Call me Abby. I go by she/they and this my Riddler sideblog ^~^
I do headcanons and one-shots about the Riddler (more on X readers, really) maybe some day I'll incorporate other villains in this blog but for now I'll stick with these dork asses: The Riddler, Scarecrow, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, and Music Meister.
Feel free to send in thoughts, submissions and generally interact, I'd love to simp for the loveable scoundrel that is Eddie with someone.
The moment Jason opened his eyes, he knew that today was going to be one of those days. And he had no one but himself to blame for it. All week you'd been telling him to take it easy, to slow down, but without the symptoms flaring, he felt untouchable, so he waved you off and ignored you and now here he was. In bed, unable to move without his joints screaming in pain.
"Babe?" He called out. No answer came.
Thankfully, the room was still dark. Curtains drawn but the light underneath showed that it was well into the afternoon. Hence, you weren't there. Probably busy with daily errands and stuff.
He rolled over with a groan and the door opened to the apartment.
"That you?" He asked, his voice cracking.
"Who else would it be?" You called back. "Get up, sleepy. It's almost 1. I'm already done with our-" You entered the room and your face dropped. "The week finally caught up to you, hm?" You asked softly, reaching and sitting on the bed. Jason gave a pouty nod and you smoothed out his hair. "Do I say I told you so or you know?"
"I know..." He whined. "I think last night really did it."
Between going for patrol every night without a break, working in the garage on his new project and last night's gala- Jason Todd's body was reminding him that he was a very fragile human, still.
"How about I get you some food so you can take your pills?" You spoke gently, fingers still in his hair to help him relax. "Then we can see if you need any injections or not."
He nodded, hesitating at first. "Maybe call Roy or Kyle. You might need help in moving me."
"Let's see if the pills help or not first." You asked and he nodded again, eyes closing.
An hour later, after you helped him wash his face and brush his teeth in bed, a bit of food and water and all his pills- He was sitting up, resting against the headboard. His laboured breath was calmer now, and his voice no longer as cracking as it had been when he'd woken up.
"You think you can get up to go to the bathroom or should I bring the-" You started but he shook his head.
"I think I could manage. Using that thing makes me feel like I'm 100 years old." He sighed, leaning his head back. "Hey- Maybe we could... maybe I could have a smoke? Medical properties and all-" He smiled, wiggling his brows.
You gave him a look then an eyeroll. "No. You get too thirsty and then you throw up."
"Cruel and abusive-" He pouted, trying his best at puppy eyes, which admittedly did make you giggle but it was shortlived because he took a sharp breath and closed his eyes tightly.
"Jay? Honey?" You asked, worry lacing your voice.
"I'm fine- Just- Just dizzy-" He whispered, waiting for the wave to pass.
You two sat in silence as he took deep breaths and you caressed the back of his hand and inside his forearm.
"Better?" You asked after a few minutes and he opened his tired eyes, nodding.
"This sucks." He sighed softly.
"It does but I'm here." You gave him an assuring smile.
"You say that now..." He frowned, looking away but not pulling away.
"I've been saying for three years, I'll keep saying it for 30 more." You gave his hand a squeeze.
"Ah- So, 31 years is the threshold, huh?" He joked and you rolled your eyes again. "Can I get a kiss?" He said softly, and you leaned in to give him one. "Hmmm... maybe a few more. Might help." He suggested as you pulled back.
"You're a menace." You shook your head but scooted closer. "How about one for every joint that hurts?" You kissed him again.
"Mhm- Might need a double dose-" He smiled, hand slipping close to cradle your jaw.
"Greedy- Greedy-" You mumbled and kissed him again.
AnxiousAttachment!Jason who needed to constantly have his hands on you, even when you need space
"Can you stop? I just need a minute." You'd ask after a long day. And while he cared he didn't care. "What, I can't touch you now? It's a crime to want to touch you and be close to you?" He'd argue back before dipping his head into the juncture of your shoulder from behind, his arms wrapping around your middle
AnxiousAttachment!Jason who texts you at two am for your reassurance when he's on patrol and those pesky thoughts get too loud. His mind won't stop racing until you answer him
"hey i know you're sleeping but you still love me right? you're not going to leave?" "i just feel like i can be doing more. am i doing enough?" "please stop ignoring me" "baby i just need to know i'm doing right by you"
He rushes to your apartment when you don't reply, gently waking you up just to talk to you
AnxiousAttachment!Jason who picks up on your moods instantly. He blames it on being raised by Bruce, he's an expert on reading body language. So if you seem even just a little bit off, he's spiraling
"Why'd you turn away from me? What did I do?" when you shift in the car. When you come home tired from work he's asking, "is it because I forgot to take the trash out? I'll do it right now. And don't worry about the dishes, I'll get those too." God forbid you don't laugh at his jokes the way you usually do, "hey, you're not mad at me are you?"
