#zero year riddler x reader

[riddle-me-ri]

how would the riddlers react to being shoved into a small closet with their crush? so basically 7 minutes in heaven ;3

a/n: hmm a few would be flustered but most would be annoyed lmao most of these will be accidents while a couple may be totally on purpose lol.

The Riddlers React to Being Stuck in the Closet w/ Reader

Arkhamverse Riddler:

- Oh great, oh great, this is fantastic!

- This is exactly why Edward insists-no ORDERS you to stay away while he's working!

- You got the two of you into this mess. You'll be one to get yourselves out.

- Edward barely gives you even a second to try and pry the door open or check the knob before he begins making his attempt.

- You couldn't deny enjoying the close proximity with the genius-

- There was a small floating bulb hanging from the ceiling that allowed you to enjoy some of his features-not to mention highlighting his toned arms–

- Your observations don't go unnoticed by Edward

- “Will you stop gawking and make yourself useful and get us out of here!” You definitely don't miss his slightly reddened cheeks.

Dano/Reevesverse Riddler:

- Definitely panics but tries to hide it…

- The claustrophobia lingers slightly–being with you, offering a slight comfort but being shoved in so close to your person-

- Edward is struggling to get a grip on his mind to find a solution to this predicament.

- He turns to face towards the door--so your body isn't pressed against his.

- Not that your body repulsed him..quite the opposite, and for that, he needed to try and create some distance even in this cramped space.

- However, he could still feel your soft and warm form even just pushed up against his side…

- Edward tries to remain steadfast on picking the lock-

- Once freed he catches his breath- only to lose it again at your genuine praise and gratitude.

Gotham Riddler:

- Oh well, isn't this just swell-

- He seems annoyed and frustrated at first…

- He sees a conundrum and just wants to be the one to solve it and-

- You're there awfully close beside him…

- Oh how impressed and grateful you would be to get you to out-

- You would bring yourself closer to him in an embrace on your own accord…not just cause you're both stuck in a damned broom closet.

- Your body was so close though…he has imagined a moment where you would be so close…

- Ah, he can't get distracted-there's plenty of time for those opportunities to arise-

- Like the sidehug you gave him when he finally got you two out.

BTAS Riddler:

- Edward's been showboating all night announcing his latest toy-

- You would've never known he could be coy until you found yourself stuck with him shoulder to shoulder, chest to chest with him.

- His face goes as red as his hair-

- He profusely apologizes for this predicament-

- Is that…sweat running down the side of his face.

- Edward tries to clear his throat and regain his composure as his gloved hand fiddles with the doorknob and keyhole-

- Edward practically jumps out of his skin when you place your hand on his shoulder for support.

- He becomes even more fidgety, between his twitching fingers and the damned purple gloves he's surprised himself that he managed to get the door down.

- Edward thinks he can take a breath of fresh air now that you two aren't trapped in a tiny closet-

- Until you thanked him graciously and topped off your statement with a sweet peck on his cheek.

Zero Year/Capullo Riddler:

- Asshole likely tossed you in here with him and locked the door.

- You know, that he knows, you know Edward has a key and could let you two out at any given time-

- But where's the fun in that?

- Edward is definitely going to tease you, egging you on to open the door yourself.

- I mean…if you want out so badly you can figure it out right?

- Surely, you can pick a simple old lock, right?

- You don't ignore Edward's hands as he strategically places his hands on parts of your body as you try to pick the lock.

- Ohh, you hate him, you hate him, PURE RESENTMENT

Gotham City Sirens Riddler:

- Well, this is better than having a bomb blow up in his face.

- Although…when he became a detective, he didn't think his life would turn into a teen sitcom-

- Edward reassures you that you two will get out and apologize for the inconvenience.

- A small side quest to do some reconnaissance has turned into a greater dibocal than it ever needed to be.

- However, as Ed kept mulling over in his head-it could very well be worse…

- He did always wonder what it would be like to have you close to him…mere centimeters apart.

- He tries to keep a confident cool about him, whether it’s to put you or him at ease, neither of you can say.

- The awkward scenario did put you two in a position to just talk casually about whatever came to mind.

- It made the forced proximity seem less suffocating and more comfortable…you two were able to find yourselves chuckling at your ordeal even as you finally escaped.

Telltale Riddler:

- Oh what a preposterous, careless quagmire you two are in.

- Edward is mostly exasperated at the dilemma-

- How in the hell did he-no you-no…just how was this even possible?

- Ed demands you give him room (which wasn't much) as he begins trying to get the door open.

- He picks the lock and even begins to try and ram the door open-

- You try your best to get him to calm down-

- Ed may have some umph that lets him keep up with Batman, but he was still a much older man.

- After considering your advice, Edward was able to free the two of you…he silently mumbles some gratitude towards you that you didn't miss.

Young Justice Riddler:

- Oh, what a cruel, cruel joke…

- Apologizes profusely, literally does everything he can to try and bleed through the walls somehow and escape this scenario altogether.

- Fumbling with his hands and other ligaments to not touch you…anywhere especially anywhere…suggestive.

- As Eddie's apologizing, you're reassuring him that he's fine. Everything's fine…you two just need to get out.

- You suggest picking the lock on the closet and Eddie takes the initiative-

- (totally not just something to distract himself from how physically close he is to you)

- Eddie's face reddens tenfold when you somehow nestle against him and give him words of encouragement.

- Your warmth, your presence, being surrounded by you in this cramped closet…

- Eddie comes to terms with the fact that he may very well just die here-

- But before he concedes to his death, the door opens, and he unceremoniously tumbles as the door he is supporting himself on quickly swung open-

- You catch him before he can face plant on the ground-

- Now he's flustered at the fact you held his hand~

[riddled-with-fear]

Love In An Elevator

Summary: You and Edward get stuck in an elevator. (a smutty one shot inspired by the Song "Love In An Elevator" by Aerosmith.)

also a bit self indulgent, simply because I love when he's written as a perv that's all talk, and when it comes to fucking he's a pathetic mess.

WC: 1,967

CW: Hatefucking, oral (male receiving), semi-public sex, PiV sex, PWP, somewhat-soft-dom fem!reader.

SMUT UNDER THE CUT!

The elevator stopped with a soft ‘ding’. Your floor still had yet to come up, so you stepped towards the back to allow whoever it was to get on.

As the doors parted, you saw it was none other than your boss, Edward Nygma.

You rolled your eyes as the arrogant prick stepped inside with a swift lunge. His chartreuse suit assaulted your eyes. He simply raised his eyebrows at you.

“My, fancy seeing you here!” He reached across you, pressing the button to the main lobby. He stepped back, away from you. 

You were relieved at that at least.

You looked to the panel of buttons, and saw your floor lit up, and the floor Edward chose. There would be about five stops before your floor came up. You’d just have to endure this awkward-as-hell elevator ride.

The elevator stopped, yet the doors remained closed. Confusion washed across your face. You pushed the button for your floor numerous times.

“What the hell?” You frantically pressed the ‘open door’ button.

“Hmm? OH!” he put his hands in his slack pockets, and slightly dipped at the knees. “Oh no, it seems the elevator stalled. Shame.” Edward piped up mockingly.

You slowly turned to face him, choler in your eyes. 

You seethed at him “What do you mean ‘Oh no’!?”

“Hmm?” Edward cocked his eyebrows up, pressing his lips into a thin smug smile.

“Do NOT tell me… Do not fucking tell me you had something to do with this?!” You hissed, and if looks could kill you’d have shot Edward dead in the elevator. 

He took his hand out of his pocket, holding it palm up at you. He closed his eyes and feigned a frown, shaking his head ‘no’. 

When his dark lime eyes met yours again, he saw you were intently, no, furiously, staring at him. Honestly, the dangerous look on your face went over his head and straight to his dick. You should know better than to tease him like this! 

