𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑫𝑳𝑬 𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺.

ʸᵒᵘㅤʷᵃᶰᵗㅤᵗᵒㅤᵇᵉㅤᵃㅤ𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱ㅤ𝗯𝗼𝘆 ,ㅤ ᵇᵘᵗㅤʸᵒᵘㅤ𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩ㅤ𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙ㅤ𝙩𝙝𝙚ㅤ𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 .

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ㅤ—ㅤI AM THE 𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗚𝗢𝗗 , SO 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 𝗠𝗘 & 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗣.

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ㅤ#𝙀𝙉𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙍𝙔𝙎. an independent 𝗘𝗗𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗠𝗔 / 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗗𝗟𝗘𝗥 of dc comics , by 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗘. private & highly selective. this blog will feature my own take on the character , with inspiration from media such as batman: the animated series , the arkham + telltale games , the batman (2022) , se7en , saw & other horror franchises. low stress , low maintenance.

ㅤthis blog will contain mature themes , such as violence , kidnapping , murder , child abuse , drug & alcohol use , unethical experimentation & torture. also , please note that i write edward as transmasc. don't be fucking weird about this.

𝗔𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛: @batsie , @creepies

ㅤᴼᴺᴱˑ 𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗣 𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗘𝗦. ᵀᵂᴼˑ 𝗠𝗨𝗟𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗘. ᵀᴴᴿᴱᴱˑ 𝗧𝗕𝗔.

[palioom]

Daniel Brühl as Alex Garel | Eva (2011)

[enquerys]

[ BRUCE WAYNE ] : ' you keep on talking with nothing to say. ' / @loneheir

ㅤnothing to say? NOTHING TO SAY? poor, sweet batman, always one infuriating step behind. every word that comes from edward's mouth is carefully planned, each meticulously constructed sentence carrying some important weight, some clue to one of the many diabolical traps he'd set up around the city. as for which trap he was referring to — well, it's batman's job to figure that out. for him to outright tell would be cheating, and where's the fun in that?

ㅤhe glances away from the two - way video comm he's established between them long enough to let out an exaggerated yawn, hand held lazily before his widening mouth. a rueful shake of his head is then given in the bat's direction, the corners of his mouth curling into a trademark smirk. ❛  oh, i can assure you that's not the case,  ❜ he murmurs playfully, lips parting to bare a self - assured grin. ❛  but i can see why you'd think so. see, your mind simply isn't wired the way mine is, i'm afraid. subtle nuances are just... lost on you.  ❜

ㅤa sigh, lean shoulders deflating. ❛  i could be persuaded to give you an actual hint, of course. that is, if you're willing to ask nicely.  ❜ the camera pans rather jerkily to show a man in a now dirtied suit, hooked up to what looks like an electrical transformer. exhaustion gives way to immediate panic as the camera — and by extension, the riddler — grow closer to the captive man, who whines and moans into a makeshift gag, his voice hoarse from overuse.

ㅤit swivels once more to return to the caller himself, only the camera is much closer this time, enough to show the deep bags encircling his eyes, the sleepless pallor of his skin. despite whatever treatment he's supposed to have been getting, his instability and mania have only grown worse.

ㅤ❛  ask me very nicely. or his goose is cooked. ❜

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[ BRUCE WAYNE ] : ‘ i gave you my word. ’  / @batsie

ㅤhis head is still ringing, even long after his vision had righted itself following the flurry of blows he'd taken to the head. even after the police had stormed his temporary hideout, cuffed him and thrown him in the back of a van. even after the hasty ride to and subsequent check - in at arkham. he feels like he's in a dream.

ㅤwho'd have ever thought his plans would be thwarted? until now, his trials had gone off without a hitch, and those being tested had received their due diligence — or due punishment, depending on how one looked at it. the absolute last thing he'd counted on was the fearsome batman swooping into his lair and pummeling his poor, tender face after he'd refused to give up the secret to ward off his current captive's final moments. the scream that gave way to messy gurgling as the acid ate a gaping hole through the woman's throat, courtesy of an automated injection, is a sound that he's sure now haunts them both. if not, the sound of her detached head hitting the floor might've done it.

ㅤthere was something that didn't sit right with him, though. the beating, he could take; it's not a new sensation, by any means. he's been black and blue more times than he could count. but the split second of disbelief, of pure shock, that registered on what he could see of batman's face after he'd ripped the makeshift mask from eddie's face as eddie simply laughed . . . that's something he can still remember clearly, even in his current haze. but what was it that he'd said?

ㅤout of the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of batman watching the guards lead him to his cell, where he's supposed to await a psych eval from the resident doctor. is it his imagination, part of the concussion, or . . . is that remorse on the vigilante's otherwise stoic face?

ㅤi gave you my word.

