Just Call Me The Riddlet

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Reblog this or die.

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Could you pls do a Bruce Wayne imagine where you are both vigilantes and he finds out the readers true identity one night and then they kiss?

I love this idea! I’m releasing a new series that plays on this idea. Would you like to be tagged in any future installments of the series?

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New Series

Gotham! Bruce Wayne x Reader (Season 4-5)

Y/N never thought she was extraordinary...except, when she could sneak out of her father's Gotham City apartment at night and become the fabled Night Terror. Beneath a mask of leather, the young woman defends her small sector of Gotham from the savages hidden in the shadows.

Besides her nightly vigilance, she feels stuck. Night Terror and her monthly teas with her father's old army buddy, Alfred, are the only thing that's keeping her going (especially when the charming billionaire Bruce Wayne happens to be there). That is until she runs into another masked vigilante keen on ridding Gotham of Penguin's legalized crime.

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Spoilers for Gotham Finale

Y’all may disown me for this, but the Gotham series finale was thoroughly disappointing. It seemed like an anticlimactic mess full of rudimentary dialogue. Both Gordon (McKenzie) and Barbra (Richards) showed absolutely NO affection towards their daughter. The recast of Selina was awful. Not that the actress was bad, but we deserved to see our Selina in the final. The Riddler and Penguin storylines were TERRIBLE! How in the world did Penguin get FAT while in prison? And why was Ed in Arkham and Oswald in Blackgate? The episode seemed very rushed and thrown together at the last minute. The episode resembled a kindergartener’s craft project; stuck together by glue sticks and collapsing at the seams. I’ve never been a fan of Robin’s over-acting (sorry), but this episode was his worst. By far. He screams almost all of his lines despite the situation. Sad? Yelling. Happy? Yelling. Cory overacted too, but not to the same extent. I swear he let out one of those annoying laughs every chance he got. The best performance was Francesca’s (Echo) despite her dying in the first half of the episode. Even Cameron’s performance was a bit dry. Then again, the script didn’t leave him much to work with.

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Revamp!

Attention followers,

I know I have been rather absent as of late, but I have returned. I will be revamping my entire blog and will soon publish (much) better stories. Stay tuned

SEND IN ANY REQUESTS IF YOU HAVE THEM

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Jerome Valeska - Pure Imagination

I don’t own any of the clips/characters/music in this video. I just edited for entertainment purposes.

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The Sister of the Penguin (2)

Jerome Valeska x Reader

PART ONE: https://riddlersriddlet.tumblr.com/post/174123328311/imagine-being-oswalds-younger-sister-and

The events are slightly out of order but nonetheless, this is fanfiction. The plot manipulation makes sense I promise:)

Plot: Oswald, your brother, reveals to you why he’s so adamant about allowing you and Jerome to work together. Reluctantly agreeing to your brother’s plan, you go to your room to turn in for the night. However, a certain ginger is already in your room waiting for you. 

To say you were even remotely looking forward to working with Jerome on his terrible plan would be the overstatement of the century. If it hadn’t been Oswald’s continuous begging, you surely would’ve denied Jerome’s request and fled to the Narrows until the event blew over.

“This could put us back on the map Y/N!” Oswald had told you in a much too excited tone. “Imagine the money.”

You sighed embarrassed, though not at all shocked, by your brother’s greed. “Imagine the lives lost Os. I don’t trust Jerome as far as I could throw him.”

Oswald shushed you, frantically waving his hands around. “Quiet down, he could hear you.”

You hadn’t realized you’d raised your voice nor had you realized Jerome was staying in your mansion.

“You mean he’s here?” You questioned quietly, heeding your brother’s warning to lower your voice.

“In the guest room down the hall from yours. Now that Zsasz is gone, I need someone strong to watch over Jerome.”

“You really think I’m capable?” You asked with a laugh.

“Truthfully no,” You rolled your eyes at Oswald’s bluntness. “But I noticed the way Jerome was looking at you.”

