#riddler headcanon

[finniestoncrane]

Ik this is sorta late depending on time zones and this ask being cheesy as hell but what would the Riddlers do for Valentine's Day with reader? Something cheesy asf? Or not celebrating it at all? I wanna know I'm curious as hell now

Valentine's Date

Riddler Headcanons gosh i rushed so fast to get this done today!! luckily, it was a blessing as work was SLOW! so here are the boys and how they would celebrate valentine's day in my mind because i am down bad for them all and live in a fantasy world where they would all try and do something nice for you 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: suggestive stuff but it's mostly fluff!!

young justice

i can almost guarantee that if you're spending valentine's day with him, it'll be the first one he's had with a partner

so he is pushing the boat out. or... as best as he can... what with the nerves

he wouldn't do something too extravagant, not too fancy or big. that would only increase the number of people he might embarrass himself in front of

he's far more keen on taking you to a quiet, unexpected but comfortable restaurant with quiet music and only a few tables, so he can talk to you and hear you properly

he'd buy you a single rose, hire the violinist to play a song by your table, your favourite tune

no dancing, he's got two left feet, but he will reach across the table and hold your hand, stroking it with his thumb and looking into your eyes

and when he takes you home, he'll walk you to your door and offer you a shy, reserved kiss

whether or not you pull him through the door by his tie and ravage the poor beast is up to you

unburied

he wouldn't actually ask you out for valentine's day

he'd give you a rant about capitalism and how it's a made up holiday and that you should keep your calendar clear anyway just in case he decides to do an ironic date

you'd think his goal was to embarrass you, in fact, because he's showing up to your house with a little remote control and blasting your favourite song out of every speaker system you own

"hey, sh... don't ask how i know your favourite song or how i got control of your devices. just... stop thinking about it. hey. hey! you're thinking about it... don't think about it, sh you're too pretty to think about it. let me think about it, i'm smarter and prettier"

dinner isn't anything too special either. takeout pizza on a rooftop in gotham somewhere. it could be romantic though, and it would be to someone desperately in love with him like you

listening to him talk about light pollution, asking if you want to hear some riddles about constellations, pointing out the various places he's hid from his enemies

it's not traditional by any means, but it is oddly romantic. dinner, music, time alone under the dulled stars. maybe that was his plan all along

gotham

oh we are going WHOLE HOG here for valentine's day!! you know he's an old romantic, a sweet and gentle soul

so don't think for a moment that you'll be seeing any other people that day, your attention will be solely focused on each other

he's sent, uh... someone has sent in some miscellaneous threat to your workplace, so luckily for you(!) you're not required to go in! SO SURPRISE!! he's here to make you breakfast

and then a brief walk down some of the quieter streets, where he might be brave enough to ask if he can hold your hand

once you're at his apartment, you're in for some respectable but tension filled cuddles on his sofa while you watch some classic romance movies

and then he's making a beautiful three course meal for you both! pressed tablecloth on his little dining table, roses in a conical flask, candles in test tubes (is he stealing these from work?)

he'll feed you little bits of food, wiping your face with a napkin, staring into your eyes dreamily

and then the night will end with a perfect and very polite kiss that you'll wish wouldn't end

telltale

he knows how to do romance, he's been around long enough. it's more a question of whether he can be bothered to celebrate

but he'll pull himself together and act the perfect gentleman for you, regardless of how tired he is after a day of committing violent/cyber crime and being oddly agile for a man in receipt of a state pension

(a fact which will come in handy at the end of the evening...)

he'll start off the evening with the traditional gifts. a box of expensive chocolates or candy, perfectly suited to your dietary requirements of course. and a bouquet of flowers. not roses, but your favourites. he knows they'll make you happier

he's not one for being out in public, what with the whole "is he dead" thing, so you'll be dining in BUT to make it special, he has hired a discreet personal chef to provide the food for the evening

slow, quiet jazz playing in the background, just you, him, and the waiters he has hired and has threatened under extreme violence to keep their mouths shut about this particular shift

could it get any more romantic??

arkham

bless his heart but this eddie is forgetting that it's valentine's day until you're handing him a card, grasping it between his dirty fingers, smudging the soft pink colour with grimy fingerprints

then, you'll endure a fifteen minute long lecture about why you should have at least had the sense to warn him in advance, or to remind him, since you know how he can be

and when he's done, he'll be pushing you out of the room, getting rid of you so he can "finish his important work" and only then can you consider "doing something for this silly holiday"

really, he's just looking for an excuse to get you away so he can work on your very last minute present without you seeing

which of course, he'll present to you as though he had been pretending to forget all along

"i made you this, it's a symbol of our relationship"

it's the remnants of a neon question mark bent into place to resemble a heart. and there's hot glue still drying on it. and a screw stuck to it

but it's the thought that counts, and the thought is there! after all he loves you enough to have lied and put aside his important welding or whatever to haphazardly craft the lie

dano

for him, valentine's day is about showing your love for someone. because you can love them every day, but this is an excuse to make a display out of it

so expect a myriad of gifts, food, perfumes, vouchers, jewellery, stuffed animals, flowers, a handmade valentine's card

enough that it makes you guilty (and enough that you wonder if he really has just been saving all his salary instead of spending it on... furniture or therapy)

then, the personalised activities! most of which involve you doing his quiz all about you and your relationship with him, solving several riddles that lead you to a hidden compartment in the wall of his bedroom (weird.) where he's stuffed his poems to you (sweet!) which he will then recite to you, stuttering over the words and blushing the whole time

but it's not enough for him, he wants to shout it from the rooftops, show the world how much he loves you and appreciates you

he's had all this love bottled up for so long with no one deserving to give it to! let's just hope it comes out in a healthy way...

btaa

he's swooping in to your apartment very late at night

"it's only 11pm, it's still valentine's day mi amorrrrr"

look, he's very sorry that he wasn't able to spend the day with you, and that he's incredibly late to the dinner you had planned

but he's a busy little criminal, he has so many things to do AND he had to do it all by himself because he gave miss tuesday the day off so she could go on a date of her own and-

oh see! you've changed your mind now, no longer grumpy, because he was actually doing something kind for someone else

he really is a generous soul, emphasised by the fact that the reason he was late was because he was pulling off a perfect heist in a jewellery store uptown

so... did you save any leftovers for him? or is he going to have to return this beautiful ring/watch/necklace he bought you?

twojar

he's a curveball, like seriously give you whiplash kind of valentine's date

you think it's going to be a very standard evening, after all there you both are in black tie best, sipping expensive champagne, him talking about himself while you try hard not to stare at his tits

but when the meal is finished, he goes to pay in secret and then rushes you out into a car with tinted windows, and it's lucky he can get you so hot and flushed and eager that quickly, since it's not long before you arrive at the next spot

a strip club

which is? i mean not a traditional valentine's day date location, but it could be very hot

and he's booked one of the private rooms for you both, so at least you won't have to hide your blushing cheeks from the rest of the guests

but it becomes very obvious that there isn't a dancer coming to entertain you, and you worry that he expects you to get up there and put on a show, which would be a disaster because you haven't planned anything and-