You grabbed a fistful of his suit lapels and shoved him back against the elevator wall. His electric purple leather gloved hands grabbed onto your wrists. His eyes widened and his brows raised in surprise and he let out a chuckle coated in arousal.

“Oh my, should you really be coming onto me, your boss, like this?” 

“You know damn well that’s not what I’m doing! God, you are so insufferable!”

He narrowed his eyes. His grip tightened on your wrists, lifting your arms above your head and quickly spun you around, pinning you on the wall opposite of him. You felt him press into you, his hardened dick pushing against your ass.

“Oh, please! You like me, admit it! And don’t think I haven’t noticed those stolen glances. Your flirty little jokes, your seductive tone, and just look at how you come to work! Dressed in those, those tight dresses, those short, sexy little skirts-”

“-it’s your dress code, you absolute asshole!” You tried breaking free, but ended up just moving your hips in a way it was causing your ass to grind on his painfully erect dick. 

Geez, you really just couldn’t quit teasing Edward, could you?

Edward let out a groan at your movements. You’d be lying to yourself if you said he wasn’t arousing you. At least, just a little bit. You felt an all too familiar ache between your legs at the way he manhandled you. Even at the attention he gave you, you pretended to hate it but really? You reveled in it. 

“True, be that as it may, still. You do show up dressed so hot. So tempting, you little vixen.” He purred against the shell of your ear.

“Fucking hell Edward, do you treat all the employees this way?” 

“Hmmm,” He pretended to really think about your question, in all reality he only paid attention to you, “just the hot ones!” He turned you around, and pressed his waist into yours.

You rolled your eyes at his answer, “What do you think you’re doing?” 

“Consider this a performance appraisal!” You could practically hear the smug grin on his face. 

“You’re such an ass, you know that?” 

“So you’ve told me. Want to know what I think?” He leaned into your ear, “I think you like that about me.” His hands gripped your hips, eliciting a gasp from you.

You placed your own hands on his shoulders, “Hardly. I can’t stand you.” 

He leaned back just enough to make eye contact with you. You did your best to scowl at him, to show him you meant every word you said. 

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” 

“I’m about to be really fucking cute in a second.” You snarled. 

“Oh really? Show me.”

You sighed, loudly, and pressed your lips to his in an angry kiss. 

Edwards brows shot up, his lips tensed. He pushed into you even more, returning the heated kiss. He reached down just under your ass and lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and tangled your hands in his hair, knocking his chartreuse fedora off in the process. 

You both moaned into each other’s mouths. Edward shoved his tongue in your mouth, and you accepted greedily. His hands squeezed your ass, and you whined at his actions. 

“This.” You continued to kiss him. “Is just to.” He kissed you back. “Shut you up.”

He pulled away, “Don’t kid yourself.” He let you down, “Get on your knees.”

You quickly dropped down, your knees pressing into the hardwood flooring of the elevator.

Edward undid his zipper, and pulled his erect cock out of his pants. He wasn’t long, but Jesus he was thick. You went wide-eyed at the girth of his dick. You looked up at him.

His cheeks were a bright pink. “S-so… it’s not much but…”

“Eddie, how am I gonna fit that in my mouth?”

Your question took him aback. Before he could answer you, you took his cock in your hand and pressed a kiss to his leaky tip. Edward stuttered out a groan and braced an arm above you, against the elevator wall. You placed more kisses down the shaft, to the base where a patch of red pubic hair resided. You looked up at him again, and met his closed eyes. His mouth was slightly open, his breathing was heavy. 

You licked a languid stripe up his shaft, eliciting a whimper from Edward. Your tongue reached his tip, licking up his salty pre-cum. You slowly took him in your mouth. You stuck out your tongue, guiding the underside of his cock further into your mouth. You relaxed your jaw as much as you could, but he still caused your jaw to ache. You took a deep breath and lurched forward, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, your nose pressed against his fiery-red pubic hair. 

Edward let out another guttural groan, his free hand cradled the back of your head. “Fu-fuck, I knew you had a better use for your mouth.” 

You hollow your cheeks, moving your head back and forth and begin sucking his cock, using your tongue to work the underside of him. Edward was a whining mess above you. His grip on your head tightened, pulling your hair in the process. You moaned at the feeling. 

"w-wait-fuck-I want to-." He leaned his head back and moaned at the way you worked his cock.

You released him with a pop and looked up at him.

He looked back down at you, his face almost redder than his hair, "You look good down there." He smirked.

You stood up, "I look pretty good bent over too."

Edward's cock twitched at your words.

You began unbuttoning your blouse, slowly revealing your lace bra, which you slowly pushed up, letting your tits spill out. Edward's gaze immediately went to your exposed chest.

His hands were on you, roaming over your chest, cupping your breasts, and kneading the squishy flesh. You captured his mouth into another fiery kiss.

Edward's hands roamed further down, over the sides of your thighs. He gripped the hem of your skirt and lifted it up over your hips. He leaned away from the kiss and spun you around once more.

You braced yourself against the elevator wall, and spread your feet apart. He reached up and pulled your underwear down, letting it fall to your ankles.

Edward took in a deep breath, he felt light headed. His mind was spinning. He reached to shaky hands out to you and spread you further apart getting a good look at your glistening opening.

"Well, Mr. Nygma? Are you gonna stare all day or are you going to fuck me?"

"I'm gonna..." He cleared his throat, "Of course I, Edward Nygma, am going to fuck you."

You rolled your eyes at his statement.

He took his aching cock in his hand and lined himself up with you. He pushed his leaky tip to your opening, hissing at the feeling of your wet sex barely touching him. He thrust forward, encasing himself inside you, letting out a choked moan at the feeling of your cunt swallowing all of his cock.

His hips now flushed with yours. He leaned over you panting in your ear.

"Fu-fuck, if I knew you felt this good I'd have gotten in your pants sooner! You've been holding out on me."

"Shut up, Edward." You moved your hips against his, causing him to let out a pathetic whine.

"You... You little tease." He moved his hips with yours, setting a quick pace.

His cock stretched you just enough. His short length hit your G-spot just right every time he thrust into you. The small space was filled with the obscene sounds of slapping skin, and your cunt squelching around Edward's cock.

he filled you with pleasure, pleasure you didn't think he was even capable of giving. You felt your self getting closer to the edge. All you could think about was cumming on Edward's thick cock.

Each thrust had you moaning in ecstasy. Each thrust had you shaking in pleasure. You were starting to think this wouldn't be a one-time thing. Hell, despite his insufferable personality, he was a good lay.

"I'm...close-fuck-where... do you want my load?" He asked through his teeth.

"Wherever, just don't stop yet." You felt the coil of your orgasm wind tighter and tighter behind your navel.

Edward kept a consistent pace.

"Oh god, Edward, yesyesyes-" Your orgasm tore through you, relief flooding your senses.

Edward quickly pulled himself out of you, "Fuck hurry and get back on your knees."

You did, and he shoved his cock in your mouth, cumming down your throat as soon as he did.

You swallowed all of what he had to give. You sucked on him a little longer.

"HE-hey! I'm sensitive!" He whimpered.

You finally released him when you were sure he was cleaned.

You stood up, wiping the corner of your mouth. You both stared at each other.

The elevator made a soft ding and started moving once more.

You quickly fixed your skirt and buttoned up your shirt. You smoothed out your hair. The elevator doors finally opened to your floor and you stepped out, holding the door and glancing back to a disheveled Edward. 

Edward's hat was long forgotten on the floor, his red hair mussed up. His flushed face almost matched. His plum shirt was un-tucked, his trousers still undone. You smiled at the sight.

“Well, Mr. Nygma. I hope my employee performance was satisfactory?” 

He looked up at you, his eyes still glazed over, his expression completely fucked-out. He could only manage a small nod. 

You removed your hand, and gave him a wink before the door closed. 

