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@puzzlepiecesandinkblots
Hi. This is my DC blog, used for roleplaying with my self insert and general Detective Comics stuff. It’ll mostly be about Riddler, so there’s that. Hopefully when my art block dies, I’ll post some art as well. As for roleplaying, this is mostly so I can self ship with Riddler, because I like feeling loved! But I’m always open to interacting with other DC characters and ocs!
Main is @wolfsrahne28
About my (main) muse.
And her relationships.
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“Okay.” Puzzle huffed as she dropped the duffle bags on Riddler’s desk. “That’s 2000 feet of Ethernet cable. And the boys are bringing in the other 8000 as we speak. While we were out, we dropped off a few more trophies and did some tagging. At least 12 planted.” Puzzle stretched her aching muscles from having to carry the heavily bags. She unfortunately wasn’t as physically as imposing as she would like to be, meaning the weight of the cables caused a decent amount of strain on her aching muscles. She plopped herself onto the old, creaky couch in the corner. “I think I’ve earned a bit of a break, don’t you?”
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Riddler hummed, cautiously checking one of the duffel bags. While he did hold a certain amount of trust in the people working for him, he just needed to make sure that the cables were actually in the bag, and weren’t replaced by anything that would get him caught. He had plans to carry out, after all. It wouldn’t be enjoyable for them to be ruined because he didn’t make sure he wasn’t going to get caught. “I suppose it depends. Are you positive no one followed you?”
“As positive as I can be. I only looked over my shoulder every five seconds. Told a couple of the guys to help me keep lookout too, just in case. I didn’t see anything particularly bat, or bird, or… cat shaped following us. I didn’t see any trackers on the car either. So we should be good for now.”
That was the bare minimum of checking, though it should be enough. At the very least, the Bat wouldn’t be following too closely. It would give more than enough time to set up a last minute puzzle if he decided to show his face. Still, he would prefer to have Batman know nothing of his plans until they were already set in motion. Riddler needed time to ensure everything was perfectly done.
“Well, that does seem to be quite enough. I can afford giving you a break.” So long as she didn’t mess up, it would be fine. He was just frantically trying to stop the voice telling him it wasn’t enough.
“Thanks, Bossman.” Puzzle pushed herself up off the old couch and stretched a bit. “I’m grabbing a Soder Cola and a snack. Need anything while I’m up?” She asked, figuring it’d be easier making only the one trip. Last thing she wanted was to come back and have him most likely start complaining she ‘didn’t even consider him,’ or something along those lines. Besides, Riddler did seem rather on edge more than usual. Maybe something as simple as an offering could at least take the edge off a little? Certainly couldn’t hurt.
He took a moment to consider the offer. Was it really wise to let Puzzle go and then return? Surely that meant a higher chance of everything going South. It was far easier to track if someone wasn’t anticipating it, and it was unlikely she’d be as vigilant as to stay aware of her surroundings.
No. It’d be fine. She wouldn’t go far. If she were to be followed, it wouldn’t be because she left to go get snacks. It wouldn’t have been because their checking for trackers had failed.
“I guess I’ll take a Soder Cola.” Might as well have something to sip on as he plots out several puzzles. Any snacks just ended up making his place messy, and then he would be unable to actually focus because of crumbs on his desk. Truly, it would be a hellish scenario. A drink was easy. Simple.
Puzzle’s brows furrowed. It was only a few seconds of silence before Riddler answered her, but it still felt off. “Far be it from me to judge your… timing, I guess? But that felt like a while for you to decide. Do you have something on your mind?” She asked.
Puzzle made her way over to Riddler’s side, careful to not rush him since he already seemed overwhelmed in her eyes, and she looked over at him to get a better took at his current state. She even tried to take a peek at any of the plans and blueprints he had out, just to satisfy her ever so curious nature.
He fixed Puzzle a glare. It wasn’t something she could fix, nor did he expect her to understand. She wouldn’t understand. “I consistently have things on my mind, you really need to be more specific.”
Why Puzzle seemed to care about what was bothering him left Riddler, well, puzzled. Though he would rather not think on the matter. The minds of humans were fickle things. Human relations seem to be based asking when others were okay, but simply to benefit the other. It was… odd.
Puzzle quirked a brow at Riddler. He needs her to be more specific. She supposed that was a fair request. “I just mean, you seem on edge. I mean, maybe it’s my time blindness, but that felt like too long of a pause to say you just want a soda.” Puzzle suddenly realized how rude that sounded. “N-not that there’s a problem with that. It’s totally cool to weigh your options and think things over.” She instantly backpedaled.
“It just read, to me, like you were maybe preoccupied. And possibly… overthinking something?” Puzzle’s voice pitched slightly higher. Her hesitance to use the term was obvious. Riddler was a thinker, he thrived on thinking, she knew this. But she also knew that having a mind plagued with constant thought was an exhausting endeavor, something she understood through experience. So maybe she felt a twinge of empathy for the poor guy. But those who even entertain the possibility of the brilliant Riddler ‘overthinking’ should probably tread lightly.
The mere thought of someone suggesting he was overthinking made him scoff. Overthinking was not something he could even do. All it happened to be was simply thinking more than the idiots that lived around the world.
“I’m simply thinking the adequate amount.” Nothing more, nothing less. He had his perfect amount of thinking, all encompassing without removing the room he needed to rest. It was the amount of thinking he had grown used to. And while the thoughts taking his mind up now weren’t his typical track of thinking, it was the normal amount. It was the amount that matter, not the fact that every thought seemed to be taken up by the ever-present fear that his puzzle would be ruined because the people he hired couldn’t be made to care to at least check before coming to where he was.
Puzzle heaved a sigh of relief. To be honest, she was prepared for a full blown tantrum, or to be screamed at. But that might’ve just been a byproduct of her own experiences with certain types. “Alright.” She tented her hands, thinking quietly to herself.
Puzzle opened her mouth to take a breath, hesitating only for a second. “But you know, if there was anything on your mind, or any thoughts that were bothering you for any sort of reason whatsoever… it’s perfectly okay to verbalize them. I am an assistant. I don’t mind assisting. If I can. If you want. No pressure.” Puzzle tried as casually as possible to put the offer out there. Not because she wanted to make Riddler talk to her, or even because she felt like she had to, just because it felt right to let him know the option was there. After all, it would fall under the job description, right? So what’s the harm?
