#yandere riddler x reader

[angelofthenight]

Dano!Riddler: Free my girl (y/n), she not in jail she just in the wrong relationship

[imagine--if]

A/N: I've missed writing for Eddie 🥹 hope you enjoy reading! And happy 2nd anniversary to The Batman movie!! Can't believe I fell in love with the film and its characters two solid years ago, and super hyped for the sequel 🖤 A Bruce Wayne/Battinson imagine will be coming soon, so stay tuned!!

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Time period: Riddler Year One, Issue 6 (beginning of The Batman)

He hated it when you were gone this long.

It was okay if he knew where you were, if you were working or out with a couple of friends, someplace he could track you through your phone. Through windows. Through anything. As long as the sun was still out and he knew exactly where you were, could reach you whenever he wanted, he could keep his grip on his mentality, and at least half-focus on his plans and preparations.

But he couldn't do any of that right now. Which led to the inevitable.

Pacing his shabby little apartment that you somehow managed to make a little brighter, tidier, something close to home, closer than he'd ever got before. But now, it was cold and dark and empty, painfully quiet, apart from his uneven, staggering breaths that Edward tried in vain to swallow down.

'Breathe.'

It was a simple job. Too simple. Sneak into the Penguin's rooms at the Iceberg Lounge, plant the bug, slip out again, unnoticed. And you would either be very much unnoticed, blending in perfectly with. there's of the deceptively beautiful girls and boys who danced and flirted and drank at the bars and around round tables and tall, glossy silver poles stretching up into the high ceilings of the club. Or you would be pulled aside by some pervert that thought you were as pretty as Edward himself did, maybe by the Penguin, or that pig Falcone.

He shouldn't have set you. Too risky. Send a follower? No, too complicated; not enough of them yet, everything still growing and finalising, piecing together in a lovely puzzle crafted by his mind. You might well go unnoticed, but if he dared go himself, it would be a horror show.

This was a baadddd idea.

The smooth click and glide of the lock twisting and opening up the heavy front door made him flinch out of his thoughts, murky green eyes jumping to the short hallway with hope and fear in his gaze. The same hope a puppy gets when its owner comes back home, the same fear a madman harbours in a dizzying craze, living off the what-ifs and obsessions their mind feeds them in the darkness.

When he speaks, it's in a rush, words tripping over each other and his voice catching, stumbling forwards to grip onto your shoulders with his soft but firm, trembling grip.

"You were gone too long," Edward insists, his fingers digging into the fabric of your sweater, searching for your warmth and reassurance, his eyes trying to take in every part of your face at once. "Too long... and I was worrying, and I felt sick, and I- you can't do it again, please, please, because-"

"It's alright, Eddie," you cut him short gently in amusement and sympathy, your arms fitting snugly around his neck as you embrace him. You easily fill him shiver at the contact, starving, aching, as he hugs you back with enough force to make you breathless, digging his face in your neck needily with a soft whining sound.

It's almost funny, how desperate and childlike he can be, all big green eyes sparkling with joy and awe at how readily you give your affections to him, his skin bare of any sweet touch from another being in Gotham other than yours. But he doesn't want anyone else's now, anyway. The rest of Gotham can sink into its corruption, and his hope incarnate can dance above the waves.

He gazes up at you in a slight daze, speechless, and you smile at him the way you do, the way that makes him smile back in giddy wonder, his thoughts spinning around and around like a carousel, all bright, pure lights and ethereal tunes.

"I miss you," Edward mumbles, half to himself, his stare wandering to study your eyes, your nose, your lips. "Always."

"I missed you too," you reply earnestly, "but it was worth it. I did what you said."

He blinks at your words, his attention circling back as he looks up into your eyes in curiosity and a sweet, almost innocent light, one that doesn't at all match the moment.

"I bugged his office," you clarify, nodding, "in and out. No one saw my face, and if they did, they won't remember it."

Edward lets out a slow breath, his expression loosening from intrigue and thought to the depths bubbling to the surface, his eyes spiked with venom and his words hushed with a small smirk.

"Oh," he mumbles, before giggling slightly, blinking up at you in pride and unhinged malice. "I love you."

You beam at his words, your fingers stroking down the plump curve. of his cheek, an action that makes him shudder and his breath catch in his throat, his eyes round and adoring.

"I love you too, Ed."

"I- I'll give you everything," he promises, his words rolling into lovestruck rambles between repeating your name, "everything I have. Every... everything."

There's that strange but familiar feral hunger in his eyes, not violent, but full of untethered passion and obsession, of love and lust, of everything he's never experienced before. And now that he is, he wants it all, wants it now, to feel everything at once and lose himself in endless spirals of pleasure and ecstasy that rakes up his spine and makes his voice crack and break-

"I'll never," Edward continues in a whisper, tugging you deeper into his arms, walking back and down onto his couch and pulling you with him, "never let you go. Everything will happen as it should, and I'll be there to get you... again, and again, and again, and again, and-"

You let him keep rambling on, his cheek rubbing against yours and ducking into the hot curve of your neck like a cat, his damp lips skimming your skin mindlessly, hanging onto you with his surprisingly strong grip, even though there's nowhere else to go. Tonight, there's nothing but the Riddler, his arms trapping you inside all that he is.