[w-meth]

Gingers have no souls and they are ruining society, but God damn are they hot

[finniestoncrane]

Hey Finnie! I was curious, do you have any headcanons about the Riddlers being pussydrunk?

Riddler Headcanons hi hello this took me so long to get to i am so sorry anon lmao BUT ANYWAY i am back with headcanons!! i very much could see this happening to the boys (and it annoying them a lot) 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: oral sex, vaginal sex, hate-fucking, mention of anal sex

zero year

kind of loser who gets pussy drunk just glimpsing your cunt

kind of dork who presses two fingers in and sucks on them for ten minutes just for your taste

kind of dweeb who gets fully erect and close to cumming just from the smell of your pussy

kind of asshole who hates being pussy drunk because it makes him seem like he lets himself be controlled by it

which is NOT the alpha male attitude he's trying to cultivate

kind of idiot who might decide that since being pussy drunk isn't the vibe he wants for himself

that maybe anal is the way to go from here on out

gotham

pussy drunk is the only kind he'll tolerate since he doesn't particularly like losing control of himself or his thoughts

(all too easy to either... strangle your crush to death or hallucinate your frienemy/soulmate singing to you otherwise)

anyway he's the kind of guy who could spend 30 minutes eating pussy and then come away actually feeling kind of drunk

complete state of happiness, absolute ecstacy

thinking he's king of the world

not making very much sense

but determined to keep going to chase that feeling

arkham

he's the kind of guy who blames it all on you when he starts forgetting what he's doing

which, to be fair, is correct since it's your pussy he's thinking about

unable to go longer than three minutes without thinking about you and drooling when he's supposed to be working hard

so don't be surprised if you're happily minding your own business hours or even days afterwards

and are swiftly interrupted by him coming in to yell at you

for fifteen uninterrupted minutes mind you

before he asks rather sheepishly if you'd maybe just give him a little bit more of what he's got a taste for

just to see if that helps get it off his mind

telltale

oh he hates the effect you have on him

the notion that a simple, very human act that he's performed with multiple partners before could be so different

could make him completely incapable of stringing together a coherent sentence

could impair his reasoning, his general functions, both mental and physical

that his infatuation with you specifically could have him laying on a bed, drooling, empty mind

it's not going to stop him from going through it all again next time though

he's completely addicted

unburied

he'll pretend that he's not affected at all

pull out of you with the same nonchalant attitude as he would have after brushing his teeth or making a coffee

but buried beneath the sarcasm and the dry exterior...

he's losing it completely, and he secretly likes it

the ability to just let himself be kind of stupefied, with an excellent excuse for it?

no wonder he keeps coming back for more, even if he pretends that it's for your benefit more than his

twojar

absolute fuckin hound for pussy, and will go completely catatonic after sex

needs a good few hours of just holding you while he lays there completely still

just contemplating the world and trying to remember how to walk

keeping at least a finger on your body to keep the room from spinning and to make sure he stays grounded

because he over exerts himself, a lot of frantic, passionate, extremely physical work

and afterwards he needs time to recover from it or he'll do himself an injury

dano

he's literally one good pussy away from being cured

like the minute his dick is wet and you're moaning his name he's a changed man

what plans for revenge? what bombs? what weird traps that he built by himself?

who the fuck even is batman?

you're on the news the next day getting the medal of honour from the city of gotham

you saved lives. your pussy saved lives

your mailbox is filled with little homemade greetings cards afterwards

they're addressed to your pussy, not you

btaa

guess who's in a much better mood for the rest of the week?

as much as she tries to ignore it, miss tuesday can always tell when eddie has been with you

because he is far less grumpy and frustrated for quite a while afterwards

it's nice that you have that kind of power over him

but it does make him insufferably optimistic

which means more work for her when he decides that the grand schemes he thought were terrible and too complicated before he got his dick wet

they're now suddenly completely viable, because he is the greatest man to ever live

young justice

get that man to REHAB he is ADDICTED to pussy and he CANNOT handle it

talk about a lightweight, he's ten seconds inside of you and already unable to form a single though

it's a miracle he knows to keep breathing let alone remembering to thrust

he remembers nothing about anything else in life when he's in the zone, either fucking you or eating you out

basic maths? the ability to speak in sentences? gone

it's a good thing you're moaning his name because he might not remember it otherwise

btas

if he gets a particularly good fuck in then you can guarantee that he is out of commission for at least a couple of days

cheerful, whistling, humming tunes, dancing around his office

and the best part of it is that he knows he's happy, but he can never remember the details of why

because he can get blackout drunk on your cunt

all inhibitions lost

he's muttering words and phrases that he never would otherwise, far too lewd for someone classy and intelligent like him

doing things to you that you'd never expect from him, but definitely welcome the next time he decides to partake

[ilovetheriddler]

The Different Riddlers on a date at an amusement Park. Mini fic Scenarios.

Oh boy! That's a lot of riddle loving menaces! These are all short little mini fic scenarios centered around the idea of an amusement park date!

Word Count: 2,160.

Contents: Kissing, mentions of puking briefly, highly suggestive themes but nothing too explicit.

Gotham.

Just where had Ed wandered off to? You weren't quite sure, and it was honestly making you a bit worried. You knew how much he had been looking forward to this date, planning it months in advance to be just perfect, so the idea that he'd just leave without a word confused you.

You attempted to call his phone a few times, only to be met with his voice mail, where on earth had he run off to? You tried looking through the crowd for him and were starting to lose hope of finding him until you felt a hand grab your wrist and pull you along with them. By the time your mind fully registered that it was Edward, you were already sitting down, with a bar being lowered in front of you.

"E-Edward?! Where were you?"

"Huh? Oh! I was looking for the ferris wheel! I couldn't find anything about where it would be located on their website, so I wanted to find it as soon as we got here."

You let out a slightly surprised yelp as you felt yourself moving. As you saw the ground getting further and further away from your feet, you realized that you were on the ferris wheel. He had wandered off, found it, and dragged you to it after that. You couldn't help but chuckle.

"Ed, you could have just told me that when we first got here! Why were you so excited for the ferris wheel anyway?"

"Well... I thought it would be a pleasant experience! You know? I find the circular motion to be the perfect mixture of soothing and exciting, plus I get to be close to you... so there's that as well..."

He threw one of his arms around your shoulders and pulled you slightly closer before his lips met yours in a sweet and prolonged kiss.

Batman: The Animated Series.

Edward had been extremely pleased when he found out that there was a small arcade within the amusement park, nothing super fancy, just some older arcade cabinet games, but he was thrilled and you thought it was really sweet how clearly overjoyed he was.

He was currently on his third game, having already acquired the top scores on the previous two. They were puzzle games, which explained why the small little acarde section was practically a ghost town. Not too many people going to an amusement park were really going to play older puzzle games. But these were exactly the type of things that Edward loved.

"My dear! Look at that, I've bested yet another person's score. My skills at this are truly unrivaled."

"I can see that, I'm glad that you're having fun... I was honestly a bit worried that you might not enjoy coming here..."

"Nonsense! This is the most amusement that I've had outside of my own riddles in a long time!"

You couldn't stop yourself from giggling as he pulled you to sit on his lap as he continued playing away on the acarde games. You felt your face heat up slightly as he started kissing your neck gently.

"E-Edward! We're in public!"

"Don't worry, my dear, I'm not going to go too far, just a few kisses here and there.... and besides, there's not exactly anyone else in this specific section. Now, is there?"

His soft and just slightly mischievous laugh rang out right next to your ear as he continued his kisses on your neck and trailed them down to your shoulder.

Arkhamverse.

You had honestly thought that Edward would turn down your idea for an amusement park date, so when he did actually agree to go, you were incredibly excited..... Keyword being were... You genuinely loved Edward so much, but being slung around in a bumper car as he repeatedly slammed into other cars with enough force to almost give you whiplash wasn't exactly what you had in mind!

