The Psychopath Sitting Next to You

Edward Nashton x reader

warnings: death/murder, violence, you know. all those crimes edward committed 😫

a/n: and the title IS a tøp reference. i also went a little bit overboard and detailed the aftermath…ah hah hah

prompt: @kpopgirlbtssvt: “Oooo hi! Can I please request a Dano!Edward/Riddler x reader (romantic) oneshot where they are dating and living together? Y/n is more on the innocent and naive side, so Y/n is completely oblivious to anything Ed is doing, just seeing him as the sweet/adorable man that Y/n fell in love with (he is in love with her too). Y/n is super afraid of the Riddler, not knowing it’s Ed. And Ed, being the best boyfriend he can be, comforts Y/n; promising he’ll protect them no matter what (again, knowing that he himself is the Riddler). I can just see the smile on his face as Y/n melts into his arms and loves knowing Y/n feels completely safe with him.”

You met Edward Nashton just a few years ago, a gentle soul he was. Reserved, quiet, kind, thoughtful, the perfect man for you. And when he finally opened up to you, that just made your relationship with him all the better.

You shuffled through your mail in front of your mailbox: bill, bill, junk mail, coupons…unstamped letter? It was hand delivered, but by who? You peeled the envelope open and found a handwritten message, It is priceless, but it comes to you for free. You stood there a minute, a bit uncomfortable by the mystique behind the situation, but the answer came to you quite soon. Love.

You went upstairs to your apartment and opened the door only to find another letter on the floor. Same handwriting. It is mine, but you can only keep it. You sighed and threw your mail on the counter, bringing the letters to the couch as you analyzed them. You couldn’t exactly figure out who would have sent these—well, delivered these to you. For now, you’d carry on about your business.

And the next morning you went to work, almost forgetting those riddles on the coffee table. By the time you got to the diner, one of your regulars was already seated and waiting for you. “Hi there, Edward, I see you already got your coffee.” You greeted him kindly while walking behind the counter. “Need anything else?” You asked him and he shook his head.

“I’m all set, thank you.” He smiled and pulled a pen from his pocket, scribbling something on his napkin. He then left a $10 bill on the counter and exited without another word. You chuckled at his nervous demeanor and cleaned up his spot.

“Annette, he left you a tip!” You called to one of the waitresses and spotted the napkin. Same handwriting as the letters you received last night. I start with T and end with a T; without me, your love won’t last. “What the..?”

The nights were always sleepless and long in the winters, lack of insulation caused a chorus of shivers across the rows of beds. Faint cries could be heard through the walls and you knew they’d never end, no one cared enough to do anything. “Ed. Eddie.” You whispered to the kid in the bunk above you and watched his head peak over the edge. “Come with me?” You wrapped your blanket tightly around your shoulders and crawled out of bed, cringing as your bare feet hit the freezing cold floor. Eddie climbed down and followed you to the hallway.

“They’ll know we left our bunks.” Eddie said while tiptoeing over the creaky wooden floor and bared his teeth when you opened the nursery door, worried you’d alert someone of your presence.

“You’re welcome to turn back, but I’m going in.” You told him and snuck into the room where the babies had been neglected by your caretakers, you couldn’t take the crying anymore. It haunted your dreams. Nor could you bare another incident. He sighed and followed you inside, carefully shutting the door and turning to see you cradling a baby in your arms, sharing the heat of your blanket and body with the defenseless creature and lulling it to sleep with a gentle hum. “See? It’s easy. Soon they’ll stop crying and it’ll be one less thing to worry about.” Ed cautiously approached a crib and lifted another baby to console, feeling a sense of pride being able to do something here. In here, each child felt powerless, unable to help anyone or themselves.

But not anymore.

No one was home when you dropped the pumpkin pie off, you left it covered at the door with a note so your neighbor knew who it was from. Hope you enjoy the pie. -Y/N (3B). You went on your way left it at that.

