#daniel mockridge

[mintplco]

riddler & the irrelevant male side character they had a toxic situationship with..

[wyverns-gold]

I was inspired by the end of "If you're so smart, why aren't you rich?" for day 3, Stalking. Mockridge has every reason to be paranoid...

[askmrnygma]

If you’re so smart, why aren’t you rich???

Hello again, Danny boy! How is your spine doing?

I heard that it does tend to pinch when one severs their vertebrae in the upper neck. Maybe next time you check for a history of violence and any dropped criminal charges before you disadvantage and exploit your dear old employees...

And if you aren't Mockridge, just some poor impersonation, why waste time trying to goad me? Surely, our shaken and crippled mutual comrade is proof enough provoking me is an awful idea...

[e-nygmaofficial]

July 17th, 2021. We cut to an abandoned stage, yet all the lights work. Perhaps it's haunted? Or maybe something worse. Then... all the lights center onto one man. A very sparkly one at that. His green sequin refracts off of the spotlights.

WWWWWWELCOME IDIOTS! I'm your host, The Riddler! *confetti rains down on him as a background choir sings* Thank you, thank you. You're too kind. Now, you may be wondering, "My my, who is this handsome devil on my screen!" First off, thank you. *he playfully flaps his gloved hand at the screen*. Second, I'd stated who I was before. Have you not been paying attention? Tsk tsk. You're in dire need of a better mind. Luckily, I'm here to help!

*cuts over to a man seemingly held hostage behind one of those price is right bidding stages.*

Now! Our guest for this evening is someone you may know well, and if you do? I'm sorry you do. He sucks. So give it up (or don't. I can't stop you) for DDDDDDDDDDDDDAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNIEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL MMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEE!

"W-what the, where the hell am I? *he notices* Nygma... upset I took your pwecious wittle paycheck? Big fuckin whoop."

Among many other things which I don't think the broadcasting network will let me get into. Now! The rules of this game. Simple really, I give you a riddle. You get it right? Walk away scot-free! Wrong? You die. Easy, right?

"You're sick, Nygma, you know that?"

I know. You just bring that out of me. *he falls over flamboyantly onto Mockridge's lap before springing back up.* Now then! Your riddle.

*clears throat* I expand or contract, fall or go to the sky. Care is given, yet I live when I die. What am I? 60 seconds.

"Uhhh... uhhhh"

Time's up! And to no ones surprise, you got it wrong. How utterly utterly expected... Now! Punishment time!

*a giant sword appears over Mockridge and plunges down onto him as a screen fades to black. That is the last we see or hear of Mockridge*

Yeesh. That looked painful, eh? Anyway, I've been your ever dashing host, The Riddler! Goodnight, Gotham!

[earths-roots-grow-up]

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Do you think the BTAS writers knew how right they are when they made Riddler origin story be "the game industry sucks".

I mean all we know is that Eddie created a hit game got no money nor credits for it and instead was quietly fired so he woudn't be a problem for the company. But with today's knowledge this is even more upsetting. To starters at no moment it's ever even implied that Edward had a team. That means he created the WHOLE game by himself. That means not only the concept and the programming but the script, the art and the music just for starters. The only thing it's said the company did was the funding but the work was all Eddie. So how many times did he had to crunch? How many work place violations were made so he could be in the office developing a whole game by himself? Specially when the game is for a huge company and that mean he probably had to finish everything in time for an unrealistic release date.

Not to mention the possible workplace harrasement, possibly of ableist nature (and maybe homophobia as even if we ignore that Riddler is cannonically bissexual he is flamboyant and has some strong fem traits witch are target a lot of times). I mean discrimination is the only explanation I can have for the fact that Mockridge went beyond firing Edward without any warning, he took the name tag on the door and than waited so he could see Edward reaction, he also keept watching Edward anger and confusion until being confronted by it to say he was fired wich is just another level of evil. The only other explanation that's not target bullying (and honestly when we look for the why it becames really hard not acuse him of just being a biggot) is that he is like that with all his employees and in that case someone honestly should have tried to kill him sooner (and god if his employees aren't all Riddler fans because your boss, the CEO of your company, taking time out of his day to bully you and all your coworkers in very direct - and somewhat weird - ways you would like a bit of revenge).

That's to say that game developers turned evil by capitalism should be a more common trope because it's great. Extra points if they are woman, transmasc (now it's not that trans man aren't man but that transman specially the ones that didn't pass - like me- still are trans and we suffer discrimination for it) or nb.

[diddle-riddle]

Here for the Tease

[Semi-explicit sex scene. Bruce is horny for his human, Eddie eventually lets him be in charge and they are both stupid in a fun way. The tone of this snippet is closer to crack]

........ ........

