hi Ri I hope you are doing well. If it isn't a problem may I ask how the BTAS Dork Squad+Penguin (I was tempted to add Secret Six Hatter but figured those 4 were enough) would react to the reader (either gn or fem) having a vivid nightmare about him cheating on her/them and how he would comfort her/them? It's up to you if you want to go into detailed headcanons or not. Either is fine with me. Have a great day/night <3
a/n: heyo! I can totally do this! for me to keep things organized in my masterlists I'm only going to do the btas dork squad plus penguin and will make a note to do secret six hatter later in his own separate post!
BTAS Dork Squad + Penguin React to Reader Having a Nightmare About Them Cheating
BTAS Riddler
You woke up to Edward shaking you. Tears spilling across your cheeks—unlike other nightmares you recalled this one clearly…
A nightmare based on an anxiety that haunts you night and day, that you try to keep at bay.
Edward almost feels guilty…even if he didn't actually commit the act of cheating…has he…not done enough to reassure your anxieties?
He's quick to put his hand on your shoulder and squeeze it reassuringly…reminding you that he's here, with you—there's nowhere else he'd rather be!
Edward Nygma, the Riddler, adores you and only you. Only you have solved the enigma that can be his heart…and no one else.
Him referring to his heart as a puzzle made you giggle a little, but it did make you feel special!
Edward wrapped his arms around you, and you rested your head on his chest…
You managed to fall back asleep to Edward kissing your head and his hands gently rubbing your back…
BTAS Mad Hatter
I don't know why but I feel like given what he's been through in Arkham, Jervis is a fairly light sleeper.
So, he jolts from bed when he hears what he can swear is weeping…his heart breaks when he sees your awake. Your back is toward him, but he can hear you sniffling, no doubt trying to wipe your tears…
Jervis' heart practically shatters when you tell him what your nightmare was about…Him? Ch-cheating on you?
His arms were around you in an instant, his head nestled in the crook of your neck and shoulder…
Jervis begins whispering reassurances in your ear. His arms tightening around your waist periodically.
He…he could never? Why would he ever? You know how much you mean to him…no one could even remotely compare…
Eventually, your nerves were able to calm down and your tears stopped…but his affections didn't stop.
He kissed your tear-stained cheeks, he caressed your face as you both settled back into bed. Jervis whispering how much he loves you—
BTAS Scarecrow
While Jonathan yearns to be the harbinger of nightmares to many…he never wants you to suffer from them or any fears in general.
He wakes up because he hears you, tearfully, crying out his name—yet your eyes were still closed…
When your eyes slowly blink open, Jonathan worriedly asked what's wrong…
Jonathan was in complete shock when you shakily explain you had a nightmare about him cheating on you…
He brought you into his arms, his hand caressing your back up and down.
Jonathan tells you how he could never leave you, no one could remotely hold a candle to you…to understand him and love him for all his faults as you do…He would be an absolute fool to ever cheat on you or leave you…
Hearing Jonathan be so…vulnerable and open with his feelings…not only was it…reassuring but it also just made you fall in love with him all over again…
BTAS Penguin
Oswald was stirred awake when his hand didn't meet your waist like it would many nights before.
Instead, it met your thigh, you were propped up in bed, breathing shakily and drinking some water.
When Oswald asked what was wrong…you were reluctant to answer…it was just a nightmare…but Oz thought it might make you feel better to talk about it.
He was shocked that your mind was so cruel as to conjure up such a scenario…
But he comforts you, takes your hand and clasps his hands around it.
Oswald couldn't imagine anyone else's laugh or smile he'd rather hear or see…he dreams about a life with you until he leaves this earth.
You've shown him such devoted and unconditional love…he wouldn't dare throw that away for anyone or anything.
After sharing a sweet kiss, you were able to go back to sleep and sleep peacefully with the one you love by your side.
Also I’d love to request another 100 word drabble! Fluff as well please!
This time BTAS Edward X Reader to where y/n creates their own riddle just for Edward to solve.
Edward adjusted his bowler hat atop his head, a smirk tugging at the edge of his lips as he examined the note you’d left on his desk – green ink, perfect penmanship, a question mark drawn in the corner.
A riddle? For me? he wondered.
