#riddler x child reader

[linxrouge4life]

"Its mine, dont touch it"

I was looking for some fluff today so heres Riddler holding his kid proteuge that fell asleep.

Why is he angry? Some rouges went by and looked and Riddler is overprotective. Maybe a bit embaressed.

(Dont ask me about the hands, I dunno what went wrong :'] )

I didnt draw or color the kid though so people (if they want to) can draw themselves or their OC's in the kids place! (If you do that please tag me for credit!)

#arkham asylum #rouges #gotham villians #gotham #arkham #digital art #my art #my au #goham au #au #ak riddler #arkham riddler #riddler #dc riddler #eddie in his protective mood #edward nygma #eddie nashton #gotham rogue #gotham rouges #riddler x child reader

[soapskies]

Could I request yandere arkhamverse riddler (obviously platonic) with a kid who tries to run away by sneaking out at night, but end up getting caught?

Btw I love your writing it is just 🛐🛐🛐

ARKHAM RIDDLER CATCHES YOU SNEAKING OUT 💥🔫

MALE CHILD READER. PLATONIC HCS. CONTENT WARNING FOR CHILD ABUSE.

You had it all planned out, well, as much as a child your age could have it anyway

For a man who spent so much of his time cooped up in the lab, working tirelessly to outwit his nemesis, Edward was surprisingly good at keeping you in your place, as if he knew where you were at all times

You figured he must’ve been tracking you with those little black tags he put on the back of your shirts, and so with your little craft scissors (the only sharp object he allowed you to have), you cut them out as best you could.

It was difficult to make out the time, with being in a bunker and all (Edward was allergic to natural sunlight), so you used the watch Edward gave you last Christmas to wait until it was late at night, pretending to fall asleep.

You figured you had him fooled when he came to check on you at your bedtime, and all he did was tuck you in, extra snug…

You quietly snuck out of your room, leaving the tags you cut out on your bed

You knew there was an opening near his lab, big enough for you to fit through, and the only thing bringing fresh air in

You thought you had gotten away with it as you crawled through the vent carefully

All of a sudden, your watch switched on and off, playing an obnoxiously loud sound

And while you were desperately trying to shut it off, you fell right through the bottom of the vent, screaming your head off

Landing right into the clutches of your dear old father.

You swear you could see smoke coming out of his ears

“You really thought you could escape this place without me knowing? I’ll have you know, I’m always ten steps ahead of you!”

You find out later that the watch can’t be taken off…

He knew escaping wasn’t out of the question for you, but he figured you were too cowardly to go through with it

He’ll move your bed into his lab, and if you’re not there by a certain time, he’ll have to give you your lashes…

He doesn’t care that you can barely sleep at night because of how loud his work is

If you wanted to be able to function like a normal human being, then you should’ve behaved.

He’ll deprive you of food and water, see how long you last if you want to keep this up

He’s perfectly fine ignoring your whining in favor of his machines

If that doesn’t work, and you still reject his “fatherly love” (aka berating you as he awkwardly pats your back), or keep having these little fantasies about ever leaving him, well, there are other ways of making you do what he wants…

He’ll update the watch with a new feature: electroshock therapy!

Now now, if you don’t want to be convulsing on the floor like the pathetic little rat you are, maybe you shouldn’t act like such a brat.

If you do choose to comply, congratulations, you get to keep your food privileges for another day!

He’ll never admit that he’s anything short of a perfect father

Not that he would ever loosen the leash he has on you, but he would try his best to return your displays of affection, even if you’re only doing it to get on his good side…

Maybe even lessen his cruel comments towards you, y’know, as a reward for good behavior and all

Trust me, when he’s done with you, you’ll never set foot outside ever again.

#riddler x child reader #arkham riddler x child reader #arkham riddler x reader #riddler x reader #edward nygma x reader #platonic x reader #child reader #yandere x child reader #arkham edward nigma #tw yandere #yandere

[helpfandom]

Platonic yandere dad riddler (2004) as daughter reader

Riddler is quite the interesting character, since this version would be more apprehensive to a mean reader, so reader would have to be more of the nicer variety.

Perhaps Reader was one of the few that recognized him as the scientist E. Nygma, but weren't apprehensive for him being a criminal. Someone you knew was in that Gotham University and you met him before, and then you met him. He was interested in seeing if you had an aptitude for puzzles or logic like him. Even if his darling doesn't, he's sure to be able to teach you!

He's already been shown to be tech-smart, so he would most definitely watch you through cameras and the like, watching how you treat people and see who he needs to take out since they can't teach you the right way. Teachers are the ones mostly taken out by him.

After the events of Riddler's Revenge, he would kill people by trapping them in the storage containers much like the one he was trapped in with Batman.

Speaking of Batman.

Riddler would take extra care for his obsessions with you never to be found out, and what I mean by that is that he leaves the most amount of clues without meaning too. Of course, Batman is quite perceptive of this and realizes, especially since Robin mentioned you before. He remembers Robin telling him something about a classmate who keeps finding puzzles in their locker...

Batman quickly finds out and is quick to ask Robin to watch over you just slightly, "just make sure that they {Reader}, don't accept the puzzles."

Riddler's offended if you throw them away, and when he sees that Robin is persuading you to toss them... Well. Not even Mr. Freeze could ice his wrath.

He tries to kill Robin.

So anyway, after the Boy Wonder and the Furry stop him from icing the 'brat', he goes to you and asks why you let that insufferable BRAT manipulate you into throwing away his gifts. When he realizes that you don't know he existed / was obsessed with you, he kidnaps you.

Honestly, he doesn't understand, he's a lil' delulu but we love him.

He wouldn't be like BTAS! Riddler because he wouldn't let you have the chance to escape, although he enjoys the thought of testing your mind, he doesn't want to give Batman the chance to hurt you / take you away from him.

"C'mon Adolescent, I can't let you go outside, for you see, the Batman is lurking around trying to capture you away from me."

#platonic x reader #platonic yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #platonic #tw yandere #headcanon #yandere #yandere riddler #yandere batman #yandere batman 2004 #batman 2004 #attempted child murder #robin almost forking dies #robin is referred to as 'brat' #Helpfandom's writing

[fanfic-the-wish-your-heart-makes]

What Gotham Fox Characters Are Like on April Fool's Day (Part 2: Harvey & Jim (again))👻🤡😂

Harvey Bullock is very stressed out due to the enormous amount of work, and he really doesn't want his co-workers to distract him with anything - be it riddles or jokes or fun facts - but he's also a man who can appreciate the idea of the holiday.

"Hey, Jim, have you heard, the Riddler hi-jacked the GCPD's clothing production warehouse. Now all the vests are green." "Uh-huh." "And they had to replace some of our ammunition with water balloons." "Sounds good." "You sure 'bout that, Partner? Have you heard that Barbara's dating Nygma?" "Yes." "They're naming their firstborn after me. "Yes-what?"

Harvey knowing the stress that can come with April Fool's day, makes sure to explain that something was a prank right away and not to lie about serious topics...unless the "news" is so very obviously a lie that you just have to get it, Jim. "Why would Barbara name her child Harvey? I mean, come on!"

This detective will be very tired at the end of the day and might need distance or a gentle touch depending on what happened during his workshift. Expect to hear the crazy stories on the next day. And the ones after that. There's a lot.

#april fool's day #gotham april fool's day #gotham humour #gotham fox #gotham headcanons #gotham fluff #harvey bullock and jim gordon #harvey bullock humour #harvey bullock x reader #harvey bullock x reader fluff #harvey bullock headcanons #gotham!jim gordon #gotham!jim gordon headcanons #tired!jimgordon #barbara kean x edward nygma #barbara kean #barbara kean's child #barbara kean's baby #edward nygma headcanons #the riddler headcanons #gotham tv #gotham 2014

[thealtoduck]

Being the Riddler’s criminal sidekick…

Tim Drake x Male Reader

Warnings: superhero violence, implied child abuse, horrible parents, mentions of sex…

Summary: Tim meets the Riddler’s sidekick for the first time and finds himself quite charmed by him…

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How did you end up as the Riddler’s right hand man?

Well, the answer was simple: ”Why not?”

You grew up in a rough household, your father was an deadbeat alchoholic and your mother had left him for the divorce lawyer and his house in the suburbs.

She left you, she left you alone with the man that she was escaping from, imagine the impact that has on a childs psyche.

So from then on you followed one rule: Trust no one.

When you entered your teenage years you escaped from your father as soon as possible on to the streets of Gotham. Which is no place for a child.

Soon you found your way into crime which also led you to the Riddler.

You were at a bar looking for a new job when you saw the Riddler trying to convince a couple of men to join him as his henchmen. They however were not convinced to join him though as they didn’t like the idea that he quite literally gives clues for the cops and Batman to find him.

You however saw it as an oppurtunity, Riddler was already infamous and if he was this desperate for help it might lead to you getting a bigger cut of whatever scheme he had come up with.

So when the other men left you walked over to the Riddler and sat down across from him. ”Looks like your having some trouble, what if i could be of some assistance” you said. ”Yeah, because a teenager is exactly the muscle my operation needs” he said sarcastically.

”Oh, i’m sorry, i didn’t see the line of people wating to work for you” you said sarcastically.

The Riddler then smirked and said ”You’re in”.

He took you to his lair and introduced to his henchwomen ”Query and Echo” who were dressed as what could only be described as S&M biker chicks.

You went on to become the Riddler’s own sidekick, he gave you the nickname ”Clue”. You had become his close follower as well as one of the only three people who could sass the Riddler without getting shot.

He even let you nickname him ”Eddie”

Though getting this job wasn’t only sunshine and rainbows, it put a bigger target on your back by the authorities. After a botched mission you were arrested and became the youngest person ever sent to Arkham Asylum.

Not that you really deserved to be there you weren’t a mass murdering maniac but your close association to the Riddler probably made people assume you were… that or the judge was feeling extra pissy that day in court.

While in Arkham you met both Penguin and Two Face who offred you a job but you decided to stick by Riddler.

And you were right to do so as he soon broke you out of Arkham.

Then it was back to work…

Two years later…

You, Riddler, Query and Echo had stolen valuables from a museum, that you, Query and Echo were now trying to calculate how much you could sell it for. Meanwhile Riddler was gloating about his genius riddles and traps he had left behind for the dynamic duo to find.

As if on cue Batman and Robin smashed right through the window landing in front of you, Query and Echo. ”Oh, Batsy and Sparrow, what a surprise!” you said sarcastically standing up.

”But an unwelcomed one at that, get him girls” you told the two henchwoman who swiftly attacked the Batman.

”Robin, go get Clue, i’ll take care of these two and find Riddler” Batman commanded his sidekick. The black-haired superhero ran towards you. You grabbed a baseball bat and pointed the end towards Robin. ”Been a while Dove, i’ve missed you”.

”Do you have a list of birds just to avoid saying my name?” Robin asked annoyed. ”You tell me Peacock” you taunted. Robin brought out his staff and you started exchanging blows.

He managed to disarm you from the bat with his staff. So you ran up to him and grabbed his staff and ripped it out of his hand and threw it aside and you continued your fight.

Your fight had brought you to a staircase and you playing dirty as usual pushed him down it. Though unfortunately enough for you he grabbed your jacket and pulled you down with him. When both of you landed at the bottom of the stairs, both of you were now twisting in pain.

”Not my best idea” you said to yourself you said rubbing your forehead in pain. ”You’ve ever had one?” Robin asked equally in pain making you glare at him. ”Can we take like a 3 minute break?” you asked sitting up leaning against a wall. ”Can’t believe i’m agreeing to this but sure” Robin said as he did the same.

Both of you were sweaty and breathing heavily from your fight. ”So… how’s your day been” you asked casually slipping a cigarette in to your mouth and lighting it. ”Your really asking me that?” he asked semi-annoyed and very confused. ”Yeah, why not?, want one?” You asked, offering him a cigarette. He shook his head still very confused how casual you were treating this.

Robin then looked around and stated ”Gotta admit for a secret villain lair this place is quite cozy”. ”Right, Query and Echo decorated it, my room is right down the hallway to the right, they helped me put together an Ikea bed”.

”So i’ll ask again, how was your day?” you asked casually taking another puff of the cigarette. Tim was confused by the casual conversation the two of you were having but maybe this would be a good distraction.

”It was decent, got a coffee, finished some work and you know now i’m here” Tim answered. ”Cool cool” you said blowing some smoke. ”How was your’s?” Robin asked.

”Good, i stole some stuff, it was fun” you said cheerfully and Robin gave what almost sounded like a small chuckle.

You then stared at him and asked with a cigarette between your lips ”Wanna fuck?”.

”What?!” Robin questioned loudly starting to cough from breathing in the smoke. ”Sorry, i just heard Batman gets it on with Catwoman so i assumed you know…” you said putting out the cigarette.

”I mean it’s not like that, you’re attractive and stuff, it’s just you know bad guy and all that stuff…” Robin said making you laugh. ”Yeah, it’s fine Parrot, i get it” you said while laughing. You then stood up ”Well, i gotta get going, bye bye birdy” and you started sprinting through the hallway.

Tim stood up to run after you but you pressed a button on a remote making a bunch turrets appear from the walls targeting him. Tim ran up the stairs the two of you had fallen down as they started shooting. He ran back to the main room where Batman was cuffing Riddler to a chair.

”Did you get Clue?” Batman asked. ”No, he got away” Tim answered disappointed. ”Echo and Query got away too, they’re probably regrouping” Batman explained.

They left as GCPD arrived to take Riddler away and Tim thought back on what Clue had said to him more specifically the ”Wanna fuck?” part, he found himself thinking ”What if i said ”Yes””.

#tim drake x male reader #tim drake x male!reader #robin x male reader #robin x male!reader #red robin x male reader #batman x male reader #dc comics x male reader #dc x male reader #x male reader #x male!reader #batfam x male reader #batfamily x male reader

[finniestoncrane]

Semblance of Self

Arkham!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 1k commission: urgh ok thank you @necromances-chances for this soft prompt with eddie!! please also note that in my mind, there was 5 months of constant arguing to get him to the point where he considered dressing up nicely lmao commission me here! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: stubborn eddie, some angst with eddie's inner turmoil, soft fluff

When you found the source of the noise, and along with it, Eddie, you put on the sternest voice you could muster and flicked on the light switch.

“Shower. Now.”

This morning you had reminded Eddie that he had an event that he had promised to go to. When you placed his lunch down in front of him at his workbench you had reminded him again. And an hour ago, you had told him that he had to stop what he was doing and go take a shower. But when you had walked past the bathroom, there was no sound of rushing water, and the lights were out. And it wasn’t that he had forgotten, because after traipsing around the sewers on the hunt for him, you found him crouched amongst some of his old robotic prototypes, idly tinkering with them. 

“I’m a tad busy.”

“With old parts and machines that weren’t up to your standard? Sounds completely believable.”

You placed a hand on his shoulder, showing your support. It wasn’t easy for him to live as though things were normal. In solitary confinement down here he could be exactly who he was without worrying about social conventions, small talk, and the odd rules he couldn’t quite follow with regards to being polite and modest and human. 

“Come on, I’ll give you a hand.”

“I don’t think we have time for that.”

It was impossible not to smile, or to blush, at the nonchalant comment, but he was right. You couldn’t indulge yourself. He had to get ready, there was no getting out of it. He couldn’t charm his way out of it by charming his way into you.

He stood with a sour face the entire time you tugged at his clothing in the cold air of the bathroom. Not once did he make an effort to lessen the burden. Instead, his awkward, dead limbed stance made everything harder. And he pouted, sighing and grumbling under his breath when you informed him that you wouldn’t be leaving the bathroom until he was finished. Muttering his complaints under his breath, he washed while you stood cross-armed waiting on him. 

When he was finally finished, you marched him to the bedroom where he stood awkwardly, wrapped in a towel and dripping onto the concrete floor. 

“Come sit on the edge of the bed, please. Since you refuse to wear gel, I’m going to brush your hair while it’s wet, that way it might settle nicely.”

Edward did as he was told, but that didn’t at all mean that he was pleased about it.

“I’m not a child. And I am certainly intelligent and capable enough to dress myself.”

“And yet, you couldn’t get showered and ready on time?”

“That has nothing to do with my abilities, and far more to do with my unwillingness to attend this ridiculous party.”

