#riddler h/c

[finniestoncrane]

Ok I’ve this idea cooking in my mind brain for the the last couple days and I need someone to help make it a reality. Can get a little something with Arkham Eddie and his vigilante s/o who for the last couple of months have been having this strong bit of sexual tension between the two of them and after one of Eddie’s crimes fail and they have him cornered s/o decides “screw it” and finally decides to get Eddie in bed you can make it as grossly nsfw gutter minded as you want I actually encourage it

ok ok i love this??? i think him having sexual tension and a bit of flirty banter with someone is just HNG because honestly, he's a cheeky little shit and that's why i love him so like where he obviously lusts after batman, i gave him someone who is willing to reciprocate his weirdly obsessive affections

so yeah! here's my arkham riddler x gender neutral vigilante reader fic for you

frienemies

i'm sorry this took so long but i hope you enjoy it and i hope i interpreted it right, like i maybe took it slightly differently than you hoped but if i did just come back at me and i can work on it!!! 💚

minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff like i went whole hog and the second half is just porn yw

"You're no better than that idiot detective d-d-detective. I'll beat every one of you that tries to stop me stop me."

His voice rang through your ear piece, shrill and taunting and so loud.

"They can all come after me, one by one, but none of them will surpass the levels of intellect it takes to beat this genius genius."

The warbled tones, sharp static and echoes were grating, but as long as he was talking it meant he was distracted.

"And I bet you think that because I can't see you, because you've evaded my cameras c-cameras, that you're somehow smart now now? But I can still hear you. I've got microphones, yes microphones, all over the city th-the city."

He didn't, and you knew it. Because you were splashing loudly through the sewers, potentially within arms reach of his workshop. And he was none the wiser. It was exciting, the thrill of finally facing him. Adrenaline pumped through your veins and underneath, a tinge of something more, warming your blood and flushing your cheeks.

"It's a matter of brains over brawns b-b-brawns, and while you're certainly very brawny, you don't have any brains brains."

Two whole months of trailing him, following his obnoxious little clues and riddles, spending hours of your time listening to him bang on about that bat as if he was the only vigilante who existed.

"Not that...I have observed your brawns brawns. Although, I wonder how much of that is just your little costume tume. We'd have to take it off to see what's really underneath underneath-neath."

You were jealous of him, actually. Jealous of anyone who had his attention more than you did. It was pathetic, really. But you'd spend so long thinking about him, studying him. How could you not have fallen for him, even just a little bit.

"I MEANT to see how little you had h-h-had, not that I want to see you out of your costume costume. You're vile v-vile. As if I would be persuaded by anything of that nature, let alone you you-you-you."

It was amazing how he could keep talking when you weren't even responding to him anymore. Could have been fear, you guessed. A habit he developed to drown out any of his deeper thoughts beyond crime, plotting and stupid puns. The way he got caught in his words was endearing though, and you hated to have to put an end to it.

"Surprise." You offered it in a dull tone, arms crossed in front of you and head tilted to the side, smile visible on your face, self-satisfied smirk gleaming in your eyes from behind your eye mask.

"Oh...shoot. You really do have to spoil all the fun, huh?"

"I hate to do it to you, Ed, I really do. Maybe, if you come quietly and don't make a fuss, I can show you the brawn underneath my costume, whaddaya say?"

His face beamed a bright and instant red and he furrowed his eyebrows. Taking his eyes off of you for a brief moment, long arms reaching for his cane that sat off to his side, he allowed you the time you needed to corner him against the slimy, brick walls of the Gotham sewers. With your arm under his neck and the other pinning his hands above him, you stared deep into his eyes.

Chests heaving with exertion, the space between you somehow drawing closer, you considered how handsome he was. How intriguing you found him. How two months of doing nothing but think of him had driven you past the point of rage and desire for vigilante justice, and had circled around to an intense crush.

It was the tension. The teasing, the obsessive notes left for you, the way he mocked you relentlessly, his attitude, his self-absorption. It was a bad thing to admit, but his constant bragging and self-congratulatory speeches had you truly believing that he was the smartest man in Gotham. Deserving of something better than the Batman, who was only stringing him along, mercilessly.

You could hear the longing in his voice, the way he spoke of him. There was a desire to be caught, to be interviewed and given a chance to unleash his inner thoughts to people who had to listen to him. And, as much as he enjoyed being elusive to the point of irritation to the GCPD, you could tell he was desperate to be captured, to be lauded for his crimes on the newspapers, to be the crowning achievement of Arkham's inmate population.

Why else would he leave a trail of neon green breadcrumbs leading right to him? He was lonely. Needy. And something about that notion drove you wild. The pathetic attempts at flirting, which he backtracked on as soon as he'd let them slip, the way you knew he watched you, constantly.

Without much thought, you kissed him, cutting off his ranting about how you should let him go because you must have been cheating blah blah blah. At first he was still, shock, maybe. Most likely defiance, not wanting to submit to feelings for someone who he should for all intents and purposes be hell bent on destroying. But he sank into it, straining his neck against your arm to get closer to you, deeper into the moment, tongue pressing out in hopes of getting more contact.

In a bold move, one that was incredibly risky and highly stupid, you eased off while keeping your lips to his. Removing your arm from his neck first, bringing it down to his side, placed softly on his hip. The other, warily removed from his wrists, allowing him freedom. Freedom to run.

But he remained, and with no restrictions his hands were flung quickly around your back, running up and down your spine desperately, pawing at you, scratching and grasping. They moved deftly to the front where he undid the belt and zip of your outfit, hands desperately clutching your bare flesh at the hips and using his powerful arms to spin you around and against the wall.

In a surprisingly submissive move, he fell to his knees, tugging at the material around your thighs to get better access. As you shrugged your shoulders and arms out, he yanked hard and exposed your body to the frigid and stale air before pressing his mouth to you, on you. He worked feverishly, tasting you, biting ever so gently where he knew it would elicit the most lurid reactions, tongue muscles, strong from the ridiculous amount of talking he did, finally put to good use as he teased your skin.

One hand against the wall to balance you, the other reached to stroke his cheek before travelling up to his hair, gripping it at the top and pulling him closer to you. His tongue, flat against you, lapped at your taste as he moaned and let you control him. But as you adjusted to the pleasure, deep pulsing waves of ecstasy ringing in your ears, he pulled away.

Mercifully, he began to kiss you again, dragging his cheeks, stubble delightfully brushing at your skin, down your neck and to your collarbone where he let his mouth hang agape, breathing in and inhaling you. Strength doubled with the adrenaline of arousal, he gripped onto you and turned you around with ease.

With your face pressed against the sharp texture of the wall, you hissed in pain and pleasure as he sucked on his fingers, lathering them in his spit before rubbing them against your entrance, although you were already embarrassingly ready and willing from his practised efforts of oral.

You could hear him unzip himself, spitting onto his palm and groaning as he stroked his cock and began to tease you with it, gently rubbing it up and down before easing the tip into you. He was an impressive thickness, and the sensation of just his head pushing past the tightness made you push yourself back onto him, both of you letting out a grunt as you took him in, whole.

It was interesting to note the absence of speech. You had imagined, and imagined a lot over the past couple of months, that he would be almost as insufferable during sex as he was in any other situation. A constant running commentary on the events. But he was breathy, deeply focused on the task at hand. The noises he did make were animalistic and carnal, grunting and growling interspersed with softer groans, an occasionally sweet whimper as he tossed his head back.

He whispered, most likely in an attempt to hide what he was saying, and you could hear your pseudonym being uttered softly with a growing passion, drowned out by the echoes of your bodies crashing against one another. It was sending you over the edge, and as you worried about how much longer he was going to last, impressed by his stamina and pacing, you knew you were unable to hold out much longer.

You called out his name, screaming it into the room, oddly intimate to refer to him by his first name but desperate to cry it out. Knees buckling, he held firm onto your hips as he began to tense up, fingernails in your flesh, spit seething from his gritted teeth as he held his tongue, fighting against instinct to praise you, to let you know you'd won him over. He came, hard, seed spilling out as he removed himself with a shaking moan. But his hands remained on your waist, soothing over the little dents where he had gripped tightly in orgasm. He leaned into your ear, kissing it softly before whispering.

"I can't let you win that easily. How about this time, you can go hide and I'll come looking for you. I promise you I'll be able to find you a lot quicker than you found me."

