morning doddle:: Well, you know Jesse’s flower card, right? the only official art where he wears a different outfit than the typical white shirt and black pants, the picture where he looks absolutely handsome and depressed, right? So, here my interpretation!
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Pairing: Edward Nashton | the Riddler x (f!) Reader
Rating: Explicit(18+)
Word Count: 5.2k
Warnings: Murder, movie typical violence, reference to incel mindset, bruising, light pain play, blood, injury, non-graphic wound depiction, unhealthy relationships, codependency, corruption kink, unprotected PiV sex (wrap it up irl, please), creampie, identity reveal, wet and messy, light choking, mask kink, angst.
Summary: You work at a diner which is frequented by a polite, albeit awkward, man named Edward. Months after striking up an unlikely friendship with him, he arrives at your apartment door injured and in need of assistance. It’s here that you realize your shy friend Eddie, and the serial killer known as the Riddler, are one in the same.
A/N: Disclaimer: murder, torture and domestic terrorism are obviously fucking terrible, and I do not condone any of that shit. But I do condone wanting to kiss Paul Dano’s funny, angelic face so that’s exactly what motivated this fic. A big thank you to @thegardenarcher for egging me on as I was writing this and dragging me to Paul Dano hell. Not beta read we die like etcetera, etcetera.