Tutting, you tried to focus on combing his hair, brushing the dark, brown strands into a neater style than you were used to seeing on him.

“It’s not as though it’s some wild party with karaoke and cheap alcohol. It’s Harvey’s birthday. You have to show. It’s in the sort of… ridiculous rogue code, no? You have to pretend to get along. Or something.”

Eddie’s reply was curt, to his usual standard.

“Or something.” 

Sitting down next to him, you placed your hand on his. Sometimes, a simple gesture was all it took for him to open up or to better express himself. You hoped it would prevent an all-out huff if you could get him to talk.

“What is it that’s bothering you about tonight, Eddie?”

“Everything.”

“Because it’s out of your comfort zone? Because you have to speak to people? Because you have to wear that suit I bought you?”

You glanced over to the wall where the suit was hanging by a hanger and a rusted nail. In your peripheral, you could see Eddie was staring at it too. 

“It’s a boring suit.”

“It’ll look very good on you.”

With a sigh, Edward stood up from the bed and began to pace, as he was wont to do when he found himself overwhelmed or emotionally spent. He picked up the white shirt on one of his loops and began to button it up as he walked, clearly trying to keep to the schedule you had set. Even in his determination to express to you how deeply he did not want to go, he was bound by his odd habit of being punctual. 

“Regardless of how it might look when draped over my body, it is not emblematic of the Riddler. Hardly. This isn’t me. That is what I have a problem with. I am stripped of the essence of self. There’s nothing recognisable, nothing truly Edward Nygma about this facade that you-”

His mouth stayed open, lips parted in surprise as he stared at the items in your hands. 

“It’s not you as you are right now. But how many changes have you gone through? How much of you is kept in your appearance, and how much more is in your actions and your words? I know it’s difficult to lose the items that make you feel secure, but hopefully…”

You looped the dark, forest green tie around his neck, letting the ends hang over his shoulders against his chest. The tiny silver cufflinks, which you had custom-made, you fastened onto his sleeves, watching his smile stretch out as he admired the shape of them. Subtle, but still question marks. Still something identifiable. Something that made him feel like himself. 

“I can assure you, Edward Nygma, that the moment you begin monologuing about their various inadequacies, they’ll know it’s you.”

He smiled towards you, ignoring the obvious but playfully intended insult, knowing it was hard to argue with the reasoning. 

“Do you think so?”

“Of course. You’re a very difficult man to forget or ignore. No matter how hard someone might try.”

His lips curled up at the edges, a mischievous grin you were very familiar with. He might not be happy about attending the party, but in true Riddler fashion, he would make sure the party was just as unhappy about that.

#finnie writes #arkham riddler #arkham edward nigma #riddler x reader #arkhamverse riddler #the riddler #arkhamverse #riddler #the riddler imagine #riddler smut #the riddler fanfic #riddler fanfic #riddler x you #edward nigma x reader #edward nigma #arkham!riddler #the riddler fanfiction #arkham!verse

[chaoticfics]

masterpost of fics

Harry Styles:

SNL (Harry Styles X Famous!Reader)

Citrine (Witch!harry)

Sweet as Honey (boxer!harry)

parts: 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. 18.

Heal (wolf!harry)

mute!harry

7 missed calls (car accident)

historical au (farmhand)

prince!harry

witch harry and yn

baseball harry

harry erectile disfunction

secret pregnancy trope

1 2 3 4 5 6 7

stepdad!harry not being legal guarding of r kid

single mom r

single mom r

teen dad

fairy!harry

Spencer Reid

period stain

police officers check out pregnant yn

gf answers door to bau when they were having sex

sr and r kids get kidnapped when they were secret

sr and r kids set them up

sr and r exs, they have a kid

r is witness, dating sr

secret pregnancy/child

camp!au

cockwarming

one bed trope

lure unsub out by kissing

regulus black

lestrange!r

r and reg live with serious during war

muggle born r and having to lie to reg parents

evans!r. lily finds you and reg dating

steve harrington

mike grossed out by pda

sh going crazy for boobs

r loves his uniform

omega steve

grumpy!r

wallet photo

after birth, steve scared sex

miguel o’hara

secret pregnancy trope

childhood bestfriends (headcanon)

non-spidey, insecure

misses you

misses you (ceo)

male spiders give back rubs

clingy mig

youre cheated on, m comforts

ppl try to guess whats between you

m breaking bed

shy/inexperienced m

secret preg trope

mean/sassy!r

fake relationship

m back scratches

anatomy lesson

Cedric Diggory

cd and r's kid tells their story

smut after practice

Jack Hughs

secret prg trope

single!mom: one, two, three

want baby

walked during sex

daughter comforts after loss

Zuko

Rotations

max thunderman

pheobe catches you two

Battison

fake marriage

failed flying

wife kidnapped by riddler

sakusa

s and r are secretly dating

s and r are engaged

secret pregnancy

oikawa x r

loki x daughter!r

georgie cooper x r

[caesariawritesstuff]

Behave

(Arkham!Riddler x Reader x Arkham!Scarecrow)

● Ao3 ● X ● Retrospring ● Read on Ao3 ●

“Crane,” Edward’s voice boomed throughout the workshop, laced with a thick irritation. He stormed across the room, goggles resting atop his head.

The annoyed tone in Edward’s voice made you look up from the crossword puzzle you were working on. Johnathon looked up; eyes narrowed. His masked expression stoic as ever. You paused, your pencil hovering an inch above the paper.

“How many times have I told you not to leave your toxin out?” Edward asked, thrusting a vial of Crane’s fear toxin towards him. “I already had one unpleasant experience being exposed to it last week. I don’t want to have another.”

“My apologies, Edward,” Johnathon said. He took the orange-filled vial from Edward’s gloved hands. His long fingertips wrapped around the glass, before resting it on the desk in front of him. But then, his gaze flickered back to Edward. “Are you sure you don’t want another dose?”

He raised his arm, wear his gauntlet was safely secured to his limb. Needles shot up from the contraption, a clear threat. You sat up straighter in your seat and cleared your throat, making them both look your way.

Never in a million years did you think you’d find yourself in this position: dating both Edward Nigma and Johnathon Crane. Two of Gotham’s most notorious and dangerous criminals. Yet here you were, sharing not only your heart and soul with them, but your bed as well. Some nights, you asked Edward into your bed. Other nights, Johnathon. Some night, both of them at the same time. It depended on your mood – and who behaved the most.

You wouldn’t deny it: you liked having both of them dangling on your every word, controlling them with just a look. For such powerful men, knowing they secretly bended to your will and whims behind closed doors made you feel…powerful. Seductive. Sexy. But if only they could learn to get along and stop fighting, things would go much smoother.

 “He started it,” Edward said, pointing as Johnathon, like a child tattling on someone else.

Sighing, you rested your cheek in your hand. “Boys, please behave. For me?” You smiled, batting your eyelashes at them.

It was Edward who crossed his arms first, chest puffed out, brows furrowed. His blue eyes studied you carefully; you were still dressed in a silk, lacy black nightgown you’d worn to bed. It was early morning, yet you hadn’t bothered to dress. You could just tell by the look Edward was giving you that he was jealous. Last night, you’d asked Johnathon into bed. And Edward very clearly was not hiding his jealousy well. But it was Johnathon who very quietly returned to his work without another word, focusing his attention on the new vials of fear toxin he was busy concocting. Edward scoffed and spun on his heels, heading to his side of the workshop to return to his work. You smiled, satisfied that you’d broken up the fight. For now.

You returned to your crossword puzzle, trying to focus, but you were too distracted now. You glanced up once more, glancing between the two of them. Edward returned to his workbench, grabbed a wrench, and began working on his next model of Riddlerbots. Johnathon was quiet as he scribbled notes down on a pad of paper beside him. Your heart beat heavy, and excited knots twisted in your stomach. Truth was, you were happy with both of them. Despite the fighting…you loved them. Both of them.

It was Johnathon who suggested the polyamorous relationship. For quite some time, you’d been doing business with both of them. Selling information, providing intel, offering your own criminal services. And as the months passed, the attraction grew. At first, you didn’t quite mind having relations with both of them without the other knowing. Nothing was official, it was simply quiet, passionate nights spent together. But overtime, it seemed both Jonathan and Edward began to catch on to the fact that you were spending your nights with both of them. And so, Johnathon came up with the idea. You were excited, at first. It was Edward who was hesitant; he was too jealous of a man to share you with anyone. But eventually, he caved.

It'd been weeks since the arrangement, and the three of you moved into a new hideout to share. The workshop was divided in half: one side Edward’s, the other Johnathon’s. Edward’s was all machinery and tools and parts. Johnathon’s was beakers and vials and barrels of toxin. For the most part, they kept to themselves, but, well…sometimes they got in each other’s way.  

Looking back down at your puzzle, you studied the next question you were on. You reread the question again and again, wondering what it could be – but you were positively stumped. “Eddie,” you said. “What’s an eight-letter word meaning ‘to insert’?”

“Intromit,” he answered without a beat.

“Thank you,” you said, grinning, as you scribbled the next answer in. You continued on with the crossword, scribbling another set of answers in, until you came to a second question that had you confused. “What’s a ten-letter word meaning ‘situated within the walls of a city’?

“Intramural,” Jonathon answered with the same quickness, without looking up once from his work.

“Intramural,” you repeated, writing the letters into the boxes. “Thank you, Johnathon.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Edward stiffen and glance over his shoulder, glaring at Johnathon so hard you could almost feel the heat radiating off him. “I’m surprised at your wit, Crane. You’d think that mask of yours would be squeezing too hard on that small amount of intellect you have.”

Johnathon sighed, but didn’t raise his eyes. “Insults will get you nowhere, Edward.”

“It’s not an insult. It’s a fact,” Edward shot back.

“Boys, please,” you said. You slipped off your seat and walked to the center of the room, glancing between both of them. But first, you wandered over to Johnathon.

He looked up at you, his mask-like mass hiding his expression well. But you leaned forward and placed a gentle, chaste kiss to the side of his face. Then you turned on your heels, wandered back to Edward, and placed a similar kiss to his other cheek.

“Now,” you said. “Please behave?”

Johnathon only nodded and turned back to work. Edward grumbled something under his breath that you couldn’t quite hear. But you smiled and settled back into your seat, glancing up once more. Despite Edward’s quiet mumbling, a small smile twitched at the edge of his lips. And even though Johnathon wasn’t the type of man to smile, you could tell by his relaxed shoulders that he seemed pleased by your kiss.

Smiling, you returned to your crossword puzzle, satisfied. Getting the Scarecrow and the Riddler to listen you was certainly something you reveled in – and if they continued to behave, you’d reward them tonight for their good behavior.

And oh, how you wished they’d behave.

#caesariawrites #arkham riddler #the riddler #arkhamverse riddler #arkhamverse #edward nigma #theriddler #jonathon crane #scarecrow #arkham scarecrow #arkham jonathon crane #riddler x y/n #riddler x reader #the riddler x reader #riddler x you #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow x you

[danosrosegarden]

💨💨💨💨🍃

…….🚶

..howdy partner..I hear you’re doing requests here..

I say that’s a mighty fine thing to do, I have a request for ye..if ya think ya can handle it partner..(I know you can I’m just playing up the cowboy thing)

How’s a bout..Fem!Reader goes to see Edward Nashton in Arkham, nothing smutty no no, we want pure sugar here cowpoke..something to make the tooth ache with how sweet it is partner.

Reader reassures Edward and they can have a tender moment of your choosing..

Alright..let’s get riding off. It was good to see ya partner. See ya

🌅

🐎

when the sun hits - edward nashton x gn!reader ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{contains: sad fluff and mild mentions of violence.}

Arkham was a dark, empty night, void of stars, barren of any sliver of moon. It was as if you could feel the grime ground into the floor as you were led down the hallway. The frosty chill of the air in the asylum sunk deep into your marrow. It was impossibly bleak, hopelessly desolate. And you hated to imagine your Eddie in a place like this.

You couldn't help but feel a sheen of disapproval cast over the glaring eyes of the guards leading you to his cell. How could you still love a monster like him? To them, he was a rabid dog, fangs still dripping with the blood of the innocent, eyes still bloodshot with streaks of burning-hot frenzy. He was a killer. He was the man who giggled while he splintered bones, grinned gleefully as he cracked skulls. That's all they saw.

Fuck what they thought. You knew better.

Your stomach was in a billion impossibly twisted knots as the metal barricade groaned as it lifted.

And there he was. How to describe the scene.

The first thing you noticed were his eyes. Though bags pulled at the skin underneath them in a dull, weary violet, there was something deep in the pitch black pupils that glimmered like glitter underneath the whirring lights when he saw you.

Edward placed his hands on the glass, scoffing out a wonder-struck laugh.

"Hi, angel," a quivering voice spoke.

When Edward was The Riddler, he was no longer a cold, frightened child who kept his head down and spoke to nobody. He was strong. He was brave. You detected something in his voice that sounded like him before he put the mask on, something quiet and stamped-out and fearful. You felt the woosh of your heart in your ears, and your jaw ached and popped with anxiety.

"Hi, Eddie."

You stood facing each other, wading around aimlessly in a thick goo of silence. What to say. What even was there to say?

He spoke first.

"I'm so sorry."

You felt the stitches of your heart begin to rip apart. "Sorry for what?"

"For...for putting you through all this. For leaving you." His lip quivered. "I'm so, so sorry."

You cursed your body for the tears you felt welling up and burning in the corner of your eyes.

"I hate being without you." The words that poured from your lips felt mechanical, like you were a wind-up toy, marching without thinking. It came out rushed. Pathetic and whimper-laced. "I hate it so much, Eddie."

He shook his head rapidly, his breath fogging up the glass. "I'll find a way. We don't have to be apart."

A filmstrip of memories rolled in your mind of all the evenings he'd spent at your apartment. The tender mornings you'd wake up with your bodies entangled in one another. The laughing until tears were rolling down your cheeks. Your heart still struggled with his actions, but there was no denying how badly you ached for his presence.

It hurt to go to bed alone. The sheets felt stiff and bitterly cold, the blanket laying on top of you like the shell of the memory of his warmth.

"I don't care what I have to do. I'll write. I'll call. You can come visit," he said rapidly. "I can't be without you. I can't make it alone."

The future seemed gray and bleak from where you were standing. But maybe you could spot the sun peaking through the clouds. Maybe it might take effort, but it was as if you could feel the sparkling sunrays warming your skin as you peered into his eyes. Perhaps your apartment would feel less riddled with ghosts if you could still talk to him through letters and phone calls. Maybe his touch wouldn't feel a million miles away if you could still visit.

"I'm going to do whatever it takes," he swore with a low whisper.

You held you hand up to where his rested on the glass.

"You promise?"

#eli's writing #danonation #paul dano #edward nashton #the riddler #the batman #edward nashton x reader #the riddler x reader #edward nashton x you #the riddler x you #edward nashton x y/n #the riddler x y/n

[quandaryqueen]

hi!! could you do a scenario of a Gotham Riddler X Reader where the reader has a crush first and likes to give handmade gifts? think like crocheted hats, beaded jewelry, etc. thanks so much!!

With love

Gotham Edward Nygma X Reader

Ooooh this dork I love him he deserves all love I hope I'm not too late 🥺

💚 Gifts? Oh you shouldn't have 🥺

💚 H-handmade? 🥹😭

💚 Beyond grateful, greatly appreciative and will definitely reciprocate. But honestly, he is just so positively overwhelmed by this, he can't help but to cutely gush in his own way, as he'd pull you in a not-so well-thought out and hesitant embrace and repeatedly thank you for it. Just... Glimmering eyes musing at your gift, contagious smile, bursting in amused laughter, fingers tracing the details put-out in your gift... Tears of joy pricking ever so slightly from the corner of his eyes.

"Thank you so much, no one has ever done this for me before," he says for the umpteenth time, your gift in his hand being held to his hammering chest. You have no idea how he is scheming how to return the favour.

💚 He is worshiping that gift. Has it's very own space in his belongings and for a period of time, one might think he doesn't like the gift at all but they're dead ass wrong, he just does not want it to tarnish in anyway. So it's safely locked away for safe keeping. Though at the rare times he will use them, he will make sure to tell everyone you made it yourself and gave it to him and praise you behind your back to other people.

