#the riddler version in question

[comicallysmallcereals]

(Tried my best with this one!

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 180

Danny looked at Wes, and Wes looked at Danny, both of their eyes saying the exact same thing: What the fuck is even happening right now. 

Apparently they can be summoned. Apparently, a cult from a different dimension tried to summon something and got them instead. Apparently their bodies got shrunk, or de-aged or however one wanted to explain it. APPARENTLY, this universe has heroes, and apparently they seem to be their universe’s equivalent to two of the villains here. 

Honestly, these “Cheshire” and “Riddler” people couldn’t be that bad compared to the Fentons. What are the chances they’ve committed war crimes or joined a government branch to legally vivisect things? That’s right, no chance. Probably. 

They should probably leave the hero-people to their freakout and find a way home. 

[riddle-me-fear]

Soooo Riddler, you speak multiple languages?

Also solltes du das ja verstehen. Falls ja dann sag mir doch auf Deutsch was du an Jonathan so schön und toll findest.

[translation at bottom]

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Ahaha-hmm, natürlich verstehe ich dich. Glücklicherweise kann mein lieber Jonathan uns nicht verstehen, also kann ich deine Frage beantworten. Was ich an ihm so schön und toll finde, hmm...

Er kann wunderbar kochen; ich finde seine Speisen stets höchst deliziös, auch wenn es mir ein Rätsel ist, wie er richtig würzen kann ohne zu kosten, da ihm der Nikotin ja regelrecht den Geschmackssinn ruiniert hat. Auch wenn er manchmal richtig dumm sein kann, ist er doch sehr intelligent, und ich genieße unsere Diskussionen sehr. Ich finde es unglaublich herzig, wenn er sich aufregt, ahahaha!

Körperlich, ich meine, was gibt es nicht zu mögen? Ich fühle mich, wenn es um Männer geht, eher der älteren, erfahrenen Generation hingezogen. Und ja, trotz dass ich ihn oft unsanft ermahne, dass er mehr essen soll, finde ich seinen Körperbau doch sehr attraktiv.

Was er selbst nicht vor anderen zugeben möchte, ist dass er doch sehr sanft sein kann, wenn er will. Er wird zwar nicht zu einer komplett anderen Person wenn wir alleine sind, aber ist mir gegenüber, mittlerweile, um einiges authentischer geworden, und umgekehrt genauso.

Ach ja, ich denke unsere Aktivitäten im Schlafzimmer muss ich wohl kaum ansprechen. Ich möchte nur dazu sagen, dass er der Beste ist, den ich jemals hatte.

Ich denke aber das, was ich am meisten an ihm schätze, ist sein Verständnis. Er toleriert und akzeptiert... nun ja, alles an mir, auch wenn es nicht den Anschein hat. Er hilft mir meine Ängste zu bezwingen, was - ahahah! - doch regelrecht peinlich wäre, wenn jemand der sich so intensiv mit Angst beschäftigt, das nicht hinbekommen würde. Er würde es sich nie anmerken lassen, doch er ist ein sehr einfühlsamer Mensch... Er... Ich weiß nicht... Er macht mich einfach... glücklich.

Ed gazes lovingly at his partner next to him, getting lost in his eyes for a moment. Jon, on the other hand gives him a mildly annoyed look, as usual.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Lemme guess. Ye'r naht gonna translate tha question, or ANYTHIN' ya just said.

Ed returns to his sassy attitude with a grin.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Nnnope!

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

I fuckin' hate'chu so much.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Love you too, pumpkin. 💚

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Translation:

Question: So Riddler, you speak multiple languages? Then you should be able to understand this. If yes, tell me in German what you think is so nice and great about Jonathan.

Edward's answer:

[I took the liberty to change the wording of a couple things to basically mean the same thing even if it's not the exact translation. As with most languages, how you say things in German isn't how you'd say it in English. Especially not how Edward would word things, anyway.]

Ahaha-hmm, of course I understand you. Fortunately, my dear Jonathan can't understand us, thus, I can answer your question. What I think is so nice and great about him, hmm...

He's a wonderful cook; I find that his meals are always highly delicious, even if it leaves me puzzled, how he's able to apply correct seasoning without tasting for himself, since the nicotine downright ruined his sense of taste. Even if he can sometimes be quite dumb, he is still very intelligent, and I very much enjoy our discussions. I find that it's incredibly adorable when he gets upset, ahahaha!

Physically, I mean, what's not to like? When it comes to men, I feel rather attracted to the older, more experienced generation. And yes, despite me often harshly admonishing him that he should eat more, I still find his body build quite attractive.

What he'd never admit himself in front of others, is that he certainly can be quite gentle, when he wants to. Now, he doesn't turn into a completely different person when we are alone, but he's since become much more authentic towards me, and vice versa.

Oh, and I think I'll hardly have to mention our activities in the bedroom. To that, I'd just like to add that he's the best I've ever had.

But I think that which I appreciate most about him is his understanding. He tolerates and accepts... well, everything about me, even if it doesn't seem apparent. He helps me with conquering my fears, which - ahahaha! - would be downright embarrassing if someone, who studies fear so intensively, wouldn't be able to manage that. He'd never let it show, but he's a very empathetic person. He... I don't know... He simply makes me... happy.

[jester-step]

just girly things: reading batman: dark victory and feeling nauseous every time harvey dent gets mentioned 🌸🥰💕

[labacamoo]

Based on this. More drawings under the cut.

Full image:

[pinkiemachine]

Hello! I've really enjoyed your work for a while and have a Batman question for you!

How do you feel about Maps?

I HAVE PLANS

I’m just a little nervous to share them because it ties into shipping…

But since someone in the comments asked...

Okay, so, before, during, and/or after Damian's crush on Amythest (link to that full story below) he was going to West-Reeve School and had a group of friends there, including Jon Kent (jus kidding, Jon had a friend group, and Damian just happened to be in it, lol). One of these friends was Mia, aka Maps. Now, like a lot of characters, I haven't gotten around to really truly reading up on Maps as much as I want, so there are a lot of details I'm missing from this story, but what I have so far is:

Maps was always getting caught up in adventures, intentionally or accidentally. She's a bit rambunctious, and very intelligent. For example, she wound up stumbling into a serious criminal case that Damian and Bruce were working on at the time, and she was completely oblivious (like, she was focused on this other thing at the time). Damian was with her during their trip into Metropolis' version of Crime Alley, so he had to protect her from (idk, scarecrow? riddler? whoever, I haven't gotten that far) all while trying to make sure she doesn't notice that he's doing all this karate and parkour and bending over backwards to keep the villains from hurting her. lol. BUT, actually, one day she does notice. One day she puts two and two together and realises that Damian is Robin. She doesn't confront him, though. She actually doesn't tell anyone. Quite frankly, she's a little starstruck at the idea of her classmate being ROBIN, and she doesn't know what to do with that information. She decides to simply keep his secret, for his sake. Imagine if the whole school found out, or worse, Gotham's criminals. But so, to sum up, Dami and Maps are good friends, nothing more.