Holding it between his fingers, he read it aloud, “Who’s clever, kind, and utterly impossible to outwit?” His brow furrowed, the answer coming to his mind immediately. Pride swelled in his stomach, knowing you’d crafted it for him specifically.
Turning on his heels, he found you there standing in the doorway, trying to hide a sly grin.
“Why, my dear, the answer is me of course,” he said, declaring it dramatically with a flourished wave of his hand.
You laughed, stepping forward as your lashes fluttered at him. “I thought you’d like it.” Your cheeks were tinged pink,
Edward’s grin softened as he shook his head, tucking the slip of paper carefully into the inner pocket of his jacket. “Finally,” he said, his voice low with affection. “A riddle worth solving.”
FINE, YOU TWISTED MY ARM. I want a date night with BTAS Riddler with his geeky S/O who loves videogames but especially Legend of Zelda. And by date night I mean multiple consecutive days in a row where they're going to marathon the games and geek out over the different aspects of them (the characters, the story, the technical parts, etc).
"Valentine's Video Games" BTAS Riddler X Reader (Valentine's Day Event 2025)
Yeah, I really twisted you around for it :P This ask is for the 2025 Valentine's Day Event.
TW: suggestive moments, nothing in detail
Edward was a romantic man when it came to Valentine's Day. For several years he had insisted on either taking you out or making a feast of his own for you- flowers and chocolates with cheesy cards he designed himself. A dance where he simply held you against his body and allowed the two of you to rock back and forth. Making sure you felt cherished as anyone could want.
This year you'd asked for something a little different. He'd had no plans and you had time off- Both of you adored video games particularly of the puzzle variety. What about a Legend of Zelda marathon? It had been a particular hyperfixation for you lately and it was one of his favorite series... It took him less than ten minutes to think it over and start planning.
Four days, two games: Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask. Including side quests, he averaged around 30 hours each between them. Not focusing on 100%-ing them... Yes, yes, it was doable with breaks between, including sleeping. It was just meant to be fun, anyways. Both of them had completed both games multiple times. It was rather like meeting with an old friend.
The morning it all began he woke up early and told you to go back to sleep. He'd built everything already, of course. It was merely putting it together. When you exited your room later in the morning, you were greeted with a wall of masks- all of the masks from Majora. When you walked past the bathroom, the gentle lull of the 'Great Fairy Fountain' theme drifted out. A lighting effect simulated the movement of reflected water along the walls.
A small hologram of Navi and Tatl chirped to life as you entered the living room. You looked around, spotting the cameras and mirrors being used to bring them to life from the ceiling. Navi's voice came through smaller speakers "Hello!" "Look!" as she flit about you. A Hyrule world map in rug form led you to the gaming set-up.
Your boyfriend sat on one of two green gaming chairs, each decorated with the twisting vines of the Deku forest, a tri-force symbol emblazoned on the back. On the table in front of the chairs were chocolate bonbons in the shape of bomb flowers. A teddy bear with Link's clothes sat in the chair meant for you. And Edward... oh, he looked so smug. The Tatl hologram called again for you to look at the double monitor set up for you both.
"What do you think?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
Your hands were at your mouth, stunned, "I... I don't even know where to start."
"I thought Ocarina of Time would be the place to start." He clicked his tongue, "Of course, unless you'd rather skip to the part where you ravish me for being the most considerate, loving genius you've ever known." A hand on his chest as he flourished.
"...Maybe if you'd included the master sword." You joked, "Otherwise, I think we'll have to start with the game."
It made him laugh, at least, "I'll keep that in mind. Apologies to not meet your grand expectations with my whimper of offerings."
The two of you took turns, though Edward mostly allowed you to take lead. Every once in a while if you had forgotten a puzzle, he would nudge you in the right direction. Because, well... Of course he had memorized all of it. As a joke, once you're done, he'll offer to complete it AGAIN right before your eyes. He then speedruns it in five minutes using tricks hidden within the structure of the games code.
He somehow has themed meals planned at every food break. Rock sirloin for the Gorons, seafood for the Zora, etc etc. The holograms of your fairy companions followed you through the living room- With the noticeable difference of Navi being slightly less chatty than she is in game. You were certain that was an included feature.
The times the two of you went to bed, he would flick them off. The fairy's can't be witness to such... lewd acts, he reasoned. He made each night as sweet or as sensual as the two of you were feeling in the moment. There was one night he allowed you to stay frustrated on a puzzle that always got you. That way, you could release the "pent up" anger all on him. It was certainly successful! ...If he was a little sore afterwards.