When you came home later on that night, you found an envelope on your floor on the inside of your apartment. To Y/N, the back read. It was a bit sloppy, but you smiled and pulled the novelty “thank you” card out, signed by Edward himself. It was strange, this handwriting looked familiar. You set the card up on your dining room table and went about the rest of your night, glad that your pie was safely received by your lovely, quiet neighbor.

You sat criss-cross on the floor in front of the coffee table sipping a novelty mug of hot chocolate Eddie had just made. “This one goes there.” You pushed a puzzle piece across the table and slipped it into place while Eddie smiled.

“Perceptive. And this one goes right beside it.” He said, placing the piece down. He sat on the couch across from you and smiled. “Do you need a refill yet?” He held up his mug and you nodded, handing yours over. “I’ll be right back.”

“Thank you, Ed.” You gazed over the giant puzzle, trying to unscramble the image.

“Marshmallows?” He called from the kitchen. “Oh, who am I kidding? Of course you’d like marshmallows.” You giggled at his commentary and found another matching piece, then turned to see Eddie shuffling your way with a huge smile. “Here we are!” He announced, setting the cups down. Then he decided to take a seat beside you on the floor, wrapping his arm around your upper back. “Any progress?”

“Just a little, care to help?”

You sat down in front of the bulletproof glass and the shudders slowly rose, revealing the inmate opposite to you, the one who made an attempt on your life. You’d still had a few bandages and visible scrapes since your hospital visit, you’re lucky that’s all you came out with. “Y/N Wayne. What a pleasure.” Edward smiled. “Those look like they hurt.” You were not amused, not after all you’d been through. Then he gave you his little spiel about what it truly meant to be an orphan. How you and Bruce could simply not be orphans due to the environment you were raised in. How he was forgotten and your father’s empty promise made him who he is today.

“I thought you were supposed to be a genius, Mr. Nashton.” You leaned onto the ledge in front of you. “Your living arrangements sound unfortunate, but an orphan is, in fact, a person without parents. I’m sorry this city failed you, but I was only five when my parents were gunned down in front of me. I had no power over your situation.” You tried to reason, tried to make your way of his hit list. Freaks like this, they do not forgive or forget. Obviously.

“No, of course you didn’t. But your father, I can’t make him pay for his sins. That’s why you were my target. A shame we’re having this conversation.” He replied, shaking his head as you grew increasingly more agitated.

“I think he’s already paid by your definition. He never got the chance to fulfill his promises. Wouldn’t you rather go after his killer?” You felt your phone ring in your pocket and knew exactly who it was, Bruce didn’t want you here to begin with.

“Oh, how naïve. All will come in due time, y/n. You’ll see.”

Preferences: Dating an innocent reader

male!Gotham Rogues x reader

warnings: violence mentions (not against reader),

a/n:

prompt: @captainshazamerica: “Hey girl! Hope you are doing well! Can I request a Gotham Preferences (Ed, Jerome, Oswald) for how they would deal with liking/dating a shy, sweet and innocent reader? If not no worries! Thanks so much!”

Ed found your innocence endearing, but it also reminded him of who he used to be. He could use that to his advantage. There was some slight attachment as time went on, but that attachment grew and he realized he’d do anything for you. “Don’t talk to them that way!” He whipped the handle of his gun against the face of his hostage while you stood idly by. “Are you okay, my darling?”

Jerome likes to push you out of your comfort zone. It’s no surprise. “Come on, babe, I need someone to introduce my act!” He begs and pleads, getting on his knees and grabbing your hands. “You can leave before all the icky stuff starts, okay? I promise, promise, promise!” And he usually pulls through.

Oswald would literally kill for you. You usually sat by his side during meetings while he shamelessly held you close, you were nervous being around gangsters who could turn on him at any second. Some even dared to taunt you. “Speak up,” they’d prod, “what’s that? Someone never learned how?” You’d grip tighter to Oswald as he began to fume and bolt up from his chair. “The next person to speak disrespectfully to my partner will have their body dumped into Gotham Harbor, do I make myself clear?”