"Y/N made it! Isn't it just incredible? Aren't they talented?"

💚 As for the reciprocation... I hope you're ready. He is going to make it known how much he wants you to feel how he feels with your handmade gift. These gifts of his vary from his very own company, compliments, material things, favours, etc etc. Just so you know, he is forever in your debt and he feels as though his gestures are not enough to repay what you have done for him.

You see, it's just not about the gift... It's the feelings. You went out of your way to pour all your heart and time for this piece of art and gifted it to him with thoughtfulness in mind... And the feelings it brought him were those he never felt before, something he needed when he was younger and it's making his inner, lonely, neglected child happy.

"Thank you very much... You have no idea how much this means to me."

Does it get annoying? Yes... But gosh he is just thankful and grateful and—

Gosh take his hand in marriage already 😤

#edward nygma #riddler x reader #dc x reader #edward nygma x reader #dc x you #edward nigma #request #gotham riddler #gotham edward nygma x reader #gotham riddler x reader #anon

[riddler-green]

Hola, espero que estés bien<3! Acabo de descubrir tu perfil y me gustó mucho como escribes 💚💚, me gustaría pedirte una idea que he tenido por mucho tiempo y es sobre que somos l@s espos@s de Bruce Wayne y Riddler nos secuestra, espero no sea molestia !

I am at your side

Summary: You are Bruce Wayne's partner and by chance you end up at the Riddler's side.

Edward Nashton x Reader x Platonic!Bruce Wayne

A/n: hola mucho gusto! una gran disculpa por la tardanza! pero realmente tomé varias semanas en pensar como escribir estoo… realmente me tomé libertad creativa jeje, entonces espero que lo disfruteeeesssss….. muchas gracias!! lamento si no hay mucha interacción amorosa pero estoy escribiendo otra parte donde se desarrolle la relación de Edward y Reader. o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o

Warning: I tried to write this fanfic with as little violence as possible, kidnapping! obsessive behavior, stalking, a hint of stockholm syndrome, description of grappling/fighting. If I have missed something else to mention, please let me know.

Words: 5,680

The first time Edward saw you was through a photo.

More specifically in a magazine photo, he gazed at you and admired you for several hours, you were on the cover with a soft smile looking straight at the camera, standing in a simple setting of a solid color, Edward thinks that the clothes you wore for that shoot cost more than his entire apartment complex. His first impression beyond finding you beautiful was an anger, an unpleasant feeling when he realizes how rich you are, you are part of Gotham's aristocracy, that select few people who make money based on other people's suffering, that boiled Edward's blood.

Why are you not alone in that picture, but with someone else.

Bruce Wayne, the prince of Gotham, remains completely serious, his face, his posture screams elegance as always, the two of them being the main title of the magazine. 

They are getting married. 

Edward almost crumpled the magazine in anger, a wave of anger he now doesn't know how it came, he admired the only Wayne alive, the man who runs one of the city's businesses, but he can no longer think the same way, his trust has been betrayed, the Wayne's have failed him since he was a child, he realized it since he discovered the true intentions of the renovation.

Why after all, the Wayne get a happy life, Bruce how could he get such a beautiful couple like you? look again at the cover, both you and Burce didn't look each other in the eyes like a couple in love, your hands were barely gently intertwined.

It didn't take him long to research, to find out everything you've done, who your family is, where you went to school, who your best friends are, everything about you he absorbed until he found nothing. He had a hard time admitting it at first, the fact that he became obsessed with you by mere accident, you were his next target, he had several plans to do you justice, send you a letter bomb along with your husband, poison you, or maybe throw you off a building. 

All those plans were thrown overboard when he became more attached to you, you impressed him with your anonymous donations to various institutions, you even donated to Arkham Hospital, he knows this because he spied on your bank account. Despite knowing many aspects of your life he still finds you mysterious, you don't go out to the parties of Gotham's rich young men who spend all their money on alcohol, but like your husband, you both keep an extremely low profile.

Edward goes back to the magazine stand to see if he has any luck finding you in some of the articles or on the covers, he stands still looking at a cover of a reputable magazine, but frowns to see the full picture.

It's you, but with your husband, again. 

Edward sighs in disappointment, you always have to be with Bruce.

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Bruce is a rigid, stoic, and even mean-spirited man at worst, and he's been your husband for several months now, but the friendship you've maintained has been going on for several years. You are still surprised that the press doesn't know that the marriage was something entirely done for the benefit of your family's company and Wayne's company.

You lower your eyes as you remember that you didn't marry for love, at least you are comforted that you married your best friend and not a stranger. You remember the awkward moment when the two of you had to kiss at the wedding, you almost vomit at that event as you can't think of Bruce as a husband, he's like your brother. And like the way he looked at you you know he didn't like that kiss either.

"You should be sleeping" Bruce's voice woke you up completely, you looked at him with tired eyes and went back to watching the news on the TV of his lair full of Bats, you don't answer him and he didn't expect you to say anything either, he takes off his helmet to let you see his face half-covered with black dust, and turns to his computer to write a new report of the night.

You get up from the couch you placed near the TV for more comfort to approach him "Now who are you looking for?" you ask him with sleepy amusement and he continues typing without looking at you "A killer, his name is from The Riddler" he gives you a short answer and your smile "wow, he likes riddles?" Bruce finishes his report and puts away his notepad and glances at you "You have no idea how much he likes them" his seriousness makes you stop smiling.

"I think I saw it on the news...he killed the mayor didn't he?" Bruce nods at your doubt "He may be going after politicians, maybe corporate heads, maybe even we're on his list".

You get scared at the mere thought of the Riddler wanting to kill you, you unconsciously swallow your saliva, he is ruthless and bloody, you saw how the mayor was left with his head wrapped in tape and a thumb cut off.

"We must be careful..." you said and Bruce doesn't respond with the words but offered you one of his hands and you take it lovingly, a way to reassure you. 

 "I won't give in to the threat of a killer like him, I won't let him kill any more people" assures the man who still has his full bat suit, you look at him hopefully and trust his words.

You just want this to end.

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Bruce yawns slightly as he walks into the main room where he finds Alfred reading the paper and drinking tea. The butler bids him good afternoon and he sits down at the round table with gothic decor while putting on his sunglasses, quickly noticing you were gone.

Bruce asks Alfred about you and he replies that you had to attend a meeting with Wayne Enterprise's accountants to see some altercations, the man with sunglasses relaxes and concentrates on his freshly prepared breakfast, he needs to investigate more about the green-masked assassin.

Hours later and Bruce realizes what time it is, so engrossed in his documents and puzzles he has to solve, the clues and the murders have him detached from time. 

He realizes you're not back.

He calls you on the phone but you don't answer, he tries to reach you for several minutes, but you never answer.

But you never answer.

He leaves his lair to look for Alfred, he hasn't seen you either since you left, worrying the man with sunglasses, Bruce doesn't need more words to leave his tower to look for you.

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You open your eyes wide leaving your sleep behind.

You blink slowly, but, when you fall asleep in the first place...your body feels numb, or rather, numb and bound. you shake but there's not much you can do, you feel duct tape down your legs and wrists through your clothes.

"Wake up...wake up...wake up" an unfamiliar voice takes your sleep away completely, you give a shout of surprise but it is silenced by a piece of cloth in your mouth, you swear your eyes might pop out from how wide you opened them, the first thing you notice is that the place you are in, is too dark that you don't look at anything, not even at the person who woke you up.

Fear runs rampant through your veins that you almost fall into a panic attack from the overwhelming feeling that you are in a completely unknown place, against your will and you admit that you are afraid of what will happen to you.

"Breath, you look like you're going to have a heart attack," a voice tells you with an amused tone, you try to look for that voice, for that person who is hidden among the darkness of the place, who is it?  "Hh, I think you can't see me, wait for a second" you hear some things moving, a creaking chair, and the other things you can't recognize, suddenly the room got light, you closed your eyes because of the exposure to the brightness of the spotlight, but before you had time to get used to the light someone moves you from your original position, thus realizing that you are tied up and sitting on a swivel chair. 

You open your eyes and look at him, you don't know who he is, or why he is dressed like that, and as strange as it sounds, the only thing you can see through the mask he is wearing and his glasses are his eyes, eyes very different from anyone you have ever seen before, is it madness what you see in front of you? 

He is standing in front of you, his breaths are deep and loud, green, and he is covered with completely green clothes, your limbs start to tremble at the sight of how the man is dressed as if he were an executioner.

You and the man stare at each other for a long time, as if it were a staring contest "Hello!" he greets you, closing his eyes and smiling behind his mask. You felt that his greeting was more than ironic and your concern grows more and more, who the hell is he? 

He remains observant but you already avoided his gaze, before you panic again he leaves your side laughing, you take advantage and look around, everything looks blurry and opaque you realize between tears you don't even know when you started to cry, the whole place was covered with papers and files and books.

The unknown man sings in a low voice a song that for you is not soothing, all this terrifies you, you recognized the melody from the man's mouth, and the bird Mary comes out as if it were a church choir, this seems more bizarre than before. You struggle again, moving your wrists to create some friction but you have simply been tied too tightly and have made no difference to the tape being removed from your limbs.

The other person in the room turns to look at you to watch your attempts to escape and stops his humming to stay silent, when you realize he was looking at you you stop moving in fright, tears coming out of you that your nose starts to get stuffed up from the snot caused by you sobbing, you looked up to feel something other than the duct tape on your body.

"Hey, hey, hey" he calls out to you approaching you again and kneeling to be at your level, being near him only causes you intense terror "I'm sorry we met like that" he speaks softly making your sobbing calm down "just, I wanted to see you" he admits shamelessly, he rubs his gloved hands towards your arms, he says nothing but keeps looking at you as if he's watching you from close.

You squint your eyes in confusion, no matter how much you search your head for the memory of who this person could be there is no one similar to him. "I want to hear you," he said, getting up from the floor to remove the gag in your mouth.

You screamed as an instinct, you screamed so much that you wouldn't be surprised if your vocal cords were damaged but despite screaming with all your effort, he who holds you captive just looks at you curiously, you scream for help, you scream for someone to notice you and rescue you from all this, you scream for all the anguish.

But nothing happened.

"It's okay" he stands near you talking to you in such a calm tone "Scream all you want," he says softly you hear him between your moans "No one can hear you anyway" You instantly shut up because of what he said, you dared to look him in the eyes to see if he was serious.

He kept staring at you, your eyes and he kept looking at each other "Who are you?" you whisper in a raspy voice without leaving the staring contest, he smiles "You know who I am".

You notice the question mark on his chest, you'd seen it before, somewhere...sometime, but where? Where? 

The realization hits you like a bucket of cold water, of course, you've seen him, in the news, in the papers, in Bruce's relentless searches to capture him, the politician killer, the one who killed Don Mitchell, it can't be.

"Riddler...you... You are" you can barely utter from the deep fear he has just provoked in you, you don't care that you look like a coward, your skin bristles from the fear rising in you again "Are you going to kill me?" you ask him horrified but already knowing the answer he would say, a terrible <yes> from him.

"Kill you?" he hesitates to utter the word with distaste, in the past, he seriously thought about it, but now you are in his heart for a long time "I would never do such a thing!" he confesses surprised of your question as if it was an obvious thing, you kept silent and he hasn't stopped looking at you "Oh Jesus" he exclaimed sighing "you are so beautiful " he whispered seeing your whole being, his look made you so uncomfortable that you turn your head so he would stop looking at you.

You have no idea what is happening, maybe he won't kill you but he will put a cage on your head with hungry rats since he has done it after all, you clench your fists to keep yourself strong, you don't want to cry more than necessary, not being in front of him. But what can you do in this situation? You're tied up and scared, your breathing still hasn't calmed down and you look like you're going to pass out again from the shock of your situation.

You just hope Bruce notices your disappearance and beats the crap out of this madman. The Riddler stops looking at you, perhaps noticing your discomfort "If you don't want to kill me then...what do you want?" you question him hesitantly, he remains silent not knowing what to answer you only hear his noisy breaths through the mask.

"I..uh..." he stammers nervously searching for the most convenient words in his mind "No one buys me but they would steal me with a look, useless to one but invaluable to two What can I be?" he repeats the riddle in a low voice but you manage to hear him and your eyes widen in surprise and fear flashes in your eyes.

Your expression of displeasure is evident, as Bruce told you in the past, this man is crazy about riddles, so much so that he knows an infinity of them by heart, that he is giving you a simple riddle baffles you "Love...it's love" you answer him with discouragement.

"Right!" he compliments you in a cheerful and energetic voice, you feel extremely strange and confused, you didn't expect The Riddler to be like this, you don't want to get on his bad side so you answered his riddle.

"Well..." he stammered with joy mixed with agitation, he was still staring at you of course "Oh! you must be hungry!" he walks away from your side and you just look at him who is heading to the kitchen of the place you are in, as he walks away he sees the room again. There were endless books and papers wasted everywhere, it also had too many things placed on the walls, documents, pictures, and endless things that only make you more uneasy about the man who kidnapped you.

On your right side, you see a yellowish light, a closed window, and a rifle specifically placed pointing at a part of the window.

You paled at the sight of the gun, but at the same time you found it to be the quickest way out, an escape, but you have a problem, your restraints.

When the riddler returns he brings with him a plate and a glass of water with a straw "Here you must be thirsty!" he puts down the plate with what you see is a dessert, he brings the glass close to you making the straw reach your mouth. You look at it completely dumbfounded, you never thought this would happen, it's like it's a strange dream that you haven't woken up yet, but oh, this is more than real.

You take the water warily, expecting the water to taste weird but it didn't turn out that way, you drank the water until it was almost gone and the riddler puts the glass away to put it on his desk "Well, I'd like you to try this, it's a pumpkin pie from my favorite coffee shop" he takes a piece of the pie and brings it towards your mouth, the state of shock still didn't leave your body so you accepted the post and ate it. 

Just like the water the dessert tastes good, although it doesn't take away the possibility that it is poisoned with something. While you chew the portions of the pie, you look sideways at your kidnapper, his anxious look does not change in the slightest, it is as if he feels happy with the mere fact that you are by his side. Honestly, that makes you uneasy, you are at his beck and call, he is unpredictable, at any moment he could drop that loving facade to start torturing you. 

"It's tasty right?" he asks you and you nod, you don't have the energy to scream again.

He remains silent as he puts down the plate with the remainder of the pie and drags a chair to sit in front of you "Wow...I don't know what to say" the masked man admits, his nervousness is evident now that you take the time to look at him. Reflecting deeply on your next steps, falling into fear won't work for you, and neither will insulting him get to anything more than him getting angry.

Your head feels quite dizzy at the exposure of danger "Why am I here? " you ask him as if it were a plea, it hasn't been more than an hour since you woke up. 

From the other perspective, Edward thinks of an answer to your question, now that he has you in front of him he doesn't know how to proceed, yes, he knows how to knock someone unconscious, he has done it to several politicians and people who deserved it, but this is the first time he has taken someone he loves, someone he doesn't want to hurt. He scolds himself for the lack of organization in his plan, he should have checked every detail. For the moment he has acted like a teenage student talking to his crush but what else does he want to do with you?

"Everyone has been lying to you," he told you with a more serious tone, you listened attentively but no longer looked directly at him "What are you talking about?" you slowly duck your head when you hear him suddenly stand up.

"Your husband, Bruce Wayne'' he pronounces the man's name with total aberration "he hasn't been lying to everyone, the renovation has been nothing but a lie!" his voice rises higher making you close your eyes, Edward noticing that apologizes and continues with his explanation "I tried to expose it in a good way you know? I warned them but what did they do? they completely ignored me and I already lost my patience..." he focuses completely on the files stuck on the walls "But you... you are different" his voice sweetens when he addresses you, you open your eyes from shock and he continues talking "I know who you are, I know what you have done for this city, the only sincere thing in that whole fucking ball of hypocrites is you".

This time you look up willingly to see him, the one who is talking is not the riddler, it's someone else, the person who is hidden in all those layers of green clothes and that mask "Who are you?" he seemed to understand what you meant and he stopped talking, he knows he is a total danger if you see his face, he would be finished if you knew his identity, but he can't help but answer all your doubts, he is really weak towards you, the insecure and fearful look you give him destroy him so much, he doesn't want you to look at him as a monster. 