Eventually, Damian gets kicked out of West-Reeve and starts going to Gotham Academy. Which means he and Maps part ways.

We are now in the depths of high school. I know. Ew. During this time, Damian meets and begins dating Nika, aka Flatline. They have a very exciting, very fun relationship, forged in the heat of youthful passion! Aka, it's cute. But, as time goes on, some of their flaws start cropping up. Like the fact that Damian is beginning to understand what a terrible thing death and killing are, while Nika is actively fascinated by death--drawn to it. She also looks up to Damian's mom for her awesome assassin skills. Also, it begins to become clear that while they do like one another and have fun together, there's not much more to it than that. Nika and Damian both have a hard time communicating their feelings, but after a year of being together, Damian is beginning to want to take the next step, and... Nika isn't.

Valentine's Day. Damian and Nika's first. All of Damian's bat-sibs have been in his ear about how to plan the perfect date--where to go, what to eat, what to wear--they will not shut up about it. In the end, he goes to the trouble of planning out an elaborate date and feels rather proud of himself. He waits at the table for Nika to arrive--since they had agreed to meet at the restaurant--but... she doesn't show. He waits a little longer... he texts her... she still doesn't come and doesn't text. And now he's starting to just feel depressed. He put in a lot of hard work, and she's ghosting him? Why? She's never done that before. It begins to rain outside.

While he's sitting alone at the table, who should approach him but Maps herself, a little older now, and a little more mature. She and her parents are in town for some business stuff her dad's doing and when she spots Damian--out of the manor, alone in the restaurant--she just has to stop and say 'hi.' Well, she ends up saying a lot more than just 'hi.' Damian is happy to see an old friend, and they start talking... and talking some more... there in the cozy restaurant while the rain patters against the windows. Damian is smiling. And laughing. She is too. Then Damian offers to walk Maps home, and they talk a little longer, not wanting the night to end. It's only when they're waving goodbye, and Damian watches that big smile spread across her face and feels his cheeks growing warm that he gets this sinking feeling.

He goes to Dick's house at once, seeking council. It doesn't matter that it's midnight and he's got a baby now, Damian needs to know what just happened and what to do about it. So, tired but sympathetic, Dick lets him in and they talk about the events of the evening. Dick reaffirms what Maps said, "Maybe there's a good reason why Nika didn't show" and that there's no reason to panic. Just take this one day at a time. Nothing truly bad or irreversable has happened yet.

So Damian goes and finds Nika, asking why she flaked on their date, and she says it was an honest mistake. Something (plot) related came up and she forgot to tell Damian that she wouldn't be available anymore. Whoops. So crisis averted. Damian convinces himself that the night with Maps was just two old friends catching up--his relationship with Flatline is fine--and there's nothing to worry about.

Just kidding.

Nika has a few more little incidents after this, like flaking again, or showing up when she wasn't expected (often at inconvenient times) Damian keeps getting frustrated with her, not just because of her seemingly immature behaviour, but also (as stated before) there doesn't seem to be anything truly substancial holding the relationship together besides some rather surface-level things, and Nika is intentionally trying to keep it that way. Eventually, they have a fight where Damian confronts her on this. He just wants to know the real her, he doesn't want just a "fun" relationship. Nika, however, still feels like she isn't ready, and she deflects. She falls back on old habits, she ignores, she retaliates, she tries to make things stay the way they were before, but Damian has outgrown that.

The fight ends bad. They try to make up after, but they have another fight a while later... and then, in a twist, it's Nika who breaks off the relationship. Maybe they could have worked, but... not right now.

When Maps shows up again, it's not as a rebound, don't worry. She shows up as a friend. She's there to console Damian, nothing more. She feels partially responsible for all of this, actually, and regrets any part she played in it, but Damian assures her that this was a long time coming and wasn't her fault. During her visits, they end up talking more, completely just by chance. No pressure, no elaborate dates, just two friends talking. Once Damian is moving on and getting back into his old groove, (aka a brief timeskip) he decides to call up Maps and asks if she would like to hangout.

Not sure how fast I want things to move, or what kinds of challenges they will face as a couple, all I know is... Maps is a serious contender for the title of Mrs. Damian Wayne. I'll leave it at that.

Your thoughts?

Oh, previous stuff about Dami's love life here:

[urdreamydoodles]

Can you write bat villains x someone who use to be a psychologist? And gn please

Bat-Villains x Reader

You used to be a psychologist

Characters: Joker, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Bane, Scarecrow, Two-Face, The Riddler & The Penguin

I hope I did what you hoped. Love you guys, bye ♡

The Joker

- You’ve always known that your choice to leave psychology behind wasn’t entirely your own. It became evident the moment you met him, the infamous Joker, during your stint at Arkham. You were initially his psychologist, drawn into his world by the challenge of untangling his chaotic psyche. But instead of understanding him, you found yourself caught in his web. Your analytical mind fascinated him—your attempts to “fix” him became his favorite game, one that always ended with him flipping the script and dissecting you instead.

- Your former training as a psychologist now feels like a double-edged sword in your relationship. On one hand, it’s the reason he respects you. You’re the one person who can spar with him intellectually, who can try (and sometimes fail) to keep up with the labyrinthine way his mind works. On the other hand, he sees your past profession as an ongoing joke. He’ll mockingly call you “Doc” or ask if you’d like to analyze him, knowing full well that any attempt would end in him exposing your own vulnerabilities instead.

- The Joker revels in pushing your boundaries. He’ll leave Rorschach test cards lying around the hideout, asking for your “professional opinion” with a maniacal grin. He’ll turn every fight or disagreement into a warped therapy session, making you question your own motives and sanity. Yet, there’s a twisted tenderness in the way he values your insight. When he’s planning his next big scheme, he’ll ask for your input—not because he needs it, but because he enjoys the way your mind works.

- You often catch yourself analyzing him even now, despite knowing it’s a futile exercise. But every once in a while, you’ll hit a nerve. When you call out the cracks in his façade, when you pinpoint the rare moments where his chaos feels less calculated and more personal, he’ll grow uncharacteristically quiet. Those are the moments when you see the man beneath the madness, even if only for a fleeting second.

- He loves reminding you that you’ve crossed a line no ethical psychologist ever should. “Falling for your patient, Doc? That’s against the rules,” he’ll say with mock horror. But there’s a glimmer of pride in his eyes because you didn’t just fall for anyone—you fell for him, the one person no one else could ever hope to understand. And in his own twisted way, that makes you his perfect match.

Harleen Quinzel aka. Harley Quinn

- Meeting Harley was like meeting a mirror image of yourself—if the mirror had cracks and glitter smeared all over it. You’d both been psychologists, both lured into the world of Gotham’s rogues by the thrill of understanding the incomprehensible. She was fascinated by the fact that you shared her background, though she couldn’t resist teasing you about being the “goody-goody” version of her.

- Your shared history in psychology becomes a cornerstone of your relationship. You’ll spend hours debating therapeutic techniques, discussing old case studies, or laughing over the absurdity of Freudian theories. Harley loves hearing about your time as a psychologist, often joking that you’re her “normal” counterpart—but deep down, she’s proud that you chose her world over your old one.