"happy valentine's day"

ah. of course. why would the world's most self-absorbed man think you would want anything else for valentine's day than a private strip tease from him

and he's annoyingly very right in that assumption

btas

he absolutely does the most! and the most is often cheesy and dorky and therefor a million times more precious

the kind of guy who would buy you a rose for every day he's known you, regardless of how many days he has known you

the kind of guy who gets those little personalised lego figures made of you and him, or gets a plushie of him to give to you so he'll always be near you (and you know he's putting the personalised message in if he gets it from build a bear)

he knows your favourite starter, main and dessert are all from different restaurants, so he's made the reservations at all three with plenty of time for romantic rides in the back of cabs between each stop

it's important he has plenty of time to cover your neck with kisses, and for you to tell him how adorable he is

and then, because he is the cheesiest but in the best way, it's more than likely he'd use valentine's day as an excuse to propose to you, so he's down on one knee under the cloudy gotham night sky to ask you to marry him (and you're obviously not going to say no)

zero year

he doesn't do valentine's day, what a waste of time! he's nice enough to you the rest of the year, why should there be one day where he has to do something extra fo-

oh? oh! oh ok, if it means you have to do something for him too, then he's down for it

yes... that sounds like a wonderful excuse to get up to some mischief... (it's concerning how evil his little face looks when he's supposedly considering activities for the most romantic of holidays...)

although, why bother going out somewhere on a date, it's such a waste of time and effort

he has to keep his energy for more important things, and speaking of... he can think of very few ways to spend an evening that are better than taking you into the bedroom and sharing an exchange of giving for a few solid hours

no need to wear something nice, it's only going to get stripped off

no need to get him a gift, you'll be giving him plenty

and no need to eat something, he'll make sure you don't leave hungry, trust him

[multifanatics]

Waiting Out a Storm

A/N: I put nearly everyone in this so I could get a taste of their characters. I nearly fell asleep writing this so hopefully its not horrible.

Warnings: Sexual content, General fluffiness, Anxiety due to storms, There could be more that I didn't think of.

Edward Nygma // Riddler

It’s raining and he’s unable to hear himself think against the loud noise of the wind.

He’s annoyed nonetheless, he can’t get work done in these conditions. 

Makes himself hot chocolate and steals all the blankets in the house. 

If you're nice to him he’ll maybe share one blanket but don’t count on it. 

If the power goes out and there’s nothing to do. 

He’s offering you to warm him up. 

He gets cold and hates being cold. 

He’s miserable and makes it your problem more than it is his.

If you seem nervous or scared because of the storm he may be more accommodating to letting you have blankets. MAYBE. 

One way or another definitely leads to sex.

Victor Fries // Freeze

It’s snowing in Gotham? It’s Christmas for Victor. 

The wind and heavy snow he’ll be outside the entire time.

That is of course if you aren’t at all nervous due to the blizzard. 

If you are that’s alright, He’ll stay inside for you. 

Making sure you are warm enough. 

You both are going to sit on the couch and watch your favorite movie. 

Power goes out? May not be what you want but he’s willing to play chess or any other type of board game with you. 

If you ask him, he may be willing to try and keep you warmer. Even if his body temperature is lower then the current storm. 

Keeps you wrapped up in blankets no matter what. 

His body temperature can handle the negatives but yours can’t or at least shouldn’t. 

Harvey Dent // Two Face

Harvey hates storms, while Harv doesn’t mind them. 

Harvey will cuddle you under piles of blankets clinging to you for warmth. 

While Harv will more than likely be found outside if the coin allows him to be. 

Otherwise Harv is indoors and clung to you in a much different way than Harvey. 

Harv typically has his hands on your hips, chin on your shoulder everywhere you go. 

While Harvey is much more a pile of blankets and cuddles.

Human furnace and knows it. 

Harv would be much more open to fucking for warmth, even offers. 

Harvey strikes me as the kind of man who would build a pillow fort during a storm if you’re both anxious or the power is out. 

While Harv would be fine just falling asleep.  

Jonathan Crane // Scarecrow 

One of the first things you told him was your fear of storms. 

And now he gets to watch how you react.

He does not leave your side during the storm for personal reasons that can range from your warmth to your fear.

Horror movies, blankets, and hot chocolate. 

If the power goes out? Horror stories with a flashlight like they do at camps in October. 

Cuddle him and tell him about your fear he was a psychiatrist after all maybe he can help… or make it much worse by accident, possibly. 

I’m in the middle of him waiting for you to offer sex or he doesn’t enjoy it during a storm. 

I see him as a “No power, no problem.” kind of guy and somehow getting everything he needed done. 

He gets cold and sort of carries around a blanket like a cape. Over his shoulders and occasionally encasing him if he stands still. 

Paranoia is his specialty, don't try to hide it from him, he’ll find out anyway. 

Jervis Tetch // Mad Hatter

Tea party in the dark even if the power is working.

Definitely at least a little bit anxious himself. 

Is against any kind of “more heat” ideas you can think of. 

He has a routine, hiding in blankets and drinking tea in the dark and silence.

Though since you’re there maybe it doesn’t have to be silent. 

Sharing blankets is a must with him, maybe not all cuddly but definitely share your blankets. 

Can be clinging if he’s extra anxious. 

He keeps the power off even if it’s working. He can’t hypnotize the lights to stay on so he rather not have the surprise. 

Super sweet if you are anxious as well. 

Recites his favorite poetry, books, or lines from a movie.  

Joker 

His current hideout has a backup generator so don’t worry about the lights going out

What? If there’s no lights how is he supposed to know if people actually enjoy his jokes? 

He’s nowhere to be seen except you know he’s in the same place as you. 

He takes this time to get more work done. 

If you need him for warmth you can sit on his lap while he works. 

If he doesn’t have anything to get done? He’ll drive you mad with a bunch of different jokes. 

He doesn’t cuddle and he won’t screw around during a storm. 

Gives you blankets then sits next to you.

He doesn’t get cold, maybe a little bit but it’s not something he can’t handle.

If you’re anxious he can always offer a kiss and some jokes. 

Oswald Cobblepot // Penguin

It’s storming? Since when? 

He has to look outside to know it’s storming. 

He’s not at all phased by any type of storm unless he’s caught wind of someone plotting against him. 

You need to voice to him you’re nervous and want him to stay around otherwise he’ll be off working. 

If you voice to him you are anxious he’ll offer to watch a movie or something. 

He’s burying you in the warmest blankets if you say you’re cold and you have goosebumps. 

He’s actually very understanding and not very bothered by you at all. 

It was about time he took a break anyway. 

He has backup generators for backup generators he has power in all ways that matter. 

If you want to screw around he’ll cockwarm but he’s only going to mess around if the mood takes him.  

Harleen Quinzel // Harley Quinn 

She complains. 

She hates the cold but surprisingly doesn't mind storms. 

Harley will cuddle or at least fall asleep on your chest or shoulder.

Will steal your blankets. 

Clingy in a non clingy way. She’ll go up to you and stare at you until you get a clue, if you don’t then she minds her own business. 

Definitely down for messing around, much more teasing. 

She will do whatever the hell you want too.

She’ll talk about the days before she became Harley Quinn, and how much colder the cells are at Arkham. 

If you manage to snuggle up to her she’ll share her blankets. 

She clears all anxiety with her degree. 

Pamley Isley // Poison Ivy

Claims its nature letting go.

LOVES storms and doesn’t mind the cold. 

Checks on her plants during the storm. 

Disregards you unless you pay attention to her.

Say you're cold and she will make the best herbal tea. 

She’s calming your anxiety with talk of which plants grow better in the cold and why they need the cold. 

She understands nature and wants nothing more than to ensure everything she likes is alright. 

She shares her blankets with you. 

Would watch whatever. 

You fall asleep and she’ll leave you a few blankets and go outside to enjoy the storm.

[marvelmaniac2000]

Hi! I adore how you wrote Riddler and the reader in the Fluff + Smut fic! I was wondering could I request a fic or some headcanons about Edward and Fem! Reader’s first time together, maybe with a little bit of soft dom Eddie please!

thank you so much! 💚✨

Thank youuu anon!!! 😘 I love writing about Eddie more than any other character tbh 😬 😅.. 💚 I'm so in love with him 💚

Love at First Sight -----------------------------------------------

There's so many different headcanons about him but here's the first few that come to mind.