Black and green screens of computers running code down their displays absently fills the night with an eerie but almost comforting glow, polaroid pictures of his targets, red ink scribbled harshly in question marks and accusations over the glossy print. For you, there's a separate case of shots, most taken with you knowing, across the room in his apartment, with Edward grinning and giggling when you glare at him weakly in amusement and protest at the constant flashes and printing of pictures and mugshots.

No escape. None at all. You're with him for life, because you let him in, and like a virus, he ran through everything that makes you, you, drinking it in and fantasizing up until this very moment. A moment where Edward forgot about the blood he shed and the streams up for his cult following, the big board pinned with pictures and news clippings and rage in the form of black and white. He just clung to you fiercely, inhaled you, to do it all again the next morning, still trembling with the warmth and tremors of raw desire and love.

I am there, but cannot be seen," he whispers in your ear, nuzzling impossibly closer to you, his fingers lacing with yours, "to have me costs you nothing. To be without me costs you everything. What am I?"

You've heard this one before. It was in one of the little notes he left you during your first few meetings with him, and every one of his riddles seemed to have something to do with you, with how he saw you, absolutely angelic with no flaws, no blemishes, gorgeously unharmed by the wicked world of Gotham.

"Hope?" you guess correctly, glancing up at him expectantly, and he giggles again, his fingers tracing over your lips boldly, caught up in the moment and his own wonderful world of puzzles and clues.

"Or," Edward smiles brightly at you, resting his forehead against yours... and answering with your name.

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[lonleydweller]

May I request yandere headcanons for a Telltale!Riddler whose darling doesn't love him back, at all? How does he handle the rejection?

🥀Yandere Telltale Riddler with darling who isn't interested🥀

!Warnings!: this content contains toxic/forced relationship dynamic, yandere trope, mentioned kidnapping, murder, violence, stalking, blackmail, threats, stockholm syndrome

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

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●Hmph. How.. annoying. Only a minor setback however. He'll get what he wants in the end. Even by force. It was bold of you to assume you had any say in the matter in the first place. How you feel frankly dosen't matter to him.

●it's so easy to root through all your personal files. Let's see, medical history, any criminal records, family, friends, online presence, financial situation. Such vulnerable information.

●Not to mention his easy access to weapons. The missiles Mori sells, his army of goons, his puzzles, even his canes a weapon. You saw how he easily got into the agents phones, placing a missile target above their heads. Your family isn't much different. It'd be a shame if something happened to them wouldn't it?

●If you have no family or freinds he can use as leverage. He can always do it the old fashioned way. You really should get better house security you know? Of course, no house security could stop his goons from busting down your door.

●Any yelling, screaming, or protest you have is silenced by the sharp hooked cane aimed at you. He won't kill you, don't get him wrong. However if you act too out of line. Don't think he's not afriad to hurt you. After all.. you can live without a few fingers can't you?

●You'll probably awaken tied to a chair in riddlers workshop. Any wounds inflicted during the abduction pacthed up to the best of his ability. Mouth gagged for the time being. Oh? You want to talk? Well maybe once he feels like hearing your voice and can trust you won't make such a ruckus. The others already gave him judgemental looks when he dragged you in.

●No matter much you curse, scream, cry, kick, bite. It won't change anything if anything he finds your attempts amusing. It's almost funny really.

●Once he feels you adjusted he might let you wander around the base under supervision. First just around his area of the base. Then the other areas one by one. These freedoms are hard to gain, and easy to loose. The repercussions are anything but pretty If you step out of his lines.

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[yandere--stuck]

A,G,S for the Riddler or Scarecrow? 👀 I seriously love all of your writing thank you for the opportunity!

:0 thank you so much! And, why not both?

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Riddler

A - Attachment: How do they become obsessed?

There's just a certain charm about you that draws Edward toward you. He believes that in a city of idiots and fools, you are the only one that can match up to him. His soulmate!

He knows that it is your clever mind that will lead you to realize that you and he belong together.

G - Good: Do they reward their darling for good behavior?

Edward is very big on praise - maybe not toward anyone else, but for you, Edward believes in only positive reinforcement. If you act out or try to attack him, he'll have you momentarily restrained until you calm yourself, cooing to you condescendingly as he holds your face in his hands. He's nothing but smiles as he assures you he understands, you're confused, scared, believed the lies everyone had told you about him. In time, he'll show you your worries were unfounded.

When you're being 'good', Ed is overjoyed! He'll smother you with kissed and hugs and praise you endlessly. You were so smart, finally realizing that this was where you belonged. With him. Forever.

S - Self-Indulgent: How possessive are they? (If at all?)

If at all possible, Edward would gladly just. Keep you locked up in on of his many hideouts forever. He doesn't like people looking at you, talking to you, touching you...! They didn't deserve to even breathe the same air as you, let alone gaze upon your gorgeousity! He didn't even like the thought of any of his hired help being near you. The thought of someone, anyone, trying to taint you with their lies... It made him so furious, he'd tremble with rage as he held you in his arms, safe from the outside world.

Scarecrow

A - Attachment: How do they become obsessed?

I could see Jonathan becoming fixated upon a favored pupil of his, or perhaps a victim or hostage whose fear he found particularly... Alluring. He'll only become more enthralled by you the more he looks into you. He doesn't want to hurt you, no... But, scare you? Oh, how could Jonathan be expected to control himself it comes to you. He's almost addicted to using his fear toxin on you. He loves looking at the frightened expression on you, and the way you cuddle up against him for comfort, disoriented even as the toxin dissipates from your system.

