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I need someone to draw 2004 riddler x reader so bad it’s not even funny

Istg it can be anything from shittying mischaracterised thing ever to the most detailed nsfw fic ever and will read it (obvi would prefer for it to be good)

I’m desperate

I’ll take just x reader head canons

PLEASE

I NEED HIM

My riddler picture got in my school art gallery

He may the smallest picture, but he is the most ✨iconic✨

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Edward Nygma (Gotham TV show) X Reader

⍰ ⍰ Sweet Eddie ⍰ ⍰

the riddler is my biggest fictional crush

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He’s always been your sweet innocent Eddie, though what if you find out he’s not so innocent.

⍰ ⍰ ⍰ ⍰ The streets of Gotham were wet with the remnants of last night’s rain, the puddles reflecting the dim glow of the streetlights. The city never slept, but the Gotham City Police Department had been unusually quiet that day aside from the usual scumbags who seemed to find their way into the holding cells like clockwork.

Detective Y/n sat at her desk, tapping her fingers against the wooden surface as she reviewed an old case file, but her focus was elsewhere. Edward Nygma had been acting strange lately. Stranger than usual.

You had always considered him a friend, one of the few in the GCPD who wasn’t a complete asshole. Sure, he was odd, but he was kind to you. He brought you coffee in the mornings, even remembered how you liked it little things that showed he paid attention. He would ramble on about riddles, facts, and obscure trivia, and while most of your colleagues found it annoying, you didn’t mind.

But lately, he had been distant. His usual enthusiasm had dulled, and his eyes carried a weight you hadn’t seen before. He barely spoke to you unless necessary, and when he did, he was quick to end the conversation. It didn’t sit right with you.

So, you decided to check up on him.

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You knocked twice before calling out, “Ed? It’s me.”

There was a rustling sound inside, followed by what you swore was a hushed curse. Then, the door swung open, and there stood Edward Nygma.

He looked… awful.

His tie was slightly crooked, and his usually pristine suit was wrinkled like he had been wearing it for too long. His eyes were wide, darting from you to the hallway as if someone might be watching. The moment he saw you, his lips curled into a strained smile.

“Y/n! What a what a surprise!” he stammered, voice an octave higher than usual. “I wasn’t expecting company.”

“I figured.” You raised an eyebrow. “You weren’t at work today.”

Edward’s fingers twitched against the doorframe. “Ah, yes, well feeling a bit under the weather. Needed rest.”

You tilted your head. “Then why do you look like you haven’t slept in days?”

His breath hitched, just for a second, but you caught it.

“That’s an exaggeration.” He forced a chuckle. “Anyway! What brings you here? Surely, not just to check on little ol’ me.”

You frowned. This wasn’t normal. He was jittery, nervous, and his attempts to steer the conversation away were painfully obvious.

“Ed,” you said, voice softer now. “I just wanted to see if you were okay. You’ve been avoiding me.”

His lips parted, and for a fleeting moment, something like guilt flashed across his face. But then he quickly shook his head. “Nonsense! I’ve just been… preoccupied with personal matters.”

You folded your arms. “So preoccupied that you can’t talk to your friend?”

Edward swallowed hard, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Look, I appreciate the concern, truly, but I I can’t”

A noise came from inside the apartment. A shuffling sound.

Your instincts flared.

Edward’s face went pale.

“Ed,” you said slowly, your body tensing. “Who’s in there?”

He took a step in front of you, blocking the doorway. “No one!” he said, too quickly. “That was uh just the TV! Yes, the uh late night nature documentary.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Let me in.”

Edward hesitated. “That’s really not necessary.”

“I wasn’t asking.” You stepped forward, and though he tried to stop you, you pushed past him into the apartment.

The air was thick with something unspoken, something secret. The living room was dimly lit, a few scattered papers on the table, an untouched cup of coffee going cold. But it wasn’t the state of the apartment that made your breath hitch.

It was the man sitting on the couch.

Oswald Cobblepot. The Penguin.

You froze.

It had been during your first week at the GCPD back when you were still learning the ropes, shadowing Jim Gordon and Harvey Bullock. You remembered walking into Fish Mooney’s club, the atmosphere thick with cigar smoke and whispered deals. And there he was. The umbrella boy. Scrawny, meek, and eager to please, hovering near Fish like a loyal dog.