The only thing he does is take off his mask, he strips it off in front of you, and the man's facial expression changes completely to an embarrassed one, his face is not the most beautiful and he recognizes it, you feel less scared as you see a more human face, something less terrifying, the revelation of the man's face with question mark surprised you so much that it takes you a few seconds to come back to reality 

"I'm Edward" he sits in the other chair in the room, he laughs uncomfortably at your lack of speech "Hello Edward..." your voice sounds puzzled by the impromptu introduction.

"I think what you mean...about the renovation...I was briefed on that today" You blurt out bits of information from the meeting you attended today to discuss that topic with Bruce's group of accountants, you see Edward's reaction, he just sighs with a distressed face "How sluggish" he replies angrily.

Surprisingly you answer him in a low voice "Yes..." You don't know the unusual effect that is causing you the fact that you are getting a little comfortable with Edward, his way of talking and acting and his notorious docility to be with you, his total confidence in showing his face and feeding you. Plus his nerdy boy who doesn't hurt a fly look doesn't help.

Edward relaxes in his seat not taking his eyes off of you of course "You were that KMTJ informant" he nods at your assumption but is less pleased at the mention of his former job "I used to work there, but I found out everything".

"Shit" you curse at everything that's going on, you don't want to have a shred of empathy for this man who treats you like you've known each other for years... the sticky feeling of the tape keeps reminding you that he's here by force, you look behind where Edward is sitting, his collage of photos and newspapers.

There are pictures of magazine covers you took months ago with Bruce for the promotion of his wedding, Bruce's face is crossed out with black marker leaving only your smiling face, there are pictures of the Wayne family and also of your family, pictures of business meetings, pictures of your graduation.

Finally, you see a strange photo with text written on it 

<I know what you did>.

In the photo were Bruce's parents, Thomas and Martha Wayne, a little Bruce, and another unknown boy forming part of a choir staring at the camera, with a solemn and calm look, you can't turn your eyes away from the photo, you find familiar the boy with glasses in the photo "Is that you?" you said quietly still examining the photo as if it was a key to some puzzle you want to formulate in your mind.

Edward turns to look at the same picture and sighs, pressing his lips together to turn to you "Yes...it's me" he admits with difficulty, the sadness is obvious on his face. You both fall into silence and you hate it, now you are overcome with intrigue as to who this person is.

"That picture...when did it happen?" he shakes his head as he listens to you "I don't want to talk about it, ok?" he smiles but doesn't convince you, however, you decide to leave the conversation.

Again you sink into silence, unfortunately, you want to know more about that mysterious photo and the person in front of you, Edward...if it's a real name is everything you didn't expect from someone like the riddle.

Edward saw you with more notoriety, it looked like this was going to go on for hours.

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Time seems to be moving slower and slower, your limbs still felt numb and your body was starting to ache from the sitting position you are in, the pain in your head increased making you close your eyes, but it relaxes you to be in silence since you came here. 

Edward talked about so many things you don't remember now, you just listened to him and he babbled on ecstatic that you were his audience, he talked about how he knew about the renewal, how he met you, and what it was like to work for the KMTJ, a one-sided conversion, at some point in the night he fell asleep right next to you without realizing it, you waited for an hour in silence making sure he is asleep, you looked at his face with his eyes closed and at rest, you turned to see the rifle still pointed at the window showing that it is night.

You look at Edward very carefully and struggle with your legs and wrists again, only one thing comes to your mind which is to take off the tape that with the passing of the hours its glue decreases, besides it covers your clothes and not your skin, you don't take your eyes off Edward, who is still asleep. You raise your wrists and hit them toward your stomach, you do that movement again and you notice that little by little your wrists are free of the tape. you smile completely lucky to get out of the tape that was holding you.

You see the man dressed in green again, his eyes are still closed and inside you squeal with joy that he didn't wake up.

Standing near Edward's desk you search through his tools for something sharp and pick up a small green box cutter, silently you cut the piece of tape on your legs.

Damn, it looks fucking easy to leave.

With your limbs freed you slowly get up from your chair and walk towards the rifle near the window, you could already feel your sweet freedom in just a few steps, already near the rifle you hear an angry shout from Edward.

Your first instinct was to run and grab the rifle in your sweaty hands from panic and fear, you turned around in time to face Edward just awake and with a completely unrecognizable look of anger. You opened your eyes and the gun feels heavier and heavier between your hands, you raise the rifle aiming it at Edward who moved closer to you

"Back off!" you yell at him, you had never touched a gun in your life, and you don't even know if it has bullets or safety but Edward's expression changed from anger to fear in a second, giving you a bit of courage, but suddenly his fearful eyes turned into ones full of sadness, his face soured and he started crying in front of you.

That made you weaken your grip on the gun, you didn't expect this to be his reaction, you had the feeling that he will rush towards you to take the gun away.

But now, simply the man who calls himself the riddler and whose appearances were more than macabre, lies in front of you with his hands raised, his face swollen, cheeks and nose blushing from sobbing, you looked at him stunned and he wouldn't stop crying, in your mind you only tell yourself that it's a way to manipulate you so you give him the gun and he can tie you up again in tape.

But, shit, you feel sorry for him, your heart shrinks for seeing such a scene, and his voice breaks "Please, please, don't go" he manages to say between his wails, his shrieks transmit an immeasurable anguish.

"Don't cry!" you shout at him sharply pointing again, Edward lifts his head and looks at the mess he has become, tears are still falling from his eyes but he has stopped shrieking.

"You kidnapped me! You tied me up! What did you expect, that I would love you?" you scream at him taking out all your pain and anguish, he keeps silent but looks you straight in the eyes, very different from the other times you have seen each other in the course of your stay here, he opened his eyes completely, you see his irises in different shades of blue and green.

"Is your name even Edward?" your question is no longer loud or outrageous, if not full of torment.

"I don't know, I don't know my real name," he says wiping away his tears "Edward, Patrick, the Riddler, I don't care" names that some people called him , sometimes he questions his own identity, who he is.

"What do you mean?" you keep pointing at Edward as you start walking without taking your eyes off the bespectacled man sitting on the floor "Edward is the name I was given at the orphanage I grew up in" he reveals in a guarded voice.

You stop your pace noticing what he just said "Orphanage? Are you talking about the Gotham orphanage?" he nods his head in disgust at the mere memory of his hell, you know what it implies that he was one of those little ones who suffered from the old orphanage that used to be a Wayne home, you read the news about the little help, the mistreatment, and the poor support.

You shake your head "I don't believe you" You refuse to think that this man survived the orphanage, the orphanage fire, everything, the man in front of you looks perfectly like a normal person.

"Don't believe me, look at the picture" he points to the picture you paid attention to, him being near the Waynes, you look closely at the picture and see that it is not a common picture if not a sheet was torn from a newspaper <The Wayne's visit Gotham's orphanage!> as a scoop title.

Before you saw Edward again he had already run towards you, you were too slow in firing the gun he threw you down hard, and you took seconds to respond from the impact of falling to the ground, Edward completely hogged you trying to pull the gun away from you and trap you with his body.

You stretch out one of your arms to grab the rifle but Edward pulls it further away from you and screams in frustration.

"Why?" you manage to shout at him amidst the scuffle on the floor "Why me?!" you don't even know what you're asking anymore, the mixture of overwhelming feelings made you spit out questions "I LOVE YOU!! Don't you understand?" he answers you on top of you with the same impatience as yours.

Before you bit one of his hands you both stop abruptly at insistent knocks on the apartment door.

Edward froze staring in the direction of the door, while you take advantage of his distraction to break away from him and grab the rifle "BATMAN!" you shouted with the rifle back in your hands and Edward pales at your shout, the door shakes at the insistent knocking of someone wanting to get in.

Edward doesn't know what to do and you turn to him again "Go away! " you order him pointing the gun and he gets up from the floor without stopping looking at you with confusion "I said go away! " you keep insisting breaking Edward's shock, without thinking twice he runs to the only window of the apartment but before he went out he looks at you for the last time, he didn't say anything to you, just that habit of seeing you comfort him.

The door is finally forced open and you shoot towards a wall out of fright, Edward jumps out the window and disappears without a word.

You perceive Bruce's cape, or rather, Batman when he approaches you to see if you are hurt "Batman!" you call him relieved releasing the rifle and letting it fall on the floor, Bruce looks everywhere looking for the idiot who kidnapped you, but he is nowhere to be found "he escaped" you inform him with a deep and quick breath, for the first time since he came in he turns to see you.

You open your arms to hug Batman, oh god, you were so scared, the only thing you need right now is the affection of your best friend.

Bruce hugged you back stiffly but at the same time he felt a deep relief to see you alive, he should be following the riddler right now, but he can't leave you alone, you need support.

You smell the metal of his suit, you feel some of his weapons, and the smell the rain and the smoke of the city, you feel so safe in his arms, and you close your eyes to enjoy the moment.

"Where did he go?" he asks you with a voice full of anger, you shake your head and answer him "I don't know".

The two of you stood like that, hugging in the middle of the Ridler's apartment, you open your eyes to turn towards the open window.

Why did you let him go?

Batman slowly separates from you so as not to scare you, with his mask you can't perceive a gleam in his eyes, you only see black "Did he do something to you? Did he hurt you?" as he interrogates you he examines your body up and down and touches your arms and head. 

"He…was good to me…" you tell him without thinking and Batman confused by your statement asks you again "What did he do to you?" he asks more seriously and you answer him again with the same thing.

"He was good to me, " you say hesitantly in your own words, you remain silent as you take the bat's cape and roll up in it, a common habit you do that annoys Bruce, but this time he lets you do it.

Batman looks at you silently looking for possible serious damage, a bruise, and wounds, on the other hand, you close your eyes and wrap yourself in the tranquility that Bruce's presence causes you "He was good to me.. "you tell him again with a tired tone.

Thank you very much for reading! And sorry for the mistakes!*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧.

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[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Question, could I request the riddlers with s/o who has sensory issues? If you feel comfortable writing for it

Riddler Party x Reader With Sensory Issues

OH BOY, DO I... You came to the right place I have PLENTY of personal experience with sensory issues. Nightmare. Lots of Riddler parties lately! Seems like you guys LIKE them or something.

For those unaware, I'll be referencing sensory overload which is a common experience with neurodivergent people where certain sensations become Too Much and sets off an intensive reaction emotionally and/or physically. For example, me being autistic, when I personally experience overload I first get really irritable and uncomfortable which can quickly turn to hyperventilation/feeling like I cannot breath if i can't resolve/get away from the source of the overload. I tend to have issues with a bit of everything sensory wise, but it can be a little different for everyone with certain sensations being much more likely to trigger or be upsetting than it is for others.

TW: Ableism mention, self-harm relating to bad sensory issues

Gotham

Oh does he know all about it. He's the one who is definitely on spectrum and experiences the most outward symptoms. The worst for him is the sensations of bad touch and textures. Fortunately smell doesn't bother him much considering his old line of work. Yet if it's something that bothers you, he'll be happy to keep some coffee nearby! Coffee contains nitrogen, which helps neutralize odors. So it's a natural deodorizer! If.... If that's what bothers you.

The most sympathetic to sensory issues because he knows what it's like. He's also very aware of the consequences of too much turning into sensory overload. You'll notice a lot of his clothing is rather sleek, more of a silken or cotton texture. As a child he had this wool sweater his father would make him wear until Edward scratched himself to bleeding. Anything slightly itchy on his skin will send him over the fucking edge. Maybe you relate.

He will get overprotective about you getting set off. A little baggie of coffee beans, ready to cut the wiring on lights that are too bright, maybe even shoot someone not willing to turn the goddamn music down! Excuse me, this dish has x and that has a bad mouth feel so they NEED to take this back and remake it. If it's you, you deserve the fuss.

BTAS

Not related to sensory issues per say, but this is the man that would make the highest tier fidget gear for you. You can bet he would be equally attentive to satisfying sensory issue situations. Get ready for weighted blankets and a room that is basically a sensory cocoon for you to escape to when things get to be too much. It's not a devoid space, it's just a room set up for you that he'll never put air fresheners or candles in, it has some light sound proofing and it's own thermostat. He'll call it your "office."

He already modified most of his place to be adjustable at the drop of a hat, but now he polishes it off and gives you the remote. Dimmer type switches for all the lights in the house and you can shutter up the windows, too. He's ready to cater to whatever it is that irritates you in particular.

If you ever get a sensory overload in public, he's the one who will notice and quickly whisk you away to a quiet and safe spot to help you come down. Breathing exercises that he made sure to look up for you, hugging pressure if that's what you need and a soft voice to ground you.

60s

You are going to need to remind him a lot. It's not because he doesn't care or won't do anything for you, it's because a lot of his life is kind of nightmarish sensory-wise and he's just used to that level of chaos by now. He does everything big! Big lights, big sounds, you get it. Plus he doesn't really know a lot of neurodivergent people so it's not something he's actively aware or thinking of.

That being said, however, he's doing the equivalent of taking his jacket off so you can cross a puddle- but with sensory issues! "Oh! Pretty thing, do cover your ears, this might be loud." Mentally keeps a list of foods or ingredients that you don't like the texture of. Just in case he notices before you! Then he gets the bonus of being your knight in armor looking out for you.

If anyone were to be rude about it or uncompromising, he'd take it as a personal offense. Likely give them a witty riddle, a slight scare and then plots to ruin their day/life in the near future. No one is going to mess with you and get away with it.

Zero Year

Undiagnosed, but lowkey has the Tism. He's INCREDIBLY picky about the food he eats because of related sensory issues. It can't be too mushy, it can't be too grainy, it can't be too hard to chew- the list goes on. He's an expert at sending things back in restaurants if it bothers him, so he'll definitely do it for you.

Just know that at times he will be too self-involved and might unintentionally set you off before remembering last second. He'll be apologetic when he does it! Try to suck up and get back on your good side. Remember all the times he went out of his way to do NICE things for your sensory issues!

He will be downright obnoxious if someone else is setting off your sensory issues, however. Do you know the statistics of the population having sensory issues and YOU'RE playing loud music in your tiny shitty establishment? Do you know what that's like for someone who is sensitive to auditory issues? Maybe a little experiment is in order...

Do not ask what the experiment entails unless you want graphic details.

Arkham

Has sensory issues himself but would never admit there could be something "wrong" with him, so he downplays it a LOT as if it's just a regular experience. It's one of several reasons why his hideouts tend to lack the noise of other people. He also immensely dislikes physical touch unless he initiates it himself or it's you. So when you explain it, he's both understanding a little surprised.

Of course there's a name for it. There's a name for everything and he knew that- but also... knowing there's a phrasing to explain what he's been experiencing is enlightening to say the least. Considering this is the man that would make fidget rings and the like to keep you occupied if you also stim, he's going to try and be attentive to sensory stuff.

If it's something like aversion to his machinery noises, for example, while he's not going to stop making things... You find a set of noise-cancelling headphones waiting at the door when you enter the hideout. He won't stop specific behaviors of his for you, but he'll try to find ways of making it okay for you. Compromising! It's definitely showing his way of loving you since anyone else he'd tell them to fuck off if they didn't like how he lives his life.

Telltale

Don't take this the wrong way but at first, he's going to think you're just being overly sensitive/picky. Because you're his partner, he's not going to be intentionally rude about it. If something is bothering you, he'll try to take care of it. Whether it's a sound or smell or feel on your skin- He doesn't mind taking whatever steps to try and resolve it.

Likely he won't take it seriously until there's A) A sensory overload or B) You really have a conversation with him about why it's a big deal. Mentioning how it's not that different from his OCD triggers would be helpful here. Then he gets it.

His grand narcissism still effects his perception of other people's issues, even when it's the one he loves. Once he has the realization, however, he'll be getting on the ball and will torment anyone who doesn't take you seriously. What are your needs? He wants to have the full discussion. Because, whatever it is, he plans on you having it from now on.

2022

While it might not be sensory issues exactly, he knows the sensation of being mentally and physically overloaded in a way that could incapacitate you entirely. The moment you tell him, he's almost apologetic. Are you telling him because he did something that triggered your issues? No? Oh, thank god.

If it's related to touching, it'll be a little hard for him at first. He really wants to cuddle and be physically affectionate but he will respect your boundaries if it really bothers you. Otherwise, this guy is going to have the softest blankets and pillows for you to burrow in after a hard day. He can even lay on you or the blankets for a weighted component! Matching cozy sweaters and socks that are soft on your skin.

