𝐎𝐱𝐲𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐧 (Ed/Riddler x Reader)

Mr. Falcone

knock knock knock

the sound of loud knocks traveled throughout your apartment as you jolted awake. too loud to be Edwards, looking around you didn't see victor, plus you knew it wouldn't be him anyway because he doesn't knock, he just lets himself inside. you groaned and looked at the clock and saw it was going on 11 am. you got up and trudged yourself over to the door and curled your fingers around the door knob, 

"dont open it," chimed a familiar voice, you took your hand off the doorknob and looked around but saw nobody. it sounded almost like you, was it? no, it couldn't have been whatever greeted you in the bathroom yesterday. its just your subconscious, youre tired. 

you wrapped your fingers around the doorknob once more and pulled it open, 

"hello?" you questioned, rubbing your eyes and not focussing on who was at the door as you were still fully trying to wake up.

"ma'am you're going to have to come with us," a strong voice said before grabbing you and carrying you downstairs, you woke up instantly and started thrashing, 

"what the fuck?!" you exclaimed, thrashing against him and almost falling due to the difference in force, 

"we're with Don Falcone, please remain silent and don't cause a scene, this will move a lot better if you just coroporate," you grew cold and calmed down slowly. you weren't with the idea of going to wherever falcone was sending you but you didn't want to cause problems. once you went down the stairs and were in eyesight of the front door. your back was carefully pulled into the chest of one of the man, fully in his warm embrace. you fought against it until there was a rag over your mouth and nose, as you kept inhaling you passed out against the strange mans chest. 

after what felt like hours, you woke up to the sound of a man speaking, 

"miss its time to wake up," you kept hearing. you rubbed your head and slowly opened your eyes, growing more accustomed to what was happening, 

"where am i?" you murmured, slowly remembering what had all happened before you passed out, remembering passing out against the mans chest. at least he did it gently,  

"we're a few minutes away from Don Falcones," 

"how can i go to falcones when I'm still in my pjs and i don't have my phone or anything? how can i even trust that you guys are with falcone?" 

"trust us, we're with falcone. how would we even have your address? its not like we approached zsasz on the streets and asked for your address," the man driving said, he paused, "there's an outfit for you back there. change in the backseat." the driver closed a window separating the front of the car to the back. you looked in the bag and pulled out a crimson red off-the-shoulder dress. it couldnt even come close to a cocktail dress, it was classy but sexy. but just enough. you carefully but awkwardly changed in the back of the car. on the floor was another bag with a mirror, makeup, a comb, and black red-bottomed stilettos. you wondered if these were all to keep or not, but also wondered the price. 

you skipped the makeup but combed out your hair better, by the time you finished combing your long dark hair the car pulled to a stop. you tried looking out the tinted window but saw slim to nothing until someone had opened the door for you and reached their hand out to you. you took the gloved hand and stepped out, 

"glad you could make it," sounded your brother, you sighed and trailed your glance from the gloved hand up to the face you knew too well. 

"hello victor," taking your hand away, you smoothed out your dress better and walked with him up to the facility. it wasn't a house, it wasn't even a restaurant