Majora's Mask he took slightly more hand in. It wasn't due to you lacking in ability, it was more his memorization of the "schedule" he liked to follow. The entire time, he told you fun facts- little things he'd picked up over time. His perspectives of the games in general. Somehow even if you moved the chairs, the two of you would slowly edge closer until they were together again as you played. Little touches here and there.
Then, the credits would roll for Majora's Mask. A third hologram had joined the fairies, that of the fairy ball Tael. Yet as the screen faded, the theme for Lost Woods continued. The trio of fairy's seemed to dance to it, circling around the monitors. A full heart container twirled to life into the screen. Green text began to blink to existence in a text box:
"Will you marry me?"
As you had begun to focus on the screen, Edward Nygma had quietly and gently moved the chair he was sitting in to crouch on the floor. There, in that comfortable and vulnerable space the two of you called your own, he was on one knee with a ring in his hand.
"When you suggested something different, well." He shrugged, "I certainly needed to keep you on your toes."
Little fireworks lit on the screens when you said yes.
BTAS Dork Squad going to S/O room and seeing her groaning on bed.
Them: What happened?
S/O : Drawing while being sick is the worst idea. My back hurts.
my stomach hurts
BTAS! Riddler, Mad hatter & Scarecrow x reader
Warnings & notes: short, Not properly proofread, could be ooc im still not confident with the BTAS versions
RIDDLER
“What’s the matter, dear?” Edward stepped into the room, slightly taken aback by the sight of you laying on the bed, groaning from pain.
“Remind me to not draw while sick. My back hurts. A lot.” You whined, Not turning to look back at him.
“Did I not tell you to stay in bed?” he said, clearly meaning ‘You should’ve just listened to me’. You swore you could hear a hint of smugness in his voice from being right.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. It’s boring as hell, though.” You complained, turning to look at him. “Could you… I don’t know, put on something for me to watch? A gameshow or somethin’?”
This made his eyes practically light up. He walked over to the television, turning on a gameshow – one of his favourites, actually. He then took a comfortable spot next to you on the bed, spending the rest of the evening with you.
MAD HATTER
“Oh dear oh dear, what’s the matter?” Jervis hastily asked as he hurried next to you, putting his hand on your forehead.
“Oh, I did some drawing.” you laughed, looking to the other side of the room where your desk was.
“But you’re sick!”
“Yeah, I know. Back hurts.” You responded, starting to sit up but groaning from the pain. “Yeah, nevermind. I’m a bit sicker than I first tought.” You laid back down, sighing.
“I’ll- I’ll get you some tea!” He exclaimed, practically running to the kitchen to get you a cup. It didn’t take him long to return with a white porcelain cup full of tea. He practically shoved it in in your hands as you managed to sit up to drink.
“Thanks, Jerv’. It’s delicious.” You complimented, smiling at him. Setting the cup on the nightstand, you laid back down onto the bed. “If you wanna, you could stay here to keep me company?”
SCARECROW
You practically fell down onto the bed, feeling your muscles relax as the soft material welcomed you. You groaned, the throbbing pain in your back stopping you from taking a more comfortable position. You heard the door open, Jonathan’s footsteps stopping just before he reached the bed.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, setting down his cup of coffee on the nightstand.
“Shouldn’t draw while sick. My back hurts.” You groaned, slightly stretching your back in an attempt to lessen the pain.
“Yes, well, seems like being sick didn’t stop you.” He commented, sitting next to you. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”
“Tea would be nice. I need to get some sleep, maybe that’d help.” You request, to which he humms in response. His weight is lifted off the bed, as he leaves for the kitchen. When he returned, he set your cup on your nightstand, putting his hands in his pockets.
“I trust you’ll stay in bed the rest of the day?”
“Yeah. You don’t even need to say it’s ‘doctor’s orders’.”
may I request the different riddlers with a s/o who's a video game developer?
Also unesscary fun fact that I thought was cute and wanted to share:
A group of bunnies is scientifically called a fluffle
no, i think that fact was very necessary, thank you science side of tumblr
also im assuming you want some headcanons :) p.s. you didnt specify which riddlers you wanted so i just chose four <3 i hope thats okay!
note: feel free to reblog! just please give credit where credit is due :)
Riddlers w/ a GameDeveloper!S/O
BTAS!Riddler:
youre a game dev?! he is too!
