#riddle-me-ducc

[jothroxas]

I just wanna say I absolutely adore your Eddies from the bottom of my heart they're incredible 😭💚

thank u!! heres one just for u <3

[gothamsworst]

I'm delighted to see asks open again, you both do an incredible job! This is ridiculously self indulgent and specific but could I request 2004verse goth Riddler and a cute bubbly pastel-loving S/O who loves him to bits? 2004verse Eddie is one of my faves and goth/pastel ships are blessed!!

The Batman!Riddler + Pastel-Lover!S/O:

You are the perfect antithesis to this lonely, brooding man, and yet somehow, his perfect other-half. Ever since what happened with Julie, he never expected that he could trust anyone ever again, much less fall in love. But you’ve proved him wrong in so many ways, and he wouldn’t mind having you do it again. You might be different, but it’s a good kind of different. 

...Opposites really do attract, don’t they?

[captainbaddecisions]

oH OH IS IT CAP ART LOVING HOURS???? I LOVE CAP ART LOVING HOURS!!!!!!!! THOSE ARE THE BEST HOURS!!!! your art is SUCH an inspiration and I'm always delighted to see your work on my dash!!! I can't count the number of times I've linked your work to friends yelling "LOOK LOOK AT MY FRIEND'S INCREDIBLE ART LOOK HOW COOL IT IS" !!!! <3 <3 <3

DUCKY YOU’RE KILLING ME

IN A VERY GOOD SENSE  ❤

[batmanie]

I dedicate this to @riddle-me-ducc. ; ) Enjoy!

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“Who is this?”

“Ah, Jonathan Crane! It’s good to hear your rusty, old voice again!”

“Edward…” The man at the other end sounds less than amused.

“Well, this is not a guessing game, but if it was – you’d win, my scary friend! It is I – The Riddler – Gotham’s greatest…”

He doesn’t get to finish.

“What do you want, Edward.” With this much emphasis put on ‘Edward”, the name sounds almost like an insult from Scarecrow’s mouth.

That doesn't discourage Riddler, a lesser man – maybe – but not him. “Can’t a fellow rogue call his most respected colleague just to ask how things are going in these difficult times?”

“Most respected?” There's a short silence on the line. “Wrong number.”

“No-no, really! I know I do not always express it, but I have a deep respect for your spooky-antics, and how they mess with Batman’s head. Of course, not as effectively as my riddles do but…”

“Can you get to the point?”

“My point is – I appreciate your work. And I wanted to check if you’re still alive.”

“I’m touched,” Scarecrow doesn’t sound like it, which makes Riddler wonder, whether the man is actually being cynical all along. “And as you can hear, I’m alive and well. So, you can safely hang up and return to minding your own business. Have a good day.”

“Wait! That’s not all!” He tries to stop the other before getting cut off. “I got…a situation here…”

“Hmm?” For once, Jonathan seems relatively intrigued but Edward still hesitates, pondering on how to verbalize his case in the most efficient way possible.

“The truth is…I didn’t contact you merely to send my regards.”

“I figured.”

“Well…,” He clears his throat. “As I said, I have a situation that might require a second opinion of someone qualified enough to provide a professional approach.”

Jonathan’s sigh reminds of a gust of wind: “You’re avoiding the answer, Edward.”

“Oh, it’s nothing big. But if you happen to be at Bowery tonight,” Riddler is trying his best to make it sound more casual than pleading, “...remember that you are always welcome at my riddle-fortress. I will even let you in without testing your brain-capabilities first!”

“It’s just that…I had a little accident at work and I’m afraid…”

“You’re afraid?” A new spark of excitement lits Scarecrow’s deadly-serious tone. “Interesting…”

“That’s very kind of you, Edward. If I didn’t know you better, I’d have thought you’re trying to lure me there…”

Riddler giggles nervously. “Don’t be ridiculous, Crane. My intentions are pure, but if you don’t trust me…”

“No one in Gotham trusts you.”

“And they all should!” Losing his nerves is not what Edward planned for, but Scarecrow has this amazingly annoying ability to trigger him in the least suitable moments. “I’m the most brilliant man in this city and when I say something, they all should listen to me! When I say that their beloved hero who named himself after a flying rodent, is one big fraud – a true villain and imposter – I should be getting thanked for my discoveries! Not put in an asylum for the mentally ill!

After getting his frustration partially out of his system, Edward attempts to collect himself again.

There is a long, long pause on the other side, making Riddler start to feel uncomfortable.

“Are you still there?” he asks, unsure of himself.

“Yes, I was just wondering if I should bring a cheesecake or a pumpkin pie.”

“If you are planning on bringing a gift, I suggest…a first-aid kit.”

