and waits for the little hints that can confirm his suspicion that you're interested. Once that simple hint confirms everything, Ed will not give up his pursuit for you. He's pretty persistent and has the belief that he can truly make you happy compared to anyone else. What can they offer that he can't? Nothing. This whole city is full of scum with just some sheds of light, but they're so difficult to find through all the darkness of Gotham. So, why don't you just accept him? Edward cares about you more than anyone else and absolutely no one knows you better than himself. If he manages to scare you off with his approach, he'll just be angry at himself but at you as well for not taking the easy route and giving in.

Barbara Kean

Grabbing her attention means your life is already going to be more intense than it is before. Barbara is a hellbent type of yandere and does not relent on the things that she deems to be hers. You're no exception. So yes, in a sense, she is pretty delusional or rather, just more delusional as a yandere. Which is worse than her normal levels of delusion, so expect her to be in your path a lot. Barbara is insanely possessive as a yandere and will do anything to keep any scums' hands away from you because you are hers and only hers. Will this behavior get to the point of kidnapping? Absolutely. It's pretty easy if you're a powerful figure in Gotham, so once you're in her clutches, you're not going to get away. So why don't you just accept your new life with your loving girlfriend who will always protect you?

[quandaryqueen]

Since requests are open again, could you perhaps do some headcannons for Yandere! Young Justice Riddler?

White knuckle jerk

Yandere Young Justice Edward Nygma X Reader

Yandere? YJ Eddie? Oh my god my loves 😍💕 oh lordy labacamoo, I love you for requesting this. I am so sorry it took too long, I just really needed the time to think about how I can do this request justice and I really hope I did

Also, I'd love to try something new for the Reader's role. You'll see.

CW: Yandere Content, Toxic Relationship Dynamic

💚 Yanderes are a different kind of breed, aren't they? Just the absolute worse, to think they are entitled to a person just because the object of obsession looked their way once and now the Yandere won't stop until they're satisfied on how they have their darling in their grasp.

There are myriad classifications of Yandere. There's the sadistic, protective, delusional, laid-back, vouyeristic, etc etc.

Then there's Edward Nygma, the Riddler, the pathetic one. The one who tries to hold over control over his darling in a way that's degradingly cute of him to try and cuff you to the bed, only to apologize, kneeling, crying, clinging, pleading for you to forgive him, as he kisses your feet for forgiveness.

💚 You were caught as object of obsession, the hot topic among circles of villainy, you've made a name for yourself, an instant terror struck upon the masses and a threat to be snuffed out... All he ever wanted.

And so he set out to watch you for his pure fascination. How does one person in which a calibre like yours operates?

Well for one, he kept a record of your agenda and had managed to track footage of you through various security cameras from wherever you go. It was difficult at first but it's certainly a tell of his determination. From the direction of your headquarters, the bank you recently robbed, a construction site you rigged with explosives as bait for the heroes, your life as a civilian as well, wherein he'd observe you go on about your alter ego where you managed to hide your identity very well. It's simply laughable how you aren't cuffed by the police yet with this amount of footage.

Seeing you go from the cold, masked monster to a warm face that smiles back during encounters was jarring, but fascinating to him. And he can't even tell which one was an act and which was genuine.

💚 Now, the tricky part was making himself known... Wait... Isn't he already known? He has to be, he's been trying to establish himself as one of the greatest threats of Gotham, of course he'd be known! You'd know who he is! Who doesn't?

Anyways... He has pinpointed your latest agenda, striking up a deal with a little known rogue who has yet to make a name for themself. It would be easy to acquire access of their contacts, plus he thinks his reputation would be a great addition to be considered when he plans to make himself known to them as an ally and as a result, get to meet you.

💚 A crush? No. Fascination is the correct word. He isn't above admitting he looks up to you, that he admires your way of doing things and would like to emulate that.

💚 When the time came, he establish himself as an ally of the team, he finally met you.

"V/N, I presume? Your reputation precedes you,"

"Ah, I forgot. Y/N, this is the Riddler." Edward glances at the third person, who is apparently on a first name basis with you. And not to mention, how they sound more at ease around you.

"Riddler... I've heard of him. The one with the question marks," You merely looked over your friend with disinterest as if he weren't there. "And what other help can he offer our cost? Other than being utilised for a... Questionable bait." You paused, trying to find a word less offensive.

"I can assure you-- I'm quite effective in wide ranges of cyber-related needs, strategies, techs--"

"I suppose we can make use of you. Now, if you were to excuse us for a moment, I'd like to talk to Gaslight alone."

Edward practically shrank under your intensive gaze, before wordlessly excusing himself.

💚 One would think he'd be turned off after your display of decorum (lack thereof), he was not. For one, this treatment wasn't particularly new for him and second, he expected this. He has been watching you after all. What's more, he was compelled. How it will all feel worth it once he has done the unthinkable, the impossible. Little ol' him.

He was on the team. That, he can tick off the checklist. Now all to do was to get along with you or Gaslight, the rogue who has agreed to work with him. You seem to get along with them very well and perhaps through a mutual friend, he can develop a bond with you.

It was no easy task, he was prepared from the mount Everest of a research, you would be the most difficult person to conquer in any way. There was nothing you find more repulsive, like submitting under someone. Let alone someone like him. But he felt in control.