That was the man sitting before you now only this wasn’t the same Oswald. He was thinner, paler, his usual pompous attitude dulled by exhaustion, but his sharp eyes still carried that same calculating glint.

Your heart pounded as the weight of the situation settled in.

You were standing in Edward Nygma’s apartment. And Edward Nygma was harboring a criminal.

Your body moved before your mind could catch up. You turned sharply toward the door, instincts screaming at you to leave, to report this, to do something but before you could take a step, hands gripped your shoulders.

“Wait!”

You flinched at the contact. His hands, usually so delicate when handling evidence, felt like iron now. His fingers dug in, not painfully, but firm too firm. He was trying to keep you here.

“Y/n, please just listen.” His voice was high and frantic, not the usual steady, confident tone he used when rattling off crime scene details. His body was close, too close, his warmth pressing against your back. You could hear his breath, quick and uneven.

Your pulse skyrocketed. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real.

This was Edward sweet, nerdy Edward who always brought you coffee, who stammered when he got too excited, who sent you riddles on your phone just to make you laugh. The same Edward you had God help you started to like.

And now he was standing between you and the door, trying to keep you from leaving.

You pushed against his grip, but he held firm.

“Edward,” you hissed. “Let me go.”

“I can’t.” His voice cracked. “Not until you understand.”

Understand what? That he had gone insane? That the man you thought you knew was keeping a wanted criminal in his apartment like some twisted house guest?

You struggled again, but his grip only tightened.

“You’re panicking,” he said quickly, his breath fanning against your ear. “I know this is shocking, but please, Y/n, just let me explain”

“She doesn’t need you to explain, Nygma,” Oswald interrupted.

His voice sent a chill down your spine.

You finally wrenched yourself free from Edward’s grasp and stumbled a step forward, putting space between you both. Your breath came in quick bursts as you turned toward Oswald, who was watching the scene with an amused smirk despite his obvious injuries.

“Please, tell me she’s not actually surprised,” Oswald said, gesturing lazily toward you. His voice was hoarse, weaker than you remembered, but still laced with that familiar arrogance. “You’re a detective, darling. Surely, you’ve noticed something’s been off with your friend?”

Your hands curled into fists at your sides. “Shut up, Cobblepot.”

He chuckled. “Oh, you do remember me.”

Unfortunately.

Your head spun. There was too much happening at once. Your mind screamed at you to act, to arrest someone, to run, to do something but you were frozen in place.

Edward took a cautious step toward you. “Please, just let me explain.”

You snapped your gaze back to him.

“You’re housing Penguin,” you spat. “What explanation could possibly make that okay?”

Edward flinched, his lips parting as if he had an answer ready, but before he could speak.

“I can give you a better one,” Oswald cut in, his smirk widening. “Why don’t we talk about what else Eddie has been up to?”

You went still.

Edward’s face drained of color. “Don’t.”

Oswald’s smirk didn’t falter. He leaned back against the couch, watching you carefully. “Oh, she doesn’t know, does she?”

Edward’s hand twitched. You looked between them, your stomach twisting into knots.

“What is he talking about?” you demanded.

Edward clenched his jaw, his glasses slipping slightly down the bridge of his nose. His whole body was tense, every muscle locked as if he were preparing for a fight.

“The girl,” Oswald said simply. “Kristin Kringle.”

Your breath hitched.

Your hand flew to your mouth.

No.

No, no, no.

Kristin.

You knew that name. She had worked at the GCPD, sweet but sharp, always polite in passing. You hadn’t known her well, but she had been there and then one day, she wasn’t. She had left. That’s what everyone said. Moved away. Or at least, that’s what Edward had said.

Your stomach twisted violently.

Slowly, as if in a trance, you turned toward Edward. He wasn’t looking at you anymore. His gaze was fixed on the floor, his hands shaking at his sides.

“…Ed?”

Nothing.

Oswald let out a dramatic sigh. “Oh, dear. You really are slow on the uptake, aren’t you?” He turned toward Edward. “Go on, Eddie. Tell her what happened to dear Kristin. Or should I?”

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears.

Edward’s breathing grew rapid. “I”

You shook your head. “No. No, tell me this isn’t”

He swallowed hard. “I… I didn’t mean to”

Your whole body went cold.

Kristin wasn’t gone. She hadn’t moved away. She was dead. Because of Edward.

The same Edward who had made you laugh on long shifts, who had always seemed so eager to help, who had

Who had lied to you.