Realization hit you like a truck. Oswald was a master manipulator, perhaps even on the level of the psychopath Jerome. “So that’s why you made me wear that black dress. You wanted to draw his attention to me.”

“Precisely.”

“So you basically opted to pimp out your sister for the chance at regaining influence?” You asked your brother, arms crossed over your chest and an angry look on your face.

“I’m not pimping you out Y/N,” Oswald began, angered so much so that he jerked forwards causing the hair on the top of his head to move. “Surely you trust me?”

“I don’t know why you’re the one getting upset. Os you know I’ve never had any luck with guys, or even girls for that matter.”

“Y/N, I think you’re just afraid.”

Your brother’s words were like a harpoon to the heart. You really were afraid. Oswald had always been able to read you extremely well and it was no wonder he knew exactly why you were so hesitant to team up with the murderous carrot top.

You sighed signaling to Oswald that he was right. Your brother dropped the topic, not wanting to press you any harder.

“Just know that if I thought there was even a slim chance that you’d get killed, I wouldn’t let you go through with it. Before Mom died I-“ You reached a hand out to comfort your brother. “I made a promise to protect you. You are the signal most important person in my life.”

Oswald’s words let you know that he was afraid too, maybe not as much as you were, but your older brother definitely had his concerns.

“Let me use the old silver revolver tomorrow and we’ll be even.” You joked. Oswald smiled.

“Of course,” your brother replied. “Now get some sleep if you can. You and Jerome have a big day tomorrow.”

With one last hug, you turned towards the staircase and ascended up to the second floor. You stopped abruptly in front of the door to your bedroom. An unexplainable itch spread over your chest, penetrating you to your core. There was something off, something not right.

There was someone in your room.

Grabbing the knife you always kept in the holster strapped to your thigh, you slowly twisted the ornate doorknob before abruptly swinging the heavy wooden door open.

Were your eyes deceiving you or was Jerome Valeska really perched upon your bed, curled up in your emerald duvet looking through old Cobblepot family albums?

“Those are private.” You said closing the door with your foot. You gently slid the knife back into its holster.

“Not anymore.” Jerome cackled, not even looking up from the picture he was currently staring at.

You rolled your eyes and removed your heels before tossing them into the corner of your room. (You had been tempted to throw one at the ginger’s head.)

“What are you staring at so hard?” You questioned Jerome. You stalked towards him, removing your jewelry as you did so.

“A picture of you, doll.”

Jerome’s comment caught you off guard. You shifted your gaze down towards the album in the red-head’s lap. Sure enough, he was staring at a photo of you. An old photo, dating back to your first day of school.

“What’s so enrapturing about five year old me?” You questioned with a laugh. Then the thought hit you. Could Jerome really be manipulating you? Was he truly interested in family photos (photos of you for that matter) or did he simply want to get on Oswald’s good side through you?

No matter, two could play at this game.

“Do you mind, Jerome?” You asked the psycho ginger before turning around and pulling your hair to the side in order to expose the zipper that ran down the back of your dress.

In a brief moment, Jerome crept on icy hand up from the small of your back to the zipper. Gently tugging down slowly exposing your smooth back, Jerome’s hands lingered for longer than necessary just above your rear. He stealthily crept his hands back up to your shoulders before sliding the dress down your arms. You stopped the satin dress from falling to quickly though, allowing Jerome just a small, teasing glance of your chest.

“I’ve got to get ready for bed,” You began as you walked over to your armoire picking out a red silk nightgown. Jerome hadn’t moved from his place on your bed nor had his eyes unanchored themselves from your frame. “That was your cue to leave.”

With a smirk, Jerome moved off your bed and out of your room; though not before standing under the threshold sending you a cartoonish bow.

That night you didn’t get much sleep. Your mind had no way of ceasing to relish in the feeling of Jerome’s hands on your exposed skin when he had unzipped your dress.

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Dating Ed Nygma Would Include...