“Nothing is bothering me, Puzzle.” She didn’t need to know what was happening. It wasn’t one of the things he let anyone know, nonetheless someone who he was hardly acquainted with. Not even Scarecrow was allowed to know the horrors that plagued his mind, and he was the one who often used those very same horrors against Riddler. “Nor would I need help if it were.”
He added the last part under his breath, just a hiss compared to his initial snap. It wasn’t worth snapping at the only semi-capable person who worked for him. While it was totally within his right to, he needed to at least be somewhat considerate of how she would react. Chances were she would decide not to work for him if he kept it up. And he desperately needed some people with intellect to do some of the dirtier work.
Puzzle expected that much. After all, it’s not like she didn’t know her boss was a clinical narcissist with a superiority complex. Even if Riddler needed help, he wasn’t going to admit it just like that. He was too proud plain and simple. “Okay, but…” Puzzle hesitated. She already told him she’d be happy to assist. What more was there to say? Better to just drop it than force anything. Riddler didn’t seem open to the offer anyway.
“Nothing. Never mind. I’m just gonna go grab a snack from the convenience store down the street.” Puzzle walked past Riddler and picked up her backpack she always tucked near the couch, intending to change into her civilian attire for the quick errand. No need to cause a scene in costume just for a snack break.
He had half the mind to warn her not to get tracked before deciding to drop it. She was one of few he needed to actually be concerned about with being tracked. Unlike some idiots, she did have the capacity to think. Riddler needed to hold more trust in her.
Everything would go as planned.
“Remember my Soder Cola,” was all he bothered to add as Puzzle started to get ready. Perhaps having one would soothe his growing nerves. He hasn’t had nearly enough fluid in his body for the day, and while Soder Cola wouldn’t replace water, it was still something. Speaking of water, maybe he needed to hydrate for once. That could be why he was far more worried. Definitely.
“Got it.” Puzzle called back from down the hallway. She found the nearest unoccupied room, and close the door behind her before changing, quickly slipping out of her work uniform and back into her regular civilian clothes. No goggles, different shoes, no tracker choker with his icon front and center. Just something simple and unassuming, joggers, a tee shirt, and everyday sneakers.
Puzzle shoved everything except the gloves and tracker back in the bag, and made her way out, even made sure to take one of the alternate exits from the hideout before. Gloves on, open door, leave no prints, then once on the outside, shove them and the tracker into her pocket to hide the evidence.
The coast seemed clear enough. No bats, no birds, no cats. Still, she made sure to keep her head on a swivel as she nonchalantly headed down to the store. Eventually though, Puzzle’s, or in this case Rahne’s, mind began to wander. Maybe there were ways she could be more careful about this whole secrecy thing. ‘Maybe a wig or some makeup? I don’t wear the stuff normally, so maybe it would help for differentiation?’ She wondered.
“Okay.” Puzzle huffed as she dropped the duffle bags on Riddler’s desk. “That’s 2000 feet of Ethernet cable. And the boys are bringing in the other 8000 as we speak. While we were out, we dropped off a few more trophies and did some tagging. At least 12 planted.” Puzzle stretched her aching muscles from having to carry the heavily bags. She unfortunately wasn’t as physically as imposing as she would like to be, meaning the weight of the cables caused a decent amount of strain on her aching muscles. She plopped herself onto the old, creaky couch in the corner. “I think I’ve earned a bit of a break, don’t you?”
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Riddler hummed, cautiously checking one of the duffel bags. While he did hold a certain amount of trust in the people working for him, he just needed to make sure that the cables were actually in the bag, and weren’t replaced by anything that would get him caught. He had plans to carry out, after all. It wouldn’t be enjoyable for them to be ruined because he didn’t make sure he wasn’t going to get caught. “I suppose it depends. Are you positive no one followed you?”
“As positive as I can be. I only looked over my shoulder every five seconds. Told a couple of the guys to help me keep lookout too, just in case. I didn’t see anything particularly bat, or bird, or… cat shaped following us. I didn’t see any trackers on the car either. So we should be good for now.”
That was the bare minimum of checking, though it should be enough. At the very least, the Bat wouldn’t be following too closely. It would give more than enough time to set up a last minute puzzle if he decided to show his face. Still, he would prefer to have Batman know nothing of his plans until they were already set in motion. Riddler needed time to ensure everything was perfectly done.
“Well, that does seem to be quite enough. I can afford giving you a break.” So long as she didn’t mess up, it would be fine. He was just frantically trying to stop the voice telling him it wasn’t enough.
“Thanks, Bossman.” Puzzle pushed herself up off the old couch and stretched a bit. “I’m grabbing a Soder Cola and a snack. Need anything while I’m up?” She asked, figuring it’d be easier making only the one trip. Last thing she wanted was to come back and have him most likely start complaining she ‘didn’t even consider him,’ or something along those lines. Besides, Riddler did seem rather on edge more than usual. Maybe something as simple as an offering could at least take the edge off a little? Certainly couldn’t hurt.
He took a moment to consider the offer. Was it really wise to let Puzzle go and then return? Surely that meant a higher chance of everything going South. It was far easier to track if someone wasn’t anticipating it, and it was unlikely she’d be as vigilant as to stay aware of her surroundings.
No. It’d be fine. She wouldn’t go far. If she were to be followed, it wouldn’t be because she left to go get snacks. It wouldn’t have been because their checking for trackers had failed.
“I guess I’ll take a Soder Cola.” Might as well have something to sip on as he plots out several puzzles. Any snacks just ended up making his place messy, and then he would be unable to actually focus because of crumbs on his desk. Truly, it would be a hellish scenario. A drink was easy. Simple.
Puzzle’s brows furrowed. It was only a few seconds of silence before Riddler answered her, but it still felt off. “Far be it from me to judge your… timing, I guess? But that felt like a while for you to decide. Do you have something on your mind?” She asked.
Puzzle made her way over to Riddler’s side, careful to not rush him since he already seemed overwhelmed in her eyes, and she looked over at him to get a better took at his current state. She even tried to take a peek at any of the plans and blueprints he had out, just to satisfy her ever so curious nature.