[angelofthenight]

💘Writing Masterlist💘

Requesting Rules

Dano!Riddler:

“Last Man Alive” table of contents (yandere)

Rahad Jackson (Boogie Nights):

Relationship Headcanons

The Black Phone:

Vance: “Deez Nuts”

Vance: “Are We About to Kiss?” (Parts 1-3 in link)

Bruce + Vance: “Cardigans in August” (Parts 1-7 in link)

The Purge Leader:

Yandere Headcanons (Parts 1-2 in link)

Yandere NSFW Headcanons

Sam Fortner (The Patient):

“The Monster You Created” table of contents (yandere)

Children of the Corn:

Isaac, Malachi, Micah, Eli: Yandere Alphabet

Malachi: Yan!Scenario

Micah: Plus Sized!Reader

John Doe (Se7en):

“Closer To God” (yandere) (Parts 1-2 in link)

Adrian Veidt (Watchmen):

Yandere Alphabet/Headcanons

NSFW Alphabet

Requested Relationship H/c’s

The Twin (The Devil’s Carnival):

Relationship Headcanons

Ken (Barbie 2023):

“Kenchanted” table of contents

Alex Delarge:

"What Doesn't Kill Me" table of contents (yandere)

[batpham-discord-highlights]

Conversations between Gothmites and Outsiders

H  —

The way conversations about batman go irl is probably how they go between gothamites and outsiders

Gothamite: so batman and his kids-

Outsider: batman has kids?

Gothamite: yes

C G —

G: so the second Robin

O: second?

G: oh buddy I got a lot to tell ya takes a drag of their cig and puts it out with their bare fingers okay so-

G — 

why is this so funny

G: so anyway, after riddler kidnapped us we went for drinks-

O: YOU WERE KIDNAPPED?

G: Yeah, a few days ago, keep up. So, anyway-

H — 

O: how many times have you been kidnapped?

G, counting on their fingers: somewhere in the hundreds I think lost count a while ago. Around about the 3rd Robin actually

O: I'm going to stop asking you questions

R — 

G: so the fourth Robin...

O: That's the one with swords, right?

G: no, that's the blonde one.

O: There was a blonde one?

A — 

G: yeah? the girl robin?

O: Robin's a girl??

R — 

G: not anymore. Are you even listening to me?

G: and the third Robin is Robin again for the third time.

G — 

O: What happened to the fifth Robin? Did he die?

G: Nah, he is away in a shounen tournament island or something

R — 

O: How many Robins have there been?

G: well, if we are counting that time where every kid in Gotham declared themselves Robin? Hundreds.

A — 

G: I was also a Robin that time.  Respect the title.

P — 

G: Yeah, and then the Signal-

O: The Bat-Signal???? What's that doing stopping a mugging?

G: No, no, the vigilante.

O: It's a vigilante??!!?!?

R — 

G: He is a vigilante. Respect people's pronouns, dude.

C G —

O: wait so does this mean Robin's genderfluid?

R — 

G: I mean, that a pretty personal question. I think the third Robin might be, but like, that's their personal life.

C G — 

O: fair enough

[riddle-me-ri]

could I request c and h for assault on arkham riddler? He's one of the under appreciated ones imo

I gotchu anon, and I wholeheartedly agree, he's especially underappreciated for sure. Glad to give him some attention lol

C: Compliments (Mid- and post-sex compliments)

Edward doesn't dish out compliments easily, but he does let some slip out in the heat of the moment. How good you look under him (it's mostly cause of him), how amazing you feel, how lucky you must feel to be with him like this...somehow the compliments seem to favor him sometimes, but you're able to pick out some comments for yourself through them. Afterwards, he'll likely dismiss what he said as being "in the heat of the moment", but you know better.

H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

Eddie won't ever admit it, but he's pretty possessive. He'll have his hands around your waist or holding the small of your back (if he's in the mood he'll even rub his dexterous hands up and down the spine column of your back).

Send Me a Letter and a Character and I'll Give a Smut Headcanon About Them

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[quandaryqueen]

@thegremlininlove requests:

Arkhamverse, War of jokes and riddles, and Gotham riddler's

w crush villain! Reader who's transfixed with their voice (I'm aware that war of jokes doesn't have any voice lines, he looks like the type of person who'd have a attractive voice )

They can ramble about anything. A n y - f u c k i n g - t h i n g and reader would just nod between the lines as they only focus on his voice

When they ask something about their plans reader would snap out of it and say "Huh? Oh, yeah! :)" as if they know what he's fucking saying

Hypnotic taking over

Edward Nygma X Reader

Are you a sucker for voices? I know I am.

💚 Gotham

No omg 'coz Cory Michael Smith (the actor portraying this Eddie) IS GREAT AT SINGING! Alright that's just me simping but anyways!

So there was our precious dork, going off about the real story based of Moby Dick along with its historical contexts. Fawning over his voice, you remember certain words being uttered by him. Somewhere in the middle there was a mention of whale farming and its impact towards the early industrialization of America, draining an island of its resources, causing the near extinction of whales, then cannibalism... Somehow you were able to disregard that as you drown in his sweet, sweet voice. Edward would be worried that he was boring you with his usual casual data dump in the middle of the day when he notice you dazing off.

"Oh uh... S-sorry, I uh tend to ramble... Do you mind?"

Absent-mindedness had you shooting up to answer haphazardly... And poorly. "Oh, yeah!"

Your gut takes a self-inflicted mental punch when his features twists with pain.

"Wait, no-no-no-no! That's not what I meant! I meant it... Um..." With your attempt to save face you can't think of a thing to say, while your hands continues to make certain gestures portraying your trial of coming up with an excuse. When none came to mind you gave up. "Alright, you got me I was actually not paying attention I'm sorry... I was... Distracted. I'm sorry I didn't mean to--"

"No, no it's okay." Can't blame you, he knows he can be boring.

"-I-it's just that I was... Kinda... Findyourvoiceattractive."

He stares at you with wide eyes, his pale face visibly and vividly getting shades of red. Not wanting to prolong the awkward silence, he clears his throat and pushes the glasses up his nose.

"Oh um... Th-thank you."

💚 Arkhamverse

I realised I just made something similar to this request about Arkhamverse Edward!

💚 The War of Jokes and Riddles

Oh darling, he noticed. The first time he was a touch annoyed when you were not paying attention, how rude of you, what has gotten you distracted when he's elaborating about his recent schemes?

Oh... Oh 😏

No, once he knows he isn't relenting. You like the way his voice? How about when it drops to a low volume, you'd hear how his voice vibrates against his throat. Oh he's not stopping there, he'd pull you closer, his lips almost touching your ear with every word. Perhaps this way, you'd have his undivided attention and be forced to listen closely.

"Now, be a good little darling and listen to me... Alright?"

[spacelazarwolf]

feeling completely unhinged about batman, this is going to sound insane. but I think making Tim Drake the bisexual Robin was homophobic.

Our options were the guy has been crossdressing since the Golden Age, the guy who dresses like a leather daddy, the kid who has never had a love interest and is constantly dealing with other people's expectations. They went with option number 4 the guy who is essentially written as a blank slate for readers to project onto with little to no thought for whether or not this created an interesting dynamic with other characters. Though Dick Grayson and Jason Todd were both created very deliberately as foils for Bruce Wayne, with personalities that contrasted against Bruce, Tim Drake was designed as a foil for Jason, in opposition to all of Jason's character traits after Jason proved unpopular due to a combination of classism and the editors and writers just wanting a different direction for his character than the readers did. This design decision for Tim Drake ended up with a character whose personality traits are functionally the same as Bruce, but whose purpose is Blank Slate. As a result his character is and always has been a gigantic pile of contradictions, with him simultaneously being an unpopular nerd and having tons of friends and being both relatable middle class and wealthy enough to denigrate the lower class characters in the minds of the writers. Unlike pretty much every other character in Batman, Tim has no special skills that make him stand out as an expert in a particular field or give him a special place on the team, so writers and fans alike both constantly shove him into the roles of other characters, pushing out their expertise and messing with the dynamics. It's incredibly common to see Tim positioned as the """expert detective""" or """techy expert"""" despite this having very little basis in canon when compared to other writers. Yeah whatever Tim figured out Bruce was Batman but Duke Thomas prepared to go toe to toe with the Riddler when he was TEN and figured out Dick Grayson's identity despite Dick literally having face erasing tech and through that was able to extrapolate on everyone else's identities. Tim's fanon position as as the T E C H Y is one that's been stolen from Harper Row and Barbara Gordon, who was the most powerful unpowered character in the DCU but has had her accomplishments gradually and continually downplayed and erased since 1986. This lack of specialization for Tim and his characterization as the everyman relatable blank slate have held him back as the character continues to fail in being given his own identity, which relates to his continuous deaging, a trait largely only shared by women. In fact the deaging of Tim DRake has gotten so bad that the current timeline implication is that Dick fired Tim from being Robin when Tim was TWELVE in order to give Robin to a TEN year old as opposed to the 17 Tim was when the actual comic was released, as Damian is aging but Tim has not.

