#wrote this in a frenzy so enjoy this barely edited yet passionate drabble

[acapelladitty]

can you write about the riddler being OBSESSED with the reader? pls and thank you also i love ur writing :) <3

He knew that she was the one.

From the moment his eyes landed on her as she offered him a wide smile before disappearing into the apartment block across from his own, he knew that she was the one.

It was a smile which burned itself to his memory in an instant and her mailbox gave him everything he needed to begin his courtship.

Name.

Apartment number.

Interests.

A regular supply of mail from various Gotham charities which she supported found their way into her mailbox and he could appreciate her naivety. She wanted to help this city as much as he did, even if her methods were amusingly foolish. He could forgive that. One day soon he would show her the right way to save this city and she would understand that his way was better.

This city was too far gone for charity but his work would do what philanthropy could not.

His observations of the Iceberg Lounge were necessary, every event of note itemised down in his journals, but he often found his eyes wandering to the nearby clock, ticking down the minutes until she would be due to arrive home from her minimum-wage job.

Ticking down the minutes until he could find some excuse to traverse the miserable street below in hopes of just a little interaction with her.

A simple taste to tide himself over until the next time. Her perfume was sweet, the scent not something he could easily place but it made his mouth water as he pictured tasting it on her skin.

His work was dangerous and he couldn't risk bringing her into his crusade just yet. However, that didn't seem to stop her trying to convince him to give her more of his time and he couldnt believe how desperate she seemed for his attentions.

He could see it in the way she sometimes locked eyes with him as he walked past her. The way her gaze dropped coquettishly to the floor, eyelashes batting at him as her fingers lingered on the front door to her building.

Inviting him.

Tempting him.

Despite her teasing, he was a patient man and he enjoyed playing their little game. Particularly when he got to use his surveillance equipment to take their fun to the next level when the sun dipped below the horizon.

His apartment was in a perfect position to see into her bedroom and he admired just how much performative talent his love possessed. How her fingers trailed teasingly across her clothes as she slowly peeled them off for him; exposing every inch of her perfect body in a show of sensuality which would shame any of the whores he watched crawl to and from the Iceberg Lounge only a few hundred yards away.

Only once, she had pushed him to the absolute edge of his resolve. Her hands had opened her bedroom window, an invitation he was unable to ignore as his sights snapped to her, and her naked frame had dropped to the end of her bed -the only end which he was able to view without restriction- as her hand explored her body, touching herself.

For him.

The way her fingers moved between her legs, stroking herself to a satisfaction that he would one day make pitiful in comparison as he treated her to the real thing, entranced him. He could almost picture her lips moving, wrapping themselves around his name as she moaned for him just as he moaned for her as his hand moved jerkily along his own cock.

They had came together, his release captured by his shaking palm while she gripped her sheets with abandon, and the temptation had been so strong for him to finally go over there and give her what she truly wanted that he had bitten his lower lip to the point of blood.

After that, he decided to give her a little more of himself as he stepped their game up once again.

It was amazing, to watch her react to his little puzzles as he played his hand.

The little gasp which formed her mouth into a perfect 'o' when she discovered that her lingerie was missing as she pulled her laundry from the washing line outside her window made him smile. He saw the way her brow furrowed and her eyes crinkled with amusement as she slammed her balcony window shut, just daring him to try it again.

That same lingerie had lain clenched in his fist many evenings since as he rubbed the silky fabric along his stiff cock, every thread making him grunt as he could practically feel the warmth of her skin through it. The scent of her washing powder making his head swim with every deep inhale.

It was a perfect gift, one which she had willingly left out for him, knowing that he would be unable to resist taking it to keep her fresh in his mind even when he had, more important, tasks to do.

Even earlier that day, as he watched the locksmith departing from her apartment block, having just installed a new series of deadbolts to her door, made a warm pleasure alight in his chest. His perfect love; she knew of the dangers in this city and she went to so much effort to protect herself from them.

Keeping herself safe, for him, not knowing that he was already in a perfect position to protect her.

To save her.

Within the week, Mayor Mitchell would have received his much deserved punishment for his abandonment of his duties and with that his years of planning would finally come to fruition. He, with the Batman at his side, would see that years of wrongs were corrected with a righteous fury which would consume all in its path.

Gotham would be purged and from the ashes he would finally be in a position to put an end to the little games between he and his love and truly claim her as his own.

Fic will be uploaded over to AO3 under DittyWrites as part of my ongoing "Inevitable" series of Dano!Riddler fics 👀💦