G - Good: Do they reward their darling for good behavior?

Crane loves to compliment you, tell you everything he finds perfect about you. He'll also be especially physically affectionate, lots of hugs and lifting his mask to pepper kisses against your face. He'll also, almost teasingly, run his needle-tipped gloved fingers across your skin. He doesn't mean to actually break the skin, but accidents do happen... He'll hold you as you begin to tremble with fear, cooing praises as you fall apart in his hold.

S - Self-Indulgent: How possessive are they? (If at all?)

Jonathan is fine with his henchmen being around you, if need be. Usually, he'll allow short conversations or them fetching something for you. He's also usually fine with a few of his friends coming around, if he trusts them. For instance, Jervis is always welcome and Jonathan enjoys listening in on your conversations or even joining the two of you.

Anyone such as the authorities or Batman, however, will completely enrage him. The thought of you being stolen from him is too terrifying a thought even for the Master of Fear himself.

[yxnderewritingss]

Alphabet for the riddler ad scarecrow from Gotham mayhaps?😳

of course!! and thank you so much for requesting!! (there will be a separate post for scarecrow)! 🫶🏻

Yandere!Edward Nygma/The Riddler Alphabet 🖤

Attachment: How do they become obsessed?

He loved how you were so similar to him, personality-wise before he actually became the riddler. Ed also loved how you were oblivious to his true personality and any troubles he encountered, which meant that he loved how you were always by his side no matter what.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get for their darling?

Oh, he’s willing to get bloody rather quickly after becoming the riddler. He didn’t care who he killed, just as long as you didn’t see anything of course. 

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling when they kidnap them? Would they mock them?

Ed would try his best to treat you well, no matter how out of his mind he may get. There may be times though where he does mock you though and it would be terrifying for you.

Delusion: How delusional are they when it comes to their darling? Do they believe their darling loves them?

A part of him believes that his darling does love him back just as much as he loves you, which is more dominate than the other part. The other part knows you don’t truly love him and that if you so happen to, he knows it isn’t actual.

Erratic: How unpredictable are they? How quick are mood changes?

He can be rather unpredictable, just depending on the day/how his day has went. With that, his mood changes are rather quick and there are just some times he can’t control these mood changes and it would suck for you and/or anyone else around him.

Fight: How would they react if their darling fought back?

At first, he would find it somewhat amusing and think you were just messing with him and/or playing some sort of game with him. After he realized you’re not messing around, Ed would be quick to calm you down, either with restraints or him physically restraining you himself.

Guilt: What would it take for them to feel guilty about their actions? Or do they feel guilty from the start?

Whenever he sees you upset, that is when his guilt comes out/shows guilt for kidnapping you and hurting you. Any other time though, his guilt is thrown out the window and shows no guilt at all for what he has done.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worse experience with them?

Whenever you see him torture and/or kill anyone, whether it may be a stranger, someone you may know, or just someone who looked at you in the wrong way. So, there’s that.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He wants to live somewhere luxurious with you by his side. That’s it.

Jealous: What makes them the most jealous?

Just you not paying attention to him and/or ignoring him.

Kidnap: How would they go about kidnapping their darling? How much do they plan out?

Ed has everything planned out for your abduction. Every little detail. As for actually kidnapping you, he wants to knock you unconscious quick, easy, and painless for you.

Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He would go about it a very classic and simple way. You two would start as friends and would slowly get into the relationship. With every detail being planned out for you two to start dating, his way.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way he acted before? 

Yes. He wants you to believe that he is the perfect man for you. No flaws with him.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

There would be times where it just would be isolation and there would be times where he would be hurting you mentally. Just depends on him mood.

Outrage: What makes them furious?

Whenever you try to leave him or his plans go wrong/not how they were suppose to go for him. Those are his top two things that make him furious.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Again, it’s all about his mood. There would be days where his patience is there and there would be day where his patience is tossed out the window. It’s all up to you and how you treat him as well as how he is just feeling in general.

Quit: If their darling die, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Of course he would be upset if you died or escaped, but for him it can be solved by just a few things. If you died, he could just resurrect you. If you escaped though, which is impossible pretty much because Ed is always two steps ahead of you, he will just bring you back within five minutes, maybe even less. He likes setting records to see how quick he can bring you back.

Rage: How do they act when angry? How do they calm down?

His anger is rather scary and can get out of hand at times. When you’re there though or he can hear your voice in the back of his head, his anger almost dies down in seconds.

Self-Indulgent: How possessive are they? (If at all?)

Ed is possessive, 1,000%. So, he’s pretty high up on that scale.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling, scream, cry and/or isolate themselves?

It would be like something snapped in him. He tries his best to soothe you and calm you down in any way he can think of.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Not really.

Vicious: How vicious can they get?

Ed can get pretty vicious, just not around you. Just around pretty much everyone else, so there’s that for you.

Weakness: What weaknesses can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Showing him the same amount of love that he shows you. That will make him break in seconds.

Xenodochia: How quickly would their darling cut them off after escape? 

Rather quickly because he is the Riddler after all. That in itself can give him a bad wrap. Even though Ed is completely different around you, you hear things rather quickly about him and that in itself can be easy for you to cut him off quickly.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He could only take it for so long. So, it would be a month or less.