....or rather he was.
ideally hes the best riddler to be with if youre a game developer. equal parts knowledgeable, helpful and caring
at first, he may see you as perhaps a rival, but if youre together, hes all for helping you out with whatever you need!
he unfortunately never got to see his own game "the riddle of the minotaur" come to fruition, so he may want to be more involved than what you would like
that game belongs to the both of you now, sorry
he adores that you have the same passions as him. but unlike his own past, he will see to it that NOTHING stops you from developing your game
just say the word and he will have your game downloaded onto every computer in all of gotham, the big simp 💕
Arkham!Riddler:
what would you like to know?
this man was the head of the GCPD's cyber crime unit, im sure he would be able to answer ANY question you could possibly have
these days he comes off as a guy who couldnt be bothered to help you create a childish game... buy hey, he loves you and isnt that what he technically does all day anyways? you just have to add in the possibility of actually dying to his games
he ends up helping you in his free time ❤
how could he resist? his darling needs his help coding and coding is his second language!
he acts very "put out" with you at first. throwing in the occasional insult because thats just how he talks when hes trying to explain something to someone
he is proud though! never will you ever hear him say it but he truly is. maybe you and he could incorporate some of his malware for the good people of gotham...
Dano!Riddler:
helping you with your game is his second job now! even if hes not getting paid
its no secret that this riddler would be a giant simp, so anything you ask of him, he will deliver 😍
in between his job as a forensics accountant and also being the riddler, he will always find time to check in on your progress. do you need help? do you need him to check your code? do you want something to drink? okay! hell just be over your shoulder if you need anything 😊
he will patiently explain to you how to do something the best he can. computers are really just a second nature to him, so having to explain it isnt exactly a familiar thing to him. bear with him!
he will be the first one to play your game!
no matter how easy your game is to him, he sees it as his obligation to support you in any way he can. whether your game is for a phone, pc or whatever, hes keeping it on his device forever
he would give you lots of praise and he also makes sure you know how amazing he thinks you are
Capullo!Riddler:
this asshole may not care at first that youre working on a game... that is until he realizes you could join forces to bring gotham to its knees
sure! he loves you! but this eddie is a narcissist and a control freak (more than the other riddlers)
he is right there with you in developing your game
he insists that you make him your partner in all of this. he also insists that he create the basic premise of the challenges your game has.
your game is required to be intellectually challenging! its a must! no S/O of his will create something that caters to the simple-minded!
and maybe you could also let him install a few viruses and malware?
he doesnt mean to sabotage your game! hes just thinking of your common goals. why not create a game that also eradicates those who are unworthy to live in your city?
1.5k words: Reader hasn't seen Edward Nygma since they both lost their jobs at Competitron. Suddenly seeing him after two years forces a lot of unresolved feelings to come to the surface, for Eddie and Luna both. Did your feelings for each other matter then? Do they matter now?
This was made as a swap with an anonymous Discord friend <3. Their OC is named Luna, but this fic is first person and could be read as a "named" reader.
CW: suggestive thoughts from the rizzler, hurt/comfort, edward nygma being arrogant as per usual
“L-Luna?”
You turn, recognizing that voice almost instantly. “Eddie?”
The both of you stare at each other for a moment, almost making sure the other is real, before mirrored wide grins split your faces. The heart in your chest beats faster as you realize the expression is his genuine, real smile, the one only you could pull out of him. He's truly happy to see you.
Your bodies approach each other quickly, drawn like magnets. Your momentum almost makes you look like you are going in for a hug, your arms swinging forward…but you stop just shy of touching the other.
You both sit in silence for a moment, taking the other in up close. A slight blush makes its way onto your face, but you can't help it. He looks good. His ginger hair is more loose than it had been when you had last seen him at Competitron. Fluffier, more free…it makes your hands twitch with the want to bury themselves in the shining, copper locks. His face remains as handsome as ever, with his adorable button nose, but his clothes…
He always wore a striped shirt with suspenders when you had worked with him. Cute, but more apt for Wall Street than what you expected of him. This outfit…your mouth goes dry when you take it in.