Requested by @twisted--tragedy

Warning: A lil smutty at some parts

PRE RIDDLER

•You were in your freshmen year of medschool and had somehow scored the internship of a lifetime- you were going to be the assistant to the Foresnic Pathologist, Edward Nygma

•It didn’t take long for you to realize why most people looked at you with pity when you told them you were the intern working with Ed

-Nygma was odd, and his riddles incessant. It was almost as if he spoke in code; it was a workout deciphering what he was really telling you

-Eventually you got the hang of his riddles and even started getting most of them right. Nygma’s aura of oddness was contagious too, and you found your inner nerd coming out every time you two spoke

•Jim and Harvey would often tease you about having to work with Nygma. Though they didn’t mean to be so hateful, it came across as so. You began to ignore them, or change the topic anytime your boss found his way into your conversations

-Ed heard you stand up for him during a conversation one time. He realized that finally, for the first time in his life, he had a friend that truly loved him and cherished his quirks

•It didn’t take long for the two of you the start showing physical signs of your mutual attraction. A gentle brush of the hand here and there, a hug that lingered too long for friends yet somehow not long enough for lovers

-“Ed can you pass me the tweezers?”

“Sure!” Ed would reply before literally grabbing your hand and placing the tweezers between your fingers

-He was entirely awkward, but somehow entirely...sexy

•You were the one to ask Ed out on a date. There was a new crime drama on Netflix that you and Ed were dying to watch. So, the two of you agreed to meet at your quaint apartment for the premiere of the new show

-The two of you ended up binging the entire series that night

-“Oh that’s entirely inaccurate! Blood doesn’t spew like that!”

“Well he did just sever an artery. And the script probably called for the spewing blood so...”

•Ending up kissing Ed as the last episode ended. His lips were soft against your own. He kissed back, unskilled and clumsy. Ed tasted of green apples. It was a strange taste to feel upon your tongue

-You knew it couldn’t of been Ed’s first kiss...perhaps it had been his first in a while

-Mustering up the courage hidden deep in his bones, Ed leaned forward to kiss you again this time more rough and passionate. You pulled you gently upon his lap. You gladly obliged, wanting to make the space between your two bodies inexistent

•You two dated for a year before you noticed anything stranger than his normal strangeness. Then...the voice started.

RIDDLER ED

•He has killed Kristen Kringle. Your sweet Ed took the life of a coworker. Kristen was not quite a friend, but it still stung knowing that she was gone. But when Ed called you to his appartment to confess something to you one night, you uncovered the true story

-“I killed her Y/N. She’ll never be able to take control over my vulnerable side again.”

“Ed you’re scaring me. You didn’t really kill someone did you?”

-He didn’t reply. Instead, Ed looked down to you with a wicked smile. You tried to step back but realized that there was no where to go. Your back was pinned against the front door.

-“This is where I did it you know. I strangled her.”

“Who Ed?” You begged him for an answer.

“I think you know.”

-Why hadn’t you seen it before! Of course Ed killed Kristen! It all made sense now, everything was coming together.

-“Is there someone else in there with you?” You asked your boyfriend of 18 months. His wicked smile only grew. “Just give me this...how did it feel?”

“Beautiful.”

•Something strange happened then. From the depths of somewhere dark, cast away in the chasms of the most primal parts of the brain, you felt the strangest urge to kiss him. You tried to contain yourself, but couldn’t resist those ancient instincts. You snaked your arms around his neck, and pulled him down to your lips kissing the life out of him.

-Ed lifted you by the waist before tossing you down onto the nearby bed. You could feel a sting where his hands had just been; it was a mix of pain and longing. His touch mimicked that of a drug. You had to have his touch.