Sensory overload will scare the shit out of him the first time it happens. Such an intense reaction and you seem so distressed! Afterwards he'll be learning the signs that it could be starting with you and your triggers so that he can shut it down before it gets bad. He is not above murder to stop the trigger if need be. It's for his angel, after all!

#Btas riddler #arkham riddler #gotham riddler #zero year riddler #telltale riddler #60s riddler #2022 riddler #foxwriting #riddler x reader

[soapskies]

May I make a request for Arkham Riddler learning he has a long-lost illegitimate child from a past relationship, and now his son has returned to Gotham, much older, as an up-and-coming supervillain?

ARKHAM RIDDLER W/ SUPERVILLAIN SON

MALE READER. HCS. CW FOR FLASHING GIF AT THE END!

He finds this out, pretty abruptly, when you suddenly show up to Gotham like you own the place and start wreaking havoc

The public deemed you even more dangerous and crafty than the Riddler, much to his dismay

Thank god his surname wasn’t attached to you

Sure in his younger days he may have had a few brief rendezvous, but that was a part of his past he preferred to keep behind him.

He dropped those girls like nothing had occurred and deemed himself above such things, many, many years ago

And here you were, on his screen, rivaling Batman himself

Even if your his flesh and blood, he’s not going to go easy on you

If you’re really as good as they say, then prove it to him!

He puts pressure on you, monitoring your side of town and trying to ensure the Batman will catch you

He’ll hack into your database to send you taunting messages and riddles

“From birth to death. From boy to man. All things change but this one thing he’ll always be…?”

If you didn’t know he was your father prior, then you surely will now.

Batman becomes less of a problem, now that the two of you are battling it out

And Riddler’s efforts to take you out of the game lands both of you in Arkham

In his mind everything was alright before you arrived on the scene, why’d you have to come along and screw everything up?

If you try to reconnect with him, he’ll brush you off

He feels the smallest twinge of guilt about leaving you without a father all these years but it’s too late now.

God knows he never had an adequate one of his own.

#arkham riddler x child reader #edward nygma x child reader #arkham riddler x reader #riddler x reader #riddler x male reader #edward nygma x male reader #Arkham riddler x male reader #edward nygma x reader #familial hcs

[helpfandom]

Masterlist for Helpfandom

For 2023 Halloween event:

⚠️ Hazard Taffy- Bruce Wayne

Continuation of post above: Hazard Taffy-Bruce Wayne 2

🔪 Knife gummies- [Btas] Scarecrow

💌 Caramel Letters- Riddler [Btas]

👁 Sour eyeball candies- [Btas] Harley Quinn

🎃 Pumpkin pretzels- Harvey {Stardew Valley}

🌽 Candy corn- [Btas] Riddler

⚠️ Hazard Taffy- Handsome Jack

🦇Batman:🦇 [Big enough to have it's own masterlist.]

🐢TMNT Masterlist:🐢 [It got big enough I thought it should have it's own masterlist.]

🦔Sonic the Hedgehog Movie:🦔

Jimbotnik / Robotnik Alphabet Platonic

Vermillion: \/

Overview for Long Standing Fic of Stobotnik x Platonic Reader

Vermillion: Chapter 1: Chilling

Vermillion: Chapter 2: The Man

Vermillion: Chapter 3: Gay People Exist

Chapter 4:

🔪Texas Chainsaw Massacre🔪 1974/1986/2022

Bubba w/ a Teen Reader

💊We Happy Few:💊

200 follower event Yandere analysis

Yandere Platonic Guide

��Penguins of the Madagascar🐧

200 follower event yandere analysis! {NOT FINISHED}

🌲Camp Camp:🌲

David w/ Camper reader HC Platonic

⚗️Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood:⚗️

Envy w/ Chimera! Reader HC Platonic

Envy w/ Kawaii kid. HC Platonic

Envy w/ Cutsey S/O HC Romantic

🔫Borderlands:🔫

Zane Flynt HC Platonic

Fl4K HC Platonic

Calypso Twins HC Platonic

Calypso Twins w/ half-Sibling working with the Crimson Raiders. HC Platonic

Handsome Jack HC Platonic

Handsome Jack with a platonic one night stand kid HC Platonic

Handsome Jack and Nisha w/ Bio kid HC Patonic

⚠️ Hazard Taffy- Handsome Jack

TFTB Rhys w/ Teen HC Platonic

✨Glitter Force:✨

Rascal/Joker [Glitter Force] HC Platonic

Glitter Breeze vs. Rascal Versus.

Ulric w/ Child who Adores 'Villains' HC Platonic

❤️Not enough fics to be a category yet:❤️

Tinkerbell with a Reckless! Animal Fairy darling. HC Platonic

Ken [From the Barbie movie] HC Platonic

Jimbotnik / Robotnik Alphabet Platonic

Mitch Williams [Glitch Techs] HC Platonic

GLaDOS w/ test subject kid. HC Platonic

Sadou Maou w/ Foster Kid HC Platonic

Jack Frost w/ Runaway Teen HC Platonic

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[jasntodds]

Caving In [16]

Pairing: Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Reader, Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader

Words: 11,998

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, angst, canon violence, blood, mentions of injuries (bruising, being shot with a tranquilizer), more yelling

Summary: ❝Tell me Atlas: What is heavier, The world or its people’s hearts?❞ You never expected your life to end up this way, turned upside down by an infamous Gotham villain. It’s been a living hell, every single day, until Dick Grayson brings you to Titans tower where you meet Gar Logan and Jason Todd.

A/N: We see Jason again this chapter, I promise!! Also, hi, next chapter is the last chapter of book 1 lmao there will be a 1 week break between this book and book 2 because I have chapters for book 2 done lol I am easily motivated to post more often when I get feedback 😂 You can add yourself to the tag list below, ask me to be tagged, or you can follow my library blog @jasntoddslibrary​​​ and turn on notifications if you prefer that!!

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After the next few hours, Gar and you keep up with city surveillance cameras but you haven't been able to spot Conner or Krypto. Your best guess is that they're probably in some secluded alley waiting for things to calm down before they start moving.  It's a bit disappointing and disheartening. You and Gar need to find him and bring them back to the tower. It's not safe for them out there alone.

With no luck at the cameras, you convince Gar to come to the kitchen to have a snack. Neither of you have eaten in a while and you won't be useful if you're hungry. Gar reluctantly agrees but he pulls up the news on a laptop as he paces back and forth, you rummaging for a few granola bars. Gar tries to call Dick again but still gets his voicemail.

"Why isn't he answering?" Gar asking, words steaming with annoyance.

"Guilt?" You question, tossing Gar a granola bar from the other side of the counter. "I have no idea. Call Bruce again?"

"Uh...right, um." Gar rubs the back of his neck and you narrow your eyes at him.

He neglected to tell you that he did not call Bruce when he said he would. He went to call but then hung up before the call went through. Conner was your best chance at getting the Titans back together. He just wants them back, they belong together. They’re Titans. But, he knew you would probably be mad if he told you. You and Gar had one job.

"Gar, did you not call him?" You blink at him, sucking on your teeth.

Gar shakes his head, wincing. "Conner woke up and I thought if we called Bruce, he'd take Conner away and then we'd never get the Titans back to together."

You stare at him and you can't believe he was that desperate to lie and then not do what Dick told him to do. You know the Titans mean a lot to him but he should have called. This was probably part of why Dick wanted you to call Bruce. The two of you are not equipped to deal with this and what just happened proves that. But, Gar is beating himself up enough for it and you aren’t going to beat a dead horse. Especially because it’s Gar.

“Okay.” You let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing your face with your hands. “Okay, I’ll call Bruce then.”

“But we lost him. How are we--”

“Gar,” You shake your head. “Look, it’s Bruce Wayne. He raised Dick fucking Grayson and took Jason fucking Todd in who was stealing from the Batmobile, okay? He solves riddles from the Riddler. Us losing Conner? That’s child’s play. Bruce will know what to do.” You swallow your pride admitting Bruce might be kind of helpful right now and he might not yell at either of you for it. This can’t be worse than anything Dick and Jason have put him through.

“I’m really sorry.” Gar's brows knit together with guilt and you hang your head before looking back to him. You can't let him beat himself for it.

“It’s fine, I get it.” You sigh. “I just wish you would have told me. But, it’s okay. I get why you did it. I’ll call Bruce and we’ll find him.” You walk over to the other side of the counter and put your hands on his shoulders. “We got this.” You give him a confident smile and it does make him feel a little bit better.

You take your hands off him and just as you’re about to walk away, the alarm system goes off for zone two. Gar glances to you before going to the laptop and pulling up the intercom feed from the front door.

“Hello? Who's there?” Gar asks annoyed, not seeing anyone. You look over his shoulder, just seeing the buildings across the street.

Krypto jumps up on the screen and barks. You smile widely, already making your way toward the elevator. Gar follows right behind you, feeling a little bit of relief. At least Krypto is back and he can lead you both back to Conner.

You and Gar follow Krypto through the city, keeping up with him at an even pace. You almost laugh to yourself as you walk because this is kind of like Lassie. You're literally following a dog to find someone who's lost. But, Krypto is cooler than Lassie. He's a superdog. Gar, on the other hand, is just relieved you'll be able to get Conner and come back to the tower. He swears he'll be calling Bruce when you get back. He should have done it yesterday but he can make up for it now.

After about a fifteen-minute walk, Krypto runs ahead of you and Gar, jumping on someone in a trench coat. Gar feels the weight immediately lift from his shoulders. That's definitely Conner. You’re a bit surprised it was actually that easy to find him. But, you’re definitely feeling like you got lucky that no one had recognized him from the news.

"Great, dumbest dog ever." Conner says, looking down as Krypto sits right in front of him.

"He can ring a doorbell with his nose." Gar smiles softly at Conner as he walks up, you right to his left. "I've seen dumber."

"He brought Eve to the tower to find you, came to get us, found you again. Give him a little credit." You let out a soft laugh as you walk over to Krypto, patting his head gently.

Conner deadpans at the two of you, clearly not in the mood for anything. "Stay away from me." Conner states before walking off.

You look to Gar as his face falls. How is Conner possibly mad at the two of you? Sure, you were not specific with the Titan's instructions but he went rogue. It's at that moment you get why Dick was so angry at you and Jason, twice. You swear that thought will never see the light of day.

You and Gar start walking after Conner, taking long strides to keep up with him.

"What you did to those cops...you messed things up for a lot of people, including us." Gar says as you catch up to Conner. "I think we deserve an answer. What the hell happened?" You look to Gar and you’re proud of him for standing up himself. He doesn't do it nearly enough.

"When you invited me to be a Titan, I told you what I was. But you didn't listen cause that's not what you wanted to hear." Conner’s voice sounds hurt.

"You're right." Gar moves forward, standing in front of Conner so all of you come to a stop. "I didn't listen. Being a Titan isn't about being perfect. I..." Gar sucks in a breath, his voice lowering. "I killed a guy once. And I clawed him to pieces."

You remember after Jerry, Gar has said something about how he had killed someone and that must be what he's referring to. You didn't really ask, it didn't seem like something he wanted to talk about but given the look of distress on his face, you’re thinking maybe you should have. But, Gar is right. None of the Titans are perfect, and Conner doesn't have to be either. Being a Titan isn't about being perfect, it's about helping people who can't help themselves.

"So, maybe we should both be locked up." Conner states.

"Hey," You chime in. "No, that's not how it works. We all fuck up." You state, moving to stand beside Gar so you can look up at Conner. "You hurt those cops because you didn't know any better but everyone is capable of learning from their mistakes. Gar did what he had to survive. I nearly beat a guy to death for torturing me. We fuck up and then we work through it with each other. That's how it works."

Gar offers you a kind and grateful smile before looking back at Conner. "She's right. When we mess up, we learn from it with each other and so can you." Gar lets out a breath. "What we do...other people count on us to help them."

"Well, they shouldn't." Conner fires back.

"Why not? If you wanna argue about it, I'll argue." You cross your arms over your chest. "We can help them." You haven't actually been able to given Dick not letting any of you but that's the idea. "We have these abilities that we choose to use for good. Who you are has nothing to do with who your parents are. That's all you and you can choose to be good."

"And you two still hurt other people by choosing to be good." Conner strikes back and your eyes narrow. 

But, before Gar or you can try reasoning more with Conner further, Krypto starts barking. The three of you look where Krypto is barking, seeing a dark grey armored vehicle show up with a CADMUS decal on the door. Those are the people who are looking for Conner and Krypto and you start getting a bad feeling about this.

"You guys have to get out of here, now." Conner states, lightly pushing Gar's chest before he starts walking confidently towards the vehicle.

You and Gar are quick to catch up to him. Gar runs in front of him, putting his hands on Conner's chest to stop him.

"No, no, no!" Gar's words rush together. "Do you really want to hurt someone else?" He asks as the three of you come to a stop.

"You can choose to walk away, Conner." You state.

Conner looks between you, jaw clenched. But, he doesn't start to move forward.

"Come on!" Gar taps Conner's shoulder and the three of you start running, Krypto running slightly in front of you.

The four of you run back to the tower, hoping CADMUS didn't notice you or follow you. You hope you lost them. You kept looking over your shoulder, checking but you’re pretty sure you lost them when you took a shortcut down an alley and cut across to a second one. That's the last you remember seeing them but there is a part of you that starts to worry about it.

They're looking for Conner. They're going to keep looking for him. Gar and you are not equipped to deal with that on your own. You’re worried for Conner. If anyone knows what it's like to be held against their will, it would be you. It's CADMUS and they made him which means it was probably torture. The anxiety creeps into the back of your throat but you have to swallow it down as you get out of the elevator. This isn't about you. This is about keeping Conner safe.

“Hey, you know they’re just gonna keep coming after me, right?” Conner asks as he sets his coat down on one of the table chairs.

Gar grabs three drinks from one of the shelves in the kitchen while you take a seat at one of the barstools.

“Let them try.” Gar states, putting the drinks down in front of you.

“We’re always gonna help.” You add in. You wouldn’t risk someone being subjected to what you were.

“This is my mess, not yours.” Conner states.

“This is what the Titans do.” Gar urges, leaning his arms on the counter, facing you and Conner.

“We protect people, including our own.” You give Conner a nod.

The words still feel a little sour in your mouth. That's what you're supposed to do but it doesn't feel like that's the case. You keep that to yourself though. It's not fair to argue that right now. Giving Conner this rundown of the shit that happened a few days ago isn't going to help anyone or anything or this situation. You decide just to back Gar up on this.

“Exactly, we have each other’s backs.” Gar smiles proudly before walking back off to the pantry.

“So, where are they? The other Titans.” Conner asks and you spin on your chair, facing away from Conner and towards Gar. That's all for Gar to explain.

“You know what,” Gar pauses for a second. “Maybe I should do what Dick wanted me to do in the first place.” Gar walks back of the pantry and pulls out his phone.

“Yes, yes you should.” You nod your head. This is gonna be a big mess if he doesn’t get ahold of Bruce. You cannot take CADMUS.

“Call in the big guns.”

“We’re gonna use guns?” Conner asks, a little worry in his voice.

“No, it’s just a metaphor. Calling Bruce Wayne.” Gar says with a smile.

“You are calling him, right?” You raise your brows at Gar and Gar nods softly at you, typing into his phone.

“Yeah, we need him.” Gar states and he starts to walk away but then there’s a security alert.

“Zone six, unauthorized access.” The automated voice says through the tower and Gar pauses, looking back at you.

“What’s that?” Conner asks.

“Zone six is the roof.” Gar's voice is filled with confusion.

"Why does it have to be roof?" You let out an exasperated whine. You’re really starting to hate rooftops.

The three of you look around, as if unsure what you should do but before you and Gar can check the security cameras, the floor-to-ceiling windows shatter. You lean away, dodging the glass. Gar takes a few steps further away and Conner flinches away from the windows. People in all black with guns start to storm the tower.

They repel through the windows and start coming in through the hall leading to the training room. You jump up from your spot, moving away from them, meeting Gar and Conner at the very end of the counter. Krypto starts barking as he runs in to join you. Gar puts his hands up, not knowing what the hell else to do with guns pointed directly at him.