The common claim that Tim is """""most popular""" and """""""Best""""" Robin is one that's honestly unbacked, and believed only because Tim stans are so goddamn loud. Before his shit, shit run started 2 weeks ago Tim Drake had not held his own solo title in 12 years, whereas Dick Grayson has continually held one for 26 years and spent decades starring in long running back ups and team books prior to that. The reality that Tim stans don't want to admit is that Tim is bisexual because editorial didn't give a shit about him until he came out and it got people talking. They'll often lift up examples of him being "queercoded" prior to him coming out but it's really very notable that all of Tim's instances of "queercoding" are related to shipbaiting with Superboy. On the other hand Dick crossdressed until the Comics Code slammed the ban hammer on queerness because of his existence, openly stated in 2004 that he was alright with homophobes assuming that he's gay, has had several uniforms with influence from queer fashion, and despite being ostensibly straight has been featured on multiple Pride themed comic covers. Next to him is Jason who habitually covers himself in leather and wears a muzzle and said his girlfriend was a good kisser "for a girl". Instead of examining these adult characters relationships to queer masculinity, including Dick Grayson being a gay icon since the 1940s who has literally influenced gay culture, the queer Robin that we got is the run of the mill middle class white high school boy whose writing immediately shifted to QUEER ROMCOM UTOPIA as soon as he came out. The first issue of his solo run is a notable example with complete fluff, Tim claiming that his relationship with his boyfriend Bernard is more "real" than his relationships with his past girlfriends, and Bernard the schlubby conspiracy theorist previously dressed in hoodies suddenly wearing artfully ripped skinny jeans and a statement blazer. Even outside of this issue, the past year sicne Tim came out has seen his and Bernard's flaws and eccentricities scrubbed away in favor of gay cotton candy, rendering Tim somehow even blander and less interesting than before.

But I haven't even gotten to the worst part yet. I haven't slammed the hammer down. Here's the real bombshell on Tim Drake and why him being the lone bisexual Robin for who knows how long is homophobic.

Tim Drake's one solid long lasting character trait until he came out, the ONE aspect of his personality that genuinely stood out, totally unique to him, his place in the family? Was being a fucking asshole. Not only did he break into Batman's house to demand he get over the death of his son, not only did he refuse to allow Dick to grieve his third dead parent when they believed Bruce was dead, but Tim Drake has been cheating on his partners since he started dating. Despite only being created at the very tale end of the 1980s, Tim Drake has had nine love interests in main continuity. This is a feat accomplished by dating three girls at once. Yet it's Dick Grayson - the Romani man - who gained a fandom reputation for being a womanizer and in fanon a cheater, despite having only around a dozen love interests and existing for nearly three times as long as Tim.

tl;dr the bisexual Robin shouldn't be the one who habitually cheats on his partners, there's queercoding besides shipbaiting, Tim Drake sucks, stan Dick Grayson instead

UR CORRECT

[your-nanas-house]

Can you pls do a Jerome X Reader where Jerome kidnaps a reader that creates weapon and other tech stuff. The reader is kind of known underground in terms of making weapons and villains also commission reader to make weapons for them or something like that 💕💕

Have a great day/ night!!

Hello! Of course 😌💕 Have a nice day/night too!!!

?Weapons builder?

Pairing: Jerome Valeska X Reader

Warnings: weapons, kidnapping, murder

Words: 511

Summary: in the request

Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

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It wasn't the first time this had happened to her but it was the first time someone, specifically a criminal, didn't know who she was.

Y/n had to deal with criminals of all kinds there in Gotham city since she was in the business of building weapons and other tech stuff, she had been doing this for years and was well known in the underground, she had received commissions from the best known villains like The Penguin, the Riddler, the Falcone family and others.

So now that she was tied to a chair, wearing her grey sweatpants and a white tank top, her hair y/h/c tied back, her glasses, that she wore when she worked, on her nose she was looking into the eyes of the criminal known to all as Jerome Valeska, she couldn't help but be surprised at his genuine question "why does Penguin deal with you?" also the way he examined her trying to figure out what she did and why she dealt with criminals.

So with a genuine question there was of course a genuine answer from her "don't you know who I am?" the ginger shook his head reflectively "am I supposed to know?" the girl nodded slightly offended "hell yes, you're a criminal who's been running around Gotham for years and I make weapons for people like you" he looked at her curiously, sitting down in front of her "weapons for people like me, doll?" she had to nod and explain to him what she did for living, finding herself quickly having to make a weapon for him.

He hadn't specified anything and from the few hours she had spent unintentionally with him she had guessed certain things like she always did.

The weapon for Jerome was a gun, with a red and white decoration with some orange, his name carved small in gold where only he…and she knew where it was, a J in italics near the trigger and the part of the weapon that he gripped with his hand, he also had personalized bullets of three types one with a carved J, another with his name carved on it and another one with his symbol that was also on the barrel of the gun.

It took her a while to build and decorate it but she succeeded and sent it to him inside a closed parcel with an orange bow, a note attached to it.

'I hope you like it, I wait for your payment.

P.s. Dinners are valid and I am free this Friday at 8pm.

~Y/n/n'

Jerome's smile widened as soon as he read the note opening the box like a child under the Christmas tree on Christmas, finding himself admiring his new gun for a moment and taking it in his hands carefully while looking at the bullets too; unable to stop himself he immediately pulled the trigger, shooting one of his followers groaning happily at how wonderful the gun was before going to get ready for the dinner he was sure to attend.

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[doetic]

// Request info

Please keep in mind I only write AFAB she/her readers and use things such as y/n, h/c, etc... with an emphasis on dark/yandere fics. If you are on desktop and don't like the use of y/n, use the chrome extension "interactivefics" to replace it. As an indigenous person I will always do my best to keep the appearance and race of the reader insert as vague as possible. If there's anything I can do better in that sense please let me know!

What I will/wont write:

Bold and italicized = things I enjoy writing the most, these things will often get priority when requested.

// Will

Dark/yandere fics

Smut (bsdm or otherwise)

Fluff

Angst

Platonic

Romantic

Poly

Sequels to any fic I've posted

// Wont

Ageplay

Underage age gap

Incest

Graphic drug use

Fandoms/Characters I write for:

Bold and italicized = characters I enjoy writing the most, they will often get priority when requested. The character list is flexible, if there's someone from a fandom here that you want to request, feel free to ask.

// Twilight

Edward Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Jasper Hale

Emmett Cullen

Jacob Black

Leah Clearwater

Rosalie Hale

Alice Cullen

Charlie Swan

// MCU

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Helmut Zemo

John Walker

Lemar Hoskins

// GTA IV

Michael De Santa

Trevor Philips

// Skyrim

Mercer Frey

Ulfric Stormcloak

Farkas

Vilkas

// Resident Evil

Leon Kennedy

// You

Joe Goldberg

// Gossip Girl

Chuck Bass

Blair Waldorf

Serena Van Der Woodsen

Nate Archibald

Dan Humphrey

// Ace Attorney

Phoenix Wright

Miles Edgeworth

// Batman

Joker (Heath Ledger)

Bruce Wayne (Bale, Rpatt, Affleck)

The Riddler (Dano)

// My Hero Academia

Shota Aizawa

Katsuki Bakugo

Enji Todoroki

Hitoshi Shinso

// Scream

Stu Macher

Billy Loomis

// Fairy Tail

Laxus Dreyar

Gray Fullbuster

// Assorted Brühl

Jan

Niki Lauda

Alex Kerner

// RPF

Jschlatt

Penguinz0

Pewdiepie

Daniel Bruhl

Gerard Way

Ted Nivison

[thevindicativevordan]

Suppose Tom King gets a run on Action Comics or the Superman Title. How do you imagine his run would look like? What themes would he focus on? What supporting characters outside of Lois what he use? What rogues would he use? Outside of the big ones, would he create new ones or revitalize the underused ones?