Subject: Pure fluff, pet names, soft! dom Eddie, kiss maybe?, flirting, (sorry for misspelling and grammar)

Words: 400+

just major cuteness to go around UGH

Side notes: all of the possibilities are endless, where do I even begin?

*sobbed uncontrollably in a corner*

This handsome man can't keep his eyes off of you.

he will constantly tell you how absolutely pretty and beautiful you are.

He wants to hold your hand and brush it against his lips.

chivalry is NOT dead when it comes to Eddie. He will hold the door open for you, give you his jacket when it's raining, constantly walking right beside you to make you feel protected.

He will look deep into your eyes and hold eye contact to let you know how much he's listening to you.

He has a bad habit of brushing your loose strands behind your ears.

He loves sitting next to you and swinging his arm around any sofa/couch/chair you guys are sitting in.

SUPER controlling and protective of your relationship.

He insist in paying and he never wants you too. It's just in his nature duh.

some of the nicknames he will give you: love bun, sweet heart, honey, baby girl, princess, pretty girl, cutie pie, Ms.beautiful, mama,

He's so proud to call him his, he super affectionate in public with you

You both do everything together

He lets you borrow all of his hoodies and sweaters

YOU'RE his everything <3

. . .

"I can't believe we are finally together" you cling on to his arm. You walk with him down the street of Gotham with the biggest grin on your face. After all of the bad exes in your life you finally met someone who would do all of the things you wanted in a boyfriend.

"I believe it, I knew eventually you would come to me" he had his hands in his loose jacket with a sheepish smile. He was so cute and wholesome as he stayed close to you. It felt so good knowing you had someone to trust. You never wanted to leave his side, he meant to so much to you now. Is this what being in love felt like? Many cute plans and fantasies flooded your mind. You couldn't wait to do so many things with him. To show everyone the sweet guy you were with. Why didn't you approach him sooner?

You both just wandering around the mall but (actually he was just following you around) he could care less about anything beside just spending time with you. The sun was setting and you grew tired from today. "You ready to go home baby?" Eddie absently offered to hold your bag as you stopped mid stride to looked at the time on your phone.

"yea, I work tomorrow unlike you" you peck a kiss on his cheek. both of you worked at the same place, but opposite ends of the building. You always miss him dearly when you guys get busy with other tasks.

"Just call in I want to lay in my bed with you it's been forever" his clingy demeanor kicked in realizing how long it's been since he had you in his arms. He needed you now and tomorrow. You were the only person who understood him and loved him for who he was. He didn't want to lose the happiness that kept him alive.

"Don't worry about them babe, you're always working extra days. We still have so much stuff we need to do at home" he caressed his rough hand on your cheek. His thumb gripped your chin. "You promised me you would cuddle and lay in bed with me right?" his soft deep voice became persuasive drawing in you like smoke. Eddie leaned in to kiss you slowly making you moan. " I promise" you peck his lips again. Eddie felt like he was on cloud nine, finally having the girl and life he dreamed of.

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much love <3

[edweird-nashton]

>> IF HOROSCOPES HELD ANY TRUTH, I'D BARELY BE A CANCER. >> TWO DAYS LATER AND I'D BE A LION. >> INSTEAD: CURSED, UNCLEAN, TO MOVE ABOUT ON THE GROUND.

>> I WAS JUST A CHILD. THEY PROBABLY MISCOUNTED. FORGOT. GUESSED AT MY EXPENSE. >> A BIRTH DAY. >> A DEATH DAY. I KNOW WHAT IT REALLY WAS.

[make-your-own-evil]

hello could I request some yandere capullo riddler headcanons?

anon, im going to kiss you on the mouth for requesting my very first riddler ask. YES of course you can have some headcanons

note: feel free to reblog my work! just give credit where credit is due :)

70s dad riddler yandere headcanons coming right up!

TW: kidnapping, general violence, light misogyny though reader is gn

Yandere!Capullo!Riddler Headcanons

have you ever watched Labyrinth?

i make the connection because you will be kidnapped by a narcissistic freak who will put you through numerous 'tests' and 'challenges'

i feel like the typical standard for any riddler to have an obsession is that the object of their desires is also highly intelligent, though i also feel like with capullo riddler you would also have to be as physically attractive as him, in his opinion. think of gaston, but skinnier, socially awkward and highly intelligent

youre probably someone in a position of power. maybe youre an official, a detective, in forensics, etc. his initial goal is to embarrass you. he is back to his old tricks setting up some elaborate challenges. see? youre not as smart as you thought you - wait, you solved it?

the great riddler will not be bested by some lowly city imbecile!

his need to be better than everyone, including you, starts this game. he presents you will increasingly harder and more demanding challenges. at one point you probably have a bomb strapped to you.

the more puzzles and riddles you solve, the more he looks forward to these encounters. he eventually thinks that it may be because he's a loner and humans are naturally very social creatures, but this is dismissed quickly

he's not just a human! he's not like anyone else! he is the great edward nygma! the riddler!

then he finds himself making careless mistakes in everything he does. this should make him furious! it should...

suddenly, being captured isnt as bad anymore, he gets to see his 'game partner' as he's being booked in! you! he thinks nothing of this. just a little banter with someone who is almost as intelligent as himself

"ah, detective L/N! looking as sharp as ever! what did you think of our last game? ha, that hardly matters. its our next game that you should look forward to! imagine this..."

he is delusional in thinking that you enjoy his trials. you SOLVE them, because your life kind of depends on it. but this only spurs him on to make more! oh how you exhaust him. he slows down his intellectual assault on gotham and shifts more towards proving that you cannot possibly compare to him.

he's more so trying to reassure himself that he's the greatest

eventually one of the other rogues points this 'obsession' out to him as he's babbling about his next challenge for you (probably selina since she sees every opportunity to tease him)

"you know, ed, if i didnt know any better i would think that the 'great riddler' has a bit of a crush" followed by snickers and "woos!"

his face turns hot and red. this only spurs on the others more! for the first time, he doesnt know what to say. his mind is racing with explanations and excuses, but no words come out

he has been embarrassed before and it crushes him. he? the riddler? have feelings for you?

the more he sulks and ponders, the more he fears that it may be true. the sleepless nights wondering how you've solved everything. his giddiness when he sees his favorite player. the way his heart races when he speaks to you... the anger he feels when you speak to someone who isnt him. the jealousy of seeing you interact with the other rogues. the dejectedness of your disinterested attitude towards him

theres only one rational solution in his mind... to kidnap you!

you enjoy your time with him dont you? dont you hate sharing a city with knuckle-dragging baboons? dont you hate being surrounded by millions of people who dont see you for what you truly are?? a genius... just like him

his end goal is to convince you that you two really arent that dissimilar, that you are alike in more ways that you can comprehend. that you need him with you! like he needs you with him

his darling Y/N just needs a strong, intelligent man such as he to SHOW them that they would be best suited together.... no matter how long it takes, how many puzzles they go through and how many people will be exterminated if they get in the way

"my dearest, surely someone as intellectually gifted as you can understand? we are two of the same. you need me ~"

[sister-lucifer]

alright screw it here’s my edward nygma/riddler design bc he’s my favorite twink

click for better quality n zoom in to read the stuff n all that

[1-8oo-wtfbro]

HEADCANNON:

The riddler is actually Tim’s favorite rogue bc Edward Nigma was one of the only adults that would ever talk to him when he visited Drake industries with Jack. He would let Tim hang out in his cubicle and tell him riddles that made him think and when Tim would excitedly blurt out the answer he would smile and give him a sticker.