Krypto starts barking and won’t stop while the men say to shut him up. Before they can act though, Krypto uses his superspeed and jumps onto one of the men, tackling him to the ground. Unfortunately, another man shoots a net with glowing green orbs at the ends right at Krypto and captures him. Conner jumps into action with the sound of Krypto whimpering.

This cannot be happening. The tower is supposed to be safe. It’s supposed to be secure but now you’re being stormed by fucking CADMUS. You feel your mouth run dry and this can’t be happening. They’re going to take Conner and probably kill you and Gar. How does this shit keep happening? But, now is not the time to panic so you watch them carefully, the throbbing hasn’t started yet but you’re sure it’s going to.

Conner punches two men at the same time, sending them flying backward and onto the floor. Two men start to walk towards you and Gar, Gar still having his hands up. You look to Gar and you’re thinking the same thing. Do or die. You nod at him and Gar attacks on of the men, grabbing his gun and then yanking him by his head, into the wall while you grab the other man.

You grab the gun, shoving the gun into him with all of your force before using it as momentum to swing him around into the kitchen area. You twist the gun around, as the man loses his grip and use the weapon to drag him further to your level. You bring your knee up to knee him in the face before landing a hit to the back of his neck, sending him to the floor.

You and Gar look at each other with pride before the throbbing starts kicking in, right in the front of your head. Your eyes widened and you grab Gar by his jacket, yanking him down behind the center counter and to the floor just as another man starts shooting at the two of you.

“Thanks.” Gar says, breathing heavily.

“Got you.” You offer a nervous smile. The throbbing has moved to the side of your head where more men have started shooting and Conner is still dealing with a few others. “Got a plan?”

“I’ll distract them so you can move.” Gar rushes his words, ripping his jacket from his shoulders while his face turns green. “Keep fighting.”

You look above you seeing the block with all of the kitchen knives. You crawl to the left of Gar so you’re right under where the knives are, Gar fully transformed now. Gar walks out from the counter, growling at one of the men before he jumps on him. You take that as your chance to stand up, and immediately start grabbing knives. The throbbing starts coming from the back of your head and slightly to right. In a swift motion, you spin, hitting one of the men whose gun is aimed right at you. You hit him right where his neck peaks out of his protective gear. He drops to the ground, holding the wound where blood starts spraying out of it.

You take the knives, moving towards where Gar is to make sure he’s doing okay. Gar still has a guy pinned as a few more men come in, all aiming guns at you, Gar, and Conner and the throbbing intensifies, right in the front of your head but you’ve been training for this. You start throwing the knives with everything in you, one right after the other, hitting two men and they go to the ground but the throbbing switches to the side and it's all starting to mush together as you catch a glimpse of Gar slowly moving away from the man on the ground and he looks hurt. Two men are moving to either side of the counter to surround you so you throw your last knife at the guy to the right, turning to fight the other one.

You take the first swing but he uses the gun to hit you away, the butt of the gun connecting with the side of your face. Before you can regain your footing, you feel a hard hit to your right leg. You try to fight through it, trying to grab the gun from this man as well but he yanks it away and the world starts spinning around you. You sway slightly before going to the floor with a heaving breath.

You drag yourself up against the counters facing the windows, while your heart rate starts to slow. Your vision is blurry and warped as you look in front of you. Gar is leaning against the opposite counter with a heaving chest, no longer in tiger form. They shot him, too and there's a bloody handprint right before his head. This can't be happening. It can't be happening. You have to save him.

You look to your leg. There's a dart sticking out of your leg and you know that's not good but there's no real panic happening. You should be panicking, getting an extra boost of adrenaline, but it's like your entire body is shutting down, the adrenaline won't kick in. You pick up your arm to pull it out and your arm feels like it weighs a thousand pounds. It takes you a few tries to get your arm to line up with the dart. It's like your brain isn't quite connecting with your body and it's frustrating but eventually, you’re able to pull the dart out of your leg.

Gar looks to you and you lost. He was shot with a tranquilizer and he can't do anything to help. He's stuck here and you are so in over your heads. Everything is so heavy and it's hard to breathe. Gar can barely keep himself up right and he's watching you struggle to breathe in front of him. He really messed up this time. And he's fucking scared. They're gonna kill you both.

A woman comes in with more men, they walk in through the elevator and her voice sounds distorted to you as your eyelids grow heavier. You’re wheezing with every breath, trying to look over to Conner. You get a hazy glimpse of him just standing there. You have no clue what the hell is going on but what you do know, is that you are so screwed. And no matter how badly you want to get up and keep fighting, your legs won't work. Your arms are too heavy to lift and it feels like you’re in a fever dream. Every second is a struggle as the woman keeps talking and finally, you’re body gives out to the tranquilizer.

You don’t come to until the following day. You’re in the same spot you were before and your head still feels heavy and foggy. At first, you just feel a little disoriented and confused. For just a second, you forget what happened last night, aren’t sure why you’re on the floor in the kitchen. Your right leg where you were shot with the tranquilizer is sore. Your breathing is ragged while you look around slowly. But confusion clouds your mind as you look around slowly seeing broken glass and blood around you. And that’s when everything starts to become clear.

Gar, Conner, Krypto. Tranquilizer darts. Guns. Fighting.

A sense of panic washes over you as you look at the spot in front of your where you last saw Gar, the bloody handprint staring directly at you. Your head starts to throb, but not for fighting, just from a normal headache. You know Gar wouldn’t leave you here if he were still here and your heart breaks. They took him. They took all three of them and left you for dead. But you can’t focus on that, you need to get help. So, you start to get up.

You place your hands on the cool floor beneath you and push up. Your arms feel like limp spaghetti but you push through it. Tranquilizers are just an anesthetic and you know the more you come to, it’ll start to wear off. You need to just find a way to push through it. You lean forward, grabbing the counter for support as you lift yourself up, groaning as your leg feels like it has the worst Charlie horse of the century. You keep pressure off it as you get fully to your feet, your heart thundering through your ears. The whole room feels off and it’s starting to make your nauseous. 

You groan and pull out of your phone from your pocket. Your vision takes a second to focus on the screen as you go to your recent text thread, hitting the call button.

“Hey, it’s Jason. Leave a message or don’t.”

“Seriously, Jay? Answer your damn phone.” You huff into the phone. “The fucking was attacked. I’m hurt and CADMUS took Gar, Conner, and Krypto. Call me.” You hang up the phone, rolling your eyes before you start texting him.

You: Gar kidnapped, hurt, check your voicemail shithead

You let out a sigh and pull up Dick’s contact whose voicemail is now full. You grit your teeth before letting out a scoff. You pull up Kory’s number and that goes to voicemail. What is with these people? Can’t anyone answer a phone? Everyone has their phone attached to their hip, constantly on it but now there’s an emergency, everyone conveniently can’t answer? You grow more annoyed as you start making your way through all of the Titans. Donna, Dawn, Hank. You even try Rachel and not a single one of them can answer the phone either.

You nearly chuck your phone across the room. What the fuck are you supposed to do if you can’t get ahold of anyone to help? The boys could be getting tortured or killed right now and you’re stuck here, no backup. You’re all alone and hurt. The panic sets in as your hands start to shake and tears burn the back of your eyes. Your nose grows warm and you have no idea what you’re supposed to do. Your breathing quickens as the room starts to spin. You can’t do this on your own.

But, then your phone starts ringing, Donna’s name appearing on the screen.

"Hey—"

"Where are you?" You rush your words, wiping your eyes with your sleeve. "I need help, Gar was kidnapped with Conner and Krypto. Dick isn't answering the phone."

"Slow down, what happened?" Donna stops, looking around the street.

"Gar, Conner, and Krypto were kidnapped. We were attacked last night by the people looking of Conner." Your throat feels raw like sandpaper.

"Where are you?" Donna starts walking quickly.

"Still in the tower, they used s tranquilizer on me? I guess I don't know. I just came to."

"Stay there, do not move. I'm on my way."

"Thank you." You let out a breath, the smallest bit of relief coming over you. At least Donna called back.

You pocket your phone and you need to get yourself straightened out. You'll explain everything to Donna but you want to be ready for whatever Donna will come with to help them. You have to be ready.

You limp over to the fridge and grab a bottle of water, taking a few sips of it to ease the cotton mouth. The water is cool and helps perk you up a little bit. It helps the panic subside a little as you take a few deep breaths before you start limping to your room.

You grab new clothes to change into, getting a look at the damage a tranquilizer dart can cause. There's a deep bruise covering the majority of your thigh and you wince at the sight of it, understanding why it actually hurts to walk. It sucks and it hurts, but you’re honestly relieved that's all there is. Tranquilizers used for wildlife, something like a tiger for example, can kill people. You’re not really sure what type they used or the dosage, but you feel lucky to not be dead right about now.

While you change and grab your knives, you can't help but feel the guilt seep into your bloodstream like an infection. It's there and tugging at every part of you. You had them. You were holding your own just fine and you got that glimpse of Gar. That split second and it made you pause. You should have been able to take the last two. You should have been able to help Gar. And the more you think about it, you should have used your powers.

You were just so scared to use them. A part of you think the only reason you’re even still here right now is because they didn't know you have powers. Gar does. He made it obvious and maybe that's why they left you for dead but not him. And you think you should have tried because trying is better than nothing. You could have made a barrier around you and Gar, around the counter of some sort, maybe. You could have done something to try and protect all of you. And the more you think about it, the more the anxiety creeps in like the reaper waiting for you to finally cave in. Because, you think they would have taken you, too if you used your powers and you would have been held captive three fucking times. You don't think you would survive a round three. And you should have been able to save Gar, regardless.

The guilt is suffocating.

Donna comes up the elevator two hours later. You’re sitting in the living room, an ice pack to your leg while your phone is glued to your hand. Your eyes are trained on the text thread with Jason, several of your messages fill the screen from the last few hours. You chew the inside of your cheek and flip to Dick’s text thread, it looks similar to Jason’s.

“Y/n?” Donna calls with hesitance.

“Here.” You call, your voice flat.

Donna walks over, looking around the tower and seeing glass, blood, and knives covering the floor. “Are you okay?” Donna gets a look at the bruise across the right side of your face as you look up at her.

“Yeah.” You nod, keeping it short. “We have to save Gar. And Conner and Krypto. I’m fine.”

“What even happened?” Donna looks to the windows, every single one of them shattered.

“They came in through the windows first, started attacking. I don’t know. We had the alert for the roof but they came in before we could do anything.” You shrug, grabbing the ice pack as you stand up.

“And they took them but not you?”

You shrug once more and you get a distant look in your eyes. “Guess so, I, uh, I didn’t use my powers. Maybe that’s why. It’s CADMUS, we saw them earlier when we were out.”

“You saw CADMUS and you and Gar didn’t call anyone?” Donna almost yells.

You narrow your eyes. The last thing you want right now is to be told you fucked up. You’re very well aware of that right now. “Does it fucking matter? They were here within ten minutes of getting back and none of you answer your fucking phones anyway.” You let out a scoff and you hang your head for a second. “We tried.” You look back at Donna and Donna lets out a sigh.

“Okay,” Donna runs a hand through her hair before putting a hand on her hip. “You’re positive it was CADMUS?”

“That’s what the truck said and some woman came in. I don’t know what she was saying. They shot me with a tranquilizer so I was out of it. But, we have to save them. Who knows what fuckshit they’re doing to them.”

Donna pauses for a second and if it’s CADMUS, the two of you are gonna need some help. The others aren’t answering your calls and to be fair, the last time you all spoke, you were screaming at most of them. But, that’s not an excuse and Donna knows something is up. She hasn’t been able to reach Dick either.

“You’re gonna think of a plan, right?” You ask and there’s a hopefulness to your voice as you knit your brows together. As upset as you are with the Titans, Donna showed up and she looks worried. You have no choice but to rely on her.

“Yeah,” Donna nods. “I’ll start calling and trying to get some backup, we’ll need it.” You give Donna a soft nod while Donna pulls out her phone.

Before Donna can start making calls, she gets a phone call herself. You watch her carefully as Donna answers. Her brows knit together as she says Rachel’s name and you nearly roll your eyes. Not because it’s Rachel but because by the way Donna said her name, there’s something else happening. Everything is really crumbling around you right now.

“Rachel?”

“I think she’s in trouble?” Donna questions. “Have you heard from her?”

You blink at Donna. “Nope.” You pop the ‘p’. “Haven’t spoken to her since that day.”

“Right,” Donna sighs. “Well, we’ll need backup anyway so…we have to go help her.”

You let out a sigh, looking up and then back to Donna. “What about Gar? We know for sure he’s in trouble.”

“We can’t just walk into CADMUS by ourselves. We need help. Come on.” Donna turns on her heels, walking towards the elevator.

You let out a groan but limp quickly after Donna, catching up to her. You aren’t a big fan of the idea but Donna might have a point. If the four of you last night were no match for CADMUS, you and Donna won’t stand a chance even entering the front entrance. You hate it because Gar is in trouble right now and you going after Rachel means that’s more time CADMUS has with Gar. But, you’re given no choice in this matter and all you can do is follow Donna to the car and hope you’ll have some sort of plan to save Gar.

You and Donna start your drive to some place called Elko Diner and the ride is quiet. You keep your stare out of the window, thinking. You replay last night over and over, picking apart everything you could have done better. It’s not making you feel any better, you’re pretty sure it’s making you feel worse which at this point, a part of you thinks you deserve.

Donna glances over at you a few times, the silence between you feeling a little unsettling. In the short time you were at the tower together before everything went to shit, she heard you talk a lot. You were always talking to either Gar or Jason but you’ve been silent for an hour. Donna gets it, beating yourself up over everything that went wrong.

“You know it’s not your fault, right?” Donna finally asks.

You snap your attention to Donna. “Mhm, yeah, just…” You let out a scoff. “Wasn’t enough again.”

“You guys didn’t stand a chance against CADMUS. There was nothing else you could do. We’ll get the boys back.”

“Yeah.” Your word is short and quick. “Hope so.” You chew the inside of your cheek and you aren’t going to talk about the inner workings of your head with Donna. This is a three-hour drive to this diner. You can’t sit in complete silence the entire way so you’re going to try and talk this shit out. You’re going to have to trust Donna which means talking and letting some shit go.

“You were wrong, by the way. About Jason.” You change the subject, putting the spotlight on Donna.

“You’re still going on about that.” Donna lets out a sigh.

“Obviously.” You roll your eyes. “It was Rose. Gar and me found the footage and it was her. Like I said, not Jason. And I needed you to know that.”

“Rose? How did she even know any of that?”

“Her dad, apparently. She’s been working with him the whole time so all of us got played.” You look over to Donna who looks completely lost. “It’s a long story but yeah, that’s a thing. We don’t know how he knew anything though but…ya know.”

“Guess I owe the more annoying Robin an apology.”

“You all do.” You state, rolling your eyes.

“Hey, who else would have been?” Donna tries to defend herself.

“Doesn’t matter, he went to the roof and was gonna jump off but you’re all so self-absorbed that none of you cared to even offer an apology. Dick hurt your feelings so you got mad, fine but you all should have been nicer to Jason. His feelings and innocence were never any concern of yours.”

“We aren’t self-absorbed.” Donna lets out a scoff. “You don’t know us well enough to even have that opinion.”

“You made it obvious. If anyone would have done that shit, they wouldn’t have deserved to feel the way Jason did. It hurt your feelings what Rose did and that’s valid, but it never should have led Jason to the roof. Even now, you’re defending your distaste towards Jason when I’m telling you how he felt. Self-absorbed.” You look over at Donna with raised brows.

Donna clenches her jaw and maybe there is a point to be made with what you’re saying.

“Okay.” Donna says reluctantly. “We all could have handled it better. We owe him an apology.” Donna glances to you who still looks displeased. “He’s not….that…bad.”

You let out a laugh with Donna trying to get the words out in a single sentence. “He isn’t, he kind of reminds me of Dick sometimes. I think that’s why they butt heads so fucking much. But, yeah, you should apologize and kiss his ass.”

Donna scrunches her nose at the thought. “I am not kissing his ass.”

“It would be funny.”

“To who?”

“To me. I need a good laugh.” You let out a breath.

“I am sorry. You’re not Jason but…I’m sorry.” Donna glances to you for just a second.

“Thank you.”