On Word Balloon he was asked if he'd ever want to do another long run on a character after Batman, and he did say he'd like to have a long Superman run. I'm not sure if he was serious simply because the notion that Tom King couldn't just ask for a Superman book and get it is hard to believe. Internet hatedom aside, he's one of the only writers who sells purely off the strength of his name. Put him on a C-Lister and people will check his work out, he's demonstrated that ability repeatedly.

If he is serious it's hard to predict what a long run from him would look like, his Batman run was ultimately a love story between Batman and Catwoman. Maybe he would focus on the Clark/Lois marriage since he does seem on a romance kick at the moment between Human Target and Love Everlasting. Some would want a simple continuation of Up in the Sky! and while that would be enjoyable I'm not in the mood for more "Superman is the greatest" stories right now. I want something that has more teeth to it, Superman stories that use him to explore other topics rather than more inward looking masturbatory pieces on how amazing he is.

People would howl, but I would be interested in King doing another attempt at a deconstruction-reconstruction with Superman this time, after his attempt doing that with Batman was scrapped. Long as he only took one of the books and the other one was more traditional fare, I think King could get away with it. King's use of Wally in Heroes in Crisis was bad, but his calling out of the use of Wally as representing "hope" and how hollow that status was given what DC had (not) done with him? Dead on critique there. Give me something in that vein except it's King deconstructing Superman as a "symbol of hope", as an "inspiration", as a "guiding light", rip Clark to pieces over it... and then build him back up and explore what those buzzwords actually mean. What does hope mean? What does it mean to inspire? What does it mean to be a guiding light? How does Superman succeed at standing for or as those things? What happens when he fails? King could do a great job examining the post-Kingdom Come understanding of Superman as somehow being "greater" than the rest of his peers, pointing out the flaws in that understanding yet demonstrating why it has value nonetheless. That's what I would want out of a Tom King run anyway.

As for the rogues and the supporting cast, he was asked in that same Word Balloon interview if he had to pick a Superman Rogue to do a "One Bad Day" oneshot for like he was doing for Riddler, who would he pick? He answered that he only liked Lex and Darkseid but wouldn't pick either, and thought the rest of Superman's Rogues sucked which was a bummer to hear. Funnily enough he ended up dismissively picking Metallo, the one I would love to see him write! He clearly doesn't see much value in Metallo, but I think if he looked deeper he'd see the depth there. Maybe I'm presuming too much, but I think Tom King could get a lot of use out of a former American soldier who sacrificed body and soul at the behest of his government to fight an alien enemy, only to be discarded once the government reached a truce with said enemy who became more popular with the public than the would-be hero who had turned himself into a killing machine, ostensibly to protect them from that alien. Not to mention Corben being a failed wife guy who wanted Lois to be his redemptive love who made all the sacrifices worth it, only for her to spurn him because he's an asshole and she's not interested. Metallo is a fallen Tom King protagonist turned supervillain and I want to see him write that character.

Otherwise his Lois, Jon, and Kara are great, his Perry is satisfyingly Perry in Up in the Sky!, his Jimmy Olsen would probably be a more black comedy version of the Fraction take, and if his Steel characterization is even close to how good Mr. Terrific was in Strange Adventures inject that shit right into my veins baby! Couldn't tell you what his Conner would be like, although he almost wrote a New 52 Superboy series way back when.

[batmanrogues-scenarios]

Dork squad+ music meister

Reaction to their sinestro corps s/o being on the heroes side cause their mission has something to do w their kid (No they're not gonna attack c/n, it's just something about c/n's planet and s/o wants to learn more about their kid, the heroes, s o m e h o w, knows that they adopted the child so they went to s/o for help)

S/o constantly tells the heroes "I'm doing this for my child. Not you guys 😒."

Another reaction I'd like to add is when s/o comes back and tells him about their findings

(So, alien child is actually a oc of mine where they got,,, dumped by their own home leaving them to fend of themselves in the wilderness,

s/o found them while they were traveling/causing chaos and felt the need to take care of c/n and straight up adopts them, sad backstory, I know, but, I'm a artist that's what I do to my oc's 🧍)

Yeahhh, no wonder the child has attachment issues-

- SS

Riddler

Feels betrayed when S/O is with Heroes

They explain that it was for C/N since Heroes might have information about their planet

Still doesn't like it but since it's for child he lows down for the moment

When S/O says they actually found something he is all ears

Gets concerned when he learns about his kid abounded

"They just... left them?"

Gets angry at C/N stupid race, how dare they do that?!

Pats child on the head next time he sees them, he and S/O will be better

Kid already had connection with S/O so he is sure of that

Scarecrow

S/O would tell Jon about and after discussing they agreed it's the best option

When S/O is out there looking for information Jonathan takes care of C/N

When S/O comes back he can see them being concerned and now he is too

Cannot believe what he is hearing but it's explains child behavior

Would try to ask more how C/N is feeling to make sure they won't run away

If he even meet their species he is going for the gas

Mad Hatter

He is very against working with Heroes, when S/O says it's for their kid he lost ground but still tries to argue

Is worried for S/O

When they tell him what happened to kid he just screams "WHAT?!"

His poor little angel, he would run to his kid and just gives them a hug

Spoils them more

Their species better be on look out

Music Meister

Is actually on board if that means finding more about kid

Would ask if there's something he can do

When S/O tells him backstory he dramatically gasp

How DARE anyone do this to his kid?!

Would also hug and spoil them

Is ready to protect C/N

[finniestoncrane]

NSFW Alphabet: Capullo!Riddler x Reader

Nasty, irredeemable man. I love you so much, my Zero Year bad boy, Capullo!Eddie. request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff, kinks mentioned throughout

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

It's debatable whether this idiot even believes in the female orgasm or whether he thinks it's just a myth, so aftercare isn't something he's too focused on. If it was particularly rough sex, which let's be honest it probably was, there's every chance he'll at the very least spoon you before he rolls over and goes straight to sleep. But it's likely he won't.

B = Body part (favourite part of theirs and their partner's)

If he can pick anything, he'd choose his sideburns. But he would suspect that doesn't count as a body part, so instead would choose his nose. It's got a cute little upturn that's a little bit bulbous almost, and several people have told him it's cute, inflating his ego massively. He doesn't particularly have a favourite body part on a partner, but he gets extra leery if someone with super nice legs walks past him. Conversation stopped, not blinking and eyes following them until they're out of view.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Huge thing for him. He loves covering you in cum. He's not adverse to jerking off into your lotions, shampoos, body wash just to savour in the idea of you rubbing his cum all over you. He's a big fan of cream pies, huge fan of coming on your chest or your back, or the top of your ass cheeks so he can watch it drip down. And don't even get him started on your sucking him off, because he's coming on your face, in your mouth, and demanding you spit it out and let it drool down your chin.

D = Dirty Secret (something they keep hidden)

He's not ashamed of the secret, but telling anyone about it would mean it wasn't his filthy little private hobby anymore. Being sneaky about it turns him on so much. And you probably already can tell it about him, but he enjoys stealing underwear. He hoards them, and he uses them a lot to jerk off, either wrapped round his dick to catch his cum in, or round his hand so he can sniff them while he masturbates.

E = Experience (how experienced are they in bed)

He talks a big game, but you might be one of the very few women stupid enough to let him fuck you, if not the only one so far in his sad, desperate crusade to get his hole. But he'll make up for lack of formal experience with his theoretical experience. He's thought about all the ways he wants to fuck you, and all the disgusting things he wants to do to you, for long enough that he might as well have been rehearsing for his Broadway debut by the time he gets you.

F = Favourite Position

Ed is the world's number one fan of doggy style. He loves staring at your ass as he ruts into you, watching you jiggle as his hips smack against you. His fingers are forever digging into your hips to pull you back harder. Your hair is getting pulled back to your back arches. He's spanking you the whole time, your ass and the back of your thighs completely red when he's finished. And your head is getting pressed down into the mattress while you beg, muffled, for more of him.

G = Goofy (are they serious in the moment?)