He fixed Puzzle a glare. It wasn’t something she could fix, nor did he expect her to understand. She wouldn’t understand. “I consistently have things on my mind, you really need to be more specific.”
Why Puzzle seemed to care about what was bothering him left Riddler, well, puzzled. Though he would rather not think on the matter. The minds of humans were fickle things. Human relations seem to be based asking when others were okay, but simply to benefit the other. It was… odd.
Puzzle quirked a brow at Riddler. He needs her to be more specific. She supposed that was a fair request. “I just mean, you seem on edge. I mean, maybe it’s my time blindness, but that felt like too long of a pause to say you just want a soda.” Puzzle suddenly realized how rude that sounded. “N-not that there’s a problem with that. It’s totally cool to weigh your options and think things over.” She instantly backpedaled.
“It just read, to me, like you were maybe preoccupied. And possibly… overthinking something?” Puzzle’s voice pitched slightly higher. Her hesitance to use the term was obvious. Riddler was a thinker, he thrived on thinking, she knew this. But she also knew that having a mind plagued with constant thought was an exhausting endeavor, something she understood through experience. So maybe she felt a twinge of empathy for the poor guy. But those who even entertain the possibility of the brilliant Riddler ‘overthinking’ should probably tread lightly.
The mere thought of someone suggesting he was overthinking made him scoff. Overthinking was not something he could even do. All it happened to be was simply thinking more than the idiots that lived around the world.
“I’m simply thinking the adequate amount.” Nothing more, nothing less. He had his perfect amount of thinking, all encompassing without removing the room he needed to rest. It was the amount of thinking he had grown used to. And while the thoughts taking his mind up now weren’t his typical track of thinking, it was the normal amount. It was the amount that matter, not the fact that every thought seemed to be taken up by the ever-present fear that his puzzle would be ruined because the people he hired couldn’t be made to care to at least check before coming to where he was.
Puzzle heaved a sigh of relief. To be honest, she was prepared for a full blown tantrum, or to be screamed at. But that might’ve just been a byproduct of her own experiences with certain types. “Alright.” She tented her hands, thinking quietly to herself.
Puzzle opened her mouth to take a breath, hesitating only for a second. “But you know, if there was anything on your mind, or any thoughts that were bothering you for any sort of reason whatsoever… it’s perfectly okay to verbalize them. I am an assistant. I don’t mind assisting. If I can. If you want. No pressure.” Puzzle tried as casually as possible to put the offer out there. Not because she wanted to make Riddler talk to her, or even because she felt like she had to, just because it felt right to let him know the option was there. After all, it would fall under the job description, right? So what’s the harm?
“Nothing is bothering me, Puzzle.” She didn’t need to know what was happening. It wasn’t one of the things he let anyone know, nonetheless someone who he was hardly acquainted with. Not even Scarecrow was allowed to know the horrors that plagued his mind, and he was the one who often used those very same horrors against Riddler. “Nor would I need help if it were.”
He added the last part under his breath, just a hiss compared to his initial snap. It wasn’t worth snapping at the only semi-capable person who worked for him. While it was totally within his right to, he needed to at least be somewhat considerate of how she would react. Chances were she would decide not to work for him if he kept it up. And he desperately needed some people with intellect to do some of the dirtier work.
Puzzle expected that much. After all, it’s not like she didn’t know her boss was a clinical narcissist with a superiority complex. Even if Riddler needed help, he wasn’t going to admit it just like that. He was too proud plain and simple. “Okay, but…” Puzzle hesitated. She already told him she’d be happy to assist. What more was there to say? Better to just drop it than force anything. Riddler didn’t seem open to the offer anyway.
“Nothing. Never mind. I’m just gonna go grab a snack from the convenience store down the street.” Puzzle walked past Riddler and picked up her backpack she always tucked near the couch, intending to change into her civilian attire for the quick errand. No need to cause a scene in costume just for a snack break.
“Okay.” Puzzle huffed as she dropped the duffle bags on Riddler’s desk. “That’s 2000 feet of Ethernet cable. And the boys are bringing in the other 8000 as we speak. While we were out, we dropped off a few more trophies and did some tagging. At least 12 planted.” Puzzle stretched her aching muscles from having to carry the heavily bags. She unfortunately wasn’t as physically as imposing as she would like to be, meaning the weight of the cables caused a decent amount of strain on her aching muscles. She plopped herself onto the old, creaky couch in the corner. “I think I’ve earned a bit of a break, don’t you?”
(puzzlepiecesandinkblots)
Riddler hummed, cautiously checking one of the duffel bags. While he did hold a certain amount of trust in the people working for him, he just needed to make sure that the cables were actually in the bag, and weren’t replaced by anything that would get him caught. He had plans to carry out, after all. It wouldn’t be enjoyable for them to be ruined because he didn’t make sure he wasn’t going to get caught. “I suppose it depends. Are you positive no one followed you?”
“As positive as I can be. I only looked over my shoulder every five seconds. Told a couple of the guys to help me keep lookout too, just in case. I didn’t see anything particularly bat, or bird, or… cat shaped following us. I didn’t see any trackers on the car either. So we should be good for now.”
That was the bare minimum of checking, though it should be enough. At the very least, the Bat wouldn’t be following too closely. It would give more than enough time to set up a last minute puzzle if he decided to show his face. Still, he would prefer to have Batman know nothing of his plans until they were already set in motion. Riddler needed time to ensure everything was perfectly done.
“Well, that does seem to be quite enough. I can afford giving you a break.” So long as she didn’t mess up, it would be fine. He was just frantically trying to stop the voice telling him it wasn’t enough.
“Thanks, Bossman.” Puzzle pushed herself up off the old couch and stretched a bit. “I’m grabbing a Soder Cola and a snack. Need anything while I’m up?” She asked, figuring it’d be easier making only the one trip. Last thing she wanted was to come back and have him most likely start complaining she ‘didn’t even consider him,’ or something along those lines. Besides, Riddler did seem rather on edge more than usual. Maybe something as simple as an offering could at least take the edge off a little? Certainly couldn’t hurt.
He took a moment to consider the offer. Was it really wise to let Puzzle go and then return? Surely that meant a higher chance of everything going South. It was far easier to track if someone wasn’t anticipating it, and it was unlikely she’d be as vigilant as to stay aware of her surroundings.
