riddlebat imagines

Confession

Notes:
In which The Riddler is obsessed with Batman and decides to confess
(Smut Warning)

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The interrogation room was dimly lit, with nothing but a buzzing table lamp on the desk flushing the area with a pale yellow light. That desk, covered in shallow scratches and dents where the chipped wood once was, was placed directly in front of a wall and rested right below a sheet of bullet proof glass. Beyond the glass, another desk sat below it with the same lamp placed upon it.

Sitting at this desk, Edward Nygma had his hands placed flat on the table with his head craned downward. He stared at the cracks in the wood, frantically bouncing his eyes back and forth trying to come up with a sensical pattern. He lifted his finger shakily and began tracing the divots, counting as he dragged his digit.

"One," his voice came out husky and damaged.

"Two, Thre-" The interruption came from the door in the room across from him swinging open abruptly. He lifted his finger and slammed his hands down on the brittle table in frustration.

Heavy footsteps caused him to freeze, the metal clanking all to familiar. He pushed his head up and peered through the curtain formed from his unkept hair. Ed let out a soft chuckle and relaxed in his seat, his leg bouncing up and down being the only movement he made.

"Bruceyyyy," he dragged, "you know I love it when you show up in that suit." He sighed softly and leaned forward, looking over Batman with a smirk.

"Shut up Nygma, we need to talk," Batman snapped gruffly as he sat down. He glared at Edward through his cowl, the cold and cruel look nearly piercing the glass in front of him.

"Oh! I know we do," Ed replied elatedly. "I've been trying to get your attention for far too long." He swung his head back and pushed backwards in his chair, balancing two legs on the floor. "And I've finally got it! I have you all to myself, can you believe that?" He swung his arms out. "All the letters and cards I've sent you..." He trailed off mumbling incoherently.

"Ed. If any of that stuff about Gotham comes out, there will be a war. The people will riot."

Edward giggled proudly. "Thats Gotham's problem not mine Batty. Gotham needs to be exposed." He stared up at the ceiling, continuing to balance on the chair.

Bruce slammed his hands on the table. "Do you know how many people want to kill you, Nygma? I might just have to do it myself!" He snapped, his low voice booming against the walls.

Ed cracked his chair legs back on the ground, facing Bruce with his arms laid on the table. "Your not going to kill me, you're obsessed with me. Lets not lie." He gave a soft smile.

"You think I wouldn't rather have you dead than in the hands of somebody else?" Batman returned, really in a far too protective tone. "Lets not lie."

"Oh Bruceee," Edward tilted his head on his arms. "I know you want me all to yourself. I made everything for you. I made myself for you. You need to see me Bruce." The Riddler leaned back in his seat, his legs slightly spread as he pulled his hands up to his face.

He pointed at his temples with urgency. "Everything up here, is you Brucey," his face contorted pathetically, "I need you to see. You want to see... I know how you think about me... It's..." By now his hands had trailed down his own shirt, pulling the fabric before letting it snap back into place. "...Mutual obsession."

Batman sat across from him, speechless. He hid a scowl underneath his cowl as he watched Edward lose himself over his own sick thoughts.

"I know you think about me the same way I do Batty. You obsess over the-" he took a deep breath and writhed under his own touch. "pitiful... situations I put myself in." Edward looked up at Bruce and his face twisted into a miserable frown as his hands moved lower down his body. His cheeks began to flush, slowly turning to a soft pink as his hands reached his belt.

"I've been wanting to show you how I feel... Have you watch me lose control at the deplorable thought of you, watch me confess." His breathing hitched between sentences, body completely overwhelmed. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably, his dick slowly growing in his pants.

Edward fiddled with his pant hem nervously, and frantically proceeded to free his cock. He closed his eyes and dragged his hands up his thighs, wishing it were Batman touching him in that moment. He let out a raspy breath, practically begging through his body movements and moved his hand closer to his groin.

Bruce looked away, scowling and shifting in his seat thinking of the pathetic boy.

"Look at me!" Edward managed to croak, forcing Bruce to focus back on his pitiful expression.

Once he was sure he had his full attention he began to move his hand up, fully surrounding him in a pool pleasure. Small noises escaped his lips, in sync with the repetitive movement of his chest. "Iv'e dreamt of you Batty.. W-wondering how your skin would feel against mine," He threw his head back with a groan as his hand pace went faster over his flushed cock. "I wondered if your skin would cut mine, if the fantasies you have include me." Sweat dripped from his forehead and onto the concrete floor. "Iiiii I can't let someone else have you, y-y-you have to be mine Bruce.."

His hips stuttered and his hand paused at the base of his cock. Cum fell across his stomach, falling down with the rising of his chest. He sat there with his eyes closed, his body seeming to go limp. A pathetically beautiful sight Bruce was looking at, his own cock had started to get hard in his tight black pants from looking at Edward.

Ed let out raspy sighs, eyes still shut, and reached out with his voice. "Batty?" He waited patiently for a response, his cum-soaked cock twitching against his thigh.

"You're fucking pitiful Eddy." Bruce replied before standing up stiffly. "It's cute."

The door slammed behind him, leaving Edward slumped in his chair, cum pooled in his lap, and a small smile forming on his face.