Zero Tolerance: What is the thing that always makes them snap? What things will they now allow their darling to do under any circumstances?

Whenever his enemies or even friends bring you up (mostly in a negative way, but besides the point). He hates hearing your name come out of anyone’s mouth but his. He will not allow you to leave his place at all. No matter how much begging you may do. Ed will not allow it.

[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 ~"

[theredflagsjustlooklikeflags]

Lotus, pansy, and tulip for riddler?

Lotus - How does this yandere ultimately view their darling? As someone greater than them and in need or reverence, someone lower than them, or somewhere in between? 

The Riddler thinks (Reader) is practically a saint. Edward views the citizens of Gotham as rotten beings so imagine his luck when he finds someone as amazing as (Reader).

Pansy - What was it that ultimately sparked their obsession? 

(Reader) smiled at him. It doesn’t get more simpler then that. You showed him a bit of kindness.In his mind, it was sign that you two are destined to be together. God chose you for him, Edward has to protect you at all costs.

Tulip - Does the yandere want their darling’s forgiveness, or does it make no difference to them?

He’d absolutely crave (Reader)’s forgiveness but Edward has to what is right. Whether that be deceiving you, hurting you, or even kidnapping you. If he thinks he is right, then you have to ask for forgiveness, not him.

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[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

hello, I'm not sure if you're familiar with the arkham games, if you are could you do some yandere riddler headcanons for arkham city?knight works too if you can think of any for city specifically. Or if you don't feel like writing it, that's perfectly fine too, have a nice day!

Anon I’m kissing you on the forehead several times. This greasy man has my soul. (I actually played the Arkhamverse games with my dad when I was younger so here’s a little trip!)

@letstalkaboutfandomsbaby Maybe you'd be interested

Tw: Angst, Childhood Friends, Breif mentions of violence, kidnapping, obviously yandere themes. Non con tattoo, tracking, abandonment.

•Arkham City Eddie definitely fell for you as a friend first. He as a friend was also super possesive. Always wanting to be around, show you off to anyone else at his job or otherwise.

•Then it got… stranger. He began bragging about you without meaning to. Staying outside your apartment to watch you go about your life. Stalking your social for any hint of who you may like.

•He refuses to admit that he is head over heels for you. He instead switches to playful insults between the two of you so he can distance his feelings. But the more you laugh, and lean into him the more he needs to run.

•As compelled as he is to do something, fear nags at him and he wants to do literally anything else. He’s restless.

•His whole ‘vigilante’ route wasn’t great on his mental health., but it was worse trying to think of your possible rejection. So he kept at it. He amped up his behavior till it burst out of him.

•After nearly 5 years of friendship and 2 years unrequited feelings he’d snap. He’d follow you around and show you.

•When he says he loves you he doesn’t mean it lightly. You mean the world to him, you’ll just have to be kept at his side for a good amount of time.

•He’s not delusional, he just likes the feeling of something ‘normal’. It’s more than likely, almost inevitable, that he will kidnap you. Fill your room with your favorite chintz and keep cams hidden throughout. So long as you can keep your façade of friendship you’re golden.

•He’s not a violent yandere to you, in fact there’s a very small difference between how you were as friends and now as a ‘couple.’

•When the bat eventually shows up to steal you he’s livid. He attempts to throw punches but it doesn’t work: he fails miserably. When he does take you and he sees you hugging the rodent his heart shatters.

•It’s then when he realizes that he’s got to keep a tighter leash. When he gets you again he doesn’t pull back. Your fake outs at this game are for naught.

•You sleep in his bed now. Eat what he eats now. And wear what he wants you to. You have no say in it, and if you wanna talk back you’ll wake up to a tracking chip and a convenient question mark.

•He’s a lot colder to you after he gets back from arkham. No it’s not because he hates you now, hell he doesn’t even wanna teach you a lesson. He is just conflicted on how to go about it.

•In the end you have to kiss up to him (literally) to get anything you actually need. He doesn’t mean to deprive you but he really can’t even take care of himself. You have to convince him you’ll come back to him whenever he gets out of arkham so long as you can get what you need to survive.

•As much as he wants to keep you he knows he can’t. And he aches. He removes your tattoo, lets you go. Keeps an eye on your activities and sends his men to keep an eye.

•He hates to be away from you so long, so he’ll leave riddles. Pointless ones you never return. He leaves letters, sweet, honest letters that would sweep others of their feet if they read them. But they’re left unopen.

•When the gas takes over the city you leave, and he understands its for the best. Now he knows every action you have is our of his control. He wishes sometimes you were still there. Sometimes in Arkham he dreams of the two of you together. Happy- and when he's lit he plays the videos you made when you were younger.

•He’s very much a pining yandere. One who goes too long w/o saying something and breaks too fast. Puts his all into someone only to have his already thin veil ripped in front of him. When he gets the chance to take his love back he can't take care of them. It leads to him having to let them go- and watching from afar as you drift away.

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𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐭

Fanart for @angelofthenight​  yan edward fic I LOVED this series so much especially [Y/n] was relatable and I felt so bad for her she deserved so much better . 