No. It’d be fine. She wouldn’t go far. If she were to be followed, it wouldn’t be because she left to go get snacks. It wouldn’t have been because their checking for trackers had failed.
“I guess I’ll take a Soder Cola.” Might as well have something to sip on as he plots out several puzzles. Any snacks just ended up making his place messy, and then he would be unable to actually focus because of crumbs on his desk. Truly, it would be a hellish scenario. A drink was easy. Simple.
Puzzle’s brows furrowed. It was only a few seconds of silence before Riddler answered her, but it still felt off. “Far be it from me to judge your… timing, I guess? But that felt like a while for you to decide. Do you have something on your mind?” She asked.
Puzzle made her way over to Riddler’s side, careful to not rush him since he already seemed overwhelmed in her eyes, and she looked over at him to get a better took at his current state. She even tried to take a peek at any of the plans and blueprints he had out, just to satisfy her ever so curious nature.
He fixed Puzzle a glare. It wasn’t something she could fix, nor did he expect her to understand. She wouldn’t understand. “I consistently have things on my mind, you really need to be more specific.”
Why Puzzle seemed to care about what was bothering him left Riddler, well, puzzled. Though he would rather not think on the matter. The minds of humans were fickle things. Human relations seem to be based asking when others were okay, but simply to benefit the other. It was… odd.
Puzzle quirked a brow at Riddler. He needs her to be more specific. She supposed that was a fair request. “I just mean, you seem on edge. I mean, maybe it’s my time blindness, but that felt like too long of a pause to say you just want a soda.” Puzzle suddenly realized how rude that sounded. “N-not that there’s a problem with that. It’s totally cool to weigh your options and think things over.” She instantly backpedaled.
“It just read, to me, like you were maybe preoccupied. And possibly… overthinking something?” Puzzle’s voice pitched slightly higher. Her hesitance to use the term was obvious. Riddler was a thinker, he thrived on thinking, she knew this. But she also knew that having a mind plagued with constant thought was an exhausting endeavor, something she understood through experience. So maybe she felt a twinge of empathy for the poor guy. But those who even entertain the possibility of the brilliant Riddler ‘overthinking’ should probably tread lightly.
The mere thought of someone suggesting he was overthinking made him scoff. Overthinking was not something he could even do. All it happened to be was simply thinking more than the idiots that lived around the world.
“I’m simply thinking the adequate amount.” Nothing more, nothing less. He had his perfect amount of thinking, all encompassing without removing the room he needed to rest. It was the amount of thinking he had grown used to. And while the thoughts taking his mind up now weren’t his typical track of thinking, it was the normal amount. It was the amount that matter, not the fact that every thought seemed to be taken up by the ever-present fear that his puzzle would be ruined because the people he hired couldn’t be made to care to at least check before coming to where he was.
Puzzle heaved a sigh of relief. To be honest, she was prepared for a full blown tantrum, or to be screamed at. But that might’ve just been a byproduct of her own experiences with certain types. “Alright.” She tented her hands, thinking quietly to herself.
Puzzle opened her mouth to take a breath, hesitating only for a second. “But you know, if there was anything on your mind, or any thoughts that were bothering you for any sort of reason whatsoever… it’s perfectly okay to verbalize them. I am an assistant. I don’t mind assisting. If I can. If you want. No pressure.” Puzzle tried as casually as possible to put the offer out there. Not because she wanted to make Riddler talk to her, or even because she felt like she had to, just because it felt right to let him know the option was there. After all, it would fall under the job description, right? So what’s the harm?
“Okay.” Puzzle huffed as she dropped the duffle bags on Riddler’s desk. “That’s 2000 feet of Ethernet cable. And the boys are bringing in the other 8000 as we speak. While we were out, we dropped off a few more trophies and did some tagging. At least 12 planted.” Puzzle stretched her aching muscles from having to carry the heavily bags. She unfortunately wasn’t as physically as imposing as she would like to be, meaning the weight of the cables caused a decent amount of strain on her aching muscles. She plopped herself onto the old, creaky couch in the corner. “I think I’ve earned a bit of a break, don’t you?”
(puzzlepiecesandinkblots)
Riddler hummed, cautiously checking one of the duffel bags. While he did hold a certain amount of trust in the people working for him, he just needed to make sure that the cables were actually in the bag, and weren’t replaced by anything that would get him caught. He had plans to carry out, after all. It wouldn’t be enjoyable for them to be ruined because he didn’t make sure he wasn’t going to get caught. “I suppose it depends. Are you positive no one followed you?”
“As positive as I can be. I only looked over my shoulder every five seconds. Told a couple of the guys to help me keep lookout too, just in case. I didn’t see anything particularly bat, or bird, or… cat shaped following us. I didn’t see any trackers on the car either. So we should be good for now.”
That was the bare minimum of checking, though it should be enough. At the very least, the Bat wouldn’t be following too closely. It would give more than enough time to set up a last minute puzzle if he decided to show his face. Still, he would prefer to have Batman know nothing of his plans until they were already set in motion. Riddler needed time to ensure everything was perfectly done.
“Well, that does seem to be quite enough. I can afford giving you a break.” So long as she didn’t mess up, it would be fine. He was just frantically trying to stop the voice telling him it wasn’t enough.
“Thanks, Bossman.” Puzzle pushed herself up off the old couch and stretched a bit. “I’m grabbing a Soder Cola and a snack. Need anything while I’m up?” She asked, figuring it’d be easier making only the one trip. Last thing she wanted was to come back and have him most likely start complaining she ‘didn’t even consider him,’ or something along those lines. Besides, Riddler did seem rather on edge more than usual. Maybe something as simple as an offering could at least take the edge off a little? Certainly couldn’t hurt.
He took a moment to consider the offer. Was it really wise to let Puzzle go and then return? Surely that meant a higher chance of everything going South. It was far easier to track if someone wasn’t anticipating it, and it was unlikely she’d be as vigilant as to stay aware of her surroundings.
No. It’d be fine. She wouldn’t go far. If she were to be followed, it wouldn’t be because she left to go get snacks. It wouldn’t have been because their checking for trackers had failed.
“I guess I’ll take a Soder Cola.” Might as well have something to sip on as he plots out several puzzles. Any snacks just ended up making his place messy, and then he would be unable to actually focus because of crumbs on his desk. Truly, it would be a hellish scenario. A drink was easy. Simple.