AnxiousAttachment!Jason who watches you out of the corner of his eye when you're on your phone. His mood instantly sours when he catches you laughing at the screen
"What's so funny, baby?" He asks as casually as possible. "Just my friend from work." You answer truthfully with an air of nonchalance that sets off alarms in Jason's mind. "Oh. Okay, that's cool... What's they're name?" He's ready to do an extensive background check to make sure they're not a threat to you or your relationship
AnxiousAttachment!Jason who lays awake at night when you're not with him, his thoughts spiraling
"They're gonna leave. I know it. Why would they stay? I have nothing to offer them. What, a once dead ex crime lord turned vigilante? Fuckin' stupid to think they see any future with me - shit there is no future with me."
He throws up from anxiety and finds his way to your apartment, breaking in through your bedroom window like he always did. He just needs to hold you, needs the proof that you're real and his
AnxiousAttachment!Jason who feels like his heart has been ripped out of his chest cavity when you spend your free time with your friends and not him
He knows, deep down, that there's nothing wrong with it. He loved that you have friends and he likes your friends well enough. But he always finds himself texting you against his better judgment. "Hey, having fun?" "When will you be back?" "Coming back anytime soon?" "Let me know when you're on your way and I'll order take out for us"
AnxiousAttachment!Jason who would rather die all over again than make himself look like a burden. His pesky little brain telling him that you'll leave if he does
"Jay, you gotta relax baby, you're injured. I got it taken care of." You try to tell him. But he insists "No, it's fine. I can still get up and help. I gotta get up and help" "because if I don't, you'll leave"
AnxiousAttachment!Jason who cries to you in bed in the dead of night where no one else can hear his anguish or ghosts from his past
"Just don't leave me, please. I know I'm not perfect, hell - I'm not even good - but please. You're my everything. I love you more than anything else in my worthless life." He sobs into your lap as you hold him when his anxiety gets the better of him. You've learned that what he needs is soft reassurances, gentle touches.
"I'm not going anywhere, Jay, I promise. I'm still here, aren't I?"
AnxiousAttachment!Jason who is just so emotionally draining to be with
just thinking of how sweet shinsou hitoshi can be on you.
typically, he’s the kind who’s more indifferent to others, not really caring much. mostly keeping himself to himself. (he thanks his oh so villainous quirk for that.)
however, when you bound into his life, at full force, at a speed that stokes a need to keep up with you, things change.
hitoshi would let you drain the life out of him if you could. there’s hardly anything he wouldn’t let you do to him anymore.
you shatter all the walls he so painstakingly built up over the years.
just an artful smile paired with a little discussion, and hitoshi is a ruined man.
you entice him.
and so, a quiet, soft kind of sweetness seeps out of him.
it starts small.
he tries to be inconspicuous. (he fails.)
the first bites and last bites of his food belong to you. he is sooo subtle about it. cans of your favourite drink mysteriously appear on your bag.
all you get in return when you interrogate him on it is a pretty picture of pink ears and a reluctant nod. anyone else asking him these questions and he would simply just walk away. he could never turn his back on you though.
hitoshi finds every excuse to to text you nonsense memes.
every now and again he gets scolded for sending so many texts. (it’s not his fault that your humour is encapsulated in almost every video on his page. you just need to see them, okay?)
he’s elated when you reply with voice messages detailing every thought that crosses your mind. he plays them on repeat when he misses you, the crackle of your voice through the phone just makes him crave you all the more.
touch becomes casual.
a warm hand on your head. his head in your lap, lavender hair tickling your bare thighs. a want for your attention grows inside him. it’s feel foreign but warm. he tries to satiate it, tries to be content with what he has already, but you indulge him.
you indulge him greatly, always talking to him with teasing lips that make him wonder what your teeth would feel like against his skin. he wants you to sink into him so bad.
the first time he kisses you, you’re on his lap, one hand on his chest and the other holding an eyeliner pen.
doing his makeup ends up half forgotten. the eyeliner ends up smudged, a little faded, a little worn due to both your moving and giggling, but it still looks good on him. unbelievably so.
you tell him exactly that and he buries his face into the crook of your neck to hide.
he allows you to cup his face and pull him closer, so close, breaths mingle. he’s sweet on you, sure! but, the way you have him addicted, wrapped around your fingers, makes it look like you’re the one who’s indulging him.
does it even matter in the end?
you kiss him again and again, and hitoshi chases after you every time. anything that he can give you, he’ll give it to you happily, no questions.
reverently, he lets you paw at him until the two of you are red in the face, lips swollen, necks littered with petals of hickeys.
this might be a bit sappy but like i like it 😭😭
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