You staggered back a step, bile rising in your throat.

“Y/n,” Edward started, reaching toward you. “Please, just listen”

But you flinched away, breathing hard.

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You didn’t know how long you sat there.

Oswald Cobblepot was beside you on the bed, his presence like a ghost at your side, cold and unwelcome. Every time you glanced at him, a shiver ran down your spine. His pale, calculating eyes flickered to you occasionally, a smug knowing in his gaze. He was enjoying this watching the truth unravel right in front of you.

Meanwhile, Edward was pacing.

Back and forth.

His long legs carried him across the room in frantic strides, his hands twisting together as he muttered under his breath. His mind was racing, calculating every possible outcome, every potential disaster. You knew that look. It was the look of a man trying to solve an impossible puzzle, one with too many variables, too many risks. you were the biggest risk of all.

You sighed.

Your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you as you looked at him, watching the sheer panic that had taken hold. If you were here, then it was only a matter of time before someone Jim, Harvey came looking for you. And Edward knew that.

He finally stopped pacing and looked at you, his glasses slightly fogged from how hard he was breathing. His whole body was taut with tension, like he was one wrong word away from completely breaking apart.

“What are you going to do?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You stared at him for a moment before exhaling.

Then, slowly, you stood up.

Edward immediately took a step back, his whole body rigid, watching you as if you were about to pull a gun on him.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you looked him straight in the eye and said, “I won’t say anything.”

Silence.

Edward blinked at you. His lips parted slightly, his brows furrowing as if he couldn’t quite process the words. “…What?”

You crossed your arms. “You heard me.”

His expression twisted, suspicion creeping in. “Why would I believe that?” His voice was shaking, filled with something between fear and desperation. “You’re a detective, your job is exactly against that.”

Your chest tightened.

He didn’t trust you. And why should he? You were a cop, and he was well, this. A criminal. A murderer.

He took a slow step toward you, his head tilting slightly. “You could leave here and go straight to Jim and Harvey. And then what? What happens to me? To Oswald?”

You felt another chill at the mention of Oswald, but you didn’t turn to look at him.

You didn’t want to look at him.

Instead, your focus stayed on Edward the man you had once believed was incapable of something like this. you just didn’t care the way you were supposed to.

Edward was spiraling. His hands were shaking now. His whole body screamed paranoia, and you knew if you didn’t do something now, he might make a decision that neither of you could come back from.

So, you did the only thing you could think of. You reached out, grabbed his tie, and yanked him down and kissed him… maybe this was more for you than anything.

Edward made a muffled noise of surprise, his whole body tensing.

For a moment, he didn’t move. He didn’t breathe. Then, slowly, his hands came up, gripping your waist as he kissed you back, hesitant at first then deeper. His panic melted into something else entirely, something raw and real. His fingers curled against your hips like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.

You should have felt disgusted with yourself. You should have. But you didn’t. When you finally pulled away, his eyes were wide, glassy, his breath uneven.

“…Oh,” he whispered.

You swallowed hard. “Does that answer your question?” A beat of silence.

“Oh, for God’s sake,” Oswald groaned from the bed, breaking the moment entirely. “That’s your proof? That’s it?”

Edward turned his head sharply, his expression darkening. “Oswald”

“No, no,” Oswald huffed, waving a hand. “Forgive me if I don’t find a little kiss to be a solid alibi. Who’s to say she doesn’t walk out of here and still go to Gordon?”

Edward’s hands twitched against you.

For a moment, you thought he might reconsider letting you go.

But then, slowly, he stepped back.

His fingers brushed his lips absentmindedly, his gaze flickering between you and the door.

Finally, he nodded.

“Go,” he whispered.

You hesitated, glancing at Oswald who just smirked bitterly at you before looking back at Edward.

“…thank you” you said softly.

Edward let out a shaky breath, then smiled.

“don’t make me regret this”

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The precinct was buzzing with activity.

Detectives rushed from desk to desk, officers fielded phone calls, and the usual tension that came with working in the GCPD hung in the air like cigarette smoke. The case against Theo Galavan was reaching a boiling point, and everyone was on edge including you.

But your nerves had nothing to do with Galavan. You sat at your desk, staring blankly at the open case file in front of you. Words and crime scene photos blurred together as your thoughts spiraled.

Edward. Penguin. Kristin Kringle.