- Despite her playful nature, Harley respects your insights in ways few others do. When her insecurities bubble to the surface—whether it’s about her past with the Joker or her struggle to define herself outside of it—she’ll come to you for advice. She values your ability to articulate what she’s feeling when she can’t find the words herself. And while she doesn’t always follow your advice, the fact that she listens at all is a testament to how much she trusts you.

- You sometimes find yourself slipping into “therapist mode” when Harley spirals, but she’s quick to call you out if she feels you’re treating her like a patient instead of a partner. “I’m not sittin’ on your couch, doc,” she’ll say with a pout, before pulling you into a playful wrestling match to lighten the mood. Still, she appreciates your ability to ground her when things get too overwhelming.

- Harley loves that you chose her, knowing full well the risks involved. “You coulda stayed all boring and normal, but you jumped into the deep end with me,” she’ll say with a proud grin. And while your past as a psychologist may have shaped you, she loves that you’ve embraced the chaos of her world without losing the core of who you are.

Pamela Isley aka. Poison Ivy

- Ivy found your past as a psychologist both intriguing and amusing. “A former mind doctor falling for a plant lady,” she’d tease with a sly smirk. “I suppose it’s only natural—plants are easier to understand than people.” But beneath her teasing lies a deep respect for your intelligence and your ability to see the world in ways others can’t.

- Your psychological background often comes into play in your relationship with Ivy. She values your insight when it comes to understanding human nature, a realm she’s often detached from. You help her navigate her complex feelings about humanity—her disdain for their destructive tendencies versus her occasional, begrudging hope that they might change.

- Ivy’s cool, analytical nature contrasts with your warmth, creating a balance that neither of you expected. She’ll often challenge you to apply your psychological theories to her world of plants and ecosystems, delighting in your attempts to bridge the gap between the two. You’ve become her sounding board for her plans, helping her refine her ideas and temper her more extreme impulses.

- There are moments when Ivy grows frustrated with your attempts to analyze her, particularly when you delve into her trauma or question her motives. “Not everything needs a diagnosis,” she’ll snap, her walls going up. But over time, she’s come to appreciate your perspective, even if she doesn’t always show it.

- Ivy loves that you see her as more than just a villain or a force of nature. You see the layers of Pamela Isley beneath Poison Ivy, and that makes her feel truly understood. Your shared bond is rooted in a mutual respect for each other’s intellect and a deep, unspoken trust that neither of you takes for granted.

Bane

- Your relationship with Bane began with mutual curiosity. He was fascinated by your background as a psychologist, viewing your profession as a form of intellectual strength. You, in turn, were drawn to his disciplined mind and the way he combined brute force with strategic brilliance. “You dissect minds; I conquer them,” he’d say with a rare, genuine smile.

- Bane respects your intellect in a way that few others do. He sees your psychological expertise as a weapon, one that complements his physical prowess. He’ll often ask for your insights when planning his strategies, valuing your ability to predict human behavior and anticipate his enemies’ moves.

- Your past as a psychologist also gives you a unique perspective on Bane’s struggles. You understand the toll his dependency on Venom takes on him, both physically and mentally. While he rarely lets his vulnerabilities show, he appreciates your ability to see past his armor and offer support without judgment.

- Bane occasionally challenges you to analyze him, though it’s always on his terms. “Tell me, doctor,” he’ll say with a smirk, “what drives a man to seek strength at all costs?” These moments often turn into deep, philosophical discussions that leave you both with a greater understanding of each other—and yourselves.

- Your relationship with Bane is built on mutual respect and an unshakable trust. He admires your strength, not just as a psychologist but as a person who chose to stand by his side despite the risks. And while he may be the one known for breaking Batman, you’re the one who’s managed to break through his emotional walls, earning a place in his heart that no one else ever could.

Jonathan Crane aka. Scarecrow

- Jonathan Crane was both intrigued and suspicious when he learned of your past as a psychologist. “Another mind eager to probe into fear,” he’d remark, his tone dripping with both mockery and fascination. You, however, weren’t interested in analyzing him, at least not in the traditional sense. Instead, you saw through his bravado to the wounded man behind the Scarecrow.

- Your shared background creates a dynamic of intellectual sparring. Jonathan delights in challenging your understanding of fear, throwing hypothetical scenarios at you to see if you can unravel them. He respects your insights, though he’s quick to remind you that fear, in his eyes, is an art—something that transcends mere psychology.

- Despite his attempts to maintain dominance in your relationship, there are times when Jonathan allows himself to be vulnerable. You’re the only one he trusts to see the cracks in his armor, to hear the stories of his childhood torment without judgment. Your empathetic yet clinical approach soothes him, though he’d never admit it aloud.

- Jonathan often tests your limits, pushing you into scenarios meant to evoke fear. At first, it frustrated you, but over time you came to understand it as his way of sharing his world with you. When you show resilience or even appreciation for his experiments, he’s secretly proud, though his compliments are always wrapped in veiled insults like, “I suppose you’re not as naive as I thought.”

- Your past as a psychologist doesn’t just make you his partner—it makes you his equal. Jonathan loves that you don’t cower before his intellect or his fascination with fear. Instead, you challenge him, forcing him to confront his own insecurities and vulnerabilities, something no one else has dared to do. And though he thrives on fear, you’ve become the one person who doesn’t fear him at all.

Harvey Dent aka. Two-Face

- Harvey Dent was initially wary of your background as a psychologist, fearing you’d see him as just another case study. But your approach was different—you didn’t try to fix him or push him toward integration. Instead, you accepted both sides of him, recognizing the war within and respecting it as part of who he was.

- Your ability to navigate Harvey’s duality sets you apart. You’ve learned to address both Harvey and Two-Face as separate entities, treating them with equal respect. This earns you a rare level of trust from both sides of his fractured psyche. Harvey appreciates your kindness and understanding, while Two-Face values your refusal to dismiss him as the “bad” half.

- Your past profession comes in handy during Harvey’s darker moments. When he spirals, you use your skills to help him regain balance, though it’s always a delicate dance. You never push too hard, knowing that forcing him to confront his trauma could drive him further into chaos. Instead, you offer guidance when he’s ready to hear it, a patience he’s deeply grateful for.

- Two-Face often tests your loyalty, flipping his coin to decide whether you’ve earned his trust. At first, it unnerved you, but over time you came to see it as his way of coping with uncertainty. You’ve even convinced him to let you flip the coin once or twice, a rare display of vulnerability that leaves Harvey quietly amazed.

- Harvey loves that you don’t pity him or try to change him. You see the man he was, the villain he’s become, and everything in between, and you accept it all. Your background as a psychologist gives you the tools to navigate his complexities, but it’s your unwavering loyalty that makes you indispensable to him.

Edward Nygma aka. The Riddler

- Edward Nygma couldn’t resist testing you when he learned of your background as a psychologist. “A mind-reader, are we?” he’d sneer, throwing riddles your way to see if you were as clever as he hoped. When you solved his puzzles with ease, his skepticism turned to fascination. You were a challenge, and he loved every second of it.