[girl-its-envy]

please write Dano riddler fluff hcs 🥹he’s so obsessive i love him lol

sfw dano!riddler fluff hcs!

warnings: none besides some stalker tendencies in one of the hcs! :)

i hope you enjoy these, anon! tysm for the request!! <3

eddie isn’t really one to do pda since he’s kind of shy without his riddler persona, BUT when he sees someone eyeing you he can’t help but pull you closer and shower you with kisses, just to let the other person know to back off.

when i say this man is obsessed and touch starved, i mean it in ALL caps. growing up as an orphan he always had to share things, so when he finally has something (or rather someone) who is devoted to him, he wants to embrace you when able to, and just tell you how much he loves you so you don’t think about leaving him.

he keeps every. single. thing. you give/make for him. even if its something silly or “useless” like a gum wrapper with a doodle on it, he’ll still keep it and put it somewhere safe (like in a box full of things you’ve gifted him.)

whenever you walk around his apartment, or do the bare minimum, he’s always in awe and staring at you because he’s so head over heels for you.

before you guys started dating, he would often follow you home after your work shifts to make sure you got home safe, since you’re so valuable to him.

he sometimes can’t help but watch you sleep peacefully after he gets back to the apartment after finishing his riddler duties, since you look so cute.

will often ask you if there’s anyone bothering you as of lately, or if theres anyone you want gone for good because he will NOT hesitate to get rid of them for you <3

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Some Game HC's I have about Riddler:

BTAS Riddler loves playing DnD both as a player (always a caster) and as the DM. He is a game developer in the 90's so you bet your ass he was the fliperama kid. Everyday he went to the local game station (and later started exploring and looking for different ones all across Gotham) with only one coin. He played once against a player in a winning streak beting coins and he always won and would accept bets from challengers. He was abble to play all day with only one coin because he never lost a bet.

Gotham Riddler is another DnD nerd and a gamer. But I think he had more money growing up than BTAS Riddler and actually played games in a gameboy. He got a summer job so he could buy more games than Mario and Pokemon. Also I'm sorry but Gotham Riddler never played DnD, that man was born to be a DM and is likely the one DM that didn't became one because it's harder to find a DM than a party so you DM once and now that's your fate.

Arkham Riddler plays Magic The Gathering. He also plays DnD and he is the insufurable player that goes out of the way to create the most OP characthers completly full of combos and makes everything boring for everyone else because he slays too hard. He is insuferable playing Magic as well but at least he is being insuferable against his adversaries. He lost his original deck after being arrested the first time and somehow it ended on young Barbara Gordon's hands. The small time period were pre teen Barbara was the biggest Magic nerd and forced a confused Jim to play was probably the worst thing Riddler ever did to comissioner Gordon and that includes killing his co-workers and friends. Later Barbara went to play it with Jason and Tim (who she isn't dating cause ew), Bernard joined at some point.

The last DnD player is Unburied Riddler who is the opposite to Arkham: he always plays as a bard and he is the biggest follower of the rule of cool/the wonders of RP ever. He knows the rule book upside down but he never really followed the rules, he just sweet talks the DM and the tabble into letting him role for his insane plans to the point that after he basically forced Barbara and Bruce to play with him (Barbara asked Montoya to DM) no one on the tabble even knew what bardic inspiration actually did until Alfred heard them playing and as a closeted DnD nerd got incrisingly distressed by Eddie's "gameplay style". Since then Montoya joined the tabble as a paladim and Alfred is the DM. Instead of analysing what to pick to upgrade his characther Eddie spends all the time trying to find ways to sweet talk Alfred (the hardest DM to bullshit ever) into letting him do his thing. Right now his best trick is to make Bruce either join or get excited for the result because Alfred has a soft spot for his son Master Bruce.

Zero Year Riddler for all his cool persona is a nerd and not only he colects all different editions of War (yes the boardgame, the ancient Greece one is his favorite) but he plays competitive Pokemon (both online and the card game). While he is a good Pokemon player he did lose to an incredible good 12yo and he cried a whole day before trying to extract revenge. Unfortunaly for Ed the kid was from Metropolis and there was a change, small as it was, that Superman could get involved and Eddie isn't really one to get his ass beat by Superman.

Still on the card games BTAA Riddler plays Yu-Gi-Oh. He somehow understands the rules and is good on it. Miss Tuesday used to make fun of him for it until Autum acidentaly introduced her to Bakugan. If you play Bakugan you can't make fun of other people's card game choices. BTAA Riddler also plays Pokemon Go, he started because he thought it was hip and cool (he isn't even that old, he is like 30 but he just wants to be cool with the teens that badly already) and kept going because he really likes to take random pictures of pokemon on normal day things, he also loves shinny hunting. He does it on the actual game as well. He never actually played the whole Pokemon story, he just shinny hunts a lot and stops playing after he catched enough cool shinnies. He has some of the first one to capture the shinng videos and a shinny hunting secret twitter.

[Not a Riddler one but BTAS Joker also plays Yu-Gi-Oh because one has to be mad to understand all the different invocation rules (I say that as a former Yu-Gi-Oh nerd). Harley also plays Yu-Gi-Oh on BTAS but she downplays her talents to let Joker win when she is actually insanely good at it.]

[finniestoncrane]

What's a kink of each of the riddlers that you feel like you haven't really talked about?

More Riddler Kinks

Riddler Headcanons hooray, finally getting round to this one after the event!! it's a long one too oops... ok i am got INTO this. some of them i think i've mentioned before but i am so glad to put my silly little thoughts into more detail 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: so many potentially triggering kinks here, cnc, piss, free use, roleplay, rough sex, violence, monster fucking, nude photography

dano

i have written about it a LOT but he definitely has a thing for cnc/rape play

and with him, it comes from a space of feeling like he's not good enough, and follows his life's trajectory of having to take things he wants rather than wait patiently for them to come to him

he wants to be in control of a situation, something he's never had before in any aspect of life

something that allows him to feel like he's in charge, that he's got the power

and at the same time, it's so emotionally fulfilling for him to be trusted by someone to that extent

to know a partner is willing to allow themselves to be so vulnerable around him, to get to be so close and intimate with someone

to feel like he's someone you have actively chosen to trust and let him take part in something like that

and to speak to him like an intelligent adult while you cover rules and boundaries and safe-words

that's so healing for him to experience, and it only amplifies his sweet and adoring behaviour outside of your more intense bedroom sessions

plus, any excuse to offer you the most satisfactorily sickeningly sweet aftercare, that's what he's really after

arkham

i play with this man like he's a fucking doll honestly there's not a kink i wouldn't give him, but allow me to delve into my most recent fixation

because i'm giving him a piss kink and no one can stop me

i don't think it's so much about the piss for him, more about the mess and the sense of control over someone's behaviours and habits

definitely about the embarrassment and humiliation

because the minute you let yourself go, the minute you're vulnerable standing or sitting in front of him

bound by his rules to not interrupt him for bathroom breaks

knowing that any mess you make is your own fault

that's when he gets his kicks

and the ability to chastise and degrade you for making a mess of yourself and having very little self-control is an added benefit

telling you how ashamed you should be, while you can see the smug smile on his face and the growing tent at the front of his stupid cargo pants

i don't think he'd piss in you or on you though. as messy as he is i think even he knows standards of good practice when it comes to germs and such

(he's filthy, yes, but very picky over certain textures and substances, it's the autism)

plus the act of him defiling you would be too much, since this idiot harbours intense feelings of admiration and respect that he's too scared or embarrassed to admit to

gotham

i don't think i've gone into too much detail about his medical fetish, but he definitely has one

i mean, i did write that thing on the autopsy table... but anyway!