Puzzle’s brows furrowed. It was only a few seconds of silence before Riddler answered her, but it still felt off. “Far be it from me to judge your… timing, I guess? But that felt like a while for you to decide. Do you have something on your mind?” She asked.
Puzzle made her way over to Riddler’s side, careful to not rush him since he already seemed overwhelmed in her eyes, and she looked over at him to get a better took at his current state. She even tried to take a peek at any of the plans and blueprints he had out, just to satisfy her ever so curious nature.
He fixed Puzzle a glare. It wasn’t something she could fix, nor did he expect her to understand. She wouldn’t understand. “I consistently have things on my mind, you really need to be more specific.”
Why Puzzle seemed to care about what was bothering him left Riddler, well, puzzled. Though he would rather not think on the matter. The minds of humans were fickle things. Human relations seem to be based asking when others were okay, but simply to benefit the other. It was… odd.
Puzzle quirked a brow at Riddler. He needs her to be more specific. She supposed that was a fair request. “I just mean, you seem on edge. I mean, maybe it’s my time blindness, but that felt like too long of a pause to say you just want a soda.” Puzzle suddenly realized how rude that sounded. “N-not that there’s a problem with that. It’s totally cool to weigh your options and think things over.” She instantly backpedaled.
“It just read, to me, like you were maybe preoccupied. And possibly… overthinking something?” Puzzle’s voice pitched slightly higher. Her hesitance to use the term was obvious. Riddler was a thinker, he thrived on thinking, she knew this. But she also knew that having a mind plagued with constant thought was an exhausting endeavor, something she understood through experience. So maybe she felt a twinge of empathy for the poor guy. But those who even entertain the possibility of the brilliant Riddler ‘overthinking’ should probably tread lightly.
“Okay.” Puzzle huffed as she dropped the duffle bags on Riddler’s desk. “That’s 2000 feet of Ethernet cable. And the boys are bringing in the other 8000 as we speak. While we were out, we dropped off a few more trophies and did some tagging. At least 12 planted.” Puzzle stretched her aching muscles from having to carry the heavily bags. She unfortunately wasn’t as physically as imposing as she would like to be, meaning the weight of the cables caused a decent amount of strain on her aching muscles. She plopped herself onto the old, creaky couch in the corner. “I think I’ve earned a bit of a break, don’t you?”
(puzzlepiecesandinkblots)
Riddler hummed, cautiously checking one of the duffel bags. While he did hold a certain amount of trust in the people working for him, he just needed to make sure that the cables were actually in the bag, and weren’t replaced by anything that would get him caught. He had plans to carry out, after all. It wouldn’t be enjoyable for them to be ruined because he didn’t make sure he wasn’t going to get caught. “I suppose it depends. Are you positive no one followed you?”
“As positive as I can be. I only looked over my shoulder every five seconds. Told a couple of the guys to help me keep lookout too, just in case. I didn’t see anything particularly bat, or bird, or… cat shaped following us. I didn’t see any trackers on the car either. So we should be good for now.”
That was the bare minimum of checking, though it should be enough. At the very least, the Bat wouldn’t be following too closely. It would give more than enough time to set up a last minute puzzle if he decided to show his face. Still, he would prefer to have Batman know nothing of his plans until they were already set in motion. Riddler needed time to ensure everything was perfectly done.
“Well, that does seem to be quite enough. I can afford giving you a break.” So long as she didn’t mess up, it would be fine. He was just frantically trying to stop the voice telling him it wasn’t enough.
“Thanks, Bossman.” Puzzle pushed herself up off the old couch and stretched a bit. “I’m grabbing a Soder Cola and a snack. Need anything while I’m up?” She asked, figuring it’d be easier making only the one trip. Last thing she wanted was to come back and have him most likely start complaining she ‘didn’t even consider him,’ or something along those lines. Besides, Riddler did seem rather on edge more than usual. Maybe something as simple as an offering could at least take the edge off a little? Certainly couldn’t hurt.
He took a moment to consider the offer. Was it really wise to let Puzzle go and then return? Surely that meant a higher chance of everything going South. It was far easier to track if someone wasn’t anticipating it, and it was unlikely she’d be as vigilant as to stay aware of her surroundings.
No. It’d be fine. She wouldn’t go far. If she were to be followed, it wouldn’t be because she left to go get snacks. It wouldn’t have been because their checking for trackers had failed.
“I guess I’ll take a Soder Cola.” Might as well have something to sip on as he plots out several puzzles. Any snacks just ended up making his place messy, and then he would be unable to actually focus because of crumbs on his desk. Truly, it would be a hellish scenario. A drink was easy. Simple.
Puzzle’s brows furrowed. It was only a few seconds of silence before Riddler answered her, but it still felt off. “Far be it from me to judge your… timing, I guess? But that felt like a while for you to decide. Do you have something on your mind?” She asked.
Puzzle made her way over to Riddler’s side, careful to not rush him since he already seemed overwhelmed in her eyes, and she looked over at him to get a better took at his current state. She even tried to take a peek at any of the plans and blueprints he had out, just to satisfy her ever so curious nature.
“Okay.” Puzzle huffed as she dropped the duffle bags on Riddler’s desk. “That’s 2000 feet of Ethernet cable. And the boys are bringing in the other 8000 as we speak. While we were out, we dropped off a few more trophies and did some tagging. At least 12 planted.” Puzzle stretched her aching muscles from having to carry the heavily bags. She unfortunately wasn’t as physically as imposing as she would like to be, meaning the weight of the cables caused a decent amount of strain on her aching muscles. She plopped herself onto the old, creaky couch in the corner. “I think I’ve earned a bit of a break, don’t you?”
(puzzlepiecesandinkblots)
Riddler hummed, cautiously checking one of the duffel bags. While he did hold a certain amount of trust in the people working for him, he just needed to make sure that the cables were actually in the bag, and weren’t replaced by anything that would get him caught. He had plans to carry out, after all. It wouldn’t be enjoyable for them to be ruined because he didn’t make sure he wasn’t going to get caught. “I suppose it depends. Are you positive no one followed you?”