The secrets you now carried felt like weights around your neck, suffocating and heavy. You were a detective, trained to uphold the law, to seek justice. You worked with Jim Gordon and Harvey Bullock two men who would never let something like this slide… well they would but how much Harvey bullies him he’d do it in a second.

You had sat in Edward’s apartment, heard the truth, and then kissed him. You had let him go. Your fingers tightened around the file in front of you. What the hell was wrong with you?

“Hey.”

You jolted slightly as Jim’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.

Looking up, you found him standing across from your desk, arms crossed, his usual unreadable expression in place. But his sharp eyes too observant for their own good were locked onto you with scrutiny.

“You alright?” he asked.

Your mouth went dry.

You had worked with Jim long enough to know that he wasn’t just asking to be polite. He knew something was off.

“I’m fine,” you answered quickly.

Jim didn’t look convinced. “You sure? You’ve been quiet all morning.”

“I’m just tired.” You forced a small, tired smile. “You know how it is.”

Jim held your gaze for a long moment, clearly debating whether or not to push further. But then, a uniformed officer called his name from across the bullpen.

With a final, lingering look, he turned away. As soon as he was gone, you exhaled sharply. You needed to get out of here.

Without wasting another second, you pushed back from your desk, grabbed a random file to make it look like you had a purpose, and speed walked down the hallway.

To anyone else, it would seem normal just another detective heading to the records room to pull information.

But your heart was pounding.

You slipped inside the records room and shut the door behind you, leaning against it as you tried to calm yourself.

Your whole body felt too warm, too wired. The panic that had been simmering inside you since last night was reaching a breaking point. You had never kept something this big from Jim or Harvey before.

You weren’t even sure why you were keeping it now. You groaned quietly, pressing a hand to your forehead. You felt stupid like a rookie detective who had been played. The room was dimly lit, the only sound the hum of a flickering fluorescent light overhead. Shelves stacked with case files loomed around you, but you weren’t here for a file. You were here to breathe. To think. To process the whirlwind of events that had turned your world upside down in the span of a single night.

Edward had killed Kristin Kringle.

Edward had been hiding Oswald Cobblepot. And you had let him go.

You squeezed your eyes shut, dragging a hand down your face.

You weren’t stupid. Jim was already suspicious. He hadn’t pushed you not yet but it was only a matter of time. And when that time came, what were you going to say? That you’d harbored a criminal? That you’d ignored a confession to murder? That you had kissed Edward Nygma as some desperate way to convince him to let you leave?

Your stomach churned.

You weren’t just a detective. You were a damn good one. You had worked too hard, pushed through too much, to be here to be respected in a department filled with men who looked down on you. And now, you had just thrown everything away for Edward fucking Nygma.

A creak from the doorway made your breath hitch.

You turned sharply, heart jumping into your throat, only to see him.

Edward.

He stood just inside the room, the door shutting softly behind him. His green eyes flickered under the dim light, watching you carefully. He looked different now not frantic, not unraveling. Just… composed. As if, after everything, he had made peace with his actions.

He smiled soft, almost shy. “I thought I might find you here.”

Your pulse quickened. “Edward,” you warned. “What are you doing?”

He took a slow step forward. “I was worried about you.”

You let out a sharp laugh, shaking your head. “Worried? About me?” You gestured vaguely at him. “You murdered your girlfriend, Ed. You’ve been hiding Oswald. And I” Your voice faltered. You swallowed, lowering it to a harsh whisper. “I didn’t turn you in. You should be worried about yourself.”

Edward’s eyes softened. “That’s exactly why I’m worried about you.”

You stiffened.

“You could have run straight to Gordon.” He took another slow step. “You could have told him everything. And yet… here you are. Alone. Thinking.” His head tilted, a knowing glint in his gaze. “You’re struggling with it, aren’t you?”

Your breath caught in your throat. Edward was smart too smart. He had always been able to read people, to see the patterns in their behavior. And right now, he was reading you like a book.

You clenched your fists. “It doesn’t matter what I’m struggling with,” you said. “What matters is that you killed someone, Ed. And no matter how much you try to justify it, that doesn’t just go away.”

Edward sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know.” He looked away, pressing his lips together before glancing back at you. “But does it change the way you see me?”

You swallowed.Did it?

You wanted to say yes. You wanted to say that knowing what he had done made you disgusted, that you could never look at him the same way again. That the boyish, awkward forensic scientist you had shared coffee with every morning was gone.