 [Y/n]’s downward spiral of insanity and paranoia  

[angelofthenight]

Even tho I prob won’t do an extra part of my Yan!Riddler fic Last Man Alive this is basically what would happen after the events of it

[imagine--if]

Can I ask for a Dano Riddler imagine? where him and Yn grew up together (she was in the girls wing of the orphanage and they talked through the walls, like him and the joker on the film) and she goes to see him in Arkham, and she's really sad that he's there, because they promissed each other that they'd never leave one another, and it's tearful and all, but he promisses her that he'll leave soon and never be apart ever again😭❤

A/N: I've just gotten round to reading the fourth issue of Riddler Year One so yessss I've totally got plenty of inspo for this imagine 😁 enjoy!!

Wordcount: 2.2K

"She doesn't say much. And when she does, it's hard to make it out. Shy little thing. Still, she'll get used to it. She'll have to."

You were only four or five when you were dumped in Gotham's orphanage, clutching onto your soft toy as an only source of comfort and some kind of stability in a terrifying world, and an even worse city. You were quiet, barely spoke, and when you did, it was in whispers, all wide, innocent eyes and secretive, the hood up on your little hoodie as you tried your best to hide yourself from everything and everyone. Just a toddler, with a sweet life twisted by death and misfortune that you barely understood as a toddler. You had shuffled meekly behind a carer who led you into the orphanage, a cold and cruel building that they expected you to call home.

The other kids there seemed so much bigger, loud and dominating and aggressive, half of them on drops, only around twelve years old. Others were plain bullies with filthy mouths and hateful glares, children's eyes glancing at you, assessing your small, shy form, before they carried on with what they were doing in disinterest.

You had buried your face in your toy and pulled the fabric of your hood up past your hair and head, over your forehead, shadowing your face, trying to disappear in it. You pulled your legs up to your chest and watched everything happen behind your toy, its fur pressed up against your face. A group of kids watched TV and fought over the remote, others played nearby outside, but from your spot hunched in a corner, opposite you, sat a boy almost as quiet as you. You gazed at him in silence for a few long minutes, absorbed in his puzzle book, and only when he looked up to get a fresh pencil did he notice your young, curious eyes fixed on him.

He was a few years older than you, with glasses pushed up his nose, making his murky green eyes twinkle as they looked back at you nervously. He gave you a small smile, the first genuine smile you'd received in maybe your whole life, awkward and hesitant. You blinked back at him timidly, hugging your toy closer with little hands, returning his smile bashfully. The boy seemed taken aback by the action, and beamed at you, a beat of hesitance passing before he offered you a pen. You stared at it, then at him, and wandered over, sitting beside him and accepting his offer. You barely knew how to read or write, and so you watched him instead, the quiet boy with a nice smile and lots of books, day after day.

And as the days went by, both of you becoming closer and more comfortable together, Edward would start talking to you in his small, sweet voice, writing answers to riddles with a hand over yours, pulling your littler form into his lap after a couple of weeks and reading to you, then helping you read, helping you speak up a little. He'd even speak for you with others, managing to push past his own shyness every so often to help you, to repeat your whispered, lispy voice to those who couldn't catch it. You'd trail after him throughout the day when you could, before you were taken back to the girls' dorm, and you'd linger in the separating corridor, afraid of the idea of you two parting and him never coming back out of his long, shared boys' room.

"I'll see you in the morning," He'd always say soothingly, giving you a warm hug, bending down slightly so you could return it properly. "I'll never leave you. You know that."

And you'd nod, because you knew Edward was telling the truth by the way he said it and looked at you with earnest, young eyes, letting you borrow a book to amuse yourself with if the nights got too long,

But then foster families and adoptees started popping up. And you, being a young, sweet-looking child, albeit a little shy, are swept up into the grips of a random 'family,' and the quickness of how your name's signed away to people you don't even know and have no say over makes your head spin. The orphanage was overcrowded anyway, and one less mouth to feed in exchange for money made all the difference.

Edward, on the other hand, was beside himself.

Newspapers and library books on adoption and rules and any ways to prevent what was happening piled up beside his bed, to the dorm he'd been disciplined to stay in for his shocking outbursts of frustration and hatred and upset. Thomas Wayne's renewal plan could help him, he thought. He'd already assured him that he could get to a special school to study and learn and have a brighter future.

So on the last night you could spend together, sneaking out of the corridor of a room you slept in with the other girls, Edward filled out the form in his shaky, uneven writing, stating on one line that he wanted to go to the school he'd talked about, and on the other, 'I want to stay with my best friend and stop them from being taken away by bad people.'

REJECTED.

The word stamped in bold, horrid red print was the response he got, the word that bled into his mind as you were made to pack a bag and wave goodbye and go, handing your young life over to strangers, and Edward couldn't do a thing about it. You were carted off out of Gotham to go to school and expected to become a whole new person.

But you couldn't.

The years went by agonisingly slowly, and with every one that passed, you thought about him, your friend, Edward. Did he get adopted too? Did he manage to find some source of happiness and hope afterwards? Would he even remember you if you went back?

Eventually, you save up enough money and have enough time to go back to where it all started, in the unfeeling streets of Gotham City. You had no idea where to look, and after hearing from someone that the orphanage had been burned down ages ago, your last resort was to ask at the GCPD.

"Sorry to bother you," you say with an awkward smile, as a detective greets you and asks if he can be any help; 'Lieutenant James Gordon,' his name tag reads, "I'm looking for someone who I think still lives here? We were friends a while ago, and... I'm sorry, you look busy."