You look in front of you and you let it go. Gar comes back into your thoughts and you worry all over again. You hate worrying so much. It’s exhausting and it clouds everything else in your mind. You can’t focus on worrying about him when you still have a two-hour drive ahead of you. You don’t have a plan. You have nothing right now. So, you try your best to push the guilt down and the thoughts of Gar away and start asking Donna questions about missions and the rope. You figure that might actually be a good distraction and maybe one of the stories will spark some sort of idea to help you save the boys.

You and Donna finally get to the diner, exiting the vehicle. You both take a second to look at the outside. It's in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by farmland. You’re beginning to think this is the beginning to a bad Children Of The Corn movie. It's a bit unsettling and the diner looks rundown, old. But, Donna looks at you, jerking her head towards the diner before you both start walking and head inside. You're met with not only Rachel but Kory and Dawn as well. You look at everyone, already confused as to what the hell is going on here. How did they all know to meet up here?

"Is this real or am I going crazy?" Kory asks.

You look at Donna. "Am I still high?" You let out a huff, everyone snapping their attention to you.

"Tranquilizer, long story." Donna adds in.

There's a short pause before Dawn nods. "This is definitely real."

"Why are you following me?" Rachel's voice is snippy and annoyed as she looks at Donna. Now that's also weird. What the fuck is happening?

"Following—what? You called me and told me to come here." Donna states.

"No, I didn't." Rachel looks to you. "Why are you here?"

"Called Donna for help then you called Donna, I was there." You give Rachel a look of pure annoyance.

"My check engine light went out." Dawn states before looking at Kory. "Kory?"

"I'm just here for the donuts." Kory shakes her head.

Just then, the door opens again and everyone turns to see who could possibly be walking into this diner now. Your jaw about hits the floor as everyone else looks at the man who's dressed nicely.

"Bruce?" Donna asks.

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne." You let out a chuckle. "I'm definitely still high." Donna gives you a disapproving look.

"I'm so glad you all could make it." Bruce says.

All of you gather around, taking seats at different tables. You sit on one of the tabletops behind Kory, just looking past her to see Bruce. You all take turns filling Bruce in as to what's happened over the last few weeks. You all fill him in about Dick and Deathstroke, the events that lead to you and Jason being held captive as well as the detail to that. Bruce sits with one leg over the other, carefully listening to everything the five of you have to say.

"This is troubling news." Bruce says. "And no Conner or Gar?"

"No." Donna answers sadly.

"CADMUS has them." You state. "They attacked last night."

"What?" Kory gets a look of sadness as she looks at you.

"Hence the bruise." You gesture around it.

"I am aware of what's happened to all of you. And I...I'm sorry." Bruce states. "Lies can tears a family apart and hope been living in the aftermath of that. And it's a...lonely place to be. But this was a...this is...a family of choice. Breaking apart was a choice. In the light of this news, I'm asking you to make another one. To come together. Walking away from bad feelings is easy. It's much harder to take the blow, and come back for more, but that's what a family does. If you can unite, you can face any threat. But if darkness arrives while you're still cast apart, I truly believe that none of you will survive.." Bruce pauses as he stands up, the whole room growing eerie. " If you won't protect one another, who will?" Bruce asks with a nod before grabbing a biscuit and leaving the five of you to yourselves.

"That was fucking morbid." You mutter, understanding why Jason and Dick are so pessimistic right about now.

"Did he just leave?" Donna asks.

"Yup." Dawn answers.

"So, let's get this straight. Bruce Wayne somehow miraculously arranged for us all to meet in this diner in the middle of nowhere to mansplain us into putting the Titans back together?" Kory asks.

"Yup." Dawn answers as she gets up and puts her coat on. "I think that's exactly what just happened." Dawn lets out an exasperated sigh.

You’ve never met Bruce Wayne, you only know about him. He's always seemed a little weird to you but right now, that proves that thought. He just organized for all of you to get together, somehow. Gave you some weird ass speech and then leaves. He doesn't actually offer any help or anything. Just leaves.

Suddenly, there's a sound of static coming from the front of the diner. All of you get up and head to the front. You see an old TV, static on the screen before it switches to a news report.

"Today's top story. Two men escape Kane Jail, apparently aided by imprisoned Detroit police detective Dick Grayson. More details on this story and more on our next news update."

"That sure explains a lot." You let out a scoff. "He left us to get himself arrested."

"I'm sure he didn't do on purpose." Rachel snaps.

You roll your eyes in Rachel’s direction before looking to Donna.

"You got to be fucking kidding me." Donna states, her voice annoyed. She shakes her head and jerks it towards the door. "Let's go, Y/n."

"Finally." You let out a breath and follow Donna right on her heels out of the diner, the other women close behind.

"Donna, wait." Rachel calls.

"Troy, where are you going?" Kory asks.

"Back to San Francisco." Donna turns around to face them, you following suit.

"To save Gar and Conner." You quip.

"No, we need to save Dick." Rachel argues, stopping Donna before she can turn around and keep walking.

"Dick's on his own." Donna yanks her arm back.

"What is wrong with you?" Rachel asks.

"Me? Look, I know Dick Grayson, okay?" Donna starts. "He put himself up on that cross. Nailed himself to it. Now he's gonna have to take himself down, too."

"Donnas right. Whatever Dick's doing, he's doing to himself." Dawn agrees with Donna.

“He saved your life, Y/n!” Rachel turns it to you, knowing she won’t get anywhere with other women.

“Okay?” You shrug. “And Gar is like, important and didn’t get himself kidnapped on purpose so? You’re on your own here, buddy.”

“He saved us!” Rachel grows angrier with your response.

“Who the fuck cares!?” You snap. It doesn’t matter that Dick saved you. Gar needs your help.

“You should. You want to let him rot away in federal prison?” Rachel’s voice is offended this time.

“Yeah, kind of, Rachel.” You state with ease.

“How can you say that!?” Rachel yells. “He’s done so much for us!”

You roll your eyes. Yes, Dick has done a lot for all of you. But, so has Gar. Dick saved your life but Gar is your best friend. Gar is there for you and you’re there for him. Dick did this to himself. The choice is easy.

“Okay, guys—“ Kory tries to break it up.

“Dude, I, from the bottom of my heart, could not give less of a flying fuck right now.” You nearly breaks out into a fit of laughter. You’re so flabbergasted that Rachel is actually choosing Dick right now.

“How can you say that?” Rachel’s brows pull together as if she’s hurt by what you said.

“With ease, actually.” You quip, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly.

“We’re saving him, you don’t get a say,” Rachel crosses her arms over her chest and you’re done. This is ridiculous and you were already mad at her but this is the edge.

First of all, Rachel is not your keeper. Rachel doesn’t get to decide what you do or don’t do. And second, this isn’t her decision. Rachel doesn’t get to control what everyone else gets to do. Donna is with you on this one and you kind of want to see Rachel try to stop you.

You limp closer to her, getting in her face. “Fuck Dick Grayson and fuck you for being his fucking lap dog all the damn time. You know, I defended you a lot against Jason but I get it now.” You give Rachel a sinister laugh. “It doesn’t matter what Dick does because you’ll always be up his ass. He dropped us from a fucking skyscraper, he left me and Gar in charge of some random ass dude knowing people would be looking to hunt him down as if we had any business dealing with that alone. He got himself arrested on fucking purpose. Fuck Dick Grayson, got it?”

“Y/n, I think you need—“ Dawn starts, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You shrug her hand off. “Calm down? Fuck that. I’m sick of being calm about this shit. It’s always about fucking Dick.”

“As opposed to it being about you?” Rachel challenges.

Your eyes widen, shaking your head as if you can’t process what Rachel just said. What the fuck is she even talking about? “It’s not fucking about me, Rachel. This is about Gar!” Your voice echoes in the parking as you toss your arms out to the side. “CADMUS fucking took him! What part of that doesn’t seem urgent to you!? They hurt him and they took him and you’re so wrapped up about some guy that got himself arrested on purpose! That you left, may I remind you! None of it would have happened had he left Jericho alone but he didn’t. He started all of this shit. And now Gar is kidnapped and for all we know, they’ve killed him and your wounded puppy ass wants to help Dick!? They are probably torturing Gar right now because of his whole tiger thing. Over my cold dead body am I going to save Dick before I save Gar.” You huff in Rachel’s face.

This is insanity. It’s the last day at the tower all over again. Trying to get anything through Rachel’s head is worse than explaining rocket science to a brick wall. It is infuriating. You don’t get her at all. The whole time Rachel defends Gar and is on Gar’s side but when it fucking matters, it’s about Dick? You can feel your blood boiling and you’re already on edge. You’re not dealing with Rachel’s shit today.

Rachel stands her ground, unphased by you. “You’re saying I’m a wounded puppy?” Rachel crosses her arms, letting out a bitter laugh and you can feel yourself falling into the pits of rage. “You’re still mad about that stuff with Jason! That’s why you don’t want to save Dick. We’re going to get Dick and there’s nothing you do about it.”

“That’s it!” You bring your arm back, connecting your fist with Rachel's face as the other women jump in. Donna pulls you away while Kory checks on Rachel whose nose is bleeding. "Jason was fucking right about you!" You scream, fighting against Donna to let you go. "You're fucking nuts for actually siding with Dick right now!"

"You punched me!" Rachel screams, her nostrils flaring.

"Yeah, I fucking did! I punched you because I won't be telling Gar that you really wanna put him in last fucking place and I punched you for how you fucking treated Jason! You were the one that started that shit that led him to the roof! That punch is for my boys, so fuck you!"

“I didn’t choose Dick over Gar!” Rachel tries to take a step forward, Kory blocking her away from you. “You think because Jason helped you train behind Dick’s back that you take on anyone or anything.” Rachel snips. “You think you can do whatever you want, just like Jason! Look what happens when you do that!”

“First of all, it wasn’t behind Dick’s back. We were trying to be productive unlike you who took out your jealousy on Gar! Yeah, he told me what you said to him, asking if he growled at Dr. Light. I will defend those boys against the entire world. Dick has done a lot for us and while he pisses me the fuck off sometimes, I do like him and respect him but this was his choice.”

“Jason treats everyone like shit! Why can’t you see that!? He’s not even here! He left and you’re still defending him! Dick did what was best for us! How can you even stand her yelling at me!?” Rachel screams at you.

“You also left, Rachel! The irony is that somehow, amongst all of us standing here, I was the one that stayed! I chose to stay and everyone else bailed!” Sam screams past Donna, her throat growing raw. ”But I get why Jason left which is why, even when I wanna be mad, I can’t be. Because I get it. Gar and Jason are everything to me and I don’t know why that’s such a fucking problem for you. You're literally standing her talking shit about Jason when he's not even here and then choosing to get Dick out of prison instead of saving Gar's life! You're insane!"

“This is life or death! You should have used your powers! If I were there--”

“Here we fucking go. Round and round and round we go. Where we will stop on the Rachel has a fucking hero complex stop? Everyone deals with shit differently but the only way you can defend yourself is with your powers.” You glare at Rachel. “You have nothing besides your powers. Powers get you fucking killed and kidnapped, as has been proven in the last twenty-four hours. If you were there, you probably would have hurt Gar!”

“Fuck you!”

“Not even in your wildest dreams, Rachel!” You snark back.

“Gar deserves better than you! Okay, you wanna go find him and then what? You leave to hunt down Jason, right? You sound just like him, you train like him, you went through the same things. Both of you think no one likes you which is true! You guys put everyone in danger without ever thinking about anyone else! He left you! And for Deathstroke’s daughter!”

You let out a sinister laugh and it’s such a low blow. You don’t get how Gar is actually friends with her if this is how she treats people when she’s mad. And you hate to admit that comment actually hurt a little.

“We are friends, Rachel.” You grit your teeth and you’re done arguing about this shit. “I don’t know why the fuck you care so much about us. Is it guilt, maybe? That you aren’t going after Gar? Do you feel guilty so you’re trying to make me feel guilty enough to hunt down Jason instead of Gar so that way if Gar dies, you can again, point the finger at me?” You shake your head, disgusted with this whole argument. “Gar deserves better, you’re right and guess what. It’s why we’re friends. I chose Jason, despite him going with Rose but that’s none of your fucking business. We are friends, all of us. So, if you wanna keep throwing my feelings in my face, fucking fine. But I can live with my decisions, can you?” You let out a sigh as you stop fighting against Donna. “I’m done fucking arguing about this shit with you. It’s not fucking worth it. Do whatever the hell you want but I’m going to save Gar.” You turn away from her and start walking towards Donna’s car.

Rachel lets you walk away, letting the argument simmer in the air. It’s more than Dick being there for her and saving her. Gar has done that, too and she does care about him. Gar is her best friend, too. But, there’s more to it and she was hoping she wouldn’t have to come clean about it but it doesn’t look like she’ll get so lucky. 

“That was…” Donna start.

“Dramatic.” Kory mutters.

Rachel stands there with wide eyes and decides to come clean. “I’m having dreams again.”

You pause, turning around to face Rachel.

"I was at Dick's funeral. Deathstroke killed him. Look, I know that I sound crazy. I know that. But Dick needs my help. And I really need yours. Please." Rachel’s voice is pleading, almost breaking as she asks for help.

You put your hand on your hip because this is ridiculous. Rachel's demeanor might have changed and it's obvious she is honestly worried about Dick. You understand dreaming about someone and seeing them die. It is terrifying and Rachel's dreams sometimes mean something. But at the end of the day, Dick got all of you into this mess in the first place. That's still fact. Gar being in danger is still fact. You don't know about Dick, not for certain. And it seems Dawn and Donna are on the page.

"I'm sorry, Rachel." Donna says. "But Gar needs us more." Donna finishes before she walks back to the car and gets in, you follow right behind and get into the passenger seat. "Do you feel better?" Donna looks to you, sarcasm in her words and clearly annoyed by the whole argument.

"So, much, I didn't realize how much I had been holding in. I feel so much better now. Gar is right, talking about things helps."

"I don't think what you did there was talking but sure." Donna shakes her head and sees Dawn coming to the car. "Alright, backseat." Donna looks to you and you don’t protest. You do as told and climb into the backseat while Dawn opens the passenger door.

You buckle your seatbelt while Donna puts the car in drive and takes off. You lean forward between the women.

"Well, I would like to apologize for my ranting and airing out some of my dirty laundry, that was weird of me. Uh, yeah, so sorry for that." You nod at the two of them, offering an awkward, closed-mouth smile.

Donna can't help but let out a soft laugh and Dawn gains a smile.

"Just don't punch Rachel again, okay?" Donna asks.

"I will try very hard not to." You let out a sigh. "So, uh, what's the plan?"

"We're going back to San Francisco. And we're gonna get Gar back. We can look at the footage and run facial recognition. One of them has to be able to give us information." Donna explains.

"Sick." You nod, you’re just relieved you're actually going to be doing something to save Gar now.

You lean back in your seat, the adrenaline dump from your argument with Rachel starts to hit and the tranquilizer has some lasting effects. The exhaustion starts to hit you, slowly and then all at once. But you feel safe in the car with Donna and Dawn. It's getting late now so you decide to just rest your eyes, just until you get back to the city.

When you wake up, you're back at the tower. You don't have anywhere else to stay so the three of you make your way through the elevator. You didn't clean anything up before you left so there's still blood and glass across the floor. You were feeling a lot better after yelling at Rachel and having Donna and Dawn on your side. But that feeling fades as you look around the tower. It feels emptier now than it did that day everyone left. You don't like it. But you excuse yourself to your room and try to get some rest until the morning.

Sleep did not come easy. And when it did come, it was broken up between different nightmares. There was a nightmare about you being dropped from the skyscraper, one version Dick dropped you and in another Jason dropped you. Another nightmare was Gar being killed by CADMUS in front of you. Another was Jason killed by Deathstroke and the last one that finally convinced you to not sleep anymore, was both boys being killed. By Deathstroke. That was enough for you.

It worked out timing-wise because Dawn and Donna were both awake, and the tower had been cleaned up. That's when Donna fills you in on the plan. Donna found a guy with facial recognition and they're gonna go to him. You’re told to stay in the car because he might recognize you and they're guessing CADMUS only left you because they thought you were dead or would be. You aren't a big fan of the idea but you also get it. If he recognizes you, he'll know what's up and it could end worse for all of you and Gar so you go along with the plan. You grab a quick breakfast before the three of you make your way to the man's house.