definitely veering towards the experimental side of medical roleplay

he'll get all of the correct gear on, nothing inherently sexual about it unless you're into that kind of thing

protective gear though, a smock, rubber gloves, maybe a mask

and you'll be expected to be fully nude, all of you exposed to him so that he can test the limits of each part of you

see how every square inch of your skin reacts to his touch

or to his various 'tools' that he's got, sterilised and prepared to work on you

there's no medical benefits to this, he's not aiming to fix you

but he is definitely good at making you feel much, much better than you did before you were laid down on his table

teased, torturous edging, new experiences and toys

until you're a shuddering mess, ready to be eased up for some aftercare before he cleans up for your next appointment

his desire to study you, to see what makes you tick and what makes you make the sweetest sounds is what motivates him here

and he will take rigorous and extensive notes during and afterwards

and then study them in his down time (or alone time)

telltale

corruption, for sure. like his whole personality revolves around being the best and greatest manipulator and schemer that ever was

so corrupting your innocence, real or roleplayed, gives him everything he wants from a sexual encounter

and in a relationship

it's not like he's 24/7 on with the whole "i am your master" thing

but it leeches into everyday life easily enough when you spend a lot of time in his company

any roleplay scenario where he can play an authoritative character while you are a weaker, more innocent position works for him

professor and student, master and servant, he's not beyond playing god and having you pretend to be a nun either, and there are more taboo pairings he's willing to try

there's often elements of bondage, dominance, spirit breaking, orgasm control

anything where he has the higher ground

and he can teach you and show you new and exciting, or scary, things

having you beg to show him the correct ways, to educate you, to give you a new experience, to touch you in a way no one else has

that's what gets him off for sure

twojar

100% is into breeding, and definitely barebacking

the idea of fucking you completely raw (pending your health checks. he's completely clean and fine, but you on the other hand... he needs the documents)

that's what he's most into, especially if he can incorporate some other kinks into the foreplay or actual sex

and then have the grand finale be painting your insides with his cum, letting you feel the warmth of him

but it has to end with you under him, whichever position you prefer the most he's not fussy

with his cock buried deep inside of you

cumming inside of you and holding himself there, keeping you pinned to him

thrusting a couple more times for good measure so he can be sure he's pumped his seed as deep as it can go

and holding you afterwards, telling you how good you took him

his perfect little breeding stock, his sweet little cumdump

filled up and ready to bear the fruits of his labour

btaa

there is no doubt in my mind that every waking minute that he isn't spending on schemes or building his little gadgets

is spent playing fantasy roleplay games, of any kind, on any platform, alone or in groups

he's a huge nerd! it's one of those things that he'll never outlive, once a big dweeb, always a big dweeb

so a big thing for him is roleplay, and specifically, roleplay where he can involve some monster fucking

he can either play the hero, slaying the beast and then saving the girl, who promptly rewards him with herself to use

or being the hero who sets out to defeat the creature and instead ends up fucking it

or let him be the monster and he'll show you how monstrous he could really be

as long as it involves preparation, dramatic reactions, practice and rehearsing, preferably a script with some room for improv

and, of course, the most extravagant and detailed costumes (accurate to the scenario or time period, obviously)

then he will be a very happy, and satisfied, boy

zero year

i haven't really talked about this but it's a huge one for me personally with him

but i think he's a big fan of free use obviously like he just screams it

loves nothing more than a sort of semi-permanent situation where you spend days completely naked and at his mercy

and add a bit of roleplay into it, maybe you're his live-in housekeeper

cleaning for him, cooking for him, washing him, feeding him

and whenever he feels like it, he can stick his dick in you

but you can't react to him unless he gives you permission

you gotta stand there, kneel there, sit there, lay there while he fucks you without making any sounds

and comitting to whatever task you were in the middle of when he decided to start going at you

i just think it would absolutely send him to the moon to know that when you're walking around naked, bending over in front of him

hanging on his every word and obeying his every command

he could also just decide to press his cock inside of you nonchalantly

unburied

he's literally devoutly into cuckoldery, but he's the bull

imagine watching your partner get railed by some ineffectual dweeb with a penchant for riddles

knowing that he's giving it to them with all he's got, making them scream in pleasure and shout out his name

making eye contact with him at some point

and having him wink at you? stick his tongue out? give you some finger guns?

all with the most smug, self-satisfied grin you've ever seen on a human being

and then to top it off, he's calling out sex-themed riddles?

and laughing at you when you don't get them right?

that's not something you can come back from

that changes someone, on several deep levels

and truthfully, that's the part that he likes the most

the emotional scarring on your ego, and the little stroke his gets

knowing he's so annoying that he's unforgettable, which would be the biggest crime to him

btas

i have these ideas about him that always revolve around something artsy or classy

and while i think he would be into some dorky roleplay (he's definitely pretending to be a minotaur, sorry)

i do, selfishly i suppose, think that he would be into body worshipping

specifically in the form of erotic photography

he'd be keen to take pictures of you, in poses, costumes, scenarios, roleplays

directing you, encouraging you, watching you loosen up and let yourself go

whatever you were comfortable with, that's key here

and he'd cherish seeing your face afterwards when he showed you the final products

knowing he'd captured everything about you that he loves and finds attractive

pictures that he'll keep if you want, or destroy

it doesn't matter to him in the end really

he takes them because he thinks of you as his muse, the act of photographing you, of being allowed the vulnerability

to create with you in mind

that's what he finds most erotic and exciting and ultimately, an expression of his love and adoration for you

young justice

if you managed to get him to find the courage to admit to it, you'd learn his favourite thing is uh...

well... just because it plays into his... awkwardness, and shyness, and inexperience...

just... it makes sense that he has a virginity kink

but interestingly, it goes both ways

while he's so keen to have you show him the moves, and pretend to be inducting him into your little black book

teaching him how to touch you or how to move his hips

he's equally interested in switching the roles up a bit

it's a challenge for him, sure, but he's the riddler! there's no challenge he can't live up to

even if that means weeks of practice and lessons with an acting coach to get past the initial nerves

it would all be worth it to pretend that he was confident, dominant, and knew what he was doing

that and the satisfaction of taking something from you, something important

the honour in knowing he's your first (or at least pretending)

and the lasting impression he might have on you for that

that's the kind of idea that has him rutting into you like a fuckin beast

[multifanatics]

Riddler's Meet Reader's Asshole Ex

A/N: A little something I had cooked up for a little while. I could be terrible and I apologize in advance. I have a bad habit of writing late into the night. This is also my first time writing for Riddler.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, and More.

Telltale!Riddler

Your ex is back in Gotham? And he did WHAT?

Not at all afraid to get his hands dirty with a themed riddle.

If your ex is smart, which seemed to be a running theme, Riddler would have no problem outsmarting him. 

But these were purely ideas. The real thing would be horrendously worse. 

Riddler manages to catch your ex in a deal and backs him into a corner to call said deal off. 

Edward would appear at a social conference your ex had for his return in Gotham. (much like he did with Mori.)

Your ex is younger than him, of course he is.

A spare riddle chamber, and his great mind prove to be a dangerous combination.

“Stop me if you’ve heard this one before… What is it that given one, you’ll have either two or none?”

“Fuck! I don’t know man!” 

“Such vulgarities… and it is the Riddler.” 

With your ex’s fingers gone, Batman on the way, and your ex refusing to answer the simple riddle. 

“The answer you so desperately seek is ‘chance’ though now I clear my suspicions of the most idiotic man in Gotham.” The slash and dash part of his cane came into great use.

A declaration of love (Even if he won't call it that) through the act of murder.

Capullo!Riddler

You had heard rumors of your ex being back in Gotham.

Not really knowing what to expect from Eddie, you told him.