He knows what to do, what to expect.

💚 Everything about you wasn't easy. You are irritable to anyone you don't like, save for a few people you tolerate. You also pick up one of the myriads of masks and use it for your own benefit, building a beguiling reputation for being a soft-hearted, thoughtful angel to some, not so much when they turned around.

He was aware of just how you are when you're at your worst, striking unprovoked and ruining someone's life for your benefit without much an ounce of regret and how you can do that to anyone, including those who you seem to have deceived that you have bond. By the looks of it, you might do the same thing to him. But he doesn't care. If that makes him more to you, then take whatever you want from him.

💚 Stupidly persistent, determined, willing to take damage if it means pleasing you. Everything he takes from you, from the verbal hits to the bruises and welts, he was going to take it. Somehow, someway, he is going to have you under his control soon, pull the rag from under your feet...

And in his delusions, he sees himself as this soon to be dominant, in-control, ever so merciful Yandere who will be your everything. In his head, that's his conclusion. In reality, he couldn't hurt you, he couldn't bear the thought of making you cry, let alone lose all the things you want... But if he had to do that, then so be it. It would have been for a better cause, he justifies.

💚 It just so happens your second-in-command, best friend, Gaslight, first name Gayle and last name Ilaw happened to have failed to escape an exploding building from one of your missions... But don't worry, Edward was there for you, he will be your new best friend... Or more, if you'd like.

"What did you not understand about what I said?" You utter coldly, sparing no glances at the hindrance that is Edward. "Don't make me repeat myself."

"I am so sorry for your loss," Edward approaches your slumped figure standing by the balcony. He felt as though he was in your good graces to be excluded from the goons you've yelled at to leave after receiving the news of Gaslight's death.

Gaslight... Long time friend, someone you considered as family. Second-in-command, confidante... An important piece of you Edward had to yank out in hopes of filling her role. It was a massive gap to fill, but you should know by now, he would do anything.

"If you need someone to talk to, I am always a call away."

Edward could not help but to smile as he exit.

The normal you would have barked at him... This development was just what Edward needed, to see the cracks form and soon enough he'd be there to pick up the pieces for you. It will only be just a matter of time until he reduce you into nothing but broken shards of what used to be you, needing to be made whole again with him by your side.

[frightknights-n-monstergirls]

Yandere Riddler would include...

Edward would be highly pitiful as a yandere. Mainly due to his concentration on his obsessions. 

His OCD would hinder his yandere impulses, because he would focus on one thing at a time, to make sure that it is perfect on the most part.

Edward would have a hard time deciding on if he wants to stalk is S/O or finish his latest plan against Batman. 

If he does choose to go after his S/O, then he will, in fact, root their home. Speakers and cameras hidden everywhere, any criminal files or just files  with their information are now in his possession. 

Would probably visit their hometown and childhood home if available. Check out their schools, various friends they had.

Going into the N*SFW territory for a bit, if his S/O is a male who has had female partners, Edward would try to also have sex with them. It wouldn’t matter how many other partners she has had, Edward’s only concern is feeling what his S/O has felt. 

Edward is about feeling the same his S/O has felt and experienced. They wear makeup? Edward would try on the products. 

Edward wouldn’t really want to kidnap his S/O, at least that’s not his initial thought. Sure, he would love to have his S/O to be with him, but he sees it as a victory when his obsession comes to him proclaiming their love for him.

Problem: Once he has you, Edward will loose interest. It’s the chase, the intrigue, a riddle wanting to be solved. This is when it will be very dicey for his S/O. Edward knows everything about you, from your birth to current day.

He can literally erase them from the face of the planet. Edward could let his S/O go nicely and painlessly like any other relationship, or he could kill them and get rid of any trail leading them to him or that they ever existed.

That worst case scenario is Edward’s view on the relationship he’s established with his S/O, he’s erasing them from his life, they’ve become nothing more than data clogging up his memory banks. He’s got more important things to think about now  

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Don’t get me wrong, Yandere and EVIL Eddie are things I’m here for. But I also LOVE soft boi Edward. I think we can all agree soft sub must-be-bridal-carried Edward that dotes on his s/o, and spit in his s/o’s mouth evil marry-me-or-die Edward are both good. 💚🤝💚

Oh Edward on all ends of the spectrum are great. Like I love dominant Edward but the man can switch on a dime, especially since he's not that versed in relationships lol. He might feel obligated to be dominant since he's kidnapped Darling and doesn't want them to think they can walk over him, but over time his pride mellows a bit and he might be trusting enough to admit that he wants some...different kind of attention. And if he's injured he will demand you carry him, make food, tend to him, etc. He's a brat sometimes. A lot of the time.

But when you're good to him, he's so happy to spoil his Darling whenever he can. Books (lots of them), little puzzles, things relevant to their hobbies, crafts made just for them, lots of head patting (its affection AND condescending, so it's perfect!) And when you tend to him, he's genuinely grateful even if he tries to pretend like "of COURSE you wanted to help me, I'm THE Edward Nigma"...only to quietly say he only got better so soon because you helped him.

Hard mean Eddie good. Soft subby Eddie good!