But you couldn't lie, seeing Eddie with that Grin on his face, cackling to the point where several people were onlooking with deep concern, was truly all it took to make it worth it. At least he was enjoying himself.

"Ahaha! These Imbecilic fools are no match for my excellent driving skills!!"

"....Eddie, your license has been revoked on several different occasions...."

"Only because of the fact that the people of Gotham city can't handle my superiority, so they try to restrict me!"

You continued to be swung around like a rag doll for another thirty minutes until the staff had received enough complaints and forcefully removed the two of you from the park. Going as far as to Ban Edward for life as a precaution. He wasn't pleased about it, not at all.

A few days later, you'd walked into his lair and found him frantically constructing his own version of the bumper cars, specifically to use in one of his traps for the caped crusader. You noticed a man tied to a chair on the other side of the room, the same man that had thrown you both out and banned him.

"Eddie...? Why exactly do you have that guy tied up?"

"It's very simple, I needed a guinea pig to test out my latest project!"

You knew that it was better to pick and choose your battles with Edward, so while you did feel sorry for the poor amusement park worker, it was late and you didn't want to argue over it, so you just went back to bed.

Telltale.

Edward had been on the fence about whether he actually wanted to join you on your trip to the amusement park. He wasn't exactly a young fellow anymore, so walking around all day didn't sound too pleasant. However, he did suppose that he should spend some time with you doing something that you wanted since you've been such a good assistant when it came to his plans.

So despite this being meant as a sort of reward for you, he didn't miss a single opportunity to complain about his joint pain and about how hot out it was, as if he hadn't willingly chosen to wear an outfit with a lot of layers. Luckily, though you didn't mind, you were used to Edward's complaints and were just glad that he was spending time with you.

Much to both your and his own surprise, he genuinely enjoyed the log flume of all rides, He could sit down and relax, and occasionally being splashed by the water made the heat slightly more bearable. He ended up going on that same ride a few times in a row before the two of you decided to take a small break on a bench nearby.

"So um... Thank you so much, Edward. I honestly didn't think that you'd even want to come here with me..."

".... I didn't originally intend to. However, I decided that you deserved a bit of my presence... as a reward for your recent work...."

You leaned against his shoulder, which seemed to throw him off slightly, before he quickly regained his composure and chuckled at the sight. He threw his arm around your shoulders and pulled you to lean in a bit closer before pressing a quick kiss onto your forehead.

2022 Batman.

Edward could hardly believe it when you told him that you wanted to take him out on a date to an amusement park. He'd never been to one before, so he was extremely excited! Not only because of the fact that he always wanted to do things like this as a child but couldn't, but because he'd be doing it with you, it'd be an actual date!

He was originally fairly nervous about the idea of how some of the rides would be, but once you both got there, he found himself having quite a pleasant time! Until you got to the Rollercoasters, then it went from a pleasant time to an amazing time! You were both screaming quite loudly while on them, but it was different for both of you. Edward had this look in his eyes, a look of unbridled gleefulness. He looked ecstatic as you both rode the Rollercoaster. In fact, he insisted on riding it another ten times!

You couldn't help but wonder if the reason why he was enjoying it so much had anything to do with the adrenaline his brain was producing as a result? Perhaps it was giving him a feeling that was somewhat similar to how his actions as the riddler made him feel? There was no way to be sure. He was overjoyed as you both got off the ride again. Unfortunately, you had to run over to the nearest trash can, feeling horribly queasy after being forced to endure a rollercoaster eleven times in a row. Edward looked extremely concerned as he approached you and started rubbing your back, attempting to help you through your nausea.

"A-are you alright, my dear? W-was that too many times? I'm so sorry if I overdid it...."

"...It's fine, Eddie. I'm just happy to see that you're enjoying yourself.... but yeah, after the seventh time, it might have been a bit much...."

Zero Year.

You were extremely skeptical and a bit cautious of wherever Edward was dragging you off to, He hadn't seemed all that interested in the amusement park a few minutes ago... what could he have possibly seen or stumbled upon to suddenly shift his mood so drastically?

You were even more confused when he stopped in front of a currently shut down maze of mirrors. You felt chills run down your spine as you glanced over at him to question what exactly he was planning, only to see that mischievous look in his eyes... whatever it was wasn't good if he had that look in his eyes, you could at least say that for certain.

He wandered inside, and you followed behind him. Just what was he planning? After walking for a few minutes, you started to grow frustrated. Perhaps he simply did this to annoy and inconvenience you. You turned around to say something but stopped dead in your tracks as you saw him unbuttoning his suit jacket before tossing it on the ground.

"E-Edward? W-what on earth are you doing?!"

He slowly stepped closer to you, a sly grin plastered on his face as he leaned in closer to you.

"Oh, come on.... there's no one around, and I'd truly be a fool not to take advantage of all of these... mirrors, wouldn't I, my dear?"

"Excuse me?! I bring you to an amusement park, and your first idea is to have sex in a shutdown maze of mirrors?!"

He disregarded his shirt on top of his suit jacket before moving on to unbuckle his belt. His breath drifted across your ear as he lowered his voice to sultry whisper.

"Precisely.... Don't lie to me and say that you aren't the least bit aroused by the idea...?"

The bad thing is that he wasn't wrong.... and that bothered you more than anything else.

Unfortunately, the two of you ended up being banned for life once a worker who was cleaning up the area stumbled upon you two in the throes of passion. Edward seemed unbearably smug, though. Even as you were both thrown out.

Young Justice.

Edward was overjoyed by your invitation to go to the amusement park together, it would be your and his first ever official date, and he was confident that it would be perfect... alright, maybe not fully confident, somewhat confident... he wasn't actually confident, that was a lie, he was deeply worried about something screwing up the entire date.

So he kept his eyes open, watching the area with a keen eye, he'd let this date be ruined over his dead body! As the date contained on there seemingly wasn't any major issues... Until he realized that there was a tunnel of love here and that you really wanted to go on it with him.

He was ultimately unable to say no, so the two of you got on the ride, sat down in those stupid little boats, and started floating along the long, dimly lit corridor. Actually.... the atmosphere would be absolutely perfect for stealing a few kisses from you. Yes, it'd be perfect!

He put his previous concerns behind him as he grabbed you suddenly and slammed his lips against yours, an intense passion behind the kiss. It lasted a few seconds before he pulled away to catch his breath, only to then reconnect them again and again. It was everything he had hoped that it would be. However, then the ride stopped suddenly, and he was sent falling off the boat and into the water, soaking his clothes.

"Damn it!! C-can't those idiots run a ride correctly?!"

"Are you alright, Eddie? That was quite a sudden fall...."

You helped him back onto the boat, but now he felt that his pride was damaged slightly, so he just sat there and sulked in his drenched suit, his favorite suit!

[adhdnursegoat]

Hello, welcome to my curated collection of questionable decisions, emotional damage, unsolicited genius, and Gotham-grade intimacy, starring one very high-maintenance man in green.

Sometimes the lights go out, and you don't bother finding the switch.

Sometimes he finds you reading smut about him.

Sometimes you're just trying to do your job.

Sometimes he's pretending you don't undo him with a look.

And sometimes—just sometimes—you both act like this isn’t the most important thing that's ever happened to either of you.

Features: accidental confessions, emotional constipation, too much eye contact, not enough self-control, a wellness journal Edward swears isn’t going to work, exactly zero logical coping strategies, and smut, smut, smut!

There are no rules. Only regrets and ridiculous amounts of tension.

