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What do you think the riddlers are like when it comes to aftercare?
BTAS/Animated Riddler
This man knows aftercare. In fact, he considers it to be the most important thing of all. Sure, sex is great, but making sure his partner is taken care of afterwards is a whole other level of care.
He’s very diligent. First, he’ll get his partner a towel and help them clean up. Next, he’ll offer to get water or a drink or granola bar, especially if the sex was particualry intense. He’s really big on making sure his partner is comfortable.
He truly feels aftercare is one of the most important parts of sex, if not more important than the sex itself.
Gotham Riddler
The Riddler adores aftercare. He loves cuddling, and will hold his partner close, stroking their hair while they bask in the afterglow. He truly appreciates how important aftercare really is.
Like BTAS Riddler, he’ll help his partner clean up, make sure they have everything they need, all the while checking in to make sure his partner is okay.
In fact, he values communication the most. He depends on making sure his partner is feeling 100% and is taken care of before he’ll even think of leaving.
Arkham Riddler
Aftercare? What’s that?
No really, the man doesn’t know the meaning of the word. Aftercare literally means nothing to him. He’ll sooner tuck it back in his pants and return to his work before he even has a chance to consider what his partner is feeling.
Not that this Riddler doesn’t care, he just…doesn’t really know how to take care of his partner properly, or himself. Aftercare is just too vulnerable for him.
The Riddler (Paul Dano)
Aftercare is a foreign concept to this Riddler. He knows what it is, how it probably should go, but he’s too awkward to see it through. Stumbling over his words, shaking – it feels too intimate for him to engage.
Of course, he wants to engage in it. But as someone who’s never been shown love or tenderness before, he has trouble knowing how to act without feeling like a fool. He already struggles with intimacy enough.
However, when he musters up the courage to do aftercare properly, he is an attentive partner – to a point. His nerves often get the best of him, which sometimes leads to his partner having to take care of him instead.
Telltale Riddler
This Riddler doesn’t find aftercare important; not for himself, at least. For his partner, however, he does find it a necessary part of the act.
However, he isn’t the most comfortable lover. While he performs aftercare, he’s almost robotic and methodical about it, as though he’s checking things off a list. He cares, but like the other Riddler’s, he’s simply not used to showing this level of aftercare for someone.
He also finds it difficult to comfort his partner, especially if the sex was rough. While he checks in and makes sure his partner is okay, he finds himself dwelling on their answer, often going quiet as he reflects on what he can do better. His way of aftercare isn’t so much verbal as it shown through actions instead.
Bruce invites eddie to join him for dinner and gives him something he thought was lost.
(Basically another telltale lives au fic)
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At Home
Summary: Edward receives a much-needed gift from Bruce.
Word Count: 675
Content Warning: N/A
Pairing: Telltale!Edward x Platonic!Bruce Wayne
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A/N: Ahh friend, I hope you enjoy reading!
Edward found the invitation on his bed.
There it was, in a black envelope with his name scrawled in white on the page in an elegant script. He’d hesitated to open it, but when he did, he discovered it as an invitation to dinner later that night at six p.m.
His first instinct was to refuse. Edward wasn’t used to being invited to dinner, and he was still struggling to adjust to his new living situation here at Wayne Manor. But, he considered the invitation for a few moments. He supposed there was no reason to refuse, even if he was terrified. This new life was more than an adjustment than he was liking, but he supposed he’d have to adjust eventually.
Precisely at six, he made his way down into the dining room, looking around at it in all its grand design: the elegant oak walls inlaid with gold, the huge dining table in the center of the room with too many chairs for not enough people. That was evident when Edward locked eyes with Bruce Wayne sitting at the end of the table, a glass of red wine in his hand, though it looked like it was just for show and he hadn’t even taken a sip. When he entered, Bruce raised his eyes and stood.
“Edward,” Bruce said. “Sit. Please.” He gestured to the seat beside him.
Edward lifted his chin, squaring his shoulders back as he followed Bruce’s request and sat down at the seat on his left. He couldn’t help but notice the feast on the table: a roast chicken surrounded by roasted vegetables, a hefty side of mashed potatoes, brussels sprouts, a basket of dinner rolls. Edward’s stomach growled, his mouth salivating. When was the last time he’d eaten? And eaten well, at that.
“Can Alfred get you anything?” Bruce asked.
“I’m fine,” Edward replied, tension creeping up his spine as he struggled to get comfortable in the plush dining chair that probably cost an astronomical amount.
A beat of silence passed.
“You can relax, Edward,” Bruce said, smirking.
Edward sighed. It took him a moment to allow the tension to melt away and off his shoulders like a rockslide. He sighed, settling into his chair, his fingers rubbing against the material in curiosity. Velvet, perhaps?
“Thanks for coming,” Bruce said. “Actually…I wanted to give you something.”
“Oh?” Edward asked, lifting his brows.
Bruce nodded. He leaned away just long enough to snatch something up off the ground, but when he came back up – there, in his hands, was something Edward thought he’d never see again: his cane.