"We are quite busy, Miss," Gordon tells you, looking a little overwhelmed. "We've just managed to catch some crazy psycho who's been letting hell loose recently."

Your eyes widen in confusion and interest. "Wow... that's... yeah, I'm sorry, it's okay."

"No, go on," Gordon nods, letting you into his office, "have you got a name, address or anything?"

"I don't know his address," you say in uncertainty. "We were friends as kids. His name's Edward. Edward Nashton?"

Jams Gordon stops abruptly, whirling around to face you with demanding, bewildered eyes.

"Excuse me?"

You frown. "What?"

"Are you trying to be funny?" Gordon says in shock. "Edward Nashton? That's who you're looking for?"

You nod slowly, and Gordon sighs, taking off his glasses and hiding his face in a hand.

"Look, Miss, I don't know how new you are to Gotham, but Edward Nashton has just been arrested and sent to Arkham Asylum for the crimes committed under the name of The Riddler. He was only just apprehended a few hours ago."

Your breath catches in your throat in disbelief, as Gordon's eyes narrow suspiciously, looking you up and down.

"And you really knew nothing about this? You aren't an accessory?"

"I- no," you shake your head, "I only just made it to Gotham this evening."

Gordon nods slowly, though he still doesn't seem convinced. He suddenly grabs his jacket and opens the office door, glancing back at you.

"Come with me."

You follow him meekly, as he leads you out of the building and into a police car. Are you going to be arrested? Could your Eddie really have done this? Why?

Gordon stops outside Arkham, opening the car door for you to step out, and leads you inside, showing his badge to the guards, who let you proceed. The walls are strong and metallic and thick, and the cells are sealed with heavy iron doors with a small, barred rectangular window at their tops. You try not to let your attention wander, sticking close to Gordon, until he reaches an interrogation room. A mad dressed in a jet-black bat suit already stands there with a frustrated look in his dark eyes, and Gordon signals for you to wait as he goes over to the Batman and whispers something you can't quite make out in his ear. The Batman looks over at you quickly, his expression unreadable, and then he approaches you.

"You know Nashton?" his deep, whispery voice states more than asks, and you nod.

Batman stares at you for another moment before marching back into the interrogation room, nodding at you impatiently to come in. You do, blinking at the hard lights and the security cameras glaring at you from the corners of the room. And, behind the strong, glass partition and metal desk, a young man sits staring at you in disbelief.

Clear, dorky glasses. Murky green eyes. Soft, sandy brown hair. It's definitely him.

"Edward?" you say breathlessly, going to step closer, but the Batman gives you a wary look. "Ed, is that really you?"

He nods wordlessly, his eyes wide and stunned. But beneath that familiar, comforting look he's always had, there's a layer you can only just make out, like a hidden spark of insanity, one that's made the whole city go into a frenzy and even The Batman apprehensive. Edward whispers your name like a prayer, his hands pressed up against the protective glass.

"You came back," he says in wonder, as Gordon and Batman glance between the two of you in uncertainty, but you're not focused on them at all, like the whole world is disappearing around you. "I- I knew you would..."

"What happened?" you say, overwhelmed by the whole scenario, staring in wonder at the now grown-up orphan labelled a criminal in front of you. "What did you do?"

"What I had to do," he smiles brightly, adoringly at you, that glimmer of insanity coming to the surface. "What they made me do. And I did it for you, too."

"Me?"

"Who else?" Edward giggles, standing up and moving closer to the glass, his hands cuffed and chained. "They tried to break us apart. But you came back. I've been waiting for so long..."

"What does she know about this?" The Batman slices through the moment, and Edward glances at him distractedly. "Have you been doing this together?"

"Of course not," Edward breathes, turning his attention back to you with a sweet smile. "She's too pure for that. Too shy, and lovely... it was me. But you inspired me," he insists, looking straight at you, "to make a clean slate, and clean it all up, so that it'd be perfect for us. And it will be, angel. You coming back was the last piece of the puzzle." Edward suddenly gives you that all-too familiar soft, loving look you'd seen back in the orphanage, and you have to fight to compose yourself, wanting so badly to run to him like you did so many times before. "You look so beautiful. You haven't changed a bit..."

You feel like crying, stunned by the casualness of what he's saying and admitting to. "I... oh Edward..." you shake your head, giving him a desperate look. "You're in Arkham."

"That's right," Batman interjects again, "you can't be together. You're a psychopath, Nashton. You're not getting out. I'm sending her back home."

"No, wait," you cut in desperately, still feeling just as drawn to the genius madman even after the dark truths, "please, I don't want to leave him, I can help..."

A guard interrupts, bursting into the interrogation room, and you all turn to him.

"There's been explosions," the guard announces, "the city walls have collapsed and the main road's flooded."

As he speaks, Edward giggles to himself, giving the masked vigilante a dark, unhinged look that makes your heart jump in your chest.

"She's not going anywhere," he says excitedly, grinning at you. "You're right where you need to be. We can watch the whole thing together."

The Batman dithers between leaving and staying, eventually rushing out of the room, along with Gordon, to deal with the flooding crisis, and a guard hustles you out of the room as Edward's voice calls out your name from behind you.

"You'll never leave me again! We were meant to be! You know it's true, darling! You know!"

You manage to glance back at him as you leave, studying his crazed, ecstatic look, that same softness in his eyes as the day you had to leave, but tainted with madness. But as you look, you can't help but smile back at him slightly, because you know it's true.