Masterlist below:

In the Event of a Blackout - Arkham Knight Riddler x gn reader

This is Not a Drill - Young Justice Riddler x gn reader

Asset Extraction - Young Justice Riddler x fem reader

Puppy Love - Young Justice Riddler x fem reader

Oral Exam - Arkham City Riddler x gn reader (with mentions of a vagina)

Low Power Mode - Arkham Knight Riddler x gn reader

A Study in Wreckage - BTAS Riddler x gn reader w/ long hair

Informed Consent - Arkhamverse Riddler x fem nurse reader

Intellect ≠ Immunity - Arkhamverse Riddler character study (nonfiction)

Palustrine Dreams - Young Justice Riddler x fem reader

Unauthorized Biography - Arkhamverse Riddler x fem reader

[styluswritesdc]

hiii could u do hcs of some of the riddlers with an autistic!reader? thank uu <33 i really love all of your writings ( •̀ ω •́ )

yes!! I sure can :) I love writing for these narstie little rat men hehehe

I included Killing time Riddler as I've recently reread it and I do love him!

I've always believed as an autistic person that these guys are on the spectrum. so this is going to be lovely for you dear reader!

Zero year:

oh man.. like yeah, this guy GETS IT.

he literally wears gloves to refrain from touching icky textures.

the only issue is that he is TERRIBLE if you're overstimulated. He'll poke you and make you TWEAK. like brother take two steps back before I lunge at you.

he's loud. He is overstimulating so.. good luck.

other than that he's understanding to sources of discomfort (just not him). He hates going to supermarkets, shopping centres or anywhere with a lot of people, germs or those EVIL florescent lights. He's getting you out of there.

He has his own melt downs all the time so if you have one, he's surprisingly understanding.

you're gonna stim together, especially if you have echolalia. he's saying funny little words or noises all the time.

Killing time:

okay so, bad.. but has a good side..

he compulsively uses riddles in his speech more than the other riddlers. which can be difficult or frustrating if you're trying to convey a complicated feeling or emotion.

its worse if you're already overstimulated and you've got this ginger rat in your ear speaking in literal riddles. like no, not right now please honey.

he also wears gloves for texture reasons. which is actually quite nice for you since they're a really soft leather!

he smells good, feels good.. he's actually kind of nice sensory wise! is actually soothing if you were anxious in public to fiddle with his gloves, cuff links or his very fancy suit.

Arkham:

look at this greasy old man. if the first thing that comes to mind isn't "man struggling with OCD and autistic tendencies" you're WRONG.

when you're the one having a melt down, it can be a bit difficult for him.

like. this is a small issue with your relationship as he wouldn't know how to deal with your symptoms of autism as he cant even cope with his own.

he's also a little awful texture wise. I mean specifically in Knight. this man is covered in grease, oil, sweat and dirt... not the nicest to touch.

he would be considerate to your overstimulation though, regardless of what you need he is helpful. if you need silence he wont make a peep!

TWOJAR:

sigh.. my HERO. the best guy at this.

I mean- he doesn't completely get it but, he literally has the ability to snap his fingers and what he wants to happen will happen.

Aka; if he can't immediately do something his men are on it.

music too loud? to busy here? overstimulated in general? need headphones? he's snapping his fingers and its sorted.

he won't be an issue when you are overstimulated or having a meltdown.

he's doing what he's figured out suits you best, either holding you, talking to you, or neither of those thing. he just aims to soothe and ground you.

genuinely ideal for this.

BTAS:

again, this brother has gloves on to stop germs and having to touch anyone. he especially hates shaking hands!

he GETS it. so whatever you need, he's right here.

he literally designs toys. he will make you fidget toys. genuinely he makes ones for him that are tiny pocket puzzles. any specific texture, sound or sensation you want!!

he's so fun too! with stimming together and info dumping!

will listen to you talk about your topic or media of choice and listen to it for as long as you want!super engaging about it too!

you will need to give him the same effort and attention when he info dumps to you though!

Dano:

oh he's great at it. stimming, info dumping, overstimulation even meltdowns- he's great at coping with them. (only with you though.. when he experiences these he's bad at managing them!)

he's so soothing. quiet voice, gentle touch, clear questions and gets straight to the point with things.

will blanket you up real nice and get pillows and snacks and stick on your comfort show/film

speaking of, he would love for you to show him your favourite medias and he will show you his!

its bonding time as far as he's concerned! info dumping for the win!

you have a joint fidget toy drawer where you have your collection!

[acapelladitty]

ZY!Riddler/TM!Reader - Origin

Summary - Edward discovers that, much to his surprise, he is going to be the first person you've ever fucked.

Fic Masterlist ☆ Link to AO3 ☆ Ko-Fi

His hand trailing across the tight elastic of the boxers which are clinging to your hips, Edward looks every inch the cat who has caught the canary as he gazes up at you from his reclined position.

"Being fucked by me is a privilege, I hope you appreciate it." As smug as ever, his red hair is a mess against the sheets and the stubble which coats his chin feels wondefully rough against your fingers as you stroke along his jaw. "Whoever has sampled you before is about to be knocked down to an easy bronze. At the very least."

"It's easy to win a contest with no competition."

You say the words before you really think too much about them, the anxious arousal which is curling low in your spine making your head feel a little woozy as your heart thrums in your chest. The boxers feel uncomfortable against your hole, damp and warm as you grind against his groin, unable to help yourself.

"No competition? Surely not." Edward laughs, and its an easy sound which is only roughened around the edges by his arousal. "If you are attempting to preserve my ego then it's a wasted venture when I know I am-"

He cuts himself off, taking in the growing flush of your cheeks and the tactful way that your gaze is locking itself on his sparsely-haired chest as you refuse to meet his eye.

"Oh?" Edward frowns, caught off guard by the admission. "Oh. You're not kidding. Well," he pauses, some of the bravado sinking from his features as he considers the impact of the revelation, "that changes things."

"It does?" Your voice comes out higher than you would like, a creeping shame that he no longer wanted you curling around your chest like a vice.

"Well, naturally." Frowning, Edward clicks his tongue. "I am now much more inclined to take my time, handsome. A good first impression is impossible to make twice."

In a flurry of movement he has your positions switched, your back now pressing flat against the sheets as he looms over you with a predatory look. His leg shifts up, knee pressing against the boxers as he grinds himself into your groin - the movement grazing your engorged clit and making you grip at his wrists as he peers down into your anxious face.

"If anything, this makes you more attractive to me. You are untouched and ready to be broken in by a true genius, someone deserving of such a lovely canvas to play with."

Raising your ass, you allow him to slip your boxers free and he's quick to discard them in a messy pile on the floor. His expression quirks into a smirk as he takes in your obvious arousal, the glisten of the pubic hair which surrounds your hole as your enlarged clit pokes free of the skin.

"I haven't even touched you yet and already you're hard for me." Edward announces smugly, his fingers quick to jerk across your clit as your entire body stiffens at the sudden, piercing sensation. "A handsome little cock for such a lovely man."

Almost vibrating with need, your teeth worry at your lower lip as you cant your hips into his hand.

"Eddie, please. I want you- want you now!"

In response, Edward hums as he quickly sinks two fingers into your tight hole - the digits meeting absolutely no resistance due to the sloppy wetness there.

"Hmm, I can feel that." Pushing his fingers further, he turns his hand so he can palm at you roughly - the heel of his hand grinding against your clit as you release a stuttering moan. "Maybe you are ready for me."

Edward's cock is hard, the sight of it not unfamiliar given your other fun, but something about the way it juts proudly from the base of red pubic hair which rings it makes your mouth water. The slightly darker hue of his cockhead is visibly damp with pre-cum, the result of his hand as he continues to roll it across his length lazily.

Snatching your hips with his free hand, he guides you gently until your knees are spread wide and he's able to brush his cock along your slit - your legs curling slightly around the back of him as you give him all the access he needs. A cool droplet of sweat rolls down your collarbone and you wipe it away with trembling fingers.

"Do it, Eddie. Make me yours and only yours."

