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🌹 reader rescues Telltale riddler who has been brainwashed by the agency. I got the idea from your prompt list number 18, if I remember correctly.

💐 BTAS Riddler as a dad.

Once again I really enjoyed your cat and mouse series. It got my heart racing at some parts.

Brainwashed

Summary: You come to Edward's rescue, only to realize he's not himself.

Word Count: 1.6k

Content Warning: Blood, murder, physical fighting

A/N: Ahh I hope you enjoy! For ease of reading, I've written the BTAS Riddler headcanons and will be posting them separately! I'm so glad you enjoyed reading C&M!

You’d been tracking him for weeks.

You’d thought the both of you escaped the Agency so log ago – but what you’d failed to realize was just how close of an eye they were keeping on you. You didn’t realize they’d been tracking you and Edward, no matter how careful you’d been to avoid being caught again.

But you supposed it wasn’t careful enough.

Members of the Agency had stormed into your hideout, gassing it, and taken him without warning. They shot you and left you for dead; you weren’t the target, after all. You were still healing from the wound in your side that you’d had to stitch up yourself. It still ached when you moved, but you gritted your teeth and continued on. You’d finally managed to find the facility where they were keeping him, on the outskirts of Gotham, and now, you were surveying the area, keeping to the shadows of your vantage point as you studied the movements of the patrolling guards, each one holding an assault rifle in his hands. It was a good thing you remembered how rigid and controlled the Agency was, giving you an opening way into their blind spots. They hadn’t changed their methods in years, and you were going to use that to your advantage.

Bracing yourself, you kept to the shadows, taking out each patrolling agent one-by-one, breaking their necks with a sickening crack before lowering them to the ground. You didn’t care who you had to kill to get to Edward – and you would kill anyone who got in your way. You managed to take down each guard, coming across one who had the special keycard you needed to get inside the room where Edward was being held, and made continued on. The halls were quiet and dark, filled with dim lightning, and there was a cold chill to the air, but you ignored it. You were sure they were watching you through the cameras, but you didn’t give a damn.

You would die trying to get Edward out of here, even if it was the last thing you ever did.

By the time you made it through the facility and came to the door where you thought he was being held, you used the keycard to swipe at the side. The red light flicked on to green and you pushed the door open – but as you stepped into the dimly lit, empty room, you only spotted one thing: Edward, strapped to a chair in the middle of the room, his wrists bound to the chair.

“Edward!” you whispered, keeping your voice level as you approached. You hoped your voice would awaken him, but he didn’t stir.

You crept into the room and found him still sitting there, wearing his dark green suit. His head was slumped to the side, eyes closed. You whispered his name again, but he didn’t stir; he must be unconscious, you figured. You crouched down to inspect the metal bindings around his wrist, but with the way they were fastened, there was no way you were getting him out of here without accessing some kind of control panel somewhere.

“I’m going to get you out of here,” you said, reaching up to gently touch his face. Your thumb brushed against his chilled skin, but still, he didn’t stir.

You were just getting up when the dim lights in the room suddenly flashed on to full brightness, blinding you. You held your hands up to protect your face as you winced, looking around, before a sound behind you got your attention. Spinning around, your realize the shackles around his wrists had come undone, and now his eyes were fluttering open.

“Edward!” you cried, falling to your knees before him. You cupped his face in your hands, staring into his bright green eyes.

He gazed at you. His throat bobbed as he swallowed and said, “You shouldn’t have come here.” His voice was weak with sleep.

“I had to,” you said. “I couldn’t leave you. I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner—”

“You shouldn’t  have come here,” he repeated, his eyes snapping open as he glared at you in a way you’d never seen him look at you before – because there was something different in his eyes: no warmth, no light, just darkness and emptiness.

This wasn’t Edward at all.

But before you even had time to react, his hands were around your throat in an instant. Thick fingers dug into your neck, cutting off the oxygen from your lungs. Stars danced in your vision as he pushed you back, towering over you. You stumbled, slipping back on the slick floor until you toppled over, with him above you. The back of your head hit the floor with a sickening thud as he crawled over you, continuing to choke the life from your body. You gasped and squirmed, kicking against him, trying to get him off – but he was bigger, stronger, heavier.

And you did the next best thing you could think of.

Angrily, with a huff, you kneed him and hit him right in between the legs. His eyes went wide, pupils blown, as he gasped out in pain, stumbling off you as a curse spewed from his lips. You scrambled back onto your feet, coughing, spluttering, desperately trying to suck oxygen and life back into your lungs. Your neck ached from his chokehold as spittle ran down your lips, but you shook the spots from your vision, not daring to waste another minute – not with your life on the line like this. You glanced around for an exit, but the doors were all shut. But before you had time to react, a low groan from Edward made you look back – just in time to dodge an attack as he went tackling for you, arms outstretched, teeth bared in an animalistic scowl. You side-stepped, but he followed your movement with ease. The two of you had trained so much together in the last several years that you knew his moves just like he knew yours.

You managed to dodge another of his blows each time he came at you, your breaths coming out in short, panicked pants. Your heart beat in your chest, sweat beaded on your brow, panic threatening to crawl up your throat. You blocked each of his attacks in a furious, dance-like frenzy of graceful blows. But each time you tried to go for him, he blocked your attack in return.

“I don’t want to hurt you!” you cried.

He sneered. “Hurt me? I dare you to try.”

“Edward, please—”

“No,” he snapped, his rough voice echoing off the walls. “You abandoned me. You let them take me for your own gain. But guess what? I’ve grown smarter, faster, thanks to them.”