Of course, Edward being Edward acted like he didn’t pay you any mind. Except when you talked about all the horrible things your ex had done to you. 

Used you for your body often without consent. Berated you and hit you. The list went on. 

A switch went off in his brain, the switch that typically decides for him to make a killer riddle.

The following week when the rumors announced themselves as true Edward had taken you to a corporate building.

Not exactly telling you why and requesting you stay by the car. 

The next few minutes felt slow until you heard the alarms go off and people running out of the building in hysterics. 

Once Edward came back outside he walked calmly toward the car. 

“What’s done, corrupt, and about to lay?” 

Eddie pulls a switch from out of his pocket and presses it. 

Half the building explodes, your ex’s department completely destroyed. 

Actually, you had assumed he had to be at work around then.

 “You’re ex.”

That cleared all suspicions.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Can I request NSFW top dano! Riddler x bottom male reader ? they met in Arkham asylum.

I think $ex in jail is gonna be lit 🔥😌🤤

Edward Nashton/The Riddler x Male reader

Im still new to writing smut, especially bottom reader since that’s not really my thing. But since you asked ill try and write it for you 😘

This is also my first time writing smut that isn’t in headcanon format, so if its written badly and has bad pacing that’s why.

 I just wanted the reader to have powers so now they have fire powers.

 This ended up alot longer than i had planned, so Riddler fans eat up.

 Nsfw under the cut

Edward had been in Arkham for a little over a month when you were brought in, a thick collar around your neck with glowing lines and a pair of what looked like thick chunky bracelets around your wrists. The guards threw you with little care into the cell across from him, one of them going as far as to spit on you when you hit the ground.

Your door was shut with more locks than any the brunette had seen before, and your windows were covered with dark shutters that told him you were in solitude for whatever you did to end up here. You piqued his interest, and when he heard the night guards mention Batman, he paid even closer attention. It turned out you were a meta, one with fire and heat-based powers at that.

They called you the Hellbringer instead of your name, just like they called him the Riddler. Apparently, the collar and bracelets were to suppress your powers. You had been caught by batman, with the help of another hero, Superman. From the guards ranting, it became apparent you had picked up where Edward left off, taking out those who ruled Gotham like it was their own playground. But unlike him, you had burnt them to a crisp with no mercy. Leaving their corpse as a warning.

It made warmth pool in Edwards stomach as he heard it, a lovestruck smile pulling itself to his lips as he pressed his ear against the metal door that locked him in his own cell. When your solitude was finally finished, Edward took to standing on his toes to look out the window on his door, hoping to catch glimpses of you. One day when he was once again looking, he caught your eyes, the two of you staring at eachother. It felt as if your eyes spoke a million words, and Edward was sure his eyes were heart-shaped by the warmth that was now spreading to his chest.

In your cell you felt the same heat pool in your chest. It wasn’t very different from the heat that normally coursed through your veins, so you grabbed onto it and held on tight. You had been going crazy since your powers were caught from you, leading to you scratching at the collar and bracelets till it drew blood. It had been during one of these episodes that you looked out through the window in your cell door and caught the eyes from the cell across from you.

You couldn’t see much of the mans face, but you knew it was the Riddler, as the guards liked to kick and hot the doors and yell at prisoners. You bit your lip as the heat in your chest grew to your abdomen, letting go of your bloody wrist to run a hand over the hem of your boxers. Typically, you weren’t allowed to pleasure yourself, but the guards didn’t seem to want to even get close to cells when prisoners were busy.

Grabbing at the half hard length in your boxers, you gave it a squeeze as the Riddler’s eyes darkened from across the hallway, like he knew exactly what you were doing. Your wrists throbbed from the hard treatment you had been giving them, swallowing the spit that was gathering in your mouth, neck crying out as the burning of the collar flared. You could see the Riddler talking, but you weren’t good at lip reading, but you had a feeling he was telling you to stop what you were doing, and arousal turned in your being as you forced yourself to let go, your cock throbbing as you let go. The satisfied grin that spread across his lips was enough to tempt you to grab it again, but you didn’t have the time as the guards did their round.

You seemed to hit a routine, the Riddler and you. At night when the guards did barely quarter of the rounds they should be doing, the two of you would stare at each other, you could see the mans lips moving as he talking, but couldn’t hear his voice no matter how hard you tried to. But no matter how much time passed, and how much you wanted too, you never got off, as he seemed to know exactly when you were tugging at yourself, and one half litted look had you tucking yourself away to pull and pinch at your chest instead.

Edward took great pleasure in the desperate light in your eyes as he once again denied you, massaging at himself as he saw frustration pouring off you, as he watched you put the bottom of your shirt in his mouth, and he could only assume you were teasing your chest instead.

He would lay awake at night thinking about you, his eyes fluttering as he could almost feel your mouth on him or the weight of you bouncing ontop of him, the same frustrated and desperate look in your eyes as you chased your high. Edward smirked to himself as he thought of those power suppressing tools gone, how maybe fire would swallow the room, burning down the walls and spreading to the guards and workers of Arkham. Maybe he could make you cum so hard you’d melt a way for you both to leave this place.

It was another day, the day guards doing their rounds as they were ordered to do, nurses walking around to hand out medicine and food. You were sat in the corner, the one near the door so they could only see your feet if they glanced inside. Blood droplets hit the floor underneath you as you wiggled the bracelets again, the skin under them have long ago been rubbed raw and bleeding, your neck not being much better. A metallic click was heard, and the bracelet on your wrist lost its glow, and was pulled open and clunked to the floor.

You felt a warmth you had been deprived off for a long time return, just barely, and your eyes widened as you pulled at the other bracelet and it took gave way, getting dumped on the floor beside the other. Your fire was returning, you could feel it bubble under your skin and waking up like a bear in hibernation, now all you needed was the one on your neck. You summoned fire at your fingertips, and started wiggling at the closing mechanisms at your collar, the metal slowly giving way under the growing heat. Soon it was off with a few pulls, and on the floor.

An almost orgasmic moan escaped your mouth as your fire flooded back to you, your eyes rolling back and eyelids fluttering as the heat spread from your head to your toes. You were interrupted by someone hitting your cell door, telling you to quiet down. You glared at the metal door, knowing you could rip it right off its hinges now, but you would wait. Tonight, you would go to your Riddler first, then you two would leave.

When night fell and the nightguards arrived, they did their one round of the night and left to do whatever it was they did. Giddiness and arousal had been burning in you since your fire returned. Getting to your feet you looked out the glass, meeting the green eyes you had come to know so well. You shot him what could only be called an impish grin as fire flared in your hands, grabbing at the locking mechanism on your door which immediately started to melt. As Arkham had never planned on someone melting their locks, no alarms went off as you pulled open the metal door, staring into the now wide eyes of, you looked at the name as you neared, the one so tiny you normally couldn’t see it, Edward. Edward Nashton. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you grabbed at the lock that separated you, and let your fire burn and melt it.

As Edward saw the door open, he felt the love and arousal grow, as he could finally take in your entire being. Before he could open his mouth to talk, you were on him like a predator, forcing your lips on his as the fire disappeared from your hands. They were warm on his face as you clung to him, a loud moan escaping you as Edward dug his hands into your hips and pulled you close, a smirk pulling at his lips as he felt you grind against him.

Leaving Arkham could wait he decided, grabbing at you, and shoving you onto his bare bed. Edwards face was red, and he could feel sweat gathering on his forehead as he made quick word of pulling your shirt up to your chin and grabbing at the bright orange hospital sweats you wore, and pulling them down enough for your cock to spring out. You moaned as your cock met cold air, your length twitching as precum beaded at the tip and ran down it, the weeks long arousal meeting its peak.