A slick tendril raises up the side of his leg under his jeans. It feels like a string of lukewarm alive seaweed undulating against his skin. Lazily, the appendage curls from his thoroughly waxed calf to the scar on his knee, runs alongside the tender flesh inside his right thigh... plays mockingly with the band of his boxer shorts.

Edward's breathing rate increases.

He cannot lecture his symbiote-friend: he is sitting in a crowded amphitheater, listening to a presentation from the designer standing on the set. His stupid boss Daniel Mockridge enrolled video game programmers in a week of internship for them to 'get on the page' with the latest technological progresses regarding digital imaging.

Not that twenty-year-old Eddie needs any of this. His first project, Riddle of the Minotaur, meets a flourishing success; he is already planning a second game in this universe, Riddle Factory under its working title, and makes researches to develop another concept centered around a mix between the Egyptian and European versions of the Sphinx he'll place at the center of an investigation game.

For someone who never went to college, Ed has a visionary spirit in matter of business.

He also relies on... a busy, fulfilling private life.

Eddie smiles fondly when thinking about his four-year-old daughter, who spends the day at her mother and step-father's house. Albeit he earned complete custody over Stephanie, Crystal and Arthur remain helpful. When Steph's aunts Nina and Diedre can't take her in charge while her dad is at work, he can count on Stephie's mother and Crystal's husband.

He was in a hurry this day finishes to finally get back home.

The tentacle trails under his briefs, distracting Ed from thoughts related to his job and family. The symbiote teases the area far too close to his cock... and changes of shape, remaining thin to fit in his jeans but extending enough to cup his balls. As if a flat hand abruptly put a delicate pressure against him and held it there, not moving, just... electrifying him due to the deliciously torturous closeness.

"Bruce..." he curses, shifting his thighs uncomfortably. "Not now, be patient..."

He bites his lower lip to block any suspicious sound when the hand starts to massage his sac gently.

No one on either seats next to his, but two seats on his right and only one on his left separate him from strangers, workers in Mockridge's company or programmers from other corps, who gathered for the 'courses' displayed there from Monday morning to Friday afternoon.

"We are not alone..." he blames him, whispering furiously while his hands ball into fists on his sides to manifest his intense displeasure... or as a consequence of his growing arousal.

Or both.

His trousers feel far too tight all of a sudden.

If anything, the young man's half-hearted attempt at regaining a composure amuses the alien, who lets out a discreet laugh only Eddie hears.

Far too long to be a human finger, a sort of digit leaves the 'hand' squeezing his lower manhood to slide along the shaft then stroke the sensitive skin of his head.

Ed's teeth dig deeper into his lip to refrain a pitiful whining.

Bruce's shapeshifting form adapts to envelop his whole cock, trapping the hardening length inside an impossible to describe grip.

And then he starts to move. The most skilled hands of the planet stroke his penis, slowly, ever so slowly though efficaciously... It isn't long before Edward fusses on his seat, more and more unable to restrain strangled yelps when Bruce applies the equivalent of a thumb flat against his tip or when the alien's rhythm gives him the impression to be dutifully deepthroated.

"That's it, I fucking hate you," he murmurs as a conclusion, shoulders trembling and legs turned into jelly when he stands up from his folding auditorium chair.

Eddie apologizes towards the two girls and a boy he has to disrupt to exit his row and walks to the alley. A prudent move to stay not far from the top of the amphitheater: he doesn't attract much attention upon him when he heads for the doors located at the extremity of the huge room.

The internship takes place in an university that often rents its auditoriums for presentations like these.

Edward is glad not to meet more than two young persons kissing in a corridor, he reaches the closest desert toilets and locks himself in a cabin.

Even here he can't exactly be 'noisy' in case a boy enters, but at least he won't give his chair neighbors the impression he plays with himself during a class. If anyone noticed the sweat perking on his forehead and his shifting coupled to hidden though existing groans, they will either think he is a crazy guy having visions or a total pervert who wears sex toys under his clothes.

"Now let me make you feel good, Eddie..."

His pants plus underwear pooling around his knees, Edward looks down to a satisfied symbiote, whose pointy-eared black head materialized along with one strong arm, all attached directly to Ed's body.

"I hate you."

"No you don't."

The extraterrestrial purrs loudly as he goes on with more dedicated ministrations. By just touching him, he brings his human to the edge more rapidly than Edward's dignity is willing to admit.

..........

Read “Here for the Tease” on AO3 here Discover the rest of the DC Symbiotes Series on AO3 here

[crylbun]

"Riddle me this, Mockridge! If I'm so smart, then why are you rich?"

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