“As positive as I can be. I only looked over my shoulder every five seconds. Told a couple of the guys to help me keep lookout too, just in case. I didn’t see anything particularly bat, or bird, or… cat shaped following us. I didn’t see any trackers on the car either. So we should be good for now.”
That was the bare minimum of checking, though it should be enough. At the very least, the Bat wouldn’t be following too closely. It would give more than enough time to set up a last minute puzzle if he decided to show his face. Still, he would prefer to have Batman know nothing of his plans until they were already set in motion. Riddler needed time to ensure everything was perfectly done.
“Well, that does seem to be quite enough. I can afford giving you a break.” So long as she didn’t mess up, it would be fine. He was just frantically trying to stop the voice telling him it wasn’t enough.
“Thanks, Bossman.” Puzzle pushed herself up off the old couch and stretched a bit. “I’m grabbing a Soder Cola and a snack. Need anything while I’m up?” She asked, figuring it’d be easier making only the one trip. Last thing she wanted was to come back and have him most likely start complaining she ‘didn’t even consider him,’ or something along those lines. Besides, Riddler did seem rather on edge more than usual. Maybe something as simple as an offering could at least take the edge off a little? Certainly couldn’t hurt.
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“Okay.” Puzzle huffed as she dropped the duffle bags on Riddler’s desk. “That’s 2000 feet of Ethernet cable. And the boys are bringing in the other 8000 as we speak. While we were out, we dropped off a few more trophies and did some tagging. At least 12 planted.” Puzzle stretched her aching muscles from having to carry the heavily bags. She unfortunately wasn’t as physically as imposing as she would like to be, meaning the weight of the cables caused a decent amount of strain on her aching muscles. She plopped herself onto the old, creaky couch in the corner. “I think I’ve earned a bit of a break, don’t you?”
(puzzlepiecesandinkblots)
Riddler hummed, cautiously checking one of the duffel bags. While he did hold a certain amount of trust in the people working for him, he just needed to make sure that the cables were actually in the bag, and weren’t replaced by anything that would get him caught. He had plans to carry out, after all. It wouldn’t be enjoyable for them to be ruined because he didn’t make sure he wasn’t going to get caught. “I suppose it depends. Are you positive no one followed you?”
“As positive as I can be. I only looked over my shoulder every five seconds. Told a couple of the guys to help me keep lookout too, just in case. I didn’t see anything particularly bat, or bird, or… cat shaped following us. I didn’t see any trackers on the car either. So we should be good for now.”
Thinking of drawing vent art of my self insert OC beating the shit out of a canon character. But also not sure if I should bc people love the character and will most likely hate or block or bully me for not liking her.
Thoughts? Advice?
What did I do wrong?
Currently trying to convince myself the person who blocked me wasn’t worth my time anyway. They can’t have been. I NEED it to be their fault that they didn’t appreciate me. Or that means it’s MY fault. And I can’t let that be the case because I can’t make myself better if they never told me what I did, so I can’t even identify the issue and try to fix the problem or self improve.
To any of the few followers I have on here, please tell me if I’m doing something wrong. Like in general, ever. I need to know so I can be better.
Also now. If any of you have a possible theory or explanation to what I did wrong, come to my inbox and tell me. I won’t be mad or upset. I promise. I just need to know so I can keep it in mind going forward and not do whatever I did anymore.
I’m thinking of making a list of characters & specific versions I won’t interact with. But there’s been so many different takes on different characters, and so many characters in general, I don’t know if I want to have to catalogue all of them. Especially since I won’t be able to recall them all at once. But a part of me still feels like I should be responsible and at least try to make a list. Like I don’t want someone proposing an interaction, only to respond with “No thanks. I hate your character. Byyyyyyye.” That would be rude.
Rahne stared quietly across the desk at Riddler, patiently waiting for him to speak or ask her a question. When she decided to give the whole being a henchmen thing a shot, Rahne didn’t quite expect that she would end up face to face with the Riddler for a proper interview. The texting answers to riddles from anonymous numbers, sure. But an actual interview? Not exactly what she had in mind. Then again, it’s better than what’s she’s heard about trying out for Penguin. Which from her understanding, involves a sort of modern day gladiatorial combat. So as painfully awkward as this meeting was, she at least found solace in knowing it could be much worse.
-puzzlepiecesandinkblots
"So!" Edward finally speaks, looking at the paper in front of him. He is just as lost, if he's being honest. He's never actually conducted an interview. A brain itch, this is.
"why do you want the job? And what makes you think you're qualified?"
“I want this job, because…” Rahne’s mind blanked for a moment. Damn nerves. She hasn’t had the best track record in terms of interviews. Between the one where her father spoke for her the entire time, and the one where she was never called back, Rahne can’t really say she’s had a successful interview all on her own. Much less one applying for a dangerous criminal’s organization.
“Because I need the money.” And she’s pretty sure she’s blown it.
"I... Suppose that's as much of a reason as any," he murmurs, feeling refreshed that the answer is at least honest. He sighs, placing the paper down and leaning back.
"How are you with engineering and craftsmanship?"
“Well, I have experience in engineering. I’ve taken a few classes in middle and high school. Been a part of a robotics team and day camp. I’ve even been told I could make a gifted engineer given the talent for math and science when I was a kid. But honestly, I struggle understanding some of it…” Rahne confessed. “Oh, but I’m still very interested in learning! I like knowing how things work!” She quickly added with enthusiasm. After all, she didn’t want to give of the impression that she was willfully ignorant at the very least.
“That being said, I would say my skills at craftsmanship are much better by comparison. I wouldn’t say they’re perfect, but you know how the creative types are. ‘You’re your own worst critic.’” Rahne said. She needed to make sure Riddler understood she wasn’t completely useless, that she had some level of competence. But at the same time, Rahne couldn’t shake the feeling she may come across as arrogant or a liar. Something told her she wasn’t quite skating the line of confident and humble as well as she had hoped.
Edward gives her a deadpan look, his glasses sliding down on his nose as if putting their two cents in.
After a second, he raises an eyebrow before sitting back. "And do you have any proof of this? Anything you can show me as an example of skill?"
“Well, I’m an artist. So I do have good hand-eye coordination. I’ve also DIY’ed some stuff around my house. Fixing a broken toilet chain, adjusting the hinges on my door, my bookshelves, fixing jewelry and clothes. Mostly basic stuff, but I believe that just highlights my eagerness to learn.”