-Ed, no longer restricted by his normal selfdoubt and social awkwardness delicately removed his top revealing a marble white torso. Ed definitely wasn’t built, yet still had a fair amount of muscle that was visible when he stretched. He looked to you with pleading eyes, almost begging if he could remove your top. You nodded before placing a gentle kiss on his lips. But Ed didn’t want to be gentle. He roughly seized a fistful of hair and pulled you to his lips

•Ed had awoken something evil from With one you. A dark force that you’d somehow concealed or blatantly didn’t know had exsisted for your entire life thus far

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Ed and Lee’s relationship in a nutshell (I think I made this Nutella meme concept so give credits if you make something similar)

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[An idea I recieved from a tumblr anon:

“I just wanted to drop in and have you imagine for one moment reader rubbing lotion onto jerome’s scars and putting chapstick on his lips”]

Summary: You’re a medical doctor at Arkham Asylum, assigned to Gotham’s most dangerous criminal, Jerome Valeska.

You haven’t seen him in about a month due to him escaping Arkham again and today is his first day back.

However you’re shocked to see how horrible his re-attached skin is looking. You’d given him strict orders to apply a special cream to keep his skin moisturized, but he obviously has not been doing so.

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PLEASE READ THIS IMAGINE! This is undoubtably one of the best Jerome imagines out there!

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IMAGINE: Hanging out at Wayne Manor with Bruce when you get a mysterious message on your phone from a certain faceless redhead

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IMAGINE: Being Oswald’s younger sister and catching Jerome’s attention during the meeting of the Legion of Horribles

 Part 2: https://riddlersriddlet.tumblr.com/post/174575354666/the-sister-of-the-penguin-2

“Y/N!” You heard your brother Oswald call out from the dining room. You sighed as you fix the twisted strap of your black dress. You ran your comb through your hair for the hundredth time that day in order to make sure everything was perfect. 

 “Coming!” You echoed back to your brother. With one final look in the mirror, you turned towards the double doors that led into the dining room. Gently and as quietly as possible, you opened one of the doors just wide enough for you to creep through. 

 “Glad you could join us Y/N,” your brother said with a flat expression on his face. He gestured to the seat beside him. “Sit please.” 

 Everyone’s gaze shifted to you. You scanned the room quickly before looking back towards the oak floors beneath your black heels. You hadn’t noticed, but at the head of the table sat Jerome Valeska. Back in Arkham, Oswald had mentioned to him about his younger sister Y/N. Of course, Jerome’s interest was peaked. The penguin has a sister? Jerome was stunned. Especially when you walked into the room, black dress cascading down your body, hair like a veil of perfection framing your gorgeous face. 

 You sat down quietly by your brother who pat your knee reassuringly. Oswald was sly about it of course, not wanting to show any form of affection towards you in front of Gotham’s most fearsome villains.

 The meeting continued on in long lulls. Your eyes felt as if they’d close any moment. You pinched your wrist gently straining to keep yourself awake. You’d noticed halfway through the meeting a pair of brown eyes that refused to emit you from their gaze. Jerome. Was he planning your death? Was this all some trick? Did he want to hold you and Oswald hostage and demand a ransom? 

Finally, the meeting of the Legion of Horribles was dismissed. Everyone dispersed from the room and headed to their assigned locations. Oswald hobbled out leaving only you and Jerome sitting at near opposite ends of the long cherry wood table. 

 “You’re with me tomorrow,” Said Jerome in his croaky voice.

 “Huh?” You questioned. “Lost in thought eh? I said, you’re with me tomorrow. During our terrible takeover, you’re with me.” 

 “Right.” You replied, too terrified to say anything else. Slowly, Jerome stood from his chair at the head of the table and approached you. He stood behind your chair; his breath oozing down your neck, his hands laid atop your shoulders, his lips by your ear. 

 “We’re going to have so much fun together.” Jerome whispered before kissing you on the cheek. 

