The thing is with this, that Frank didn’t do it very often before the Fog - he didn’t find it all that great and actually felt really disconnected from himself when doing it, that was because he was lead to believe he had to imagine busty women and things like that, when in reality, he wasn’t attracted at all to it.
He certainly started doing it more after realising he’s gay and after meeting Quentin, though he only really does it if they haven’t had time for each other.
8 with riddler and yin you already know what it is
brushing hands by accident
(warning for a brief bit of suicidal ideation)
Beneath skies smeared with red from the entire city on fire, the Riddler bolted through the shadows like a frightened child. Along with the smoke, his lungs burned with rage and fear (and rage for having so much of that fear), but there was no time to linger on feelings or in place. No-one took a second glance at him in his obvious Arkham uniform, too busy fleeing themselves to care.
The world was ending.
The irony was, hiding from robots and escaping the terrified throngs, it wasn’t either that nearly took him out, but a car careening past him through an alleyway that wasn’t fit for it, just barely screeching to a halt a scant few feet away.
When he dropped his hand from shielding his eyes, he couldn’t muster real surprise. In all the city’s chaos, who would it be but Detective Yin?
She didn’t keep moving once he slid out of the way; the door was swung open and he was roughly dragged inside, slamming into the passenger seat before he had a chance to protest. Not that he would’ve, truly, but it was the principle of the thing.
She didn’t even check him for weapons. Yes, he was in prison clothes, but he was without restraints otherwise. Not her brightest move, he thought, even as he crashed back and caught his breath.
Perhaps it was fair he wasn’t the most intimidating at the moment.
He fumbled for the seatbelt at her barked command as she absolutely floored it.
“Shocked you’re not leaving me to the wolves,” he tried once he could breathe enough to speak, observing how the already-present furrow in her brow deepened from the corner of his eye.
“Nobody deserves to be out in this,” she said tensely. “Besides, I could use your help.”
“Really now, Yinsy? Do you really think I’m the one to go for help?”
“You’re good with tech. We’re being attacked by tech. You’re the best we’ve got.”
“Oh? Not the Batman? He must be there by now. Your Signal’s been up for long enough,” he said, only for her to jerk her head towards her side. He shifted to peer out the window, and it was still splashed against the sky, barely visible through rising walls of smoke, just as it had been when he first looked up outside of Arkham.
Riddler’s stomach lurched.
“Well,” he said roughly, “that’s not a guarantee for getting my help. I’m the villain, remember.”
“Doesn’t matter. You can’t do anything with that genius criminal mind of yours--” the car jerked and bumped over something he hadn’t seen, and she yanked the wheel hard, continuing with barely a pause “--if there’s no Gotham for you to show off at and take over, huh?”
This was simple enough logic, sensible for anyone but the worst, like Joker. His teeth still clenched at the idea of being so easily read. That was stinging more these days.
Perhaps he could just leave her to it. Leap out of the car and into an oncoming robot’s path. An especially ignoble death, and the thought was easily shaken off, but it certainly didn’t increase his desire to assist--
--even as the thought scorched through his mind, a great chunk of building was blasted from above thundered to the road to the right, and Riddler flung his hand to slam over hers, forcing the steering wheel to shoot them the opposite way.
Shaking him off, she cruised to a halt. They listened to the small debris raining down around them in silence.
“…And besides,” she said once it settled, as though nothing had happened, “I’ll even let you go after.”
“You’re sinking to new lows, Detective,” he murmured. “Working with a vigilante before it was acceptable, and now a criminal?” His heart was hardly in it, and by the look she tossed his way, it was obvious.
“There’ll be plenty of other things I’ll be dealing with over you.” Blunt, but he couldn’t even pretend offense, with the sound of thousands of screams he couldn’t ignore drifting in over the engine’s sound. “We're going straight to city hall. I’m sure you can find something useful there.”
Where it all started, for the two of them together, if not for him entirely.
“Mmm. Of course I will, now that I won’t have a Bat breathing over my shoulder,” he said, and that was better; he sounded a bit more like Riddler this time.
The car started forward again. They’d have to take a different route than expected thanks to all the surprise shifting of architecture, but it wouldn’t be enough to stop them.
On the entire way there, his palm and fingers burned where he’d touched Yin’s hand.
He fancied the same for her when he noticed her rubbing her fingertips over her knuckles.
Immediately, Riddler tossed the thought aside. There were more important things to be concerning himself over.