Edward leant over you, pressing your lips together again making you throw your arms around his neck to pull him even closer, groaning as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. With some difficulty the both of you got out of your pants and boxers, Edward getting in between your knees to grind against you. You hissed as his cock ground against yours, another drop of pre escaping and landing on your stomach as Edward bit at your neck.

Edward sat back to admire you, watching as your chest lifted with your quick breaths, hands grasping at the scratchy sheets beneath you. Your cock was straining against your stomach, drooling a pool of precum as it gave small twitches every now and again. Edward giggled to himself as he started sucking at his fingers, there was no lube in Arkham so he had to work with what he had.

“Come on, put your leg over my shoulder” he said, grabbing your thigh to lift it up and over his shoulder. You went along, groaning slightly at the stretch. Edward leant forward, pressing another lust filled kiss against your neck as he pressed two fingers inside you, causing a faint moan to escape your throat. “Fuck… Edward…” you ground out, one of your hands releasing the bed beneath you to grasp at his hair, trying to pull him even closer.

Edward moaned into your skin as he pressed another finger inside, doing his best to stretch you as quickly as he could. You whimpered as he grazed your prostate, the man smirking to himself as he targeted the bundle of nerves. He quickly worked you up to a third finger, and you threw your head back in frustration as heat started to gather in your palms. Not enough to burn, but enough for Edward to feel it.

“Come on! I can take it, put it in” you growl, pulling at Edwards hair as he chuckled breathlessly, before he finally sat back on his knees. “Fine, fine. You’re so needy” he purred, grabbing at his length to push it inside. You felt your eyes flutter as he finally pushed inside you, moaning silently as he filled you up in ways you had only hoped to achieve.

Edward let you adjust, pushing up his glasses and brushing his sweat-soaked hair out of his face as you whimpered. “I’m okay, you can move” you whimpered, grabbing at his arms with both of your hands. A keen escaped you as he finally started moving, seemingly having run out of patience himself as he started thrusting hard and face, pulling both your knees over his hips for better access.

You moaned loudly as Edward thrusted inside you, a hand letting go of his arm to grab at the bed instead, in an attempt to stabilize yourself. Edward moaned, leaning down to kiss you again as noises kept escaping you. A loud moan was punched out of you when he brushed against your prostate. You could feel your cock straining, twitching as the need to cum started growing.

“Please. Please” you whimpered, tears gathering in your eyes as you looked up at Edward, who just smiled at you. “You sure?” he teased, giving another thrust that hit your prostate head on, causing a full body jolt to run through you. “Yes!” you cried out, throwing your head back as you felt the finish approaching.

Edward giggled almost derangedly as he started thrusting even faster, taking great pleasure in your noises. “Fine, then cum. I’m close too, lets do it together” he ground you, grabbing at your hips for better leverage. You felt your peak approached and moaned loudly, reaching up to grab at Edward as you came, white ropes shooting across your chest, as fire seemed to materialize on the floor around you, just enough to create smoke.

Edward moaned as he ground into you as he came, his vision almost blurring as he filled you up. You whimpered quietly as you felt the warmth inside you, the two of you both gasping to catch your breath. When you came to, you put of the fire you had started, huffing a breath as you pulled Edward down ontop of you so you could cuddle.

The two of you stayed there for a while, letting you both come fully down from your highs before he pulled out, groaning as he left the tightness of you. Edward giggled as he helped you pull your hands on, the man looking even more mischievous as you shot him a playful glare.

When you were both dressed again, you got to your feet. “Let’s get out of here, what do you say?” Edward asked. “We can do whatever we want, can’t we Hellbringer?” he giggled. You smirked, leaning over to give him a quick peck as you summoned your fire again. “We can. My names (Y/N) by the way. Might as well start using that if were gonna be together” you purr, using the flames to blow up the nearest wall to the outside.

You both laugh as you jump out, Edward shooting you a look as you limp slightly. You just shoot him a small glare “This is your fault you know” you huff, as the two of you lock hands and run off towards the city in the midst of the chaos. Lights flashing and alarms blaring had never been so romantic as it was now.

[scleracentipede]

I'd love more info about the individual system members! I also think a full list of ND headcanons for your Jon and Eddie would be cool too! Again, no pressure and thanks so much!!

tysm for clarifying! imma post some art about the different Scarecrow system members today so I’ll list some ND headcanons for ya now ☺️

Putting under a read more cos this got long!

Scarecrow

Scarecrow, as you know, I headcanon as having DID and by extension CPTSD because lets be real their childhood was horrid

He struggles alot with dissocaitive amensia and would probably say that is the part of his mental health he finds the most 'disabling'

He's spent a lot of his life dissociating from any strong emotion be that positive or negative and can barely remember happy moments let alone sad one (e.g., he can't remember getting his doctorate etc.) followed closely by their frequent flashbacks which manifest as bodily feeling flashbacks rather then actual memories.

Thier autistic and very unashamed of it.

Suprisingly were diagnosed in childhood despite the general neglect they faced but this was not a positive thing for them (see their Granny tried to 'fix it')

He never really therefore had like an autism discovery like some later diagnosed people and his response to being autistic was just kind of "Okay then."

He is not very 'good' with social stuff and gets overstimmed extremely easily leading to alot of angry outbursts that others precieve as 'temper tantrums' but he's geniunely in agony from the sensory inputs around him and the response is actually porpotional to what he's experiencing. (Wild right? Autistic people's 'irrational' responses might actually be rational to their experiences /sarcasm)

They are all stimming all the time because otherwise they'll scream but the way they stim varies between the alters in their system and isn't always the safest stim (what I mean by this is some of their stims cause them bodily harm but I don't like calling those 'bad' because that's very shaming)

Alot of people around them assume they don't experience empathy and there's definitely times where they have low empathy but they also experience very intense empathy to people their close to, to animals, and objects they just can't communicate this externally

Thier empathy for objects is very strong and why they fix so many items they find (that art piece 'Can't Help Myself' by Sun Yuang and Peng Yu left them catatonic with an intense grief and empathy for like a week)

He gets very focused on things and overall struggles to take care of himself any meaningful way without support. Like he will forget to eat or clean himself till he gets very stick from it without prompting and support

He likely needs a carer to help but doesn't have one and has to rely on his few friends when their free to keep him alive which does not help with his feelings of guilt and he'll often push people away so their not 'burdened' by him and so they don't feel bad for leaving him to rot.

In reality, his friends do not find it a burden at all and actually enjoy his company when he lets them.

He helps them all much more then he realises but he's stubborn like an ox and won't here it (e.g., helping him gives Jervis a schedule and routine that helps him remember more grounded and Jons company makes him very happy)

He has alot of support needs that often go unmet but he is loved and not a failure for that

Not ND but disability related is they definitely have physical health issues too

Specifically Ehlers-Dahlos Syndrome (like me!) and Marfan Syndrome

They have alot of joint pain, dizziness, nausea, and fatigue that contributes them get overstimmed quicker

They self medicate for this alot becuase they cannot afford how expensive healthcare is in Gotham so are usually a little stoned but that does help get less overstimmed so win-win

He's great to have as a friend to because he always baby apsrin (incase his heart plays up), nausea meds, and weed on him.

Edward

Edward has been misdiagnosed and rediagnosed so many times at this point hes skeptical about what actually applies to him so tends to just say hes neurodivergent if asked

As a child he was just labelled as 'petulant know it all' and got told he 'could be great if he'd just apply himself' in school

He's been diagnosed with the following over the years: basically every cluster b personality disorder depending on the doctor, autism, ADHD, autism and adhd, dyspraxia, brief psychotic disorder, OCD etc.