A dark green sweater adorns his slight torso, loose on his body but tucked into tight grey slacks that match his long overcoat. The lines of his clothes highlight his tall, lean body. He looks professional for the most part, aside from the purple driving gloves. You do your best to contain your thoughts about those before making eye contact with Ed once more. A feeling of satisfaction spreads through your body when you realize that his cheeks are reddening just as yours are.
Ed is embarrassed about his own blush, if he could be frank. It started when he caught you just as you were walking away, recognizing your shape from behind almost instantly and calling out to you. While he doesn't want to admit that that was his reasoning for recognizing you, can you blame him?
He had to wait behind you in enough queues, see you bent over enough desks in those tight skirts you wear, that he has an entire section of his mind dedicated to fantasies about your ass. Some days he had to actively keep himself from reaching out, winding his hands around you, and bringing you back against him just to feel that delicious curve. He kept it secret, of course, he did his best to keep things professional when you worked with each other.
But after the initial onslaught of familiar thoughts…Edward was blinded by the glow of your smiling face again as you turned, and that handily won out over anything else in his mind. Your gorgeous, dark hair was up in a ponytail today, shining in the sunlight and swinging behind you as you moved towards him.
He watched you adjust your glasses nervously with a blush after you stopped in front of him, and it filled his lonely heart with a glee he hasn't felt in more than a year. But he immediately chastises himself…he needs to do his best to keep distance from you. He still has plans he needs to fulfill, and he can't allow you to be involved. What if you were hurt, in the process? What if you saw what he's become in his exile?
The voice that you remember being full of mischief, arrogance, and, dare you say it, warmth suddenly sounds distant and aloof.
“Luna, it is…good to see you.”
Steadying yourself, you hold back your initial reaction to his presence and instead analyze his words, his tone, and his body language. If that's all he has to say to you, after years apart, after radio silence…then you refuse to give him any reaction he may want. Your tone mirrors his-professional.
“Yes, Mister Nygma, it is nice to see you again after so long.”
You see how he goes almost stiff when you call him Mister Nygma, his back straightening and his eyes turning dark before his face becomes impassive. But, instead of letting him respond, you continue after a beat of silence, curiosity at his presence winning out over pettiness.
“What brings you to Gotham?”
His previous demeanor relaxes a bit, and he almost looks…nervous.
“Oh! Well…I suppose I've always heard interesting whispers about this city. And with recent rumors I've been…drawn here for some reason. After everything that happened…”
He trails off, and you can tell his racing mind is reliving the trauma of losing it all in one day, just as you had. Competitron, as your former place of work, used to be everything to the both of you. Ed came up with all of the riddles, but you helped him with the art direction. Your mind would interpret his gorgeous thoughts into a visual reality, and the code you both worked on made it an actual reality, on screen at least.
But then the layoffs started. First it was a few lower level people…and then a few close coworkers. And then…suddenly, you walked in one day and were told to pack your bags. Years of working for them, for giving it all to make the Minotaur game, and they just brushed you away. You still find yourself frustrated and angry about it, even after getting a new job. The only credit you received was a footnote at the end of the game.
And Ed…well…it wasn't public news, but he gave Mockridge hell over both your sacking and the lack of royalties for your work. He was planning to sue them, for the both of you. And then…he was fired too.
You heard the news and tried to call him, but he was just gone. And you haven't seen him for two years until just now, when Competitron has been rumored to be moving to Gotham. The coincidence is too much to ignore.
“Edward…”
He seems to startle at your use of his full name, something that you usually only did during arguments or serious conversations.
“...I-I know that what Mockridge did to us hurt. I still have trouble getting over it, myself. But, don't let his heinous actions rule your life. I'm glad to see you, but if you're only here to harass our former boss-”
Ed stiffens again and cuts you off, “Well, I'm sorry that I can't get over that-that cretin taking credit for my work.” He spits out the words, moving closer to you almost in anger.
You glare up at him, furious, now, “You mean our work. If you try to take even that from me after I lost my job and my L-” you stop yourself from admitting the truth of what you had felt for him, then. He notices your slip, but doesn't comment. “-my best friend…” your eyes are full of tears now. Frustrated tears. Dejected tears. How could he not notice you when you are right in front of him? What has blinded him for two years so much that he hasn't even sent a letter?