I pull out my phone from my pocket. “I also have pictures of my work on here. But I turned it off so no one could track me to your… lair?”
"You realize how much you'll have to learn to even amount to being capable as my assistant?"
He finally pushes his glasses up before reaching under the table to grab something. When he pulls it out, Rahne can see that it looks to be a simple, unsolved rubix cube.
"solve this. Every thirty second it's not solved, it'll shock you," he explains, setting it in front of her.
Rahne looks at the cube. She looks at Riddler, and then back to the cube. “Could I see your gloves for a sec?” She asks, pointing at the work gloves Edward was currently wearing.
Edward gives a small hum, feigning indifference as he hands her the gloves. The man would never admit that he already likes her minds problem solving ability.
“Thank you.” Rahne said, nodding politely as she carefully took the gloves from Edward. She slipped them on her hands and gave them an extra tug at the wrists. She couldn’t help but notice they were a bit big on her much smaller hands. Rahne didn’t mind though, and actually felt oddly pleased with the fact Riddler so gracefully lended them to her. Given his reputation, she honestly expected him to rudely tell her no and to just deal with it.
Without further ado, Rahne picked up the unsolved cube. She turned it over in her hands a few times, before carefully turning the pieces, trying to logic out the puzzle. After some seconds pass, Rahne heard the faint hum of electricity, and then a crackle as the cube turned to a small ball of lightning. “Agh!” She yelped, instinctively jutting her arms forward, holding it away from her.
"It's meant to hurt," he so 'helpfully' explains, the smug look on his face obvious. "Continue, or else I'll go look for someone else. And, do be quick. I have plans after this."
“Y-yeah, I got that.” Rahne says, still a bit shaken up from the shock of holding a literal ball of lightning in her hand. But, she took a breath, and calmed herself, making a mental note to keep track of the time and not hold the cube so close. She didn’t want a stray bolt to hit her in the face, or anywhere really.
Rahne furrowed her brows in concentration, focusing only on the cube. Another shock came, and she held it out again. Not as further as last time, but what she hoped was a reasonable distance. She didn’t want to give up just yet.
Rahne stared quietly across the desk at Riddler, patiently waiting for him to speak or ask her a question. When she decided to give the whole being a henchmen thing a shot, Rahne didn’t quite expect that she would end up face to face with the Riddler for a proper interview. The texting answers to riddles from anonymous numbers, sure. But an actual interview? Not exactly what she had in mind. Then again, it’s better than what’s she’s heard about trying out for Penguin. Which from her understanding, involves a sort of modern day gladiatorial combat. So as painfully awkward as this meeting was, she at least found solace in knowing it could be much worse.
-puzzlepiecesandinkblots
"So!" Edward finally speaks, looking at the paper in front of him. He is just as lost, if he's being honest. He's never actually conducted an interview. A brain itch, this is.
"why do you want the job? And what makes you think you're qualified?"
“I want this job, because…” Rahne’s mind blanked for a moment. Damn nerves. She hasn’t had the best track record in terms of interviews. Between the one where her father spoke for her the entire time, and the one where she was never called back, Rahne can’t really say she’s had a successful interview all on her own. Much less one applying for a dangerous criminal’s organization.
“Because I need the money.” And she’s pretty sure she’s blown it.
"I... Suppose that's as much of a reason as any," he murmurs, feeling refreshed that the answer is at least honest. He sighs, placing the paper down and leaning back.
"How are you with engineering and craftsmanship?"
“Well, I have experience in engineering. I’ve taken a few classes in middle and high school. Been a part of a robotics team and day camp. I’ve even been told I could make a gifted engineer given the talent for math and science when I was a kid. But honestly, I struggle understanding some of it…” Rahne confessed. “Oh, but I’m still very interested in learning! I like knowing how things work!” She quickly added with enthusiasm. After all, she didn’t want to give of the impression that she was willfully ignorant at the very least.
“That being said, I would say my skills at craftsmanship are much better by comparison. I wouldn’t say they’re perfect, but you know how the creative types are. ‘You’re your own worst critic.’” Rahne said. She needed to make sure Riddler understood she wasn’t completely useless, that she had some level of competence. But at the same time, Rahne couldn’t shake the feeling she may come across as arrogant or a liar. Something told her she wasn’t quite skating the line of confident and humble as well as she had hoped.
Edward gives her a deadpan look, his glasses sliding down on his nose as if putting their two cents in.
After a second, he raises an eyebrow before sitting back. "And do you have any proof of this? Anything you can show me as an example of skill?"
“Well, I’m an artist. So I do have good hand-eye coordination. I’ve also DIY’ed some stuff around my house. Fixing a broken toilet chain, adjusting the hinges on my door, my bookshelves, fixing jewelry and clothes. Mostly basic stuff, but I believe that just highlights my eagerness to learn.”
I pull out my phone from my pocket. “I also have pictures of my work on here. But I turned it off so no one could track me to your… lair?”
"You realize how much you'll have to learn to even amount to being capable as my assistant?"
He finally pushes his glasses up before reaching under the table to grab something. When he pulls it out, Rahne can see that it looks to be a simple, unsolved rubix cube.
"solve this. Every thirty second it's not solved, it'll shock you," he explains, setting it in front of her.
Rahne looks at the cube. She looks at Riddler, and then back to the cube. “Could I see your gloves for a sec?” She asks, pointing at the work gloves Edward was currently wearing.
Edward gives a small hum, feigning indifference as he hands her the gloves. The man would never admit that he already likes her minds problem solving ability.
“Thank you.” Rahne said, nodding politely as she carefully took the gloves from Edward. She slipped them on her hands and gave them an extra tug at the wrists. She couldn’t help but notice they were a bit big on her much smaller hands. Rahne didn’t mind though, and actually felt oddly pleased with the fact Riddler so gracefully lended them to her. Given his reputation, she honestly expected him to rudely tell her no and to just deal with it.
Without further ado, Rahne picked up the unsolved cube. She turned it over in her hands a few times, before carefully turning the pieces, trying to logic out the puzzle. After some seconds pass, Rahne heard the faint hum of electricity, and then a crackle as the cube turned to a small ball of lightning. “Agh!” She yelped, instinctively jutting her arms forward, holding it away from her.