Once at the man's house, Dawn turns around in her seat, looking at you. "Okay, what's the plan, Y/n?" Her voice isn't exactly asking but more looking for verification that you aren't going rogue.

"I promise I will not leave the car." You promise them. 

"Good, now stay here." Donna has a stern voice as the two older women get out of the car.

You let out a sigh and slide back in your seat, unbuckling your seatbelt. You take out your phone and go to your messages with Jason. You still haven't heard from him. So, you try again. You have nothing else to do while you wait for the women to do their thing and you’re actually getting really worried. There has to be something going on. Even if Jason is just trying to enjoy his new relationship with Rose, he would call or text given the entire CADMUS situation.

The line trills and you chew on the inside of your cheek. You think he won't answer. He hasn't in a few days anyway but you wait patiently, almost holding your breath. And then he picks up.

"What!?" Jason yells.

"Uh.....hello to you, too?" You question.

"What the fuck do you want?"

Ouch. You pause and it hurts with him yelling at you. You didn't do anything. Does he suddenly not care about Gar? About you? What is with everyone?

"Dude, what's going on?" You ask hiding the hurt in your voice.

"Nothing, what?" Jason huffs.

"You sound upset? What's going on, Jay?"

"Why the fuck did you call?"

This is not a good time. Jason is on his way to leave, to go somewhere else that's not here. Things, in his opinion, were going pretty well with Rose. He was making a solid effort and letting her in. They were doing some drug busts and it was fun. It allowed him to escape from the tower and all of that bullshit the other Titans put him through. But, he's just had a blow-up with Rose because as it turns out, she's been lying to him the whole time. He let another fucking person in and all she did was lie and use him. This is not a good fucking time for him.

"I've been trying to reach you for like three days." You drop asking him what's wrong, he's clearly not going to tell you.

"Bullshit, I haven't gotten a fucking call from you at all."

"I literally called you yesterday, hold on." You take the phone from your head and screenshot your call log, sending the screenshot to Jason and then taking a screenshot of the texts, sending them to him. "I just sent screenshots."

Jason takes the phone from his head and looks at the messages. There he can see that you have not only called him about a hundred times but you’ve also texted him at least, an entire page full of messages. He reads them over, seeing none of them in his actual message thread with you. A lot of them are question marks or begging him to call you back.

"What the fuck?" Jason yells into the phone.

"I told you." You state. "What? You didn't get any of them?" You furrow your brows and you knew something weird was going on. Jason wouldn't abandon you and Gar.

"Fucking Rose probably deleting them." Jason lets out a scoff ad he's not even sure if he's more mad at himself for trusting Rose or at Rose for lying to him.

"Ah," You nod your head. "She had your phone?"

"I wasn't with it the whole fucking time. She wanted us to spend time alone, without our fucking phones. Know why now, huh?" Jason's voice breaks and he's just so fucking mad. This is why he doesn't trust anyone, it's why he doesn't show anyone those parts of him. They use him and exploit him. They take and take and take but never give. It fucking hurts. And you’re unusually silent on the other end. "What?" Jason sounds completely exasperated.

You hesitate, almost debating on telling him but that wouldn't be fair. "Did you get our texts about her? Mine and Gar's?"

"Nope."

"Shit, I'm sorry, Jay. She working—"

"With her fucking dad? Yeah, she just fucking told me. She was using me and lying to me this whole fucking time!" Jason sniffles and you swear a part of your heart just broke for him. Why would anyone do that to him? He doesn't deserve it. That explains why he's so mad.

"I'm really sorry, Jay," Your voice is quiet. "We didn't know she had your phone." You pull the phone away and switch it to FaceTime. You figure maybe if you see each other face to face, it'll help calm him down. You can give him a smirk and a grin, he'll play along. Maybe it'll help. It would help you.

Jason goes along with it, seeing you in a car, a nasty bruise decorates your right cheekbone, the bottom of your eye socket a lighter shaded bruise. His heart plummets with the sight of you. He feels more anger start to flood his blood. He's going to find whoever hurt you. What the fuck did he miss?

"Not your fault." Jason lets out a huff and immediately drops it. He doesn't want to talk about it anyway. "What the fuck happened to you?" The worry creeps into his voice as he asks.

You see Jason's nostrils flare and a part of you definitely forgot the bruise. You shake your head. "Uh...right, um," Your brows furrow as you look down and Jason knows you do that whenever you don't want to tell him something. He's picked up on it. "CADMUS came and broke into tower. They took Gar, Conner and Krypto." You look back to the camera, letting out a breath.

Jason shakes his head, closing his eyes for a second and for just a fraction of a second, he feels relief because they didn't take you. He can’t imagine you getting taken three fucking times. That’s insane but you’re hurt anyway and now they have his best friend.

"What the fuck does that mean? They took them?"

"Uh-huh." You nods. "I was spamming the fuck out of you. They broke in, guns. Um...one of em, uh, ya know. I lost." You let out a scoff as the guilt floods your system again. "Donna and Dawn are trying to get answers from a guy now."

"What the fuck." Jason lets out a quiet sigh.

Rose had the idea yesterday to shut their phones for the day, and not be bothered by any outside bullshit. Jason went along with it, he kind of thought you and Gar weren't talking to him, he hadn't heard from you. Maybe you were having fun alone or something. But, apparently, it was all Rose and he feels so stupid for all of it. For not seeing through it.

"Are you okay?" Jason’s eyes scan across her face and he wishes he were there. 

"Dunno." You chew the inside of your cheek, your brows knitted together. "I tried so fucking hard but it wasn't fucking good enough, ya know? They just kept fucking coming, Jay. There were too many and I ran out of kitchen knives. They shot me with a tranquilizer and left me for dead. But, they...but they took Gar. He shifted into a tiger and maybe that's why. I didn't use my powers. I wasn't useful, maybe. I don't know but it fucking sucks. I couldn't--" You cut yourself off, feeling the lump grow in your throat. "I couldn't save him. It wasn't fucking enough and I wasn't fucking good enough." Your voice breaks.

Jason wants to personally hunt down every man from CADMUS that attacked the tower. For taking Gar and for hurting you and making you feel this way. That’s his best friend they took and it’s bullshit. And you fight like hell, he knows for a fact you tried your absolute hardest but it’s CADMUS. He doesn’t need to have been there to know whatever you did was enough.

"Hey," Jason calls. "Don't do that shit, alright? It's not your fault. I wasn't there but I know you fought like hell because you did for me. That's fucking enough." Jason pauses and you nods softly. "I'm fucking serious. You grabbed the kitchen knives?" Jason chuckles. "Smart, guessing you fought until the tranquilizer kicked in?"

"Still tried after." You let out a soft laugh. "My arms and legs just wouldn't move."

Jason lets out a soft laugh. "Exactly so it's not your fault." Jason’s face softens slightly and it does make her feel better.

Seeing Jason face-to-face is helping in general. His hair is messier than usual and his eyes are red, but there’s something comfortable about seeing him that you haven’t felt since he left. He knows exactly what to say and he laughs about the kitchen knives. No one else would but it makes you feel better. Not fully, but enough. And you do really miss him.

"Thanks." Your smile falls and you clear your throat. "You okay?"

Jason shrugs and starts pacing. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"It's okay if you're not. She fucking sucks for lying to you."

"Yeah, no shit." Jason offers a half-scoff half-laugh.

"I'll beat her up if you want." You offer Jason a smirk to try and cheer him up.

It seems to work because Jason gives you a laugh and a smile. "Yeah? Think you stand a chance of all sudden?"

"I punched Rachel, I could take Rose, now."

"You punched Rachel?" Jason lets out a booming laugh and he can't believe it. He would have loved to have seen it. "Why?"

You shrug. "She made me mad and I was exhausted. I just couldn't fucking do it anymore." Your eyes widen, as if to be mocking the situation.

Jason has a grin and he does feel a little better. "She attack you?"

"No," You shake your head. "She just yelled at me. Kory and Dawn held her back while Donna held me back. It was all very dramatic, you would have loved it." You give him a teasing smirk. "But, hey, we need you, Jay. Gar needs you. We can't do this alone." 

Jason's smile falls and it still hurts, the way the Titans attacked him for shit he didn't do. It's still an open wound and he's not sure it'll ever heal. They don't want him and he's tired of being in places he's not wanted.

"Look, they don't want me."

"Donna texted you last night." You state.

"Fucking seriously." Jason groans and he's so mad at himself for not seeing through Rose, for not knowing it was weird not to have heard from you and Gar, for not being the one to text either of you. Phones work two ways. Jason just thought you were kind of done talking to him, living it up as a couple or whatever. You weren't interested in him anymore since you and Gar had each other. He should have sent at least one more text when he didn't get a reply from either of you.

"Uh-huh. She said she would try and I guess Rose deleted that, too."

"What the fuck, man?"

"So, uh, you gonna come?" You ask hesitantly and Jason sees the worry across your face.

"Gar's my best friend but I don't—"

"Jay, he needs you, please." You plead with him and you pause for just a second. "I need you." Your voice goes quiet and you do. This whole thing would have been a little easier if he were around, even just to talk to.

Jason lets out a sigh. He can't say no to you even if he feels unwanted around the other Titans. You look desperate and you’re always there for him. You’re the one person who doesn't give up on him and he knows he can't let you do it alone.

"Alright, fine." Jason nods his head. "I'll help get Gar back and then I'm gone."

"Deal." You smile sadly at him. You know it'll be temporary but at least he'll come back to help. You all definitely need him.

Jason shakes his head. "Hey, seriously, you gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, uh....just...traumatized." You let out s scoff. "Shocker, huh?"

"Hey, look, fuck those assholes, we'll show them who they're fucking with."

"Thanks, Jay," You offer him a soft smile. "I don't know. Feel a whole lot better once we sort it out."

"I'll find a way, I swear. Text me where you need me and I'll be there. I'm not fucking staying but I won't let you do this alone."

"I knew I could count on you."

"Always, babe." Jason gives you his cheeky grin.

You almost hate to admit it, but you kind of miss him calling you that, too. You have to laugh, looking away from the camera.

“Shithead.” You mutter and Jason chuckles on the other end. He misses hearing you call him that. With anyone else, he’d be annoyed but not with you. "I'm still sorry about Rose." You look back to the camera, smile erased with a look of empathy.

"Eh, you were right." Jason shrugs a shoulder.

It hurts. Jason hasn't been in many relationships. With living on the streets and his home situation, it was never something he ever had time or energy for. He's had heartbreak, sure, but this one is different. He was in a stable enough place for something and it ended like this. Broken trust and more betrayal. It just really hurts a lot more than Jason really wants to admit to anyone. It feels a little embarrassing even.

"I wish I wasn’t though. That's not fair to you and you deserve someone who's not gonna treat you like shit and lie to you. You deserve better always."

He’ll never understand why you are the way you are with him. But, he’s thankful for you.

"Thanks."

You look to the window, seeing the women coming back. "Hey, they're coming back, I'll text you and call you okay? Just, uh, see if you can pull a string with Bruce and get on a flight."

"Who says I'm in Gotham?" Jason looks around him and he doesn't know how you know that but he can't say he's surprised. Of course, you would know where he went.

"It's home." You chortle. "Where else would you go?"

"Yeah, alright, fuck you."

"Mmm," You hum and decide you'll leave him with your game of chicken. "Maybe I'll get you lucky one day." You smirk at him and Jason shakes his head, eyes closing for a second before the looks back to the screen. The comment throws him off because shouldn’t you be...with Gar? You let out a laugh and seeing him confused and flustered never gets old. "Alright, get a fucking flight, Jason."

"Alright, don't do anything stupid until I get there." Jason nods at you, his cheeks a tint of pink.

"Course not, I only do stupid shit when I'm with you." You give him a wide smile. "See you in a bit, Jay." You hang up just as the women enter the car.

"Okay, we need backup." Donna starts. "No Rachel, no Kory. Nothing from Jason or Rose either."

"Jason's coming." You scoot closer to the women, the both looking back at you. "It's a long story, he wasn't getting our messages. I just got through though, he said he'll come to help Gar. I just gotta text him what we know."

"Okay, good, this is good." Donna says.

"Nice work." Dawn gives Sam a kind smile.

"I am very annoyingly persistent." You scrunch your nose.

"Let's get a plan together then." Donna smiles at the two of you before putting the car in drive and driving off.

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Hope you don't mind but can ya write Arkham-verse Scarecrow & Riddler with S/O who was a former Arkham Security Guard before they fell for them and later joined them?

after this is posted i'm rewarding (actually punishing) myself by playing iron banner

Arkhamverse! Riddler & Scarecrow x reader

Warnings / Notes: uhhhhhhhhh captivity is briefly mentioned lol and riddler is a lil bitch

SCARECROW

- Before the croc incident, Many guards avoided dealing with Jonathan more than was necessary. He knows how to get under people’s skin, he doesn’t need his toxin to scare people. People that had dealt with him in the past knew this. The Toxin just made his job easier, more effective.

- So guards took turns dealing with him so that no one had to be with him too much. Especially after he managed to poison his doctor with fear toxin he disguised as cologne.

- But you found him intirguing. Fear is a strong motivator. You knew this, working as a guard – A lot of them would try to scare patients into obedience, which worked. It obviously didn’t work on Jonathan, which frustrated some of the guards. Your approach with him was more polite, if anything.

- But it was just that all hell broke loose on arkham island when you were sick at home. You wouldn’t have even known about it if it wasn’t for the news being all about it. Of course word came from your coworkers that Crane was nowhere to be found, but a bag of his toxin and mask was laying in the sewers, where croc was. You assumed the worst.

- As far as everyone was concerned, The scarecrow – Jonathan Crane was dead. Until he showed up, his face replaced by burlap and thread.

Hiding behind barrels of what you presumed were fear toxin, you held your breath. Your colleagues always said your curiosity would be the death of you. It surely started to seem that way as you listened to Jonathan Crane’s gravelly voice as he talked to someone – a soldier? He didn’t seem the type to work with soldiers. But then again, it’s been quite a long time since he ‘died’.

“May I help you?”

In your panic, you hadn’t heard the soldier leave and footsteps approach you. Looking up, you were met with blank, milky eyes and the sight of four needles attached to a gauntlet. You’d admire the craftsmanship if it weren’t for the fact that they were dangerously close to your face.

- Were you drugged? Probably. You don’t really remember.

- what started out as captivity turned into you helping around in Gotham before his announcement of, well, feargassing Gotham.

- When did feelings join the equation? A bit before halloween. Did you make them known? Not exactly. Jonathan didn’t seem like the person to bother with feelings that weren’t fear or terror. But you swore you could catch him quietly chuckle at some of your quips or comments.

RIDDLER

- You were probably one of the only people that actually bothered with his riddles – whether you got it wrong or right, you would try to answer them. ‘Maybe it’ll keep him off my skin’ you thought. It did not.

- If anything, it made him bother you even more. If you got them wrong, he’d obviously insult you, but if you got them right…? He would compliment you as if you were a stupid child. Very demeaning.

“Mr. Nygma, I’ve brought you your food.” You said nonchalantly, setting the tray on a table. Nygma quite often refused to eat in the cafeteria – said something about being surrounded by complete morons and how he could feel his braincells dying the more he had to spend time in there. So, As you seemed to be the only guard that didn't care about his insults on your intelligence, you volunteered to be the one to bring him his food. Arkham wasn’t exactly known for bending to the patient’s wills, but as much as Edward wouldn’t attack you, no one wanted to listen to his insults.

“I have billions of eyes, Yet I live in darkness. I have millions of ears, yet only four lobes. I have no muscle, yet I rule two hemispheres. What am I?” Edward’s voice echoed.

“Ah, the… the human brain? Right?” You guessed, facing to look at edward. He simply gave a quiet “hmph.” And resumed reading his book. Turning around, you left.

-time skip to when either he escapes or you helped him escape. Why did you help him? Not even you knew how or why, but you fell for him. Hard.

- Trying to see if he felt anything towards you was hard. Especially since he would avoid answering some of your questions and being… well, himself, with his riddles and big words.

- When you began actively helping him with placing his trophies around Arkham city, bringing him whatever tools he needed, he seemed to start… relaxing in your prescense? Atleast he wasn’t as irritated in your prescense as he was before. A good sign, hopefully.

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