Breathing the words with a low whimper, you jerk in place as he rubs the stiff end of his cock along your slit to collect your arousal for easier entry. His expression is intense, focused in a way which takes the air from your lungs as you focus on the delicious feel of his length stroking the growing ache that is making you insane.

"There might be some discomfort and I expect you to use your words to let me know how you feel."

Nodding frantically, you attempt to push down on his cock and take what you need but he tuts at the pathetic effort and instead takes your nod as confirmation. Time itself seems to slow in an instant as he presses the head of his cock against your hole and slowly pushes himself in.

The stretch is intense but wonderful in how it seems to scratch the itch of need which has your chest moving rapidly and your eyes fluttering at the sensation. It's not painless, more uncomfortable than anything, but it's immediately offset by just how delighted Edward looks as he refuses to look away from the adoration which rolls through your features.

Hilting himself fully with a cheeky thrust that tears a discomforting groan from your throat, Edward cannot hold back a victorious snarl which is followed up with a single word - little more than a possessive growl as he holds his cock within you to savour the moment.

"Mine."

[rae-raewrites]

Can you do the Riddlers with an introverted artist reader who draws them sometimes?

As if he didn’t need more for his ego anon lol

The riddlers with a introverted artist S/O

Arkham

Congratulations you have ended up with an extrovert with many an introvert quality!

Eddie’s already quite the recluse so you doing your own thing in his space isn’t as much of a problem as he originally thought.

He keeps a pretty keen eye on everything that matters to him,his plans,his puzzles, you!

Well apparently not well enough when he finds you scribbling in your sketchbook

Extremely fascinated when he sees you look up almost like you got caught doing something

Of course when you shyly reveal what you’re doing well…….to say he didn’t have the biggest smile on his face would be a lie.

“Well look at you taking notice and appreciation of the genius around you!”

Congratulations you’ve accidentally fed his ego and completely charmed him at the same time

Internally though he is absolutely at awe of how much you’ve managed to capture him

Especially the not so…….easy edges

But mostly on those good,handsome ones that make him so downright irresistible

BTAS

Absolutely sweetheart in terms of you being an introvert

Like he’s a boy who understands it’s just not in your nature to be his level of flashy (let’s be honest, who is?)

Doesn’t mean he doesn’t spend hours at his desk not tinkering with the idea of a new scheme

His thinking face basically perfect to be sketched

“Dear? You’re staring.”

Wants to scold you manners wise but gets caught off guard when he sees the sketched in you’re hand

That’s…..that’s him!

All his wrinkles! His hair!

And with such mindfulness of proportions!

He’s…..charmed. Absolutely utterly charmed and hopelessly in love.

BTAA

He’s having a artist block day and it’s hitting him

Like HARD

Poor Eddie is trying to find some inspiration today

During one of his many attempts to find some inspiration he finds his muse with a pencil and paper

“Mi amor? What are you doing?”

When you shyly show him what you’ve sketched he’s genuinely perplexed for a second

It’s……it’s him succeeding at a plan!

He wants to kiss you. Genuinely

Like it’s hanging out on his desk now and he’s smiling like a maniac.

Congratulations. Now Gotham has to contend with another possible plan of his.

Zero year

Wether in intentional or not he can be a real jackass about your introvertness

He’s just…….really flashy? With a side and flair for the dramatic?

I mean the man held Gotham hostage and proceeded to make an hour with the main focus was out smarting him

Sees you drawing when he happens to look up from one of his MANY projects

“Whatcha scribbling down there doll?”

To say his grin when you show him is shit eating is well……an understatement.

Man goes out of his way to start losing some clothes

“What?! It’ll help you capture my really good side ! Not to mention it is hot in here.”

You’re gonna probably have to yell at him to get some actual clothing on at some point.

Like he’s to over dramatic to not see this as an opportunity for anything dirty to happen

[mrsrookhunt]

Learning to Love Again | Zero Year! Edward Nygma X Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

This isn’t good so I’m probably just gonna request better authors to write their versions LOL but I’ll give it a shot. Sorry for the 2 year hiatus!

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At first, Eddie is so hesitant to be touched. He’s scared— fearful of touch, terrified of the consequences of any hand laid upon him except his own.

Years of being mistreated have made every touch a painful one, whether it intends to inflict pain or not. The strike of fear through his body as it hammers into his heart is too close to the feeling that comes before a blow. He, a man with much to hide, does not feel he is a man with much to love. It’s one of his only insecurities, though he hates to admit it even to himself. The experiences he’s had consume his ability to open his heart to new ones.

When you first come into the picture, he does not consider how much he needs to put into the relationship— cocky as always, he wants the benefits, without the expectation of giving back the love he demands. He makes it clear that touch is hardly his thing. You kissed him once, and he used it as an excuse to make a dramatic scene of repulsion by it.

Really, the issue was that it’d caught him off guard. It was scary, new, and unfamiliar to him. Something he didn’t expect, and wasn’t ready to feel. The warmth in the pit of his stomach that came after the dread. The hypnotic buzz in his brain that made his mind go blank and dull for the moment it lasted.

For months, there was no touch— no care, no affections, between the two of you.

His and your desires in a relationship could not be more different.

Finally, it comes up. In the form of an argument, an angry outburst of pain as you cannot grasp why he cannot accept the very base of human love and affection. It’s painful for both, but Eddie needs to hear it. To know that he has caused pain, in his attempt to distance himself from his own.

After the dust settles, you give him options. You can go your separate ways, or he can start working on this. He needs to. The human body desperately needs that affection to function, and he needs to confront his fear of it.

He chooses the latter. It takes him a while— his ego hurts him deeply as he grapples with the thought that he’s done anything wrong at all, that anything he’s done could have consequences in his personal life. But eventually, he gets the message. He can’t avoid this. He has to do it, if he wants to keep the one person who’d ever loved him the way he always felt he’d deserved.

It starts off with small touches. You kiss him in the morning, he kisses you in the evening. It’s soft, and brief, but it helps you let him know that not all touches equal brutality and painful endings. It’s hard to unlearn concepts derived from desperation, but overtime, you get there. It’s slow, and sometimes painful in its own way, but it means a lot.

Eddie becomes far more receptive to the occasional touch— a hug, a kiss, maybe even the rare snuggle. It takes months, but he find his way into it, eventually.

The day you find yourself slow dancing with him in the kitchen, laughing, relaxed, his hands on your hips and yours around his neck— is the first time you’re ever sure, with a certainty so great, you have the overwhelming urge to cry, that everything will be alright.

You’re the first person who’s ever showed him that care; that love, that deep down, every human instinctually desires. After he lets go of the damning idea that he couldn’t possibly need someone to love him— your relationship becomes what it needed to be. What you and Eddie needed.

Over time, Eddie becomes the main initiator of intimacy & affections. He desperately craves touch, and try as he might to hide it with his ego, he fails in his actions. His desire to curl up on you, snuggle with you in the shower, or lean over your shoulder as you brush your teeth to give you the softest kisses to the neck. To him, you’re his everything.

He may have days where he doesn’t want to be touched, or he still gets that rush of adrenaline and dread, but it leaves quickly. You’re his new rock. The person who taught him that maybe not all touch is, was a new means of suffering. Maybe, it can make the heart bloom instead of shrink.

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Once again, sorry for the two year hiatus! :p

-Kaori

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

BTAS!Riddler,Dano!Riddler,Arkham!Riddler and ZY!Riddler with Fem!Reader Flower Shop AU (Btw Happy Valentine's Day!)

"Flower Shop" - BTAS!Riddler,Dano!Riddler,Arkham!Riddler and ZY!Riddler x Fem!Reader

A flower shop au? In 2024? And several MONTHS late?! Lets do it! I'm not going to lie to you, even though I've been around for flower shop aus, I don't ever remember getting into them when I was younger? So that being said, I really hope I've captured it right!