Getting flashbacks to the spandex era…
Even I have to agree that it’s cringe. Very silly, but not exactly in a fun, whimsical way.
Rahne stared quietly across the desk at Riddler, patiently waiting for him to speak or ask her a question. When she decided to give the whole being a henchmen thing a shot, Rahne didn’t quite expect that she would end up face to face with the Riddler for a proper interview. The texting answers to riddles from anonymous numbers, sure. But an actual interview? Not exactly what she had in mind. Then again, it’s better than what’s she’s heard about trying out for Penguin. Which from her understanding, involves a sort of modern day gladiatorial combat. So as painfully awkward as this meeting was, she at least found solace in knowing it could be much worse.
-puzzlepiecesandinkblots
"So!" Edward finally speaks, looking at the paper in front of him. He is just as lost, if he's being honest. He's never actually conducted an interview. A brain itch, this is.
"why do you want the job? And what makes you think you're qualified?"
“I want this job, because…” Rahne’s mind blanked for a moment. Damn nerves. She hasn’t had the best track record in terms of interviews. Between the one where her father spoke for her the entire time, and the one where she was never called back, Rahne can’t really say she’s had a successful interview all on her own. Much less one applying for a dangerous criminal’s organization.
“Because I need the money.” And she’s pretty sure she’s blown it.
"I... Suppose that's as much of a reason as any," he murmurs, feeling refreshed that the answer is at least honest. He sighs, placing the paper down and leaning back.
"How are you with engineering and craftsmanship?"
“Well, I have experience in engineering. I’ve taken a few classes in middle and high school. Been a part of a robotics team and day camp. I’ve even been told I could make a gifted engineer given the talent for math and science when I was a kid. But honestly, I struggle understanding some of it…” Rahne confessed. “Oh, but I’m still very interested in learning! I like knowing how things work!” She quickly added with enthusiasm. After all, she didn’t want to give of the impression that she was willfully ignorant at the very least.
“That being said, I would say my skills at craftsmanship are much better by comparison. I wouldn’t say they’re perfect, but you know how the creative types are. ‘You’re your own worst critic.’” Rahne said. She needed to make sure Riddler understood she wasn’t completely useless, that she had some level of competence. But at the same time, Rahne couldn’t shake the feeling she may come across as arrogant or a liar. Something told her she wasn’t quite skating the line of confident and humble as well as she had hoped.
Edward gives her a deadpan look, his glasses sliding down on his nose as if putting their two cents in.
After a second, he raises an eyebrow before sitting back. "And do you have any proof of this? Anything you can show me as an example of skill?"
“Well, I’m an artist. So I do have good hand-eye coordination. I’ve also DIY’ed some stuff around my house. Fixing a broken toilet chain, adjusting the hinges on my door, my bookshelves, fixing jewelry and clothes. Mostly basic stuff, but I believe that just highlights my eagerness to learn.”
I pull out my phone from my pocket. “I also have pictures of my work on here. But I turned it off so no one could track me to your… lair?”
"You realize how much you'll have to learn to even amount to being capable as my assistant?"
He finally pushes his glasses up before reaching under the table to grab something. When he pulls it out, Rahne can see that it looks to be a simple, unsolved rubix cube.
"solve this. Every thirty second it's not solved, it'll shock you," he explains, setting it in front of her.
Rahne looks at the cube. She looks at Riddler, and then back to the cube. “Could I see your gloves for a sec?” She asks, pointing at the work gloves Edward was currently wearing.
Rahne stared quietly across the desk at Riddler, patiently waiting for him to speak or ask her a question. When she decided to give the whole being a henchmen thing a shot, Rahne didn’t quite expect that she would end up face to face with the Riddler for a proper interview. The texting answers to riddles from anonymous numbers, sure. But an actual interview? Not exactly what she had in mind. Then again, it’s better than what’s she’s heard about trying out for Penguin. Which from her understanding, involves a sort of modern day gladiatorial combat. So as painfully awkward as this meeting was, she at least found solace in knowing it could be much worse.
-puzzlepiecesandinkblots
"So!" Edward finally speaks, looking at the paper in front of him. He is just as lost, if he's being honest. He's never actually conducted an interview. A brain itch, this is.
"why do you want the job? And what makes you think you're qualified?"
“I want this job, because…” Rahne’s mind blanked for a moment. Damn nerves. She hasn’t had the best track record in terms of interviews. Between the one where her father spoke for her the entire time, and the one where she was never called back, Rahne can’t really say she’s had a successful interview all on her own. Much less one applying for a dangerous criminal’s organization.
“Because I need the money.” And she’s pretty sure she’s blown it.
"I... Suppose that's as much of a reason as any," he murmurs, feeling refreshed that the answer is at least honest. He sighs, placing the paper down and leaning back.
"How are you with engineering and craftsmanship?"
“Well, I have experience in engineering. I’ve taken a few classes in middle and high school. Been a part of a robotics team and day camp. I’ve even been told I could make a gifted engineer given the talent for math and science when I was a kid. But honestly, I struggle understanding some of it…” Rahne confessed. “Oh, but I’m still very interested in learning! I like knowing how things work!” She quickly added with enthusiasm. After all, she didn’t want to give of the impression that she was willfully ignorant at the very least.
“That being said, I would say my skills at craftsmanship are much better by comparison. I wouldn’t say they’re perfect, but you know how the creative types are. ‘You’re your own worst critic.’” Rahne said. She needed to make sure Riddler understood she wasn’t completely useless, that she had some level of competence. But at the same time, Rahne couldn’t shake the feeling she may come across as arrogant or a liar. Something told her she wasn’t quite skating the line of confident and humble as well as she had hoped.
Edward gives her a deadpan look, his glasses sliding down on his nose as if putting their two cents in.
After a second, he raises an eyebrow before sitting back. "And do you have any proof of this? Anything you can show me as an example of skill?"
“Well, I’m an artist. So I do have good hand-eye coordination. I’ve also DIY’ed some stuff around my house. Fixing a broken toilet chain, adjusting the hinges on my door, my bookshelves, fixing jewelry and clothes. Mostly basic stuff, but I believe that just highlights my eagerness to learn.”
I pull out my phone from my pocket. “I also have pictures of my work on here. But I turned it off so no one could track me to your… lair?”