- Your relationship with Edward revolves around intellect. He thrives on your ability to keep up with him, often dragging you into his elaborate schemes just to see how you’ll react. Your psychological training gives you a unique edge in solving his riddles, something he alternately admires and resents.

- Edward often uses your past profession as fodder for his own ego. He’ll mockingly ask if you’re trying to analyze him, only to turn the tables and psychoanalyze you instead. Yet, there are moments when he lets his guard down, asking for your insight on his compulsions and insecurities. He values your honesty, even if it stings.

- Your shared love of puzzles and problem-solving creates a bond unlike any other. Edward delights in creating challenges specifically for you, riddles designed to test your wit and emotional intelligence. When you solve them, he’s genuinely impressed, though he’ll grumble about needing to “up his game.”

- Edward loves that you don’t see him as just a criminal or a narcissist. Your past as a psychologist allows you to see the layers beneath his arrogance—the insecurities, the need for validation, the brilliance he feels the world constantly underestimates. And in return, he gives you his loyalty, a rare gift from a man who trusts so few.

Oswald Cobblepot aka. The Penguin

- Oswald Cobblepot was immediately intrigued by your background as a psychologist. To him, it was a sign of power—not physical strength, but the ability to control and manipulate others with your mind. He saw your potential as an asset, but what he didn’t expect was how deeply he’d come to care for you.

- Your relationship with Oswald is built on mutual respect. He admires your intellect and your ability to read people, often seeking your advice on how to handle rivals or navigate the treacherous waters of Gotham’s criminal underworld. You, in turn, appreciate his cunning and his ability to turn every disadvantage into an opportunity.

- Oswald occasionally uses your past as a psychologist to his advantage, asking you to “profile” his enemies or predict their moves. While you’re happy to help, you’ve set boundaries, refusing to let your skills be used for outright manipulation. Surprisingly, he respects this, though he’ll grumble about it being “bad for business.”

- Despite his tough exterior, Oswald has moments of vulnerability that only you get to see. He trusts you to understand the pain and rejection that shaped him, the insecurities he hides behind his bravado. Your psychological insight helps you navigate these moments, offering comfort without making him feel weak.

- Oswald loves that you see him as more than just the Penguin. Your past as a psychologist allows you to understand his complexities in ways no one else does, but it’s your unwavering loyalty that truly wins his heart. With you by his side, he feels invincible—both as a crime lord and as the man he is underneath.

[finniestoncrane]

Could you perchance write for Zero Year Eddie + learning to love soft touches/cuddles? I know in other version written by Snyder, he doesn’t like to be touched (Batman 23.2, namely) probs bc of trauma from being touched mostly unkindly all his life. Also love your work!! Thank you 💗💗

Capullo!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 600 ok i know i write him like the piece of shit he is but i'm sorry i also think he deserves soft love and kindness so i absolutely love the idea of him learning to enjoy soft touches and snuggles and kisses URGH💚 request info ��� prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: mostly fluff with a little bit of sex referenced, do you cringe at babycakes as a petname? i do. but i kept it in here, because that's just the kind of bean he is unfortunately

Edward dropped himself heavily onto the mattress with a thud, a deep sigh pouring out over his lips as he caught his breath. The aftermath of his feral lovemaking had caught up to him, and you could tell he was trying to regulate himself as his pale chest rose and fell, the tiny tuft of red hair in the centre drifting upwards and then back down as you watched in delight. And without thinking about it, you reached out and placed your palm against it, only to have Edward's fingers quickly curling around your wrist and lifting you away.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm... resting my hand on you."

"Well, don't. It's suspicious."

You didn't have to ask the question, the raised eyebrow and confused grimace were enough to encourage him to continue.

"I don't like to be touched. You know that. You're in my personal space."

"You were just very much in my personal space."

"That's different?"

"Different how?"

He stopped for a minute, the gears in his head grinding to a halt as he failed to find a suitable answer to your actually quite easy question. But then, as per usual, he found his words.

"Because I'm in control then. I'm on top... You can't sneak attack me or hurt me when I'm weighing you down and have your wrists pinned above your head."

It was a fair point, annoyingly. But that didn't mean it was valid.

"Edward, why are you so sure I'll hurt you?"

"Because everyone does, babycakes. Everyone wants to. That's how powerful I am."

Every fibre of your being urged you to make a sarcastic comment, to roll your eyes at his ego which was able to stick it's chest out even in the face of overwhelming negative response to his very person. But that would only make the next step harder. How could you convince him to be vulnerable if you were going to mock him relentlessly at every turn?

"You know, it's a skill. Learning to open up. Learning to be loved."

"You learn it?"

Hook. Line. Sinker. If he thought he was missing out on something of educational value, on knowledge, then you knew it would be too difficult to resists.

"Of course! It's a learned skill to suppress the notion to fight out against it and to take it with kindness. Trusting someone is difficult, but if anyone can master it then-"

"I can."

He lifted your hand and placed it back on top of his chest, taking in a deep breath and trying to calm his oh so obvious nerves. You could feel his heartbeat against your palm, but you decided to push on. Like pushing a kid into a pool and letting them struggle, the fear might help him develop his skillset a little bit faster.

His entire body flinched when you leaned forward and kissed his bare arm. The miniscule muscle, built up from carrying his ridiculously heavy cane, tensed immediately, but relaxed as your fingers soothed over his chest, tracing wide, slow circles around the patch of fiery red hair that had drawn you in originally.

it was clear that he was trying to keep his breathing quiet, but you could feel his body moving, working hard to keep himself calm. With a slight tremble in his voice he spoke up.

"How am I doing?"

With a deep breath of your own, you curled in closer to him, your free arm wrapping around his back, fingers lacing themselves into the shaggy hair at the nape of his neck. His chest rumbled, almost as though he were purring with affection.

"You're doing great, Eddie. Someone as amazing as you? You'll have this mastered in no time."

[skyblueyboo]

My version of E.Nygma.

I tried to make the back of the suit have a different color, texture and drawings like Riddler Gorshin's had. (I can't find the screenshot but I remember seeing it in the movie when he takes off his jacket during a meeting with Penguin, Catwoman and Joker.)

The shoes were inspired by Riddler Jim, but I made some changes so the green part looks like a question mark. I think the third drawing shows more what I wanted to do.

I wanted the main color of his costume to be purple to give it a fresh look. I don't know, I was always curious how he would look in purple. I had drawn that costume before but with the Riddler BTAS.

I was thinking of making a version of the same suit but poorly designed, to show the advancement of his sewing skills during his criminal career, but I got lazy.

I love to think that he learned to sew, he has his own roll of green fabric with a question mark on it, his purple sewing machine, full of design papers on the desk and loose on the floor.

I didn't like how the last design came out, I feel like purple and green are fighting to be the main color, it could have been better but I don't know how to improve it. lol

[microwavesaferat]

What videogames the Batfam play, I will take absolutely zero criticism.

