𝐎𝐱𝐲𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐧 (Ed/Riddler x Reader)

brother dearest

"what are you doing here victor," you snapped at him, taking off your shoes and walking to your closet and putting them away along with your purse and badge. you had an open studio apartment, it was nice and convenient for you since everything was open and close by. 

"i cant just stop by and say hello to my sister?" he cooed, hopping up on the back of your couch and swinging his feet in the air. his heavy boots clunking against the back of the couch, you shook your head, 

"no you cant, not without warning. i work for gotham now, i cant let people know I'm related to the most notorious hitman in gotham who also works for falcone," 

"correction, i work for anyone if they pay me right, falcone just pays me best," 

"and your loyal to him," you sighed, "what do you want?" you said exhaustedly, tying your hair up in a messy bun and walking across the room into the kitchen and pulling down one of your cookbooks, 

"what are you making?" he asked, walking over to the counter and leaning on it, 

"what do you want," you repeated, not looking at him and tried to find a simple recipe for dinner for you and ed, 

"italian preferably," he joked and peeked at the cookbook before you snatched it away and placed it on the counter behind you, "do you have a daaaateeee?" he cooed, you groaned and grabbed a knife and slammed it down where his hand was but he moved out of the way, 

"what do you want victor," you said sternly, taking the knife back and holding it at your side, he sighed and rolled his eyes, 

"i genuinely don't want anything, i just wanted to congratulate you on getting a nice job, and to warn you that I will be making a grand visit soon because falcone has a hit on Jim," he paused and toddled off, "don't worry i wont kill the solider boy, falcone wants him alive," you put the knife back and put a mark on the page you want for dinner, 

"and what makes you think i would care? come in all you want, I'm in the forensics ward. I'm secluded from everyone, just don't kill anyone," you said as you looked down at his arms, he cleared his throat, 

"i wont unless i have to," he replied, "just don't get too wound up in this cop business, pretty soon Falcone, Maroni, and fish will all come in and as much as you hate me, id rather nothing bad happen to you. you've stayed out of the mob for this long, keep it that way," 

"why would you care? you're the one who encouraged me to be a hitman like you, but be your personal medical assistant for if something happened to you or the mob," you spat, "hell I'm sure Jim is already on edge that i knew what bullet killed one of Maroni's guys," 

"just don't talk about that stuff around them, because once they find out who you are I'm sure you'll lose your special little job," you frowned and looked down, "by the way, what did you change your name to?" 

you told him your new name and walked closer to him, you loved your brother, but before all of this happened. all of this tore you two apart, and almost made you lose your entire career, but not only that but your life countless of times. and he knows that. deep down you like to think he cares about you, hell he wouldn't be here if he didn't, but you can't help but to think that he might have some type of ulterior motive behind the visit other than checking up and telling you about how he has a hit on Gordon. 

you pulled him in for a hug and squeezed him tightly, it took him a second before he hugged you back. there was some humanity in him. just very, very deep down inside his blood. under all the hatred, greed, and gunpowder. 

"you know I do everything to protect you right?" he said, you nodded, "despite all my work with Falcone, and whoever else that pays me, I always make sure that you're safe. that's a promise I hold to you and will always hold to you. as long as you keep your nose clean." 

you grew a little teary-eyed at the man's words, he was a scary man, a hard-to-believe man, but there's no reason for you not to believe him right now. 

"you should come work with me, you know the business and you have the same accuracy as I do. you'll be making so much more than you do now and you can finally move out of this slum studio," you broke the embrace and wiped your eyes, 

"you should leave, i have a guest coming over and i still need to cook and change out of my work clothes," you walked over to the door and held it open for him, he slinked over to the door and gave you one last look, 

"think about it," he said finally before he took his leave. you sighed and rubbed your face. as if you haven't thought about joining him so many times before. but youve gone this far without caving in yet.