“...then I don't think we have anything else to discuss. I wish you well, Edward Nygma. B-be kind to yourself.” And you turn, prepared to leave. Two years apparently haven't changed your feelings towards him, if your racing, broken heart is any indication, but you've now realized you wasted that time pining for him after seeing him now. He is only focused on himself and what he lost…and maybe he always was.
You are stopped, suddenly, from retreating by a gloved hand wrapping, gently, around your arm. “Luna…”
Chastising yourself for wasting even one more moment on someone who obviously won't even let you leave with your dignity, you freeze in place but don't turn. “I would prefer to go, Eddie.” You bite out the nickname that used to make him tease you, used to make him blush, even, just to get some petty revenge out of this horrid day.
The hand on your arm trembles, and it makes you pause. You had planned to shake your arm out of his grasp and leave, quickly, to go cry in your apartment…but then you hear his voice once more. Quietly, almost whispering, Edward Nygma says, “Please.”
You almost collapse hearing the syllables leave his mouth, and turn to see the man that uttered them. In only the few moments between you turning to leave and his plea, Eddie was a changed man. His face is pale, and his expression looks pained. Green eyes that were closed off and arrogant are now surprisingly open, shining with an expression you can't name.
“You did not deserve that reaction from me after all that we meant to each other. I'm sorry.”
Frankly? You are gobsmacked. Edward Nygma just apologized to you. At least he acknowledged and validated your feelings about his treatment of you…but it still feels like it isn't enough. “Eddie, I appreciate your apology, but I hope you can see that your behavior was not something I expect of a friend.”
You do end up wrenching your arm away from his grasp, making him wince. “If you want to come back into my life, after leaving me for two years-” your voice chokes out the last words, the reality of everything crashing in around you, “-and treat me like I was just a coworker, and not someone who you trusted, as I did you?”
A sniffle leaves you, trying to hold back your tears, “Then I would rather you save the honeyed, practiced words and just leave. I can't take you playing with my good will towards you, again.”
And as you are about to embarrass yourself and sob in front of him, emotionally confused, partly, but mainly sad…his arms bring you to him. You are enveloped in them. He keeps you there, for a moment. His steady breathing and calming, familiar scent ground you. And then, one of his gloved hands moves to the side of your head, gently leading you to look up at him, “No playing. No games. No riddles.”
His green eyes are shining, “I am truly sorry. The moment you turned, I was reminded of the last time I had to see you go, the pain that came with it. I-I initially tried to push you away because I do have secrets, Luna.”
You try to talk, but he cuts you off, “I can't tell you about them…not now. But I can't let you walk away, again, either.” His expression is torn, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes full of desperation for some sort of answer to his quandary.
Both of you are dancing around your feelings, for now. But…you can tell he does feel the same, truly, he must. You can't leave the man you love so desperately confused. Your hand reaches up, mirroring his hold on you and gently making him look down, “Then…let's just get some coffee together.”
His eyes are full of hope, gleaming with affection at your answer, “Do you still like it the same way?”
You chuckle, “Of course, I haven't changed much since you last saw me.” You blush, again, worried that standing still would make him lose interest in you, somehow.
He releases you, and you do the same to him, but he stays close. His eyes trace up and down your body, sticking to your chest for just a moment before meeting yours once more. “Oh I don't know about that…”
He chuckles, holding out his hand for you to take, a smirk adorning his face, “...you seem changed. More sure, more independent.”
You take his hand, and you begin walking together to the nearest cafe. He winks, “A most brilliant riddle for me to solve.”
So I saw this video with the “baby proof” bowl that stuck to the high chair. It was not baby proof and the baby easily figured it out.
So I immediately pictured Riddler and his S/O trying to feed their child and was wondering if you could write headcanons for some of the different Riddlers for it? (Arkham, BTAS, and Unburied for specifics) Fluff, chaos, and a proud Eddie is all I ask for.
If you’re not comfortable with it that’s fine, just thought I’d request and see what happens.
Gosh this got kinda long…sorry 😅
"Baby proof" The fuck?
Edward Nygma X Reader
You guys are doing nothing but to fuel my baby fever worse and I'm here for it.
💚 Arkhamverse
~ Let's start this by saying: Edward will not be subjecting his little angel through the baby talk, as he claims it sounds patronising and is to be reserved for weak minded people... At least, he won't be caught doing so. It's not patronising if he does it, he insists.