Bruce

- Mortal Combat

- Explicitly the old arcade cabinet version.

- He sometimes copies moves from the games.

- Claims it's good for improving instincts.

Dick

- Tony Hawk's Pro Skater

- Played all of the Pro Skater games as they came out.

- The sort of person to try and launch themselves halfway across the map.

- Tried to get Tim to show him how to skate, didn't go well (he broke his nose trying to do a trick).

- Despite being an accomplished acrobat, it hasn't transferred well to doing skateboard tricks.

Jason

- The sort of guy to play Doom Eternal and Animal Crossing religiously.

- He will be sitting on the sofa, with unbridled rage on his face while he stares at a switch. Everyone thinks he's struggling with a stage in Doom (it was Animal Crossing, Tom Nook can go fuck himself).

- Has dipped from patrol before cause he realises it was a Sunday and had to sell his turnips before midnight (he will not change the time, that's cheating).

Tim

- Portal 1 and 2

- The puzzles aren't exactly difficult for him, especially after he's completed the game so many times, so now he speedruns the game, seeing what he can exploit.

- Constantly switching between no. 1 and 2 on the leaderboards (the other person he's switching with is actually the Riddler, he was allowed 1 video game in Arkham).

- Managed to rig up controls so he can play multiplayer by himself.

Damian

- Has no such time for childish wastes of time!

- How dare you assume he would sully his mind with such trivial acts!

- I mean really, he spends his time pursuing actually meaningful stimulation such as reading or research.

- It's Pokémon.

- He wanted to play Doom after seeing Jason play it, but he's like 12.

- He has played every single Pokémon game and knows all the meta.

- He has qualms with the idea of animal fighting, but Dick told him that Pokémon like to fight, like how dogs and cats will play fight.

Barbara

- Any of those CCTV horror games.

- Since her work as Oracle, these games are a piece of cake, so she plays them while doing other stuff, just in the background.

- She has completed Fnaf UCN 50/20 mode multiple times now, sometimes while monitoring the Bats in patrol.

Stephanie

- Sims

- She has made all the family and the rogues in the Sims.

- She has made Bruce and Clark 'woohoo' multiple times.

- When someone pisses her off, she will torture them in the Sims and send footage to the group chat.

- Tim has been locked in a 1x1 room for 3 weeks now (he still doesn't know what he did) (he didn't bring her anything from Batburger when he went).

Cassandra

- Story-based games like What Remains of Edith Finch and Life is Strange.

- Any competitive game is out of the questions as it's too easy to read her component. She has beaten Bruce at MK soooo many times.

- Like these games cause she finds it half way between reading a book and watching a soap-opera at times.

- Doesn't need to "be the best" as there isn't a goal, so she can just relax and enjoy herself.

- Also likes playing DDR with Duke.

Duke

- Beatsaber

- In training for We Are Robin, he used several rhythm games to improve his reaction time as it's a good way to practice without actually getting into danger.

- Absolutely dominates at DDR with the Batfam, like him and Cass will be at an arcade and it'll be like one of those scenes from a movie where they switch sides, do tricks, and are so in sync, it's insane.

- Beatsaber is fun cause he will project it in front of him as well to physically hit the blocks. He needs VR when he can just make it exist.

- The others swear he uses his powers to cheat at it cause he's so much better than the rest of them (he does on occasion when one of them annoys him).

Alfred

- Master Bruce, I do not have time to play video games and have no such interest. These things are for the younger generation anyway.

- Bloodborne.

[riddle-me-ri]

Is Edward's birthday in April? (I dont know, I've been seeing posts)

If so, Celebrating Ed's birthday headcannons with all the Ed's??

Pretty Please?

-🥔

a/n: I won't lie potato I was just as confused as you are when I saw all the happy birthday riddler post on my dashboard, lol. As far as I know, only a few versions of Riddler have a set birthday, but the riddler himself as a comic book character alone doesn't have a set birthday as far as I can tell. BUT it must be his birthday one of these days so may as well do some headcanons regardless lol

Celebrating The Riddlers' Birthdays Headcanons

Arkhamverse Riddler: 

Likely doesn't even remember his own birthday.

Doesn't stop you from trying to remind him though-

You surprised him in what little area made up the common room with a round cake with question marks iced all around it. 

Ed stammered at first before inquiring what the cake was for. 

He's surprised when you tell him it's for his birthday...a day he's long forgotten about.

There is a beat of vulnerability as Ed's face softens at your genuine gesture...

Until he sharply claimed he doesn't have time for silly festivities, even for an imperative birthday like his own...

But he walks away with your handmade cake in tow...atleast you got a bite of the cake batter

Dano/Reevesverse Riddler: 

 Edward's birthdays were often very quiet mundane occasions. 

He would go about his normal routine and maybe at lunch or by the time he got home from work...he'd remember it was his birthday. 

You had plans to try and make the occasion more special for him...

It was nothing grand or over the top..but when he got home from work you had food in the oven, a few cupcakes on the table, along with a handmade card and a wrapped present. 

To say Ed was surprised was an understatement, barely even stammering out his gratitude before you wished him a happy birthday. 

Gotham Riddler: 

Despite the extra wide grin on his face, everyone is far too busy to acknowledge his special day…that is assuming anyone knew it anyway. 

Ed settles for the fact that his colleagues forgot…again…and that it will just be an ordinary day…again.

Until you show up, with a cupcake that had a green question mark drawn in icing hidden behind your back.

You repeat a riddle that you spent all of yesterday and last night repeating to ensure you got it right for this very moment. 

When Ed answers with ease, you reveal the prize to be the cupcake. 

Ed's smile from earlier that morning slowly grows back on his face. 

BTAS Riddler: 

Out of most of the other Riddlers, he likely has acquaintances and friends that at most will wish him a happy birthday.

From other rogues, to past henchmen, many acknowledge the man’s special day…

While he does appreciate the gesture, he can’t help but feel preoccupied with his latest scheme.

It’ll likely be up to you to get him to stop working and actually enjoy himself…

Which does work as he opts to spending his special day with you and reminiscing on how far he’s come.

Zero Year/Capullo Riddler:

Honestly not too sure about this Riddler lol

Either he makes his birthday everyone’s problem or he doesn’t care all that much..

Considering he makes himself everyone’s problem anyway... 

And he’s a natural nuisance without the imperativeness of his birthday..

Ed will act aloof to any celebratory gesture you make…

But he can’t help but feel a little amused by it, deep, deep down.

Telltale Riddler:

At his age, he couldn’t care less about birthdays, let alone his own. 

It’s just another day for him, he’s lost count and doesn’t care about keeping track. 

Even though with every passing year, the weight of exhaustion does get heavier and heavier. 

Some days, he does wish he was an ordinary man…perhaps he could finally be at peace and actually achieve eternal happiness…

You do make the day less heavy and seem more uplifting…

Whether that’s by giving him a gift, doing him a small extra favor or a sweet birthday pastry. 

You do make the special day…more tolerable. 

Young Justice Riddler: 

For Eddie, it seems that most people especially ignore him on his birthday. 