“I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty.” You read aloud to better understand the riddle left for you. A clue for your next riddle, both juvenile and exciting! “Easy, Eddie.” You walked across the cluttered room of knickknacks and pulled out what seemed to be human remains, a skull. There you found another clue taped to the back.

“I am alive without breath and cold as death. I am never thirsty but always drinking.” He must’ve thought you were dense since he only gave you these simple-minded hints. You found a fish tank nearby and plucked your next clue from the glass.

“What is easy to get into, but hard to get out of?” You stood there rereading the question a number of times before you noticed the click of a revolver and your brother stepping near.

“Think hard, little one,” he warned with his finger pressed against the trigger, “you’re all too familiar with the answer.” You took another moment to think and let out a long groan.

“What is ‘trouble.’” You answered and heard a happy giggle from Eddie as he clapped his leather gloves together.

“Good! Very good!” You thought it may be the end of your course, but something just wasn’t sitting right with you. “Now you should utilize your quick thinking to get out of trouble!” The barrel of the gun was pointed directly at your head, he couldn’t be serious. “Tick tock...”

Monster

Edward Nygma x reader

warnings: blood

a/n: thank you love!!!!!

prompt: @captainshazamerica: “Hey Lacey!!! Here for the song prompt challenge! Can I please get a Ed Nygma x reader with the song Monster by Imagine Dragons please?? Thank you so much! 💖 hope you are doing well and you had a good birthday the other day!”//Monster - Imagine Dragons

You had to quit your job at the GCPD. If there was one more bomb threat, gas incident, escapee, or even a gun pointed to your face, you’d effectively lose your marbles. It was a shame, though. There were a few faces you’d miss around there.

And one of them seemed to pop up where you least expected it, your own home.

Oddball

Edward Nygma x reader

warnings:

a/n: 😘💕✨

prompt: @captainshazamerica: “Hi there! Hope you are doing well! Can I please request for the 5 words event a gotham Ed Nygma x reader with the words "comfort, childhood, trust, memory, cat" Thanks so much!💖”

“Oh, I remember you!” The green-suited man came to a halt once he caught a glimpse of your face, his expression turning from determination to excitement just like that.

“H-Hi, Eddie.” Your back was pressed against the wall during this little hostage situation you’d gotten yourself mixed up in, courtesy of the Riddler himself. He was a childhood friend...Oh, how the times have changed.

“Y/N! You know, I usually prefer Riddler, but I think I’ll give you a pass.” He poked your shoulder with a single gloved finger. “How’ve you been?”

“Well, um,” you mumbled, noticing the other hostages all staring at you, it was a little weird, to be honest, “I’ve been better.” You glanced around the room and chuckled. Eddie gave you a wide smile and put a hand on his hip.

“Don’t you worry, y/n. As of right now, I’m guaranteeing your safety. You’ve always been a peach.” He assured, patting you on the head. “This’ll only be a few more minutes if my plan goes right...and it will.” You actually found comfort in his words. Anything can happen in Gotham, I guess. As you waited for your freedom, you pondered an old memory of you and Eddie as kids. He was never treated nicely, that was for sure. You were one of the only people who genuinely listened to him, that’s why you became friends.

“Question: what is the difference between a cat and a comma?” The young boy seated in fromt of you suddenly spun around to ask.

“Oh! Um, I’m not sure?” You thought about it for a moment and said: “One is an animal and the other isn’t?”

“A cat has claws at the end of it’s paws but a comma has a pause at the end of its clause.” The boy effortlessly told you, making you smile. That was quite possibly the first time someone listened to his riddle without rolling their eyes, it filled him with joy.

“Wow, that sure was a mouthful, huh?” You giggled. “What’s your name again?”

“Edward Nygma,” he proudly told you, “And you’re y/n...”

Now, you realized you had a bit of trust left over from back in the day. Hopefully it was well-placed. Your life may depend on it. Eddie stood aside, staring at his watch while counting down from five on his fingers, there was a startling explosion nearby and you watched him joyfully celebrate.

“Right on time, just like clockwork!” The Riddler approached you and took you by the arm. “Now, y/n, we should get going. Best not to be here for this next part.”