As the waters invade the city and the building erupts into panic along with the rest of Gotham, you know it's true. And maybe that'll make this all worth it.

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[lonleydweller]

Hey I love your work so so so much! ❣️ Do you think you could write Arkham riddler with a disobedient reader?

(please and thank you!)

🥀Yandere Arkhamverse Riddler with disobedient darling🥀

!Warnings!: this content contains toxic/forced relationship dynamic, yandere trope, mentioned kidnapping, murder, violence, failed escapes, punishment, isolation.

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

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●This can go about various ways depending on what you did.

●He'll mock you, shout, and gaslight you. Always spitting out a witty remark in annoyance. "My dear, do you really think your foolish childish tantrums are going to change anything about your situation?"

●If you're just shouting at him, wrecking things, or struggling against his affection. You might be locked in a room for an hour, lectured, or loose some personal belongings.

●if you try, and or physically attack or hurt him. Cause severe damage to his machinery or plans. You'll be locked in a room for hours on end, put through his tedious puzzle rooms, or restrained.

●Now.. attempts for escape or trying to contact the outside world. Desperately hoping maybe.. just maybe you can reach batman.. the authorities. Anyone. Anyone who can come and get you. Trying to claw your way out of the predicament you're in.. that's when he loses his cool.

●Shouting, sneering, throwing things, threats of hurting loved ones, degrading insults hurled your way. How dare you be so ungrateful! He provides you home and shelter, hell-! he allows you to be near him, and this is how you repay him?

●He'll take away whatever little freedom you have, lock you in a puzzle room for isolation. Not talking to you on the speakers. No solution out. He'll be too busy fuming for the next few hours.

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[yandere--stuck]

this is the firts time i request something, I'm so nervous omg-

N, B, C and Z for the riddler??? please??? if you want-

B - Brutality: How vicious can they be towards a rival?

Edward would never think himself a brute, but when it comes to you, all "civility" goes out the window when it comes to rivals. Rivals, ha! Just the idea of someone thinking they could compare to his intellect, his wit, his chemistry with you - it's laughable!

For their idiocy, his 'rivals' find themselves in one of his many riddle traps! Though, unlike his other puzzles, they have no ways of winning. There is no answer, just an endless goose chase as the realization of their doom slowly sinks in and suffocates them. Riddler loves using spike traps, crushing walls, or just strapping them down for dissection to reveal their stupid, tiny little brain! He'd make them pay for their audacity! And he'll show you further proof that he's the smartest mind in all of Gotham.

C - Caring: How well do they take care of their darling?

Well, Riddler certainly thinks he takes good care of you. I mean, you're trapped in one of his many hideouts, usually almost always in complete darkness, cut off from the outside world and hidden from anyone who could even try to save you… But, hey! Ed loves to constantly praise and compliment and cuddle you. He brings you food and drink and buys you gifts and loves to run his bands all over you, trying to make up for any time spent alone during the day. That makes up for everything else, right?

N - Never: What is one thing that they would never do to their darling?

Two things, actually! One being that he would never lay hands on you to hurt you. The other being that he would never insult your intelligence, especially in anger. He's been through both as a child and the pain still stings. He could never do that to someone he loves. Never. Never, ever.

As such, Edward doesn't really get angry at you. You could swear, scream, hit, and Edward will have you restrained and try to soothe you and speak reason to you. Ed is definitely condescending, but it's not because he thinks you're unintelligent - of course not, you're brilliant! It's just that you can't see that. Can't see you and he are meant to be. The city and its moronic populace have fooled you into thinking you're just like the rest of them. But, don't worry, Edward will help you see how better you are than them. And how deserving he is of you…

Z - Zealous: How devoted are they to their darling?

To most everyone else, Edward Nygma is a stubborn, pompous, and unstable know-it-all… But, with you, Edward feels comfortable. At peace. His equal. His one true match. Edward is incredibly devoted to you. He wants to impress you, to show you how much he loves you, how you and he are meant to be! He'll kill thousands, he'll steal the most priceless of treasures, he'll blow up Gotham with his bombs spread out across the city to form the shape of a heart.

He wants approval. He wants affection. He wants praise. He wants love. All from you. And he wants it so bad that he probably won't even notice if you begin to use that devotion against him.

[hoshinoyozora]

The Queen

🖤 Pairing: Yandere! Riddle Rosehearts x Female! Reader

💛 Word Count: 0,7k+

❤ Warnings: -

[Edited]

Do not re-upload my writing to another website or use it without my permission. Also, don’t ask for a sequel unless I like the story enough to write one. Please reblog so other people can see my stories!***

Idk much about Alice in Wonderland and I forgot about this part sorry so I decided to make it up instead lmao.

The queen was a strong figure, both in chess and in real life.

She ruled the kingdom with an iron fist, oversaw the society with hawk eyes, and ordered the subjects with clear-cut words. People parted ways for her, and sometimes, some of them just had to topple over. Subtly or forcefully.

Just like your pawns right now, as Riddle secured yet another victory. Regardless of how small it was, it still brought him closer to your king.

And closer to your defeat.

“It seems that you’re not very adept in chess game, [Name].” he remarked, smirking. “Why don’t you save your energy and declare your loss instead? Trey is currently baking your favorite cake, and we can have a tea party to celebrate your obedience.”