Oftentimes he wonders why he should even care if no one else does…

He tries to ignore it, tries to just tough it out and not make such a big deal that…no one seems to care and it kinda hurts his feelings. 

That is until he hears you sweetly wish him a happy birthday and give him a small hug-

All of a sudden this day just became the best birthday ever and it only gets better when you suggest hanging out together to celebrate the occasion.

[starkool]

kokichi ouma... nsfw hcs... pweaaase...

ur brave, ill give u that. I also had to do research if kokichi is actually of age, but google says he's 20 years old (But he fails to graduate so he's a senior) so... i'll trust that one.

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I'm gonna be honest, i haven't touched danganronpa in awhile, but something i am for sure is true, is that he's a sadistic little fucker.

(All 3 descriptors being the truth)

Due to his sadistic personality, you talked to him about safe words, and set one up. Contrary to popular belief (if there's any), he actually listens to and memorizes these talks to a fault.

Even if he teases you relentlessly to the point you might cry, makes fun of you while you're struggling to do something, embarrass you infront of people, he does care about you. A lot.

Because let's be real, he is NOT that lovey dovey of a person, especially in public. He's still cruel and a liar, no matter how we look at him.

And you dating him is like a 'go ahead' for him to use you to his entertainment. To the point your friends comment about how your relationship with him seems toxic to them. But he is kinda nice. However you define the word 'nice', that is.

But aside all of that, let's get back on track. Going along the toxic gossip train, he's really into teasing, and pushing you to your limits.

(^) Meaning that he has a thing for places where you two could easily get caught at. Public bathrooms, when everyone is out of class, etc.

Even if you're loud or not, it really depends on his mood if he wants to make sure everyone hears what you're doing and who's doing it to you, or if he forces you to stay quiet, just to watch you struggle because of him.

(^) Watching you struggle fuels his sadism, so he practically watches you with eagle eyes if you catches the slightest hint of you struggling because of something he's doing, or he's ultimately the cause of.

He would do anything just to achieve his twisted desires. But as i said, no matter how 'toxic' he seems and is, he does care for you, so he does ask you about your opinion... in his own 'kokichi' type of way.

(^) By that i mean is him turning into The Riddler and not going to say it straight up, only speaking in riddles and leaving the figuring out part to you OR he'll tell you, but in a way he isn't there. (Ex. A random letter being shoved into your dorm/apartment/house/etc. door, and not knowing who it's from until you recognize the writing and the very bad grammar.)

Okay but in all seriousness, aside from my own toxic version of Kokichi, he's into bondage for sure (both recieving and giving, but ill go further into this later), some parts of BDSM, but not fully. He thinks it's 'Weird and unsanitary. And i definitely wouldn't act like an animal or a child for... sex!' -His words.

I think he would actually be pretty kinky aside the ones he deems 'disgusting' (Ex. Piss kinks, feet fetishes, arousal from weather) but he is very willing to experiment with his lover.

Aside from bondage, he likes sensory depravation. He'll tie your eyes up with whatever cloth he can find that can fit around your head, and have enough leftover to actually tie it around your head.

He absolutely goes wild if you decide to tease him with lingerie. Especially in public. If you have a wild kinky side, he would be more than happy and inclined to explore with you.

Remember when i said that i'll go further into the top/bottom topic? Well, here i am. So thing is, he's a switch, everyone knows that, but he really dosen't bottom without a fight. And by fight i mean a huge fight, he dosen't and wouldn't let you top unless you actually beat him at his mind games or... whatever they are. You never actually knew.

Or when he's tired or just dosen’t have any energy to top but he's horny as all hell and needs immediate release.

But mostly he tops. No questions asked. But if you manage to surprise him with something that throws him off guard and you take the upper-hand... he actually turns into a submissive mess.

Because no matter how tough, toxic and shitty he acts, he's really a big submissive.

He definitely likes to recieve blowjobs from you, and giving you blowjobs/eating you out aswell.

He's a little shit, but a small part of him does want you to be satisfied with him, it reassures him of his abilities to make you feel good and that you need him. (non sexually)

Degrading is something he likes to give, but not recieve. You once degraded him during sex while you were too into it, and he immedieatly got you to stop, and ignored you straight up for a good few hours. If you're lucky.

Worst case scenario you wouldn't hear from him for a few days.... weeks.

But later he'll come back, and that's how you learned that he can do shit, but you cannot do it back. You felt it was unfair, but you did fall in love with his goblin looking ass... so you have no choice but to deal with him.

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I had 0 idea what to do for him and its so obvious... ive kept rambling on and on about him being a damn sadist😭 sorry guys, but i havent been in the fandom nor watched/played the games in YEARS. Im solely going off from desperate memory...

[riddler-rat]

What’s your fav version of riddler?

Ohhhh I love this Question🛐

I have a lot of favs, for many different reasons but here are some of my top ones

I really like the design and story of both the arkham game riddler (especially Arkham knight) and zero year riddler

I mean look at him

And same goes for these ones

Arkham Assault Riddler:

Deathstroke (2016) Issue #25:

Year of the Villain:

Batman (2011) Annual 4:

The Flash #51:

Batman killing time:

Dark knights metal:

Gotham Tv show

New 52 apologist

Anddddd I could go on but I think those are my top ones 😭🙏(and also the Riddler from the Podcasts and from the Farm commercial ad)

[caesariawritesstuff]

could i please get a single rose 🌹 + 💋 with any version of the riddler ( dealers choice ig )

with the reader being a vigilante ( who has got a catwoman and batman vibe going with riddle boy )

but she’s been kidnapped by another rouge ( once again dealers choice ) and riddler finds her to go save her and confesses his love for her after she questions why he saved her

inspo prompts

“ since when did you ever care about me ?! “ since fucking forever, you idiotic dunce “

i also just wanna say your such an amazing writer i reread C&M anytime i’ve had a remotely bad day and ik you’re gonna do so much better than i could imagine on this prompt !! ( p.s i hope you have an amazing day (:

Trapped

Summary: Edward comes to your rescue, leading to a declaration of love.

Word Count: 1.8k

Content Warning: Gunfire, mention of drugs and blood

A/N: Ahhh anon, thank you so much for your kind words! They truly mean the world to me! 🥰 I hope you enjoy!

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

It was supposed to be a simple job. You’d been tracking the merchandise – illegal weapons and drugs – that Two-Face had been smuggling into the city for some time now. As a vigilante yourself, you’d spent the last several months taking down some of Gotham’s smaller operations – but this one was the biggest one yet. The one chance you had to really cripple Two-Face’s operation and finally put the bastard behind bars.

Or, at least, it was supposed to be.

You’d done everything right. Kept to the shadows, remembered your training, moved as silent as a mouse, creeping through the warehouse as you kept your eyes pinned to the goons who patrolled the cramped halls. One by one, you’d taken them down with ease, knocking them unconscious and dragging their bodies out of view. It wasn’t even hard – it wasn’t even a challenge. The idiotic goons didn’t even realize what was happening before you’d finally knocked out the last one. All that’d been left was to destroy the merchandise with one of your exploding gadgets, a small controlled bomb, and you’d be out of here.