TW: None

BTAS

His flower shop is immaculate. Neat, plants organized by category and then sub-organized by color. Has a small greenhouse focused on more delicate or rare flowers that need special care. Due to his technological prowess, everything is automated to an exact science, down to moisture readers in the soil of the potted plants. Has an eye for arranging bouquets.

He has a criminal past and managed to elude law enforcement on his path to revenge. Instead of going right back to games and puzzles, he opted to lay low. He's successful, but how successful is a flower shop that it gains renown? It's perfect for his intentions.

You catch his eye when you come in and look around. You'd noticed the flowers from the outside and felt yourself being pulled in. After a lovely conversation that made his heart flutter, he just assumed he wouldn't see you again. Such a delightful woman never seems to accept all of him. And yet... you do. You ask questions. You appreciate him and what he is. When the time is right, he'll tell you the truth.

Flowers has been the thing to bring you together. What he plans to do to show his affections will take time- He works. He plots and designs and creates numerous genetic charts. And once the time he right he reveals the symbol of his love for you- A brand new rose variety. It's color and petals are soft. He names it after you.

2022

Hyperfixation career. In this au, there had to be a special moment in which plants became just as much of a comfort area as numbers. Perhaps something about raising them and nurturing them to bloom when he was in the orphanage? Creating something beautiful from nothing. Maybe if he keeps growing these plants, something can grow inside the void in his chest... It's not his shop, but the owner likes how dedicated he is- down to Edward's complex understanding of accounting and statistical numbers that's increased profit exponentially.

He really watches you from afar in the shop at first. The pretty woman who just moved into Gotham, looking to buy a bouquet for herself. He listens in on his boss talking to you, asking general chatty questions. His biggest takeaway is that you're alone... just like him. So when you keep coming in for new flowers, he's enamored.

Very much crushing from afar and if you asked him any questions, he'd make a bouquet that's basically a love confession in flower form- Aster, gardenias, white roses, red chrysanthemum... The actual presentation is a little messy. But it's made with such feeling it's difficult to not find it beautiful; Even if you're not sure of the meaning just yet.

In this au, he'd likely only make a move if someone else was moving in on you or if you expressed interest first. Otherwise, he'd keep a lot of his feelings to the flowers... and his totally not creepy online blog he runs where he talks about injustice and numbers and now you :)

Dumb side thought, if any of these guys was a Seymour from Little Shop, it'd be 2022. Except he was probably killing people already, this is just easier body disposal.

Arkham

He's so gruff but his flowers and plants are so lovely. Really, it's the only reason people keep going in to get them from him. His shop is dimly lit other than UV lamps and the scarce sunlight that filters through the front window for the flowers that need it. It's clean but... cluttered. There's never an instance where he doesn't have dirt and mud on his clothing. Overall, it's pretty unwelcoming for a store. Even the nursery outside is well taken care of but reminiscent of a garden to get lost in.

When you bring him a dying plant that you're desperately trying to keep alive, he looks... annoyed. Hand it over. Obviously you don't know what you're doing. Why even bother buying it if you're not going to learn to take care of it? When you tell him it was a sentimental gift, he pauses. Come back later, he'll have written instructions on how to take care of it.

If someone were to snoop, they'd find that this version of the Riddler was once something of a prodigy. Brilliant with technology and numbers. Yet he was obsessive. Couldn't stand to lose. So when he did, he couldn't accept it. Some... bad things happened and he left the game. He's vague about it. Says the other person cheated. Better to leave it alone.

When you come back in with photos showing you followed every instruction he gave you and the plant flourishing... That's when he starts getting feelings. Hey, young lady, do you- Do you perhaps need a job? He has an opening and you seem competent. He can pay you competitive rates for... whatever it is you're wasting your time on now. Then you'll be close.

Zero Year

Similar to BTAS, Zero Years shop is meticulous and filled with devices he created himself to take care of the plants automatically. He hardly needs staff- yet found himself hiring in case there are clients he doesn't want to deal with. A lot of this is a cover for the hacking and other illegal shit he pulls for giggles and his own ego. It's not nearly the same grandiose level of his crimes in the comics, but it's not nothing.

He can rattle off the taxonomy of anything inside or outside the shop. Tell you the historical and cultural significance if it has any. His flower language game is insane. This results in both flirty messages that no one seems to understand in this bouquets or scathing insults the morons will never figure out.

When you show up, he's shoving away the morons working for him to see to you himself. In his mind, it was very smooth and you probably didn't even notice. In reality, it was very obvious that he was barreling his employee over to talk to you. What were you looking for, sweetheart, hm? Tulips for your mother? Congratulatory bouquet for a coworker? ...He looks slightly annoyed- Roses for a lover? When he finds out it's just for your home. Yellow daffodils, summer savory, coral roses- He picks everything out himself, complimentary colors. He gives it to you for free with a wink.

When you come back another day insisting on actually buying something, he knows he has you. Did you know that giving someone an orchid is a sign of thoughtfulness and charm? He has a whole collection of them if you want to see. Private. If you really want to pay, that's fine. But at least take your pick of your favorite color. He insists ;)

[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.

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New fanfic ( a singular part of it) , been writing ts for a while :3 mainly about Edward Nashton, but no names are used morely just ‘him’

Tad bit of spice but nothing to crazy being said:

Does contain some graphic elements but again nothing too too much <3

You were still stretched across his lap, feeling his hand finally settle on your leg—a light pressure, like he was afraid if he touched you too firmly, you’d disappear. Or he would.

But you didn’t move away.

You shifted just slightly, your foot brushing higher against his thigh again, like you were testing his limits inch by inch.

His jaw clenched. His fingers twitched.

You noticed.

“Something wrong?” you asked softly, your voice dripping with innocent curiosity—but your eyes said something else entirely.

He didn’t respond right away. His eyes were locked on you, pupils blown wide, breath shallow. His hand squeezed gently around your thigh, thumb dragging the smallest, most delicate circle into your skin.

“I…” he started, then stopped.

You leaned closer. “Say it.”

His gaze flicked to your lips again. Then lower.

Then back to your eyes.

“You’re… dangerous,” he repeated, voice hoarse. “You make me want things.”

Your breath caught—but only for a second. You smiled, slow and knowing, and shifted again—this time lifting yourself just a bit to straddle his lap fully. One knee on either side of his hips. No more sideways positioning. No more space.

Just you. Right there.

“Maybe I want those things too,” you said.

His hands immediately found your waist, holding you steady—but he didn’t pull you down, not quite. You were hovering, barely touching, tension strung so tight between your bodies it was almost painful.

“But…” you whispered, voice brushing against his lips now, “you have to be good.”

He let out a shaky exhale. “I’m trying.”

You tilted your head. “Trying Isn't enough. You want control so bad? Show me.”

His grip tightened.

He pulled you the slightest bit closer.

But still didn’t kiss you.

Didn’t move.

Didn’t let the moment tip over the edge.

You could feel how hard he was trembling—fighting something inside him like a storm in a glass jar. And it only made you smile wider.

“I could ruin you,” you whispered, breath ghosting across his skin.

He met your eyes—fully, finally.

“And I’d let you,” he whispered back.

The silence after that was deafening.

Heavy.

Crackling.

You stayed in that position—his hands gripping your waist, your body hovering just above his, foreheads nearly touching. A breath apart from the inevitable.

But neither of you made the final move.

Because the tension was almost better than the release.

Almost.

————————————————————————

The silence pressed in like a second heartbeat. The room was still, but inside your chest everything throbbed—hot, wild, and shaking with the weight of what hadn’t yet happened.

He was holding on to you like you were made of glass… but also like he’d break if he let go.

Your faces were so close now, noses nearly brushing. His glasses had slipped slightly down his nose, but he didn’t move to fix them.

He was too busy watching you.

And you were tired of waiting.

So you moved.

Your lips barely grazed him at first—just the softest, most featherlight kiss. A test. A tease.