-#-

“Yes! For the third time tonight, Edward – I know how to treat an open fracture.”

Scarecrow stares at his finished work. He has put the broken bone that was sticking out of a gruesome-looking open wound in Nigma’s forearm back in place, stitched up the torn skin, and secured the injury. He can still recall how Edward’s face twisted in pain at every touch during the patching-up, even though the man had probably stuffed himself with every painkiller he had found before calling for Scarecrow.

Oh, he is so going to save a mental picture of suffering Edward for a lifetime.

“But it is my right!” Riddler fumes, clutching onto his makeshift sling. “My right arm! And I am right-handed!” His voice is a mixture of desperation, rage, and self-pity, and Jonathan can drink up that concoction from his lips anytime. “How am I going to work now? How am I going to take care of myself?”

“Don’t look at me,” Crane shrugs it off, he is old enough to know, where this is going. “I did enough by coming here and bringing what you asked for.”

Edward doesn't look satisfied with that answer, so Jon has to quickly change the topic. “How did that happen anyway?”

“Well, I was going to place my 85th Riddler Trophy at the old lighthouse on Bleak Island. I was climbing up a stone stairway and I might have… slipped.”

“Are you trying to say,” Jonathan cocks his brow, “that from all the potentially lethal things you’re playing with on a daily basis, including handling heavy machinery, tinkering with high voltage, and climbing over building tops, it was a normal staircase that turned out to be your downfall?”

“That is a huge simplification!” The other man snaps back, his face slightly flushed with emotions and fever. “It was raining and the stairs got slippery! I’m not stupid!”

“I didn’t say you are.”

“You didn’t have to! I know what you’re thinking! I can recognize that judgmental look on your ugly face when you're trying to psychoanalyze me – just like the unqualified, uneducated Arkham staff that poses for doctors! I’m sick of being judged by the ones like you!”

Scarecrow sighs, tired of the childish accusations. “You called for me, remember?”

“I thought you would h…” The man cuts himself off, suddenly looking embarrassed or mad at himself for going too far. “Never mind. I’m a genius, I don’t need you. I don’t need anyone! Just remember you owe me for all I did for you after you got your face eaten by a crocodile last year.”

“Emotional blackmail?” Jonathan gets up from his chair, now looking down at the sulking man before him. “That’s a bit low for you, Edward. I expected better.”

Edward bits his lower lip as a wave of anger flushes over his body, visibly leaving him even more ashamed. This is how a proper guilt trip is done – Scarecrow thinks, staring at the man’s reactions blankly, reading him like an open book.

“Well, sorry to disappoint you by reminding you how ungrateful you are, Crane!”

“In that case, I will be going.” He turns away, waiting for Riddler to insult him one last time. “Take care of yourself, Edward.”

The man says nothing and Jonathan has to fight back the urge to look back at him.

“Wait,” Riddler’s hushed voice catches him at the door. “I would appreciate it,” the man sounds soft as if he swallows his pride and anger just now. “…if you at least stay the night. I will figure something out by tomorrow.”

Asking for help, showing vulnerability – it is an extremely hard task for people like them, Jonathan knows that from experience. “Fine! But remember that I’m not your private nurse.”

It takes bravery to admit that you needed someone.

[finz-art]

Gosh, I never get tired of your art, it's always so utterly gorgeous! 💖 You spoil us with your drawings, especially all your scriddler content!!!

Aahh, thank you very much for your kind and heartwarming words - I really appreciate them!!! T﹏T🧡💚 And of course I will try to keep showering you all with a lot of this content in future!!🧡^\\\^

[talesfromthenorsesmouth]

Permission to send Eddie a smooch? <3

SEND HIM SMOOCH

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Tell us some Cool Facts(tm) about your canon!!! :D

Sure!

Jonathan Crane knows sign language

Jonathan rescued an albino raven from a hunting lodge

He has a oriental shorthair cat named Edgar (he loves Poe)

Harley is very close friends with Jonathan in this canon, and has considered dating him if she wasn’t together with Ivy

Jervis and Jonathan have regular tea parties where they sample tea from across the world. Sometimes, just to annoy Jervis, Jon will only drink sweet tea. They argue about this a lot.

Jonathan has several hideouts, including two apartments, a barn house and huge boat he stole from one of Gotham’s wealthy elites.

Sometimes Jon will take care of Selina’s cats if they wander into his territory. They crows have been trained not to fight them, and vise versa Selina has been know to babysit Edgar while Jon is in Arkham

[dumbwolfdeer]

commission for @riddle-me-ducc for a lovely Beauty and the Beast au with their OC Maria and Jonathan Crane. This was a lot of fun!! --- Want a commission? Go here. Wanna support me and see behind the scenes and my sketchbook? Go here.