 PART 2: https://riddlersriddlet.tumblr.com/post/174575354666/the-sister-of-the-penguin-2

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I woke up at 1:23 this morning, made this, then proceeded to go back to sleep

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IMAGINE: Being Jerome’s girlfriend and him coming to get you out of solitary confinement when he breaks out of Arkham *********** “Surprise!” Jerome exclaimed happily as he stalked down the hallway towards your cell. He was followed closely behind by Scarecrow and Mad Hatter. “Puddin’!” You shouted back just as eagerly. It had been three agonizing weeks since you’d last seen Jerome. To you, those few weeks felt like months. “I’ve come to rescue ya darling.” Jerome waved a ring of keys around before inserting the furthest key to the left into the lock of your cell door. “Jerome!” You said before leaping into your boyfriend’s arms. He stumbled for a moment before quickly regaining his balance and twirling you around in his arms. “C’mon Y/N,” Jerome began, “we’ve got a city to turn mad!”

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Requested by @centerhabit ********* You were over the moon once you found out you’d been accepted into the GCPD’s internship program. You were currently a junior in college on the road to medical in order to study forensic pathology. “Mr. Gordon?” You quietly asked the man standing in front of you. “Y/N I presume?” He replied with a small smile. You nodded, still overwhelmed by his presence. “Yes sir.” “Great. Follow me then.” Jim Gordon walked you to the back of the GCPD off to where the medical examiners office was located. “Nygma!” Gordon shouted as he pounded on the door you assumed led into the examination room. “Yes?” A scrawny man stood on the other side of the door. He wore glasses over top his chocolate brown eyes and a white apron overtop blue scrubs. Nygma’s eyes trailed over to you. “Oh! Oh dear! Y/N, I forgot you’d be starting today. Goodness I’m sorry I’m not sure if I’m ready-“ Gordon gave you a gentle nudge into the examination room before slamming the door closed. ••••••• A month passed. Your internship at the GCPD got better and better everyday. You found a friend in both Edward and Jim, even though you could tell Ed got on the detective’s nerves quite often. You loved Ed’s riddles, and he loved trying to stump you. Every morning, Ed would greet you with a riddle. If you got it right, he’d have to get the coffee from the break room. If you got it wrong, Ed would make you fetch the bitter morning drink. This particular morning, Ed was off in the break room making coffee while you remained in the examination room performing an autopsy on a murder victim. There were no signs of poison, yet the color of his skin pointed to just that. Both you and Ed were totally stumped. You continued to contemplate the possible causes of death before the answer finally occurred to you. “Eureka!” You exclaimed happily before rushing from the examination office calling out Ed’s name. You were about to enter the break room to inform Ed of your revelation. Your hand hovered over the door nob. Ed was whispering to himself...about you. “Y/N, do you want to-no no that’s not right. Y/N, I like you. Do you possibly want to-“ Ed continued with his ramblings. You smiled to yourself, flattered by his whispers. Truth was, you had feeling for Ed as well. What wasn’t there to like? He was smart, attractive, a little odd. Perfect to you. Just as you were about to open the door and confront Ed when the door nob twisted and it opened. Your eyes anchored themselves on Ed’s chest before your gaze trailed up to his eyes. “Y/N! How much did you hear?” “Everything.” You replied before standing on your tiptoes to kiss him.