But then you thought of the way he had looked at you last night terrified, desperate, human. The way he had kissed you back like you were the only thing tethering him to sanity.

The way your own heart had raced, not out of fear, but out of something far more dangerous.

You took a shaky breath. “I don’t know.”

Edward studied you carefully, then nodded. As if he had expected that answer.

Silence settled between you.

Then, Edward took another step forward, and you didn’t stop him.

His fingers brushed your wrist just barely, a ghost of a touch. Your breath hitched, but you didn’t move away. You didn’t know why.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me,” he murmured. “I don’t expect you to understand. But… I need you to know that you’re important to me.”

You blinked, your heart skipping a beat.

“I’ve always noticed you, Y/n,” he continued, his voice quiet but steady. “Long before all of this. Before Kristin, before Oswald, before… everything. I noticed the way you actually listened to me when I rambled. The way you never brushed me off like the others did. The way you smiled when I brought you coffee.” His lips twitched, almost wistful. “The way you solved riddles faster than anyone else.”

You swallowed, unable to look away from him.

“You’re not just another detective to me,” he whispered. “You never have been.”

Your chest ached.

This wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that he could say these things now when everything was already too messy, too complicated.

You forced yourself to take a step back. Edward’s expression fell slightly, but he didn’t move to stop you.

“This doesn’t change anything,” you said, voice barely above a whisper.

Edward nodded slowly. “I know.”

A heavy silence stretched between you.

You didn’t know what this was anymore. You didn’t know what you were doing, what you were feeling, what was right or wrong.

“You made a choice,” Edward said softly. “A choice to protect me.”

You looked at him, heart hammering against your ribs.

It was easy too easy to forget what he had done when he looked at you like that. When his voice softened, when his hands were so careful with yours. Your lips parted, but you didn’t know what you were about to say.

Before you could figure it out, the door to the records room creaked open. You both tensed. A uniformed officer poked his head in, oblivious to the tension in the air.

“Hey, Detective, Gordon’s looking for you.”

Your heart stopped.

Edward’s grip on your hand tightened for the briefest moment then, just as quickly, he let go, stepping back.

You forced yourself to nod. “Right. I’ll be there in a sec.”

The officer left without a second glance.

You turned back to Edward.

His expression was unreadable, but something flickered behind his eyes.

“Go,” he murmured.

You hesitated. Then, without another word, you slipped out the door, leaving him alone in the records room.

Sleeping with Edward HC’s<3

not my gif!!

Warnings - none, just soft little green nerdy man :))

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Is a switch between a big and small spoon, if hes having a bad day you will need to spoon the hell out of this little guy.

I like to think he barely sleeps, hes either plotting or writing in his journal.

He is absolutely a sleep talker and you cant tell me otherwise.

He has nightmares quite often, poor guy went through so much :(

He needs to be able to feel you when hes asleep, he’ll be a nervous wreck otherwise in his dreams.

When you fall asleep before him, he will absolutely run his hands through your hair and when hes ready to sleep he’ll be so sweet and kiss your head before sleeping<33

He often likes to watch crime documentaries before bed hes a plotting guy, he needs ideas.

I think he will doodle himself with you and batman sometimes when hes up late.

Will always feed his cute little rats before bed<3333333

He likes to hold your hand before you two eventually fall asleep.

hes so cute im sobbing<3

you’re mine, sunshine. PT 2

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i have no idea who this gif belongs to, i got it off of google, credit to the creator!

TW: This entire fic will include themes like, kidnapping, mentioning of murder and gore, blood, manipulation, stalking, and yandere behavior. If you are uncomfortable with any of these things, I would suggest reading something else :)

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drip.

drip.

drip.

Thats all you could hear, just the constant little dripping noise. You couldn’t tell where it was coming from but god was it annoying, you didn’t even know where you where. One second you where hastily making you way to your apartment, then you where pulled into an alleyway, and now your stuck here, in a room with nothing but a small camera in the upper left corner and a question mark on the middle of the wall.

drip.

drip.

drip.

“Hello there.” A gruff voice said, it sounded somewhat familiar but it was muffled horribly. There was also very heavy breathing going on. “Mmf - mmph!?” You tried to say something along the lines of ‘Where the fuck am I!?’ but you didn’t even notice that there was duct tape on your mouth preventing you from making any screaming or speaking noise. “Poor thing, I suppose I should take that off of you. You won’t scream, will you?” The voice responded, asking you a stupid question this time. Of course you would! You where just kidnapped and fucking terrified. You nodded anyways, the tape was incredibly uncomfortable.