ㅤall he can do is stare back, beaten and bloodied face a blank slate, as the man turns decisively on his heel, cape billowing behind as he makes his exit. the guards all but shove him into the awaiting cell, and for a brief moment, the fog clears enough for him to recall the bat's words as he held him down.

ㅤi'll get you help, edward. i promise.

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[ BRUCE WAYNE ] : ‘ some days, the world is way too loud. ’  / @batsie

ㅤhe's never been fond of parties, but they've become surprisingly commonplace in recent weeks. growing up, he'd hated being led by the hand to meet folks thrice his age, whose hands he'd shake and whose names he'd inevitably forget. unfortunately, for his current host, they were a necessity — investors and generous benefactors for various charities around gotham, and nothing brought out the city's social elite like an elaborate mixer.

ㅤso why, then, was he here amidst gotham's most esteemed faces? did he have something to offer? money to throw at those in need? no, his invitation had come from the big man himself, the man of the house. what interest bruce had in him, what potential he saw, edward would never know.

ㅤit hadn't taken a genius to sense bruce's boredom beneath that award - winning smile, and eddie had found himself approaching the man of the hour, feeling awfully out of place in his ill - fitting dress shirt and tie next to bruce's finely - tailored tuxedo. one hand clutched tightly, anxiously, at the handle of his cane, the other loosely holding a chaser. the telltale bite of whiskey wafted from the rim as he'd held it out to bruce and almost cheekily asked if he wanted a break from it all. the almost relieved yes that followed didn't surprise him, but the invitation to tag along certainly did.

ㅤminutes later, he finds himself up on a balcony, far above the boisterous laughter and conversation in the main hall below. it's here that he finally gets a glimpse of a smile from bruce — full - lipped, none of the half - cocked, picture - poised bullshit. a genuine smile for the guy who looks like his are in short supply. he finds that he has to force himself to look away and hope it's dark enough to hide the reddish tint that's cropped up on his cheeks.

ㅤhe looks out over the expansive property, across the beginnings of a vast ocean, at a stunning view of gotham city and its array of multicolored lights. from this distance, the bustling sounds of the city streets are too far to carry to their ears, and were he not aware of its true nature, it would seem almost... normal. calm.

ㅤsome days, the world is way too loud.

ㅤbruce's voice shakes him out of his thoughts, and he clears his throat before offering a reply. ❛  and that's... why you come up here? to get away from it all.  ❜ that's something he could understand. he's spent his whole life running away.

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[ SELINA KYLE ] : ' one kill. he got one kill. ' she’s pointing matter of factly like she can’t even believe it. / @clawsextended

ㅤshe's only reiterating what he already knows, hand pressed to his forehead as though it might simply explode from disbelief. dark eyes study both team's stats as the post-match screens play, unable to even fully appreciate his cuckhold of a potg intro because of their teammate's sheer uselessness.

ㅤ❛  simply incredible. truly.  ❜  he couldn't lace his words with more sarcasm if he tried. ❛  it's either a great deal of stupidity or confidence that makes someone run genji against a capable winston. in this case, i'm guessing it's the former.  ❜

ㅤa tired groan rattles up through his throat as he wearily spins his desk chair just enough to face her, seated on his couch with her console hooked into his oversized flatscreen. ❛  one more match? i hate going out on a loss.  ❜

[undead-potatoes]

*sees two emotionally fucked up people who should be in therapy* what if they kissed

[enquerys]

ㅤgoodness! so many new followers. until i can get my carrd up and running, just a few quick notes about my take on ed:

— still fairly new to a life of crime. as such, in early verses, edward and the riddler are not yet synonymous. if you were to see him on the street, you'd think he was just another guy. — suffers from a severe knee injury during his teenage years that, despite several treatments, has not (and most likely will not) properly heal. walks with a cane for support as a result. — constructs death traps / devices (similar to those in the enemy within, but more saw-inspired) with the intent of punishing those he deems unjust — i.e., predators, abusers, etc. they solve his riddles, they survive, albeit at a cost. as of yet, nobody has. — the unwitting recipient of what was said to be an experimental drug to ease chronic migraines and bodily pain, but turned out to be another villain's scam. altered brain chemistry has left him severely unstable, with a god complex, an exacerbated form of obsessive-compulsive disorder and a desperate need for approval / recognition. — grows progressively more unhinged as time passes, his obsession with batman in particular (and the realization that batman is the only person smart enough to actually prove a challenge) fueling his need to test people in his trials.

there's probably a lot more to be said here, but i'm too tired to think lmao.

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DANIEL BRÜHL as HANS KRÄMER in DIE KOMMENDEN TAGE (2010) 

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ㅤI USED TO BELIEVE IN JUSTICE [ . . . ] but now i'm feeling so disgusted by the HAVE - ITS & the HAVE - NOTS. / THE RIDDLER of dc comics. mixed media. by COLE. ©