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Requested by @thickzemer REQUEST: “Heyy I loooooove your work ! Can you do a Bruce imagine of him in like S4 where he gets all jealous and protective of you, and you see a side to him you had never seen and there’s some fluff and you guys make out at the end?” ************ Y/B/F=Your best friend ************* After killing Ra’s al Ghul, Bruce had become increasingly distant. You were hurt, and couldn’t seem to realize why he was distancing himself from you instead of talking out his problems. After all, the two of you were an (unofficial) couple. But after the last few week’s events, you weren’t entirely sure if Bruce still had feelings for you. Your friends had invited you out to the arcade that night. Of course, you were a little disappointed Bruce wouldn’t be tagging along. You’d texted him an invite, but he’d never replied. You and Y/B/F were involved in a rather aggressive round of air hockey when a group of boys around your age approached you and your friend. “I call playing you next,” one of the boys said to you with a wink. You were caught a little off guard. You hadn’t been flirted with in awhile. Your mind drifted off to Bruce. “I win!” Y/B/F exclaimed excitedly. You were snapped out of your thoughts at their victorious chanting. “No fair! I was distracted!” You replied with a laugh. Your best friend sent you an apologetic shrug before stepping aside and allowing the cute boy to take her place. “I hope you’re ready,” he said before flashing you a toothy grin. “I hope you’re ready,” you challenged, arching an eyebrow. The two of you were on your third round (you’d won the first two) before you felt two rough hand wrap around your waist. You turned around in a panic expecting a stranger to be wrapping you in their embrace. It was Bruce. As soon as you spun around to face him, he roughly pulled you into his lips. You kissed back without hesitation, completely neglecting your air hockey game. “Can I talk to you?” Bruce said. He looked forward towards the boy who you’d just been annihilating in air hockey moments ago. “Outside. In my car. Alone.” You nodded. You then pulled out your phone to text your friend that Bruce had shown up and would likely be giving you a ride home (or a ride to Wayne Manor to spend the night.) As soon as you stepped outside of the confines of the arcade out into Gotham’s night, Bruce removed his arm from around your waist and pinned you up against the rough exterior of the building. He kissed you roughly. Bruce’s hands roamed up and down your sides and across your back. You moaned into the kiss further encouraging his actions. “What’s gotten into you?” You asked out of breath. Bruce pecked you on the lips. “I’ve neglected you for the past few weeks and I’m sorry. I came here to apologize, but when I saw you with that guy, I felt this unexplainable rage wash over me.” Bruce paused for a moment. “Y/N, I think I may love you.” “You may love me?” You retorted playfully. “Scratch that,” replied Bruce with a smile, “I know I love you.” And you were kissing again, much softer this time but just as passionate. The two of you walked over to his car and hopped in. The two of you piled into the backseat. “You’re hands are freezing Bruce,” You said with a giggle as he snaked his calloused fingers up you torso. Both of your shirts had been discarded almost as soon as you piled into the car. “It’s getting late,” Bruce said out of breath. “You want to spend the night with me?” “Always. And Bruce? I love you too.”

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IMAGINE: Being Jerome’s secret love interest and being his cell neighbor. After a rough day, the two of you get into a heated make-out session Warning: Dirty talk and Smut. This is the first time I’ve ever written smut. I hope it’s not too dirty (I had to cut a lot of what I originally wrote out) ************* It had been a particularly rough day in Arkham. The voices had been louder than ever, whispering to you; telling you horrible things about yourself. It was hard not to listen. Jerome hadn’t shown up for lunch that day. After attempting to kill a guard, he was put in solitary confinement for 3 weeks. Between the voices and loneliness, you felt as if you were about to snap. “Hey doll,” a voice, Jerome’s voice, said from down in the vent. You rolled out of bed slowly, making your way over to your love. “Hi J,” You said before kissing him through the metal bars. “Long day?” Jerome asked. Jerome had always been able to read you extremely well. Perhaps that’s why the two of you were such a great fit. “Very.” Jerome puckered his lips up, signaling he wanted you to kiss him again. You gladly obliged. Squeezing your face against the cool metal, you and Jerome’s lips touched again. This time, his tongue snaked out of his mouth into yours. “I can’t wait to touch you again,” Jerome moaned between kisses. “To feel your soft flesh. Kiss every inch of your body. Feel your walls wrapped tightly around me...fuck you until you can’t walk.” You wish you could’ve taken Jerome right then and there. In that moment, you didn’t care that you were in an asylum. You had to have Jerome. He bit down on your bottom lip, pulling it back with his teeth. Lip biting was a major turn on for you. You could feel your panties dampen and your pussy begin to ache. The bars were just wide enough that you could sneak a hand through. You crept down towards the large bulge in Jerome’s pants before gently palming him through his soft cotton uniform. “Give me a smile.” Said Jerome. “No.” You replied playfully. You pulled your hand away before slamming the vent closed, leaving Jerome to want more of you.