So when you went to inspect the giant pile of guns and weapons and bags of drugs – what you didn’t count on was the ambush from Two-Face and three other men. Two-Face had immediately put his gun to your head, and your heart dropped into your stomach, the blood chilling in your veins. You were outnumbered, with too many guns trained on you and nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

That was how you found yourself now: tied to a chair, wrists bound tightly behind your back, the thick rope cutting into your suit. Even though the suit created a nice barrier from it rubbing into your skin, there was still pain radiating up through your arm from how tight it was. Your ankles were bound, too. Blood trickled down your chin, your lip bloodied and swollen. Two-Face hit you with his gun, making you see stars when it happened, and you were still reeling from the impact of the blow. The world swayed around you, and you blinked, trying to clear your vision from the shadows creeping along at the edge.

Can’t pass out, you said to yourself, over and over again. The last thing you needed was to lose consciousness in front of Two-Face and his men.

They’d regrouped, patrolling the warehouse again, and Two-Face was standing a few feet away, a gun held tight in his scarred hand as he barked orders to the rest of his men. You tilted your head back, groggy, the taste of blood filling your mouth. You swallowed down the copper taste and looked around at the warehouse: okay, there was no way out of here. Not when you were bound like this. You frowned, your brows furrowing, anger rushing through your veins. You weren’t normally the type to be the damsel in distress, but right now, you could really use a hero.

The thought made you shudder. You might be a vigilante yourself, but you wouldn’t call yourself a hero. Not the way Batman and Robin and the rest were. You just liked taking down the corrupt criminals and trying to make Gotham a safer place – even if that meant taking down the one man you had, strangely, found yourself not wanting to take down at all.

Edward Nigma, the Riddler, was that man.

You’d met him one night when saving a poor civilian from trying to steal one of his trophies, and was almost killed in the process. The Riddler had come on the screen and laughed at you for your valiant, yet nonsensical, efforts. He called you an idiot for saving the civilian and not letting natural selection run its course.

You’d smirked at the screen. “And you think you’re so clever?” you’d asked.

He’d smirked back. “Of course I am, my dear. Unlike you’ve ever seen.”

That was how it started with him – this strange push and pull, this back and forth. Whenever you crossed paths, there was a simmering tension thick in the air between you two. And, as it seemed, he was the one man, the one criminal, you could not bring yourself to take to the GCPD, no matter how many times you had him in your grasp. There was something strangely charismatic about him, and you found you couldn’t pull yourself away from him.

But…well, none of that mattered right now. Not while your life was on the line.

You lifted your eyes, once more finding Two-Face pacing back and forth in the room. He was mumbling something to one of his men that you couldn’t hear from your spot. But you had a feeling that you wouldn’t be leaving here alive – not without a miracle.

Dammit, you thought, cursing under your breath. How could you be so careless? How could you get yourself in this situation? The question rippled through your mind, frustrating you to no end. How were you going to get out of here trapped like this?

Squeezing your eyes shut, you counted to ten. Told yourself it was going to be okay, that you would make it out of here alive, that nothing was going to happen. You were going to get out of here and—

Gunfire.

It made you snap your head up just in time to hear it echo from down the warehouse. Screams suddenly erupted from the men patrolling as everyone out, panicked, desperate to see what the commotion was. It was chaos, and the blood chilled in your veins as you sat, your own panic crawling up your throat. More shouts and gunfire rang throughout your ears, and you strained in your seat to see what was going on – but within minutes, all the gunfire stopped. The screeching of tires and smell of burnt rubber filled the quiet space, as if someone had peeled out of the parking lot in a hurry.

And then there was silence. Deafening silence.

Before footsteps pattered against the concrete. But when you looked back up, it wasn’t Two-Face or his men at all.

It was the Riddler.

He stood on the other side of the warehouse in his green suit and bowler hat, a pistol in his white-knuckled grip. A speck of crimson stained the white collar of his undershirt. A look of pure rage and madness filled his eyes, and your heart leapt into your throat at the sight of him.

“…are you going to kill me?” you asked. The first to speak.

“Of course not,” he spat, walking towards you.

“Then why are you here?” you asked. Just the sight of him made every single part of you alight with warmth and desire – a desire you couldn’t control, or even want to control.

One of his brows quirked. “Do you really think anything goes on in this city without me knowing about it?”

“Then what are you doing here?” you asked.

He studied you for a moment, a curious look in his eyes as he finally reached you. Sweat beaded on his brow and up into his hairline. The intensity of his stare made you look away.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked with a smirk. “I’m here to rescue you, my dear damsel in distress.”

That made you scoff. “Seems like you’re doing more gloating than rescuing.”

“I do quite enjoy the gloating,” he said, his smirk growing. “But you do seem to have gotten yourself into a predicament.”

“I was handling it,” you mumbled.

He eyed you. “You call this ‘handling it’?”

That made your cheeks flushed. “I’m handling it,” you said again, though the lie was thick on your tongue.

“Mhm,” he murmured with a click of his tongue.

“Why are you even here?” you demanded, not wanting to fool around anymore.

“I told you: nothing happens in this city without me knowing.”

“So you were watching me?” you asked.

“I prefer to call it keeping surveillance.”

“Like a weirdo stalker,” you said. The words made you flush.

Redness crawled up his throat. “No. it’s not like that at all. It—”

“Then what is it like?” you cried. “Because from where I’m sitting, you’ve started a war with Two-Face for what? It’s not like you’ve ever cared before—”

His eyes narrowed into slits. “Of course I care.”

“Since when did you ever care about me?” you scoffed out.

“Since fucking forever, you idiotic dunce!” he cried, throwing his hands into the air.

His words made you pause as warmth ignited in your bloodstream. Your throat tightened as you looked up at him for a long moment. “I didn’t think you were capable of caring,” you whispered, your voice a low murmur.

He shot you a look. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.”

A beat of silence passed as you considered the weight of his words. Maybe he was right – there were so many layers to him that you hadn’t even begun to peel back. You remained quiet as he dropped to his knees and pulled out a pocket knife to begin cutting the ropes from your wrists and ankles with a smooth, fluid motion.

“Then why save me at all?” you asked quietly.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he replied.

You weren’t sure what he was trying to say, but you only knew how you felt. Only knew what was going on inside of you, and how you felt about him.

“I…” you said, but trailed off your words.

He scowled and shot to his feet, spinning around as he placed his hands on the back of his head. You stood up, looking around, mouth tightening into a thin line.

“Why…Edward?” you asked, using his name.

That made him turn, like you’d unlocked something inside of him, his breath hitching as he faced you head on. “Isn’t it obvious, idiot?” he muttered. “I…love you. Ever since our first meeting, I’ve always loved you.”

That fateful day flashed through your mind, heart beating like a wild drum as the words died on your tongue. But your heart beat for him in the same way. It always had.

He studied you. “Every time we’ve talked, every time we’ve danced around each other, I can’t help the way you make me feel. And I’m sick of not telling you, so when I saw you were taken by Dent, I…I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.”