"Now, cheating is a crime that should be punishable be death and death alone. Do you understand?"
"Ba?"
"Indeed. Cheaters such as—!"
"Ba?"
"Batman, yes! Oh you're growing to be a genius!" Edward lovingly snatches your son Eric from his crib and holds him up, the Riddler affectionately nuzzling his forehead against his son's. "Oh yes, you are! Genius like papa!"
~ He was afraid of his father, he does not have the healthiest image of what a father is supposed to be. When he heard you were having a baby, he panicked and thought he was in no way, shape or form, to be a proper father and the first thing he did was to run off, thinking an absent father was better from an abusing one, something he himself wished when he was young.
Upon sitting him down to talk about it, the feeling subsides for a moment. It wasn't easy for him to be in terms of what is going to happen. And then it happened. The baby boy he fears is suddenly in his arms and everything melted for a moment. The first time he heard Eric cry, it wasn't his first instinct to shrink away and leave it to you like he had expected, instead he started rocking the babe to soothe him. After that, he was practically attached to Eric.
~ Feeding the thing... It isn't an easy feat, it's a mess. Instead of feeding from the spoon, little Eric instead grabs it out of curiosity and play with it. Yes, he is also capable of tossing bowls just to see what will happen. It's amusing for a while, but you both would want to feed Eric to get on with it and not waste food.
"Please for the love of--" Edward holds the green spoon near Eric's mouth, only to withdraw it away when the babe attempts to grasp the spoon instead. "No, no! You eat, Eric. Eat."
The Riddler once again, attempts to feed his child. And for the umpteenth time, Eric grabs the spoon instead, making Edward sigh. At least this time, Eric actually shovels the food from his tiny fist and eat from it.
💚 Batman the animated series
~ It's odd to imagine, but gosh do I see him taking a crunchy route once his babies are born. Like this guy becoming so conscious about certain chemicals and substances in every day objects that are... Lethal to a degree, but watered down, you get what I mean right? I mean, he is not taking the full route of being a crunchy parent, he is Edward 'The Riddler, former video game programmer, avid instant noodles enjoyer, technology enthusiast and expert' motherfucking Nygma, not Poison Ivy.
And when your little angel Eden was born, as much as he can, strays away from chemically strong materials.
"No wet wipes, pacifiers are questionable, don't let that near my baby. A toy? A-A plastic toy? I don't think so." - Edward to Harley when she asked what she can gift to Eden.
~ He came to accepr the responsibility of fatherhood when you came to him about it. He even thought it was about time and quite frankly, even if he was unsure, he was a little excited.
~ He thought that the baby proof baby bowl's are not up to his standards. First of all, the chemicals in that thing and second of all, it should be green. And so he constructs his very own version like the Riddler being Riddler. And when it came to test it, well...
The curious darling that is Eden, of course, easily got the device unstuck and tossed it away. Thankfully, there wasn't any food in there since you were just at the testing phase, but it makes it clear to you that your baby is a handsy little thing. But it did not dismay Edward from trying again, instead, he takes it as a learning opportunity! He shall invent a baby proof sticky bowl his grabby little Nygma can't toss away!
💚 Batman Unburied
~ There is this underlying feeling that your daughter might grow up as a daddy's girl, due to the fact that you're starting to see she is a touch more clingy when it comes to her father. Not that she hates you, oh she loves you... Not as much as her father, though. And Edward is going to be flaunting and taunting you with it.
~ Edward was excited to become a father, the moment you told him the news, in fact, had began brainstorming E names for his baby. And when Ella was born, he was attached to her. It would take you both hands and colourful threats to get your turn to hold your baby. But it really is heartwarming to see him bond with his child, just a sight to melt at because she might be the only thing he will not roast all to hell. Not yet, maybe.
~ The feeding shenanigans. He was fucking amused to see Ella grip the trusted baby bowl and effortlessly lifted off the table before she threw it away, Edward took pictures of it to commemorate it. Edward has undoubtedly collected myriads of photos of Ella, he's that dad.
The man found ways not to find this irritating at all, so he found ways to feed Ella. This girl is getting her nutrition, one way or another and the bowl tossing will not deter him at all. King of Riddles and Puzzles, what's a bowl-tossung baby to him?