You scowled, willing yourself to stay silent. You hated how he treated you like a child at best, and a prisoner at worst. Then again, Riddle was the Queen of Hearts; the leader of Wonderland. And you, an alien from The World Above. It was expected that you wouldn’t know about the rules of this world, just as you wouldn’t know about the Queen’s longing for affection. You would’ve thought of it as pathetic, if not for your own predicament.

Because it wasn’t enough that you fell into the rabbit hole, you had to fall into his arms too.

Despite what many people thought, including his closest aides, your ‘love’ story wasn’t romantic. Far from it, actually, and the ‘perks’ that came as his ‘King’ only served to tighten the collar on your neck.

The black queen stood two squares away from your white king, exactly on the black square. Yours was on the white one, cornered like your situation right now. Riddle had promised that he’d let you go if you won a match, but the skeptical part of you wondered if his subordinates would allow you to. During your short time here, you’d saved not only him from his own loneliness, but also the poor victims from his, sometimes unjustified, wrath. It wouldn’t be a surprise if they decided to use you as a shield even further by entrapping you here. This was a mad, mad world you lived in, and absolutely anything could happen.

You pushed the king to the side, trying to widen the gap between him and the queen. She moved one square forward, and you wondered why she wasn’t in your row already. Was he toying with you? Giving you an illusion of hope and security? This might just be the cruelest Riddle you’d ever seen, and you’d yet to witness his worst side if you tried to escape literally.

The king sidled to another square, and Riddle did the unexpected yet logical thing; he pushed one of his rooks to your rank.

You lost.

And an hour hadn’t even passed since you started the match. No matter what kind of plan you had, no matter what kind of move you’d take, the end result would still be the same anyway.

Your king would die on the battlefield.

“Go ahead. It’s your turn now.”

Always the stickler for rules, Riddle had yet to declare his victory. Regardless, it’d always been assured since the beginning. You were just prolonging the inevitable, grasping at the light at the end of the tunnel. Or hole.

Swallowing, you reluctantly pushed your last piece forward and watched as the queen brought him to his knees. Riddle’s calm yet smug ‘checkmate’ remained unheard in your shocked disbelief, and you wished for nothing more than to repeat the game over and over again. Was it possible to reverse the clock, when you could change your height to any size? There had to be a potion or a magic book somewhere.

But there was a limit to the Queen’s kindness, it seemed. Or, rather, his amusement. Just like the Chess King, the King of Hearts was fated to accompany his wife until the end of time.

And as Riddle claimed his prize by cradling your frozen self, it occurred to you how long the Queen of Hearts could live or if she was even capable of dying.

[theredflagsjustlooklikeflags]

riddler sniffing reader's shirt and literally feeling drunk off of their scent?

Intoxicating ( Yandere Riddler X Reader)

TW: Stalking and Implied Masterbation,

Part 1 ( this is it) | Part 2 |

If you walked in right now, Edward would be absolutely screwed (and not in the way he’d enjoy).

There he was, laying across your bed. One of Edward’s hands was in his pants, while the other was pressing your dirty shirt up against his nose. He couldn’t even begin to fathom how you smell so delightful. Just your scent was intoxicating.

The shirt smelled delicious. It was an ordinary shirt. One you took off and threw in the laundry basket before you took a shower. You never gave it a second thought. But Edward did. He was gazing upon you from outside your bedroom window. He praised the gods for his luck because that day was the best day of his pathetic life. You took off your shirt and revealed your body to him.

You must adore teasing him. He smiled in pure adoration as he watched you undress even more. 

The icing on the cake was when you tried to throw the discarded shirt into the basket but missed. Edward recalls panicking. His mind raced a million miles per hour.

If Edward could sneak in and grab your shirt while you were in the shower he’d be golden. So that’s what he did. And boy was it worth it. Everything about you was perfect. Even your sweat and body oder.

Unfortunately, it didn’t stay perfect for long. Time stopped as he picked up another scent that could not possibly belong to you. He smelled cologne. Someone else’s cologne. 

Part 2

[zv5x]

Riddler who slowly hugs u tighter and tighter until you're whimpering and you can't breath or wriggle away before telling u that he knows u were trying to escape but that he doesn't blame you. Obviously you were being manipulated by that ex lover of yours. He was too merciful to let them off the hook that easily, and intends to rectify his mistake.

Of course he knew what those ropes on the floor stood for. He immediately knew you were attempting to escape. And on top of that, to see you fiddling with the door handle right as he makes his way in after a hard day of work...what a terrible thing to come home to, right angel? Of course the knew you were trying to leave him. Why wouldn't he? What, did you think he was stupid or something? Of course, you tell him no, that you could NEVER think that, and that he's the only remotely intelligent man in Gotham. But he doesn't believe you. Just look at those ropes on the floor. Clearly, the scum of the Earth still holds your tongue.

He gently, slowly, whispers their address into your ear, while brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. He traces kisses along the side of your head, while you try your damnedest to squirm away from him. He doesn't bother using the syringe to get you to sleep yet. He just wants a few more minutes like this with you. He just wants a few more minutes to tell you what he's going to do to everyone you ever loved, and what he'll do to you right after that. He'll play the event in his brain over and over again.

Enter their homes Hear their screams Come back home to you

The idea alone makes him feel just so…good. He could scream.

You could too, in fact.