He's not goofy, but he's not serious either. The only thing he really does in the moment is rut against you wildly. And the only things he says to you during sex are lewd comments and asking you if you like it when The Riddler does that, and how badly do you want The Riddler to come inside you, that sort of thing. It's kind of goofy outside of sex, but in the moment it's *chef's kiss*.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they?)

He doesn't trim his pubes at all. He LOVES looking hairy, feels extra manly to him. Sure, his hair is always tidy and swept back, and he spends upwards of 15 minutes each morning perfectly combing and trimming his sideburns. But he keeps an unruly bush to make up for his lack of chest hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Meh. That's not what this is about. It's carnal, fulfilling a need. There's no hugging after, very little foreplay before, and he might even stop in the middle if things get too emotional, so you can understand how gross he finds real intimacy. Either it scares him to be vulnerable, or he's afraid he wouldn't be able to treat you like a fuck doll if he admitted to himself that there were deeper feelings involved past animalistic desire.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Compulsive masturbator. His hands are always inside of his pants, I don't even know why he bothers zipping them up. He's always so horny, and he doesn't always have you, his precious cum receptacle, so masturbating is the only thing that keeps him sane during the day.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Humiliation and degradation are huge for him. He wants to be mean to you and have you be grateful for it. It's literally what he lives off of, making sure you know he's smarter and better than you. Definitely into exhibitionism and a bit of free-use. I think he would be super into the idea of dogging and watching lots of hands all over you while you lay there and took it. Katoptronophilia. Buddy has mirrors on the ceiling, full-length mirrors on the walls. He fucks you in front of them quite regularly so you can watch yourself be railed by him, while he admires himself. And shout out to feet and barebacking, which he also loves to a great extent.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere, he'll literally take you anywhere he can. Shout out though to: the backseat of a car, a public restroom, against the window of a high-level office building, bent over any and all surfaces, behind a car on the filthy ground of a multi-storey car park, an elevator, a rug in front of a fireplace. Not that he's put a lot of thought into those or anything.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The moans you can pull from this loser's mouth by scratching or pulling at his sideburns while you're sitting in his lap or riding him should be outlawed for how hot they are. He also likes to be called The Riddler while you're fucking, or while you're flirting with him. And there's nothing hotter for him than if you are completely nude while he's fully clothed. The power play there makes him insane.

N = NO (something they wouldn’t do)

He refuses to participate in edging or orgasm control. No one gets to tell him what to do. And he'd find it difficult being submissive for this reason. He also won't allow sex to have any deeper meaning, so don't expect him to be flowery during or tell you he loves you when he's hard (if at all).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving)

Despite being a selfish man, he does enjoy giving head. He'll stay down there long enough that you'll get a friction burn from his sideburns on your inner thighs. And he'll laugh to himself the whole time, smug at how good he makes you feel. In receiving, Eddie enjoys a sloppy blowjob. He likes to call you his slut and slap your face with his cock. The more disgusting and pornographic it is, the better it makes him feel. He likes to press his head at the back of your throat to hear you choke and gag on him as he holds your head in place until you can't breathe. And he loves cumming in your mouth and watching it drip over your lips.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?

He's never fucked slow in his life and doesn't know the meaning of the word sensual. Ed goes at it like a wild animal, like a starving man, like someone on death row facing his last chance at cumming. He's rough, bordering on concern for your safety sometimes. He can forget you're a human being underneath or on top of him and not just an inanimate object made to be grabbed and pumped and clawed at.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex)

If he can put his dick in you and cum, he doesn't care how long it lasts. In fact, he's a huge fan of quickies, because you can fit more of them into one day. There's a lot to be said for a frantic, rushed and fumbling fuck that sticks with him for the rest of the day, gives him something to think about when he's inevitably rubbing one out later on.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment?)

If it leads to him fucking or cumming, Ed is on board. He's never shied away from something a bit more dangerous or risqué, and he'll always be up for listening to you talk about, and then eventually trying, your sexual fantasies. It's like a bedtime story for him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can't go straight away, but give him ten minutes and he could get back on top for a quickie. Ed likes to know he's been well and truly milked dry by you. Despite his ferocious efforts during sex, he can last a surprisingly long time, which isn't always good because when he's in a very feral mood, the sooner he stops the better. You've been bruised from repetition after a session with him more than once.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them?)

There's no time for him to use toys during sex. But he really likes watching you play with yourself while he jerks off, and when you're doing that it's only better for him to watch you fuck yourself, use a vibrator, some beads. Anything that adds to the show.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Such a tease! He'll make fun of you for literally anything, especially if he can make your face turn bright red. "Aw, did I make you blush?" or something a bit ruder, like "look how wet I made you, you're such a little slut" with his signature smirk punctuating everything he says. He'll never tease you with touches though. If he wants you, he'll have you, and you'll agree.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

It would be horrible to admit it to him, but the noises he makes during sex are some of the best you've heard and might ever hear again. He's gentle when he tells you he wants to fuck you hard and fill you up, surprisingly soft. When he compliments how you're taking him, he's sincere. And the moaning, dripping with sweet and genuine lust for you, building up to his loud grunts and roars when he cums? Literally perfect.

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon)

He's weirdly complimentary, for someone so self-absorbed. He tells you how hot you are all the time. Constantly during sex, always during the day, anytime you walk by his desk, if you bend over in his line of sight, before you go to bed and when you wake up. He's forever grabbing at you, especially in public, trying to show you off like you were an extension of his own greatness.

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

This is kind of a sore spot for him, because he is a little self-conscious about his dick size. It's a little smaller than average in every way, but it's so pretty and it's the perfect size for your mouth. It's 4 inches, a little bit thicker so it's kind stubby looking. But it's super sensitive and my god the noises he makes when your lips are around it? Sensational. It's a light tone on the skin, but the head gets pink and flushed when he's hard. He also has an untameable, and incredibly wild, ginger bush.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

This man is permanently horny and always down to fuck. If you're not going at it, he's cockwarming at least, because even if he is completely out of energy, he still wants to be inside you. He is ready to go at the drop of his stupid lime green fedora. Any where, any time, any position, anything you'll give him really. He'll take it.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Straight away. There's barely even time for you to tell him you didn't cum yet before he's rolled over away from you, snoring. Total pig. But look how cute he looks when he's snoozing! And, hey! At least he's not talking anymore, which is a blessing.

[thxrxddlxr]

Sweet, sweet suffering

-------- B A S I C S --------

LEGAL NAME: Edward Nigma

-------NAME AT BIRTH: Edward E. Nashton Jr.

-------CODENAME: The Riddler

-------ALIAS: E Nigma . Arthur Wynne . Quizmaster . The Prince of Puzzlers . Mockingbird .

SPECIES: Human

-------STATUS: Alive

DATE OF BIRTH: October 22nd

-------PLACE OF BIRTH: Waterbury, Connecticut

-------CITIZENSHIP: American

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Bisexual

-------- P H Y S I C A L --------

FACE CLAIM: Joseph Gordon Levitt

GENDER: Male

EYE COLOR: Blue

HAIR COLOR: Brown

HEIGHT: 6'0"

WEIGHT: 140lbs

BUILD: slender / average / bony / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / baby fat / pudgy / obese / other

AGE: 34 years old

-------- P E R S O N A --------

MORALITY: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / grey / evil

PERSONALITY:

-------NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES: Arrogant . Mischievous . Manipulative . Narcissistic . Short-Tempered .

-------POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES: Intelligent . Honest . Patient . Organized . Self-confident .

PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE: Manipulator . Observant .

MENTAL HEALTH STATE: Sociopath . Narcissist . Egocentric . OCD .

PHYSICAL HEALTH STATE: Underweight

SINS: lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath

VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

-------- O C C U P A T I O N (S) --------

COMPUTER PROGRAMMER

-------Formerly

PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR

-------Formerly

PROFESSIONAL CRIMINAL 

-------Currently

-------- A F F I L I A T I O N (S) --------

SECRET SIX

-------Formerly

LEGION OF DOOM

-------Currently

INJUSTICE LEAGUE 

-------Currently

SECRET SOCIETY OF SUPER VILLAINS

-------Currently

JUSTICE LEAGUE OF ARKHAM

-------Currently

-------- A D D I T I O N A L --------

SPECIALISM:

-------Engineering

-------Master of Deduction

--------Escapologist

-------Swordsmanship

OTHER SKILLS / KNOWLEDGE: Genius-level intellect . Expert analytical abilities . Eidetic memory .