He personally finds AuDHD and OCD to be the most accurate and isn't sure what name you can give to his mood swings but he is relucantly willing to acknowledge that his emotional response seems inappropriate to situations

His complusions can be very dangerous and have lead to him being quite injured though with age he's got better at redirecting himself to do less harm to himself or reducing how much he needs to do something

He's found additional coping strategies like wearing gloves all the time to reduce his contamination fears that have been super helpful too

He's very fidgety and struggles to sit still and is often heard mumbling and talking to himself as a form of stimming (which one of Scarecrow's system finds very soothing actually like a particularly clever hyperlexic white noise machine)

His coordination isn't the best which frustrates him when he's trying to build his puzzles and leads to him relucantly, so very relucantly, asking for assistance from Echo and Query or in what he sees as the worse case scenario Jervis Tetch if its something more technical

He has hypergraphia and is always drawing and writing on things often feeling like his brain is too full and he needs to get it out

He struggles with some auditory halluncinations and occasional visual ones if he's spiralling (not going to share what because it can be triggering to people with hallucinations to read about)

He struggles alot with body image issues constantly trying to look 'perfect' so he seems more in controll then he feels as he's is terrfied of people realising how much of a fraud his confident exterior is

His weight flucuatates alot with the different medication he takes for his mental health and with his hrt which causes him some distress

Basically any change he cannot control upsets him

More physical disability headcanons: He actually needs his cane as he struggles with fibromyalgia and POTS so needs it to help relieve leg pain and for balance

He does water aerobics as a gentle excercise that helps with his pain (he thinks Scarecrow would benefit from it but he refuses to go with him - it would be so nice on his joints!)

Edward actually experiences alot more low empathy then Scarecrow and had to teach himself sympathy because he did not understand others at all when they were upset or happy

He's quite touch avoidant and isn't sure why (probably trauma Edward) because he often feels like he is so desparate to be hugged that he has been hollowed out with a melon bawler

In addition he often feels very nervous around other men especailly when they get aloud or drunk (once again trauma) so often ends up with closer friendships with the women in his life like Echo Query or the Gotham Sirens who often joke that he is their diversity man hire.

I hope you enjoyed my ramblings!

[mindstriker]

I'm sorry but I'm autistic and also really tired and I have so much to say about riddlebird this fine evening. Don't get me wrong, I love the gotham versions of them, the whole... non-stop feuding thing aside- but they're so absolutely in love in the comics and there's this one moment that just makes me so ridiculously happy.

Them in the 2018 Catwoman comics???? The way that Edward insinuates that Oswald doesn't care about anything but money and how best to make it in that one scene and is then IMMEDIATELY pacified by Oswald not only saying he cares about him, but saying "I care about you. And *our* need for payback."

Implying that they're still very much in this whole ordeal together as a team and that Ed getting in trouble and him getting out scot-free was a mistake. The calling each other Eddie and Ozzie in so many comics. The way that they're always close friends and working together as a team despite their mismatched motifs and intentions most of the time.

Please. Fellow insane riddlebird truthers reblog this with your favourite love momence with these two. From any media.

[zv5x]

How would Eddie react to his darling calling his apartment ‘home’ for the first time?

Edward would be absolutely estatic, to say the very least. To feed this man's delusions is equal to that of giving him the universe. Of course, he long knew his apartment was that of your rightful home, more of a home than that scuzzy and unworthy room you live in (he especially holds this belief about your living conditions if you have roomates).

His darling is but a thrill to him at first, a guilty pleasure like guiltily eating bread in the night hours. Then it became more, and you weren't just an indulgence one would admit to with a shy smile and dropping shoulders. You were a desire, an obsession, a garden suffocating the land that was once covered with weeds. He desired you more than words can say, so much so that if it ever came to it he'd take you dead. He just wants you in his home, and especially his arms.

He knew your new conditions would take a little bit of getting used to. Moving from your own home with your recognizable decorating style (if applicable, that is, and Edward doesn't mind either way) to a small, cluttered and shabby apartment building with a man the world only knows as the Riddler. He's very gentle with you if you're gentle with him back, as he cannot stand the idea of you yelling at him or even just looking at him with anything other than vice. Oh, how much he desires to tell you. His darling, his world, his everything. With a light and fluttering heart, he'll ramble as much as he needs to how his heart belongs to you. With his infamy, he can protect you, he can keep you safe from those sleezy, vile bastards that litter the city streets. He'll make sure you never leave his sight again, he'll never let you go. Sure, his words may be overused and possibly even horrific, but he means them with his whole heart.

And, no matter how you do it, he'll do summersaults in his chair when you eventually call his apartment your home. His face will flush, and if he's wearing his riddler mask he'll have to unclip the mouth cover almost immediately so he can avoid passing out from the pressure on his lungs. His mind will replay those words as if you walked away from a computer for hours after commanding it to loop an mp3 file. He'll be estatic, and he'll make sure the world knows of his love from this point onwards.

He'll practically jump on you no matter what size you are compared to him, holding you and squeezing and swinging you. Oh how he adores you, (Y/N)! He's so happy you're finally accepting his home, accepting him.

He couldn't have asked for a better ending.

[unrestrainedbalderdash]

You introduce the Riddlers to Cadbury's Egg'n'Spoon:

(I'm not really a writer so this won't be a masterpiece, but you know what is a masterpiece? Cadbury's Egg'n'Spoon. Also this isn't all of the Riddlers I love, this is just the ones I can think of things for)

Warnings: A mild amount of capitalism existential horror, and mourning that which we have lost

Arkham: "What? What is this? It is vastly inferior to the taste of I, the greatest criminal mastermind ever, although... I suppose it is slightly ingenious. What?! You say they are discontinued?! Well, I cannot have been wrong about the quality of this! They are all fools!" Edward says, angry that Cadbury's discontinued such a masterpiece. He goes and hacks Cadbury's supply chain and brings back Egg'n'Spoon. You hug him, incredibly happy. He pushes you away. "Pah! You are not worthy of me! Although... I do appreciate your appreciation for my magnificent deeds..." While you eat more egg, he uses the spoons to construct a robotic servant.

60s: He giggles, delighted. "What comes up white and comes down yellow and white?" he asks. "This isn't a Creme Egg," you respond, looking melancholy, "they weren't discontinued..." As a beautiful relic of the past of the Batman franchise, he understands your sadness about the passage of time, and eats it. He stims with joy at this delightful little snack. He now loves Egg'n'Spoon.

Lego: Oh no. He fell into the egg. There are two scenarios: if the delicious insides have not been eaten, then he is stuck in a delicious glue trap. If the insides have already been consumed, then he jumps around in the pit, crying for help. He tries to use his staff to hook onto the hole and climb out. His weight shifts the egg, and it falls over, trapping him. He is screaming. You lift the egg, and take him out. He looks shaken. While trapped in the egg, and hearing about how they were discontinued, he was hit by realisations, of capitalism, and obsolescence. Lego Riddler... weren't there other Lego Riddlers? Where... where did they go? Is he soon to be discontinued like the Egg'n'Spoon? Clearly no masterpiece is safe!

Zero Year: He is the one who put Lego inside the egg

BTAS: The eyes of his mask go egg shaped in delight. He is delighted to be presented with something so marvellous, and elegantly eats it. "These were discontinued? That will not do. I could help with the marketing and bring them back!" he says, looking adorable as always.

BTAA: He eats the Egg'n'Spoon, and demands more. You tell him they are discontinued. "Whaaaat?! Miss Tuesday, bring me more of these eggs!" he says, shocked that they are discontinued. Miss Tuesday rolls her eyes, and uses her contact in the Scarecrow gang to eventually procure the last remaining Egg'n'Spoons in the world.