You winced in pain, your eyes started to water slightly after the figure ripped the duct tape from your mouth. “Asshole.” You said, with venom in your voice. “Easy now, I’ll put it right back on, gotta make sure you won’t do anything stupid.” The figure grabbed your chin forcing you to look up at them, you where met with a masked face with glasses. “Well aren’t you pretty.” You said sarcastically with a slight smirk, you clearly confused your kidnapper since they looked taken aback slightly. “Well- I- Uhm.” They stuttered, funny, you made them nervous. Your kidnapper, nervous, from a sarcastic compliment. You chuckled with a smirk on your face, “Some menacing kidnapper you must be.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you couldn’t remember anything else.

drip.

drip.

drip.

“I didn’t want to have to do this sunshine, but you left me no choice.”

Your mine, sunshine.

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not my gif<3

RIDDLER (Paul Dano) x FEM READER

TW: Stalking, possessive behavior, yandere behavior, mentions of murder, mentions of blood and gore, reader being manipulated

this will more than likely be a short little series, so this is part one :)

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How did it get this bad? Just two months ago, everything seemed to he just fine. You had just met Edward at a small coffee shop you had gotten a job at to help pay your rent and now he was practically obsessed with you. You could always feel his eyes on you, no matter where you where, your job, your apartment, on the street, at the grocery store, at the library. God it was scaring you, wanting your normal life back is going to be hard.

“Hey little sunray.” You where dragged out of your thoughts when you heard Edward call out to you, looking over at him you smiled nervously and waved at him. “Hey Edward, the usual?” You asked wiping your hands on your apron, “Yes please.” Edward said, he handed you the money while you giggled slightly at him, taking the money with a small nod to your head. “How’s your day been so far, sunshine?” Edward asked, while you began making his coffee with 2 creamers. “Eh, It’s been alright, shitty people here and there, but theres also the good ones like you Ed. What about you?” You asked with a smile, stirring the coffee preparing it for the creamers. “I- Uhm, it’s been great, it got better when I saw you sunshine.” Edward stuttered slightly, his face slightly read, you giggled.

“Your coffee good sir.” You said with a smirk, handing him the coffee. “Why thank you sunshine.” He replied with a smirk as-well. “Looks like your my last costumer, I should probably start cleaning.” You said to Edward and to yourself, you grabbed the rag next to you and began rubbing the counters trying to clean up the days mess. “Well I suppose I’ll get out of your hair sunshine.” Edward said, standing up with his half finished coffee. You nodded, “See ya tomorrow Ed.” Waving goodbye to him, he smiled and waved back, turning around and walking out of your coffee shop.

Shortly after finishing cleaning and putting everything away, you eagerly closed the little shop and happily made your way home. Walking down the streets of Gotham at night was typically pretty dangerous, you think you knew how to defend yourself, or at least you hoped you did. Walking slightly faster so you could finally get to your apartment and take a nice shower and get some well deserved sleep, you grabbed your phone quickly to check the time. “9:45-“ You where suddenly cut off and grabbed into an alleyway you where passing. You where up against someones chest, thrashing, you tried to escape. It was useless, your attacker hit the back of your neck, knocking you out.

“I finally have you sunshine.”

Dating the Riddler HC’s

(Paul Dano Riddler)

NOT MY GIF :)

He will absolutely make you your own mask and have you on his streams with him

If anyone criticizes you or is mean to you in any way, all of their information will be out to the public in less than an hour

Will make you small little love riddles and leave them in your apartment for you

Im telling you this man makes the best goddamn sandwiches its not even funny, if your hungry he will make you a mind blowing sandwhich

(My friend came up with this) He is a discord mod in multiple servers and literally lives on discord, you will join all his servers and he’ll pay for your nitro

(My friend also came up with this) He streams batman games and fortnite on his twitch, if he dies in any game he will rage so fucking hard

I like to think he likes rock music but also sometimes classical music with a smidge of jazz sometimes

He loves to cuddle and be cuddled, poor guy is touch starved. give him some hugs please

Hes kind of a stalker but thats ok, hes still a cute little nerdy guy

Loves Harry Potter. fight me.