He froze… then inhaled sharply like he’d been punched in the ribs by the weight of it.

You pulled back, but only a breath away. “That okay?” you whispered.

He didn’t answer.

He surged forward.

The kiss that followed was nothing like the first.

It was messy. Starving. His hands flew to your back, pulling you down into him like he needed to feel your heartbeat against his own. Like if you weren’t touching everywhere, it wasn’t enough.

You kissed him harder, hands in his hair, straddling his lap fully now—no more space, no more teasing. He let out a low, desperate sound as your body pressed flush against his, everything electric and overwhelming.

It wasn’t smooth. It wasn’t careful. It was built from weeks of tension, of lingering glances, of wanting and waiting and wondering.

His glasses tilted, and you gently pulled them off, setting them aside without even breaking the kiss. You could feel how hard he was breathing beneath you, chest rising in ragged pulls, hands clinging to your waist like you were the only solid thing in the world.

When you finally pulled back, lips tingling, breath shallow, your eyes met his.

He looked wrecked.

Flushed.

Utterly undone.

“…Holy shit,” you whispered with a crooked smile, brushing your thumb against his lip. “You’ve been holding that in, huh?”

He nodded, dazed. “I didn’t think I’d get to… ever. I thought you’d hate me. Be afraid.”

You cupped his face, soft now. “You’re still you. Weird little genius with god-tier cheekbones and a criminal amount of sweaters.”

He huffed a breathless laugh.

You leaned in again, this time kissing the edge of his jaw, slow and tender. “I don’t want perfect. I want you. Just… like this.”

His eyes closed, and his arms wrapped tighter around you like he could keep you there forever.

And maybe, just maybe…

You’d let him try.

———————————————————————

You didn’t give him time to think.

Your lips crashed back to his, hungrier now, mouths moving with a fevered urgency that made it hard to breathe. His hands gripped at your hips like he was afraid you’d vanish again—like you weren’t already pressed so tightly against him he could feel your heartbeat through your ribs.

You ground down, slowly, intentionally, and he gasped into your mouth—his fingers tightening, nails digging into the curve of your waist.

You smirked at him. “Sensitive?”

He shuddered. “You have no idea.”

You leaned forward again, your mouth grazing his jaw, then down his neck. You let your lips linger just beneath his ear, whispering: “Then show me.”

That did it.

He suddenly stood—with you still in his arms. You gave a small, surprised squeak as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, arms locking behind his neck. His strength shocked you every time—it didn’t match his frame, didn’t match his twitchy, nervous demeanor. But right now? He was all fire and focus.

“Bedroom?” he asked, voice low, hoarse.

You nodded, breathless. “Yes.”

He didn’t hesitate.

He carried you there like you weighed nothing, dropping you gently onto the bed—but the second you hit the sheets, you pulled him down with you, lips colliding again, hands moving over clothes like you were both trying to memorize the feeling.

He was still trying to be careful—tentative touches, shaky hands. But you stopped him, pulling his face down to yours again.

“Hey” you breathed, lips brushing his. “I’m not going to break.”

His pupils blew wide. “You don’t understand,” he whispered. “I’ve thought about this. About you. For so long. I don’t know how to be gentle anymore.”

You stared up at him, chest rising and falling, then reached up and took his face in both hands.

“Then don’t be.”

That was the match.

The last thread holding him back snapped.

He kissed you again—hard. His weight pressed you into the mattress, one hand braced beside your head while the other dragged down your side, slipping beneath your shirt and feeling bare skin for the first time.

You moaned softly, and that sound nearly undid him.

Clothes were pulled, pushed, tossed to the floor in messy heaps. Every inch of skin revealed was another spark between you, every gasp and sigh like a secret finally spoken.

And when he finally, finally—

(when you were wrapped around him, skin to skin, fingers tangled in his hair as he whispered your name like a prayer)

—it was everything. Desperate. Raw. Tender. Violent in its need. Holy in the way it burned.

You both came undone in each other’s arms—breathless, tangled, trembling.

And when it was over… when the storm finally passed…

He stayed there, forehead pressed to yours, heartbeat hammering in his chest like a warning bell. Like he couldn’t believe this was real.

“Tell me this isn’t a dream,” he whispered, voice wrecked and thick with emotion.

You smiled softly, pulling him closer still.

“It’s not. I’m here. I’m yours.”

And this time, he believed you.

[d-apperc-adaver]

Batman Writers of tumblr do you have any ideas how to make the Riddler bot be more…accurate?

[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."

[soapskies]

Could I request some general yandere hcs for capullo/zero year riddler?

Im down bad for this man

Also just found your blog, and even tho it's new, your writings amazing!

YANDERE CAPULLO RIDDLER 🧩 ?¿

MALE READER. RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS. CONTAINS YANDERE TROPES AND SUGGESTIVE CONTENT.

— Thank you, anon! :D

One of the most difficult Riddler’s to put up with, even more so as a yandere, simply because he has absolutely no qualms about getting rid of anyone who gets in his way, especially if they are of no use to him.

That woman who gives you flirty looks at your job? Gone, off the face of the Earth, she may as well have never existed. That guy who brushed against your shoulder one time? Edward will run him through a meticulous puzzle trap, enjoying the way the blood leaves his face as he nears death, the pathetic brain-dead worm. He might even make you watch just so he can force you to play nice.

When he first grapples with his feelings, he’s beyond frustrated. He tried his hardest to forget about you. You’re just another average, brainless fool in a city full of them, and he’s the Riddler, for god’s sake!

But he can’t stop his thoughts from spiraling, can’t help envisioning you at his beck and call, subservient to him, being able to do whatever he wants with you…

Sooner or later he’ll kidnap you. It’s painful not being able to control a problem like this for him, you understand.

He convinces himself that it’s completely your fault that things had gotten to this point, like your a man sent by Satan himself to ruin his plans… not that he believes in such things.

He’s one of the sleaziest Riddler’s, and that definitely plays into the way he treats you

He sees you more like an object than a person, something he’s entitled to, and he makes damn sure to remind you of who owns your body and controls your autonomy.

He can never keep his hands off you, whether they’re gripping your waist, slung around your shoulders, caressing your chest or lingering on your thighs, all while he watches you squirm with a smirk.

I’d imagine his obsession with you is a love-hate sort of relationship. He views you as inferior, yet he wants you around him at all times, practically attached to the hip.

And my god does he love controlling every little aspect of your life, and keeping you tightly under his thumb. He’ll decide what you wear, what you eat, where you are, at all times…

It’s the only way he can scratch that insufferable itch in his brain, and deal with his obsession.

The only way he’d let you be around others is if he wanted to show you off, or embarrass you enough to bring your self-worth down.

He’ll humiliate you in front of others, hold you down, make you do unsavory things for him… all while enjoying himself.

If you dare act defiant, oh boy…

He’s not above keeping you on a leash, marking your skin up, branding you if you refuse to stay in your place

He wouldn’t severely injure you in any way, you’re already pathetic enough as you are… just enough on the skin so that it’s visible and permanent

Edward’s not particularly concerned about you “loving him back”, as long as you do what he says and behave. He accuses you of lusting after him, never admitting to it himself.

He’ll make sure there’s no chance in hell you’ll escape him, even if it means inserting tracking devices under your skin. Not that there are many chances to get away, given how you’re forced to be at his side practically every hour of every day. And who would even dare mess with the Riddler?

He’ll leave dark purple welts on your skin from where he bit down too hard, especially on your neck in the most visible of places, just so he can force you to wear shirts that show everybody who you belong to.

He’ll make you sit in his lap when he’s working or out in public, taking pride in how embarrassed you get

Maybe he’ll even tease the waistband of your boxers and threaten to take things further under the table if you don’t stop acting like a brat…

“What’s wrong? Afraid someone might notice how pathetic you’re acting? Why don’t you be a good boy and stay still for me…”