Edward couldn’t help the surprise that flitted across his face.
He thought he’d lost his cane during the incident on the boat, and assumed it fell into the water and into the murky depths below. But now, there it was, in the shape of a green question mark, the edges sharp and threatening, though it looked like it’d been polished and was shiny now.
“Where did you get this?” Edward asked, fingers reaching out.
Bruce laughed. “I have my ways, Nygma.”
Edward smirked. “Fair enough.”
“Here.” Bruce handed over the cane.
Edward hesitated to reach for it. It’d been part of him for so long, he hadn’t quite realized how much he’d grieved its loss. Sentimental and stupid, really, but he didn’t quite care. He took it from Bruce, fingers wrapping around the long handle, his touch delicate, as if it might break in his grip.
He couldn’t help the smile that touched his lips. It’d been so long since he felt this way – since he suddenly had this surge of joy in his veins. It was rare when he felt such an emotion, but God, was he feeling it now. He set the cane aside, propping it up on the side of the table to turn his attention back to Bruce.
Bruce smiled, eyes lighting up. “Well?” he asked. “Does that make you feel more at home now?”
If your Spring Fever (400 followers event) is still open, may I please get Telltale Riddler x a platonic! Reader with these prompts please? 🌼🌈💛
Could you maybe specify make it about a lesbian reader coming out to him and being supported? I know that they're older gens who are homophobic, but I don't believe Eddie would be.
Coming Out
Summary: You share a vulnerable moment with Edward when you come out to him.
Word Count: 637
Content Warning: N/A
Pairing: Telltale!Edward x Platonic!Reader
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A/N: Thanks for the request, @tainted-mouseboy! I am not queer myself, so I've never had the vulnerable conversation of coming out, so I hope I manage to write this as respectfully and sensitively as possible. I hope you enjoy reading! I also agree, I don't think any version of Riddler would ever judge someone for their sexuality.
You were nervous.
Of course you were. You’d never come out before – not to anyone, not even your closest friends or family. Not like they’d understand, anyways, but you were used to their judgement, even if you shouldn’t have to be.
But after working alongside him, the Riddler, for several months…well, you’d come to trust him in a way that you’d never really trusted anyone before. There was something different about Edward Nygma, something strangely comforting. Something that, perhaps his rough exterior, he made you feel…vulnerable. Like you could tell him anything and he would guard it with his life.
So, as you stood in front of him while he worked, knees knocking together as nerves twisted like rot in your belly, you could barely get the words out.
He finally lifted his blue eyes to you. “Can I help you?” he asked.
“Hi,” you said, before cursing yourself for sounding so stupid. You cleared your throat, shifting back and forth on your feet before you said, “Can we talk?”
He set his work aside and stood. “Of course. Is there something I can do for you?”
You shifted again, hands clammy as you curled and uncurled them at your sides. The words hung on your tongue, begging to be spoke, but lodging in your throat. You weren’t good at this sort of thing, at spilling such a deep and personal part of yourself to someone like this. This type of vulnerability had never suited you.
But maybe that was why he was the perfect person to be vulnerable with.
His brows lifted when you didn’t speak. “Is everything all right?”
“Yeah,” you said, clearing your throat. “I just, um…well, we’ve been friends for a while now. And I wanted to tell you something.”
“Yes?” One of his brows quirked further upward, the look in his eyes turning curious.
“I’m a lesbian,” you said, blurting the words out, because if you didn’t say it now, you didn’t think you ever would.
Edward stared at you for a long moment. So long you weren’t sure if he was silently judging or accepting you, and your stomach dropped from underneath you.
But finally, he smiled and said, “Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me.”
You blinked. “It doesn’t bother you?”
“Why would it?” A confused look passed his face. “Gay, lesbian, bisexual, asexual – these are all simply a part of our sexuality and attraction. We love who we love, we’re attracted to who we’re attracted to. That is nothing to be ashamed of. It’s a shame it’s not accepted more in our society.”
You nodded, agreeing with him, but you couldn’t deny the sudden surge of happiness that rushed through your veins. The very fact that you had told him, shared with him, such a vulnerable part of yourself and he only continued to look at you like you were human and worthy of love made you feel…advocated for. Heard.
He stood, finally approaching you, before he reached out and rested his hands on your shoulders, a tight, yet comforting grip as he looked deep into your eyes.
“I know it might not feel like it,” he said. “But you are worthy and deserving of everything this world has to offer. Don’t forget that.”
A sigh of relief escaped your lips. All of the worry you’d felt bundled deep in your gut after weeks of considering open up vanished as if it’d never existed at all. You smiled at him, the new relief in your stomach now making room for hope. Hope for the future, for acceptance, for love. For everything.
“Thank you,” you said, quietly.
He nodded. “I appreciate you being vulnerable. I know how hard that can be.”
“You have no idea,” you laughed.
Even though the truth was that maybe, just maybe, he did.
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