WEAPON OF CHOICE: Automatic Handgun . His mind .

THREAT LEVEL: Moderate

-------- B A C K D R O P --------       

What was referred to as the Lament Configuration, ended up in Edward Nigma's possession by the Collector; Otherwise known as the Penguin, a criminal and investor in acquiring odds and ends. The Lament Configuration was an ornate box, with a sleek design and polished appearance. It was no wonder the object caught Cobblepot's eye, as well as the promise it held within its core: access to the further regions of experience.

The intricate puzzle was far too tedious for the balding man, and his impatience left him uttering profanities within miut4se of getting his hands on the box. In annoyance and a need to know the secrets hiding inside, Oswald made a call to the one man he knew that could solve this--The Riddler. A fellow criminal whose knack for riddles and conundrums laid the foundation to his criminal career then began diverting from those theatrics, he was now recognized for his genius intellect and analytical expertise.

Nigma jumped at the opportunity, not only to showcase his genius but as a test to his own mental prowess. He half listened to the information Penguin supplied, as he was enamored by the complexities and details upon each side of the box, his fingers tracing over them in a delicate, careful manner. A peculiar name, he noted. Don't know what that could mean, not do I care, he thought in regards to the box's contents. That was the extent of it, before deciding to complete the favor for the man.

Returning to his home, Edward cleared his schedule in order to free himself of any obligations for the evening so to focus on the puzzle clutched in his hand. Falling back into the sofa, Nigma propped his feet on one of the arms of the couch while his head rested against a pillow propped against the other. Intelligent blue eyes following each ling, dexterous fingers sliding along the grooves and corners, all while his mind raced with wonder and determination. The man was fueled by an impulse related to self-worth. A smug confidence in himself that he could, and will, solve the box. However, as the clock ticked softly in the background, there was a small bead of curiosity that was slowly enlarging in the back of his mind--slowly drifting forward to rest upon the forefront of his brain, leaking into every thought. A further region of experience, hmm.

Grazing each of the circular centers upon each of the six sides, Edward kept his bottom lip tucked between his top and bottom rows of teeth. The gold, shiny pattern glistening as it gently tumbled through his hands before his thumb stopped upon one of the golden shapes. The side of the puzzle it was on, possessed various symbols of an unfamiliar language or religion--he wasn't certain of its origin. With a bit of pressure, the button clicked faintly and the top of the box moved. Parts of it lifting up and sliding forward, then sinking back into the box.

Edward sat up in response to this, watching the moving pieces as a faint ringing met his ears. With a soft grunt of irritation, his eyes shifted to the clock, his phone face down on the coffee table, to his door. A gentle creaking of the floorboards and walls raised his suspicion, but not by much. Old Gotham, he assumed. The pale blue light that filtered through his window grabbed him. Turning, his eyes scanned the skyline through the slits of his blinds. No fancy new or familiar tech from the Bat was in sight, so he shrugged the observation off. As for the bells, he wasn't sure what as causing the noise, but the chime quickly faded into the background as his attention resumed on the engima in his palms.

Running the flat of his hand over where the pieces rose and fell, a fascinated smirk spread across his face accompanied by a wild glint in his eyes. The box was rotated, put under an analytical eye once again as he carefully thought about his next move.

The dials on the top and bottom of the box seemed to call to him. Shifting from his previous position, he planted his feet on the floor while his elbows rested atop his legs. Leaning forward in concentration, Nigma's thumb gingerly slid across its diameter before moving along its surface in a counterclockwise fashion. A scoff pushed past his lips at the sound of another click. His fingers moving as the seams separated, lifted upwards into a shape resembling that of a star. He studied it in this state--an anxious feeling taking root in his gut; and an unease snaking its way into his chest.

The blue lights from earlier drifted through the room once more. The ringing rising in volume ever so slightly. A chill crept up his spine, but he assumed it was his ego feeding off of this moment. The look on Oswald's face when e hears how quickly it took him to solve this, ha. Edward did his best to ignore his surroundings. He went to turn the lifted piece in the same direction as the dial, but it wouldn't budge. Changing direction, the upper half shifted to a point where it matched the slits in the bottom half. With a held breath, Edward pushed down, sliding those pieces into place.

A light tremor ran through his apartment and the blue lights returned, filtering through the blinds much brighter than tey did before. A resonating tone filled the space. Before he could properly react to his surroundings, blue sparks streaked from the box resulting in him letting it fall to the floor. With furrowed brows, he moved to stand but was suddenly restrained by an arm around his neck.

Edward Nigma had not realized the deal he had made upon opening the Lament Configuration. A nightmare full of impossibilities and terrors awaited him, as he met the face(s) of pain.

[plasticnightmaredoll]

This is an idea/scenario I’ve had for a good while now pertaining to Arkham Knight Riddler. I don’t know if it’s any good -- it may be too “fluffy” to be in character -- but I wanted to write it down and get it out there, see what people think. Ironically, the idea came from a similar one involving Telltale Riddler, and I may post that one someday, too, but this AK Riddler one is...very different. Different in regards to a lot of headcanons, imagines, drabbles, etc. about him.

So, the scenario is like this: Someone wants to fuck with this poor guy -- not Batman, not one of the Bat family, not even one of the Gotham Rogues. It could be some random new villain, someone who is maybe more sadistic than any of the Rogues (save for Joker). I thought about this antagonist kidnapping AK Eddie’s s/o and holding them hostage …

But with a twist.

Catwoman has nothing to do with this because she’s not evil, but I thought about the explosive collar Riddler put on her in Arkham Knight, and what if this antagonist -- to really mess with Eddie -- decides to put such a collar on his s/o? And Riddler has to show up and complete some tasks (dangerous puzzles and riddle-based traps most likely), or else, his s/o loses their head.

Of course, Eddie shows up because he’s panicking. This was never supposed to happen! Nothing was supposed to happen to his s/o. This is beyond anything Batman had ever done. This is so sinister, so vile, so abhorrent, Eddie can’t even begin to comprehend it. At first, he bargains, offering money, tech, robots, his hacking skills -- even offers himself up to wear the collar instead because he can’t take the sight of his beloved wearing something that could blow their head right off, right in front of him, and leave him emotionally and mentally broken for life.

But the antagonist doesn’t want to bargain, even when Eddie begs -- like, really begs to the point of tears, asking for mercy and pleading with the antagonist to let his s/o go free. They have nothing to do with any of Eddie’s work. They’re innocent, and they’re too important to him! He can’t let this happen!

The begging amuses the antagonist but once again, it’s not enough. Eddie has to do the challenges, and if he completes them all correctly, the collar comes off. If he messes up, then his s/o dies. Eddie reassures his s/o that everything will be just fine, he’s got this under control, they’ll be out of trouble in no time so don’t be afraid.

It’s difficult to not be afraid when you have a bomb around your neck and a sadistic psychopath with the trigger. As bad as Eddie can be, he’s not THIS malevolent. He has some humanity left in him. But this person, they’re just out there to make him suffer because it’s “entertaining” to watch him squirm. 

As you know, by this point in his life, Eddie is very mentally unstable and could have a mental breakdown if pushed even just a little too far. His s/o is the only thing keeping him grounded, the only reason he has to keep his sanity (or what’s left of it), and this is the only person who has ever cared for him despite the fact he knows he’s not worth it. If he loses his beloved, then what would he have left? There would be no recovery from such a thing.

So, Eddie completes the challenges, although he is internally freaking out the entire time, partly because he doubts himself and partly because he has no idea if the antagonist will just press the trigger and kill Eddie’s s/o without warning. By the time Eddie is done, he’s a nervous wreck and on the verge of a breakdown, but he hopes that, by enduring all this, by letting this person watch him squirm, sweat, beg, cry, and panic, that maybe it’s enough to end this madness without his s/o dying.

But the antagonist doesn’t care that Eddie completed all the tasks. In the end, it’s about making Eddie suffer horribly because watching a nearly broken man finally break -- shatter -- is the point of all this. So, the collar has a 30 second timer set, and as it counts down, Eddie obviously freaks out, hyperventilating as he tries to plead once again for his s/o’s life, offering himself up again in their place, and yet, it’s not enough (kind of reminding him how he was never enough for his father, even if he agonized over pleasing him). The antagonist just laughs at Eddie’s mental breakdown and tells him he better use the remaining time to say goodbye. And no funny business. If Eddie or his s/o attempt to remove or disarm the collar, then it will detonate. 