Your heart deflated in your chest. “I didn’t let them take you!” you cried. “Edward – I love you. I’d never let them take you, not without a damn fight!”

His words were like a punch to the gut, but you knew they weren’t his words at all. They were the words of someone entirely different, someone you didn’t even know. This wasn’t the Edward you knew. They must have done something to him – brainwashed him, maybe. Twisted his brilliance into something unrecognizable.

“This isn’t you,” you whispered.

“Of course it is, my dear,” he said, lowly. “It always has been.” And as he swung again – you saw it: a momentary opening in his attack, his guard down for a split second.

You took the chance to strike – knocking him backwards – and he stumbled back just enough for you to knock him off his feet. He gasped, knees buckling underneath him, and he fell, slipping backwards – but just as he did, his left temple knocked right into the metal armrest of the chair with a sickening crack. You gasped, hands flying to cover your mouth, panicked, as you realized just what happened.

“…Edward?” you whispered, crouching down before him. There was a gash in his temple, blood already trickling down the side of his face and matting in his gray-streaked hair.

He didn’t stir for a long moment. So long that you were sure you’d killed him.

“Edward! Edward!” you cried, cradling his body in your arms, tears pricking your eyes. No – you couldn’t have killed him. Not him. Not the man you loved.

A low whine escaped his lips as his eyes finally peeled open, drowsy. He studied you as you went quiet and still, waiting to see if he would attack you again – but his gaze only darted around the room, as if taking in where he was, before his gaze landed on you again. He reached up, touching his wound, and when he pulled his hand away there was blood on his fingers.

“Edward…?” you asked, hesitantly.

He met your eyes, whispering your name softly. The light had returned to his eyes, and he studied you with a strange gentleness, before reaching up to cup your cheek in his non-bloodied hand. His thumb stroked against your skin softly.

“Are you okay?” you whispered, tentatively.

He nodded, blinking, looking lost in a memory, before his lips twisted into a scowl. “The Agency….they did this to me. I tried to fight it, but—”

“Ssh, don’t speak,” you whispered. “We need to get out of here.”

He nodded, pushing himself up to his feet. As he did, you threw your arms around him in an embrace, burying your nose in his neck, inhaling the scent of him. He smelled like he always did – of pine and patchouli – and his body was warm against your own.

“I thought I lost you,” you whispered.

“You’ll never lose me, my dear,” he replied, his hand resting gently on the back of your head. “Now – let’s give the Agency something that they’ll truly regret.”

And as he gazed down at you with a wicked gleam in his eyes, you smiled.

BTAS Riddler as a Dad

Summary: Headcanons of BTAS Riddler as a Dad

Word Count: 512

A/N: @imperialprincess98 also requested this as part of the Valentine's Day event, but for ease of reading, I've posted this separately from their other request!

Unlike other Riddler’s his ego isn’t so large that he can’t have some love for his child. Though he still views his child as an extension of himself.

However, this Riddler is just as concerned with making sure his kid in the smartest in the room. He values intelligence above all else, and fills activities with learning exercises at every chance he gets No dumb kids allowed!

That said, he has a rough time with the baby stage. Unlike other Riddler’s, who find it fascinating to watch their child grow, this Riddler struggles with connecting to the infant stage. He’s not one to like listening to the babbling and crying, and views it more as a nuisance than a problem to be solved.

This Riddler is a little more lax when it comes to discipline. Sure, he still believes in it – and consequences when appropriate – but this Riddler is a little more fun than the others. He’s more willing to let rules be broken, especially if his kid has a good logical reason for why they broke them in the first place.

As an inventor himself and already known for making toys popular with children, he’s definitely the most fun as a Dad than the rest of the Riddler’s. He’s very good at engineering and designing toys that will keep his child occupied for hours on end.

This Riddler is more likely to enjoy the child stage than the infant stage. He’s fascinated with helping his child develop into a little genius, and will do whatever he can to make sure his kid excels in all intellectual aspects.

However, just like any Riddler, his ego is still fragile and easily bruised. If he feels like his kid isn’t following in his footsteps, he’s going to get offended.

Unlike other Riddler’s, this one is a little more open to allowing his child to beat him in games, if it means his child is excelling. He still has an ego, but it isn’t so large when it comes to his kid that he can’t be beaten by his own kin.

But, like a lot of Riddler’s, he does have a tendency to be neglectful at times, especially when he’s in the midst of planning his next heist or scheme. When his obsession with outsmarting Batman takes hold, his care for his kid becomes almost non-existent.

Still, he’s willing to do whatever it takes to protect his child. He has several networks of funds and services set up to provide his kid with whatever they need, in the event that he’s thrown back in Arkham again.

Despite his faults, this Riddler is much more open to allowing his child to have a bit of a normal life. He’s much more open than other Riddler’s are.

But, like all Riddler’s, he still values intelligence above all else. Anytime his kid lets him down, he’s certain to show it – no matter how much he loves his child, he simply can’t help but show his disappointment.

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I've perused Tumblr for a few years but I've never had the courage to post on here until now. I'm a massive Sailor Moon fan and a lot of my fanfics are inspired by the series.

I'll be posting from time to time to share some my fanfic WIPs and headcanons about my fave characters. A huge shoutout to @caesariawritesstuff who answered my valentines fanfic request and is also the author of Cat and Mouse, an awesome Riddler x reader fic. My current WIP is set in the Batman Telltale universe and is a Sailor moon crossover, so I hope to release parts of it here.

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