You smiled, walking back up to him, and pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him with a soft shush. His eyes widened as you pressed your lips to his. He pulled away for a moment, as if in shock, before leaning forward again to eagerly kiss you. His lips were rough and hard against your own, but when you pulled away, he was smiling.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, and pulled his lips back to yours once more.

[justficsiguess]

I guess I'm just gonna post all of my daydream scenarios lol. Another batfam one!

(I'm turning this into a longer fic here)

tw: feelings of inadequacy, memory loss

So. You wake up, no idea where you are or what's going on. No memories of who you are or your life before this.

The people who call themselves your family try everything to get you to remember, show you around the mansion where you apparently live, showing you different trophies that are everywhere in your (admittedly, very beautiful) room, explaining to you how and when you won them, pointing at pictures hoping you'll remember where they were taken... But, nothing.

They even tell you about the vigilante stuff! They try throwing stuff at you and seeing if your reflexes still work subconsciously (you get hit in the face with a lot of pillows, Damian has to be stopped from throwing knives multiple times). Don't you remember when you solved the Riddlers puzzles with Batman? When you and Nightwing took down Poison Ivy? ...Nothing sounds familiar? You lost your memories after being hit by a weird ray gun from a new villain, they haven't been able to figure out exactly how it works yet...

When none of that works they try stuff that they think might upset you, but it's the only thing left. How you lost your family before being taken in by Bruce and joining your new family, becoming a vigilante to stop other kids from losing their parents in the same way as you. Unsurprisingly, that doesn't ring any bells whatsoever. They show you pictures of your old family, and... you think you remember them? But not dead, not gone, you get flashes of going grocery shopping with them, looking older than they were when they died, apparently? How can that be...? After that, most of your memories return pretty quickly. You don't belong here.

You all figure out together that apparently you didn't just lose your memory, you switched places with the version of you that actually belongs to this universe! It's nice knowing what happened and that they might be able to figure out a way to switch back with their version of you, to get you home, but it also hurts.

Looking more closely at the other-you's life, it's pretty close to everything you've ever dreamed of... Having hobbies you've always wanted to have but never had the time and/or money for (they can play so many instruments, they dance, etc), a close friend group, maybe even a relationship, even their room is decorated exactly how you'd decorate it if you had the space and money! And all of their achievements... Graduated top of the class, got a scholarship to college, trophies for all sorts of sports. Basically everything you could think of, they excelled in.

You start sleeping in one of the guestrooms.

It's awkward, answering the other-you's family's questions about your life. What are your hobbies? Oh, um, nothing much, mostly I just go to work I guess... What's your job? Do you like it? Uhm, well, it's nothing important or groundbreaking or anything, but I guess there's worse ones! I mean, especially considering that I dropped out of university... Ok, well, what about your friends? Family? Friends? Um, I mean I get along with some of my coworkers, but I wouldn't really call them friends... And my family is just a normal family, I guess?

Needless to say, they want their helpful, smart, wonderful family member back. And you get it, they don't know you, you're a stranger to them! But, after they're able to contact the other-you (unable to bring them back yet, but their memories came back as well and they started working on something similar to the Batfam, which makes it so they can at least talk to each other for now), you find out that they're doing better in your life than you ever did. They got a better job or re-enrolled in university, show way more motivation and discipline than you ever did for anything in your life... The worst part is, they couldn't tell your parents that they're not you, they'd never believe them! So your parents are of the opinion that the mysterious accident is the best thing that ever happened to you! Sure, it was rough at first, but look at you now! Finally making something out of yourself, they couldn't be prouder!

So you're just stuck knowing that both families prefer the other-you, the better-you, smart-you, vigilante-you... Sure, maybe your parents would want you back if they knew it wasn't actually you who was achieving all of these things, but still, now you know they really were disappointed in you, that you weren't living up to their expectations...

[The other-you is having a rough time as well, though. Imagine suddenly remembering that the people you've been living with after your accident/memory-loss are dead where you're from, and you can't even tell them that! You missed them so much, but it's been so long they're strangers to you now... You try to get your mind off of it, work hard, etc, but everyone acts like that's so unlike you and doesn't seem like something you would have done before? You don't know them, they don't know you, you missed them so much, you'll have to lose them all over again. The other version of you seems mad at you for changing your life even though you think it's better now than what they had before.]

[britishsquidward]

I don't know a lot about The Batman (2022) or its relevant media, but I saw @gl1tchr's post, and it got me thinking about a little maybe-idea that I said before, but I think I'll elaborate on a bit better here.

Namely colour symbolism with Paul Dano's Riddler - as it currently stands, this Riddler is only one kind of green all over, almost this more grey-hinted, olive colour, and gl1tchr wondered in the post whether or not Riddler would gain any purple to his colouring in the next film.

So I thought about this, because if he changes his outfit, it would probably be deliberate for whatever reason. New change, perhaps, but adding a whole new colour too seems like it could be a good opportunity for some motifs! As such, the addition of purple specifically was interesting because yes that is the other colour associated with the Riddler, but who else can purple be associated with? The Joker.

We saw that whole "friend" riddle when (who I presume is) Joker is trying to get through to Edward, which he seemingly does, given his reaction, so what if the addition of purple to the Riddler costume ends up being representative of Joker's influence, steering him further from what he thought he was and more into what we know the Riddler as, more classically? Almost like how Joker does with Harley in other versions, except tweaked for this, of course.

The purple could be his newfound flamboyancy, his different confidence, his new muse. If the Batman doesn't want him, perhaps this new person does - he even stoops to converse with him in riddle, after all! What more could Edward possibly want?

Joker is probably going to steer him down a much worse path but it would be interesting to see Edward get more and more "Riddler-like" as it were (in terms of what's generally associated with him, as we can all agree Naston is rather different from what is usually presented of him at surface value) as a result, which would probably drift him further away from Batman.

In which case, perhaps the green will lose its murk, too, and it'll become brighter, more reminiscent of the character's costumes from other versions, essentially losing the "darkness" factor (black or grey or however you want to look at it), because in this scenario, the "darkness" is representative of Batman, or his belief/trust in him (also works since those are Batman's main colours). His outfit growing more saturated and brighter would essentially be his realising that he liked the version of Batman he had created in his head rather than the one that actually prowls Gotham at night.

I assume Joker is going to manipulate/leave him? So that will probably have some effect too, perhaps the change/addition of multiple question marks which partly may be his "confusion" at the way people keep doing this to him, not knowing who to trust, that he's an enigma, etc. (this may also be when he finally changes his name to Edward Nigma - Nygma? - because he's finally found his identity), but also his finally solidifying who the Riddler is and that he's his own person and no longer needs to work alongside someone, giving him that independence, for better or for worse. He's intelligent, tricky, and having finally figured out he can rely on himself and no-one else, he's more dangerous a force than ever. He is the Riddler, and he finally knows what that means.

Again, I'm no expert on the 2022 film, so I could be off the mark entirely, but it was just an idea I thought I'd elaborate on.