Eddie’s s/o, despite being terrified does their best to put on a brave face and they tell him it’s ok, it’s not his fault, just don’t look, look away, it will all be over soon, he has to keep going for them...Eddie doesn’t know what to do, and seeing as he now has 10 seconds left, he does the only thing he feels he can and should do, and he grabs his s/o despite their protests and holds them tight, crying and saying over and over how sorry he is, he’s so sorry. 

And the timer reaches zero on the collar.

There’s a soft click.

Then nothing.

No explosion. 

The antagonist bursts out laughing, confessing that the “bomb” is a dud, was never going to explode, and since both Eddie and his s/o were too distressed to think all this through, they never even considered this as a possibility. The collar has been unlocked and Eddie’s s/o just kind of sinks to their knees in complete shock, and he can’t believe what he’s seeing. At first, he’s confused, wondering if this is all some sort of twisted dream, then he’s relieved because his s/o is safe, then he’s angry because what the hell was this?! He vows to get revenge on the antagonist and throws the collar away as he all but screams in rage.

Now alone, Eddie remembers his s/o is still on the floor, pale as a sheet and unresponsive. Kneeling down, he asks if they’re ok, tells them they’re ok, that this was all some sort of sick joke. When his s/o snaps out of their daze, they get mad and push him away, yelling at him for being so foolish

“You were just going to let yourself die with me?!” they demand.

“Yes!” Eddie responds, too overwhelmed to even know how to respond to this. 

“Why? Why would you do that?”

“Because!”

“WHY?”

“Because I can’t go back to my old life! Not having known you! You think that I would just sink back into my old routine without a hitch? You think I would forget you? You think I’d just move on and live life normally? How could I do that? How? If I lost you, I’d have nothing, do you understand? Nothing. My life would be empty, more so than it’s ever been, and nothing could fill that void, not the way you do. No one has ever loved me, not even those who were supposed to! But you, you love me! I didn’t ask for it, and I don’t even deserve it, but you love me anyway. You make me feel valid, you make me feel like...like I exist, like I actually matter.”

His s/o is crying, and he’s crying, and they’re both going to be emotionally traumatized for a while. Sure, Eddie will get revenge but he’s also going to be having night terrors -- nightmares would be much better than what he experiences at night -- about his s/o dying in gruesome ways while is helpless to do anything. Sometimes, he won’t even be able to sleep because he doesn’t want those ghastly images in his head, and he’ll stay up holding his s/o as they (try) to sleep (they have nightmares of their own after this experience). 

He has to come to terms with his first real encounter with the threat of loss, a real loss. He never cared about anyone before because no one ever cared for him. He was used to being ignored, bullied and belittled, and he always had trouble trusting others because of how he was raised. He never had friends, never thought he would need friends because, well, he never had any. Forming emotional attachments was beyond him, as he never had such a relationship with his parents, and that is the first time children are supposed to experience attachment. If your parents don’t love you, you grow up feeling unloved, alone, and don’t understand what it’s like to be close to people, so you just push everyone away and look out for yourself. It makes you selfish just as much as it makes you feel lonely.

But now, Eddie has his s/o, someone who just kind of barged into his life and stole his heart despite his best efforts to not feel anything sentimental because being vulnerable meant he could get hurt, and he didn’t like the idea of forming an attachment only to have it ripped away from him due to the other person’s betrayal. In his eyes, love equals abuse, since that’s the only kind of “love” this Eddie seems to have ever experienced. 

It’s going to take a lot of time -- and patience -- for Eddie to deal with this, and he’s going to be watching his s/o like a hawk. They won’t be allowed to go anywhere alone, and definitely not at night. He’ll be very clingy, protective, maybe a little possessive but mostly protective. When he does eventually find a way to calm down, it will actually make him a stronger person emotionally, I think, because he will understand himself better, and he’ll understand the relationship he has with his s/o better. This experience has taught him -- in the most insane and unwelcomed way -- why his s/o is so vital to him, and while attachment like that is almost frightening because of the risk of loss, he doesn’t want to go back to his old life and be alone, being seen as some sort of joke by everyone in Gotham. He doesn’t want to go back to being isolated, left with only his thoughts to comfort him despite his dwindling sanity and self-esteem. He needs to have a reason to press on, and trying to be better than everyone just won’t do it anymore. He needs to be loved, loves to be loved, but is also thrilled to be able to give it in return, whatever the risks may be.

And you know the antagonist is going to be utterly destroyed by Riddlerbots. Or something. Something awful will happen to that person. We know that much.

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Ugh, so let me know what you guys think! This is way out there in left field in terms of portrayal of Arkham Knight Eddie (or just Arkhamverse Eddie in general) but this idea has been stuck in my mind for so long now. Feedback is definitely encouraged and appreciated here because this is such an epic and crazy h/c. Constructive criticism is welcome. Just don’t be mean, please.

[riddle-me-ri]

Okay I got a request (which you don’t have to write) but um…could you maybe possibly write a little fic for the Holiday season?

I saw your reblog of BTAS Eddie in his Santa suit and now I kinda want a smut fic with him in his Santa suit.

Do with this information what you will. 😘😂💚

A/N: asdfghj ok anon same brain same brain. Cause every time I see more panels of him in the Santa suit my mind goes brrrr lmao. Thank you, anon for indulging me without even realizing it 💚 plus I'm always down bad to write about my husband. I hope you enjoy, this is my first time back into smut after my wee break and so sorry for the abrupt ending I wasn't sure how to end it rip…

Trigger Warning:  Explicit Sexual Content (cock-warming, piv intercourse (reader is gn but has breasts and a vagina), roleplaying?, human furniture? Kinda sorta…I dunno I’m trying some new ideas here rip help), dirty talk, and denial

Word Count: 1.2 k

BTAS Riddler x Reader - Nicely Naughty

You were in your bathroom brushing your teeth. Ready to call it a night in your green chemise nightie, when you heard the front door open to your apartment. 

You walked down the hallway to the door. "Eddie?" You called out. 

"Hmm…not quite, darling." A deep voice answered back. 

You quirked your eyebrow as you rounded the corner. Despite speaking lower, you could still tell it was your Ed. 

"Eddie what are you…oohh." A sly smile grew across your face as you took in the sight before you.

"Good evening, my dear…I see you're still awake." Edward greets in a low hearty voice, tipping an iconic Santa hat at you. 

You walk over to him, taking in his rich red suit and leather belt. When you got up to Ed, you tucked your fingers into the belt and pulled him closer to you. 

"Where'd you find this?" You asked in a sweet whisper.

Something about the way you looked at him and spoke…made Eddie drop the voice. "Wasn't particularly hard to find, and I remember you saying something about me being dastardly handsome in red.."

"And I was right." You leaned back to take another once over.

"So…Mr…?"

"You may still refer to me as Riddler…" Ed smirked. "While ol' Kris Kringle rewards the good little boys and girls…I, The Riddler, test them to see if they truly deserve to be on the nice list."

You gasped. "You don't think I've been nice, Mr. Riddler?" 

Edward tsked. "Afraid not darling, in fact…" He leans beside your face. His lips centimeters from your ear. "...you've been the naughtiest of them all…" 

You giggled as the sensation of his breath on your ear tickled. "It's not my fault, Mr. Riddler…my husband's insatiable!" 

"Now, now, shifting blame won't do you any good…even if it's partially true." 

You cross your arms in feign defiance. "What can I do to get on your nice list..Mr. Riddler?" You asked, feigning innocence. 

Edward put his hand to his chin, tapping it, as if actually thinking of a solution he didn't already have. 

"I have one idea, my dear…" 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This was absolute torture. 

Some kind of sweet surprise this turned out to be. 

You were straddling Edward's lap, backwards and naked. His cock comfortably nestled inside of you as you try your best not to squirm for friction or squeeze your walls for pressure. 

Meanwhile, Riddler was painstakingly writing his so-called "naughty or nice" list on your back. 

Ed pinched your back or started from the top of your back with his list every time you shifted. 

You were slowly but surely losing what was left of your nerves. Hours have crept on by, what was probably more like thirty minutes. 

B-A-T-M-A-N and then a line across it. 

R-O-B-I-N and then another line through it. 

You swear, you could actually feel the lines of his fingers on your skin with how repetitive and consistent his touch was along your back. 

He continued to write a couple more names, now more towards familiar colleagues…

S-C-A-R-E-C-R-O-W and a little checkmark. 

You bit your lip, trying to refrain from whining or mewling…or else that will cause him to start all over again. 

M-A-D. A pause. H-A-T-T-E-R. A checkmark. 

"You're doing so good for me, darling…you'll make The Nice List just in time for Christmas." 

H-A-R-L-E-Y. A pause. Q-U-I-N-N. A checkmark. 

You cared less about some damn list and more about getting off. 

Edward placed his head along your shoulder, nestled against the side of yours. He began planting small sweet kisses along your shoulder and up your neck. 

You couldn't take it anymore. The knot in the bottom of your gut was churning. Waiting for something to happen. 

"E-eddie…" You breathlessly muttered. 

Ed groaned. "Yes, darling?"

"P-Please…baby…I-I can't ah-" 

Edward took his index finger and poked his nail into your skin. He dragged his fingernail lightly across your back. 

Familiar letters he wrote into your skin…in your lust filled haze you were able to make out the letters of your name. Along with miniscule little drawings of hearts beside it. 

He whispered in a husky tone. "You've done well, I'm impressed, dearest." 

Edward pinned your wrists, that were keeping you steady on the bed, to your back. He held your wrists down against your back with your arms crossed. 

He kissed your cheek. "Time for your present…" 

Before you could think of a response, he started thrusting deep inside you, deeper than you thought he could get. 

You were a moaning and panting mess. Trying to keep up with his almost maniac pace. You felt weak against him, with no way to support yourself having your arms restricted. You were completely and utterly at his mercy. 

You tried to grind yourself down onto him and meet him whenever he thrusted fully inside of you, trying to get some kind of instance of control or more friction between you two. 

The build-up, the teasing; the torturous feeling of being filled but not fulfilled…it was all too much. 

"E-E-Eddie…Eddie…ffff please, please don't stop.." 

He didn't stop but he did slow down, in order for his brain to compute a response. 

"I-I…hah…c-could never…" Ed panted. As he let your arms go, they fell to the side as you began to regain feeling in them again. "F-feel so good…dear." 

Edward steadily grew his pace back up again. You were practically bouncing on top of him at this point. One of your hands went up to the back of his head, to pull him closer to you. His teeth latched onto the apex of your neck and shoulder as he kept bucking into you like an animal. 

Your other hand traveled down to your flared and sensitive bundle of nerves just below your Mound. You began frantically but carelessly swiping your fingers across your clit. Searching for that precipice of pleasure that's been bubbling since you first sat on his cock. 

You were so busy chasing your climax. You barely felt a pair of slender fingers brushing your hand to the side and replacing your sloppy motions with more concise and controlled rotations around your clit. 

Nothing could stop the small whimpers, cries, and moans that poured out of you. 

A complete cacophony of your desires from filling up the room. You were somehow able to also make out Edward's erotic grunts and huffs as he keeps his relentless pace, making your walls squeeze him that much tighter each time. 

"E-Ed-Eddie…" Your pants became silent cries as you finally reached your climax. 

Your walls choked Edward's cock as your tightened walls finally caused him to cum as well. Milking his load for all it's worth. 

Ed's hands came up to your legs and up to your arms and back down again, in order to calm the physically pleasurable quakes all along every limb of your body and atom of nerves. 

You leaned your body back into his, exhausted but finally satisfied with the relief you were desperate for mere hours ago. 

Edward chuckled softly at your exhausted state. He pecked your temple as he leaned you both back into the mattress of your bed. 

"I must really look good in red, hm?" 

You snickered softly. "Eddie, you look good in anything…but I'll always prefer you in nothing." You smirked as you leaned deeper into his chest before slowly dozing off.

[sunaddicted]

Hi!

So, I'm not sure about how this works (first time sending a prompt), but I'm going to try.

Hurt/comfort nygmobblepot with trans!Oswald, preferably if Ed is —mostly— the one taking care of Ozzie.

Bonus points if there are some tattoos involved (I'm kind of obsessed with The Administrator AUs right now, gotta be honest)

And if you want to make Ozzy ace, that's totally fine, I honestly find kind of weird to see him as allo (he just give those ace vibes, I guess?).

Thank you!

Thank you for sending in the prompt! I did give Oswald a tattoo but I haven’t watched John Wick so, I didn’t manage to work in an Administrator AU - sorry about that. The begining is a little heavy on the hurt but I promise there is tons of comfort too! I hope you like it <3

TW: blood, canon typical violence

I had a sensitivity reader for this fic since I’m not trans myself but please do reach out if you think something I have written is disrespectful: I’m here to learn.

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The chaos after a shooting was something most Gothamites were at least familiar with - in Edward's case, he himself had been involved in more than enough that by then, he knew better than losing his cool even when there was blood splattering the ground.

Panic was useless and it didn't even feel one good like crying did.  

"Get the fuck out of the way!"

"But sir, the surgeon-"

"-I'll take it from here" Edward stated firmly, helping Oswald limp past the door of his study "Off you go" he encouraged, waving his hand in the goons' faces before kicking the door shut behind their backs.

"Oi! That's real Amaranth wood, Ed! It costs a fortune"

Edward rolled his eyes, depositing as gently as possible the other man on the couch "Keep pressure on the wound"

"The medkit is under the desk"

"I know" as if he hadn't had checked it out just the other day, swapping out meds that were close to their expiry date for new ones; replenishing the amount of bandages; inspecting the seals on sterile gauzes and single-packaged needles; smelling the various disinfectants and tinctures to check the alcohol hadn't completely evaporated. Edward was pretty sure that he knew the contents of the other's medkit better than his partner did - which admittedly was a mildly terrifying thought. Sure, whenever he wasn't around Oswald had the power and the money to get the best of doctors brought at his doorstep with a snap of his fingers but what if, for some reason, the other man was left without assistance?

Knowing Oswald, he would sooner grab a bottle of whiskey from his liquor cabinet to douse the wound with (and anesthetize himself) rather than reach for a proper disinfectant. He didn't even want to think about what he would use to stitch himself up if needed - probably sellotape or a stapler.

Edward wasn't squeamish by nature but the image of Oswald taking a stapler to his flesh was… nauseating.

"Oh fuck, Ed. It's ruined!"

He knelt by his partner, a handful of sterile gauze already in hand to stem the worst of the blood. He glanced down at Oswald's calf, studying the flash wound that ran across the lilies the other man had decided to get tattooed there "It's enriched" Edward stated diplomatically; even being very neat at stitching, there wasn't a way for him to make the tattoo look as if there had never been a wound there: the bullet had grazed Oswald and stripped the flesh it had come in contact with, forever erasing the ink "Don't worry. Now, let's take your binder off"

"What?"

"I'm going to have to give you stitches, Os. Breathing already is going to be hard enough with the binder after running for your life, let alone if you keep it on"

Oswald hated it.

He hated it when Edward was right about such things.

Still, he let the other man help him out of his suit jacket - miraculously intact, maybe he wouldn't throw it away and he would just ask his tailor to remake the trousers - and started on the buttons of his shirt while Edward efficiently unclipped the suspenders. With every layer he lost, his uneasiness grew - even around the man who regularly saw him naked: getting undressed out of his own volition was one thing, it gave him control on just how much skin he wanted to bare, whereas doing it for necessity… it irked him.

"Ready?"

It wasn't a good time to be irked - Oswald gave a jerky nod "Yes"

Edward tried to make the ordeal as quick as possible without literally tearing the binder off of the other man. There were ways to take it off safely, especially after Oswald had worn it for so long and had even exerted himself in it: he folded it with expert fingers before he tugged it over Oswald's shoulders, immediately reaching for the other's shirt so that the other man could cover himself "I'll inject a local anesthetic but I won't start stitching until you're breathing steady" Edward knelt back down by the other's side, rummaging through the kit for everything he needed - mostly to give Oswald a semblance of privacy while he covered himself up, donning on part of his armour.

He mopped up the blood, satisfied to witness that the flow had slowed down.

"That fucking stings!"

"It's disinfectant, of course it stings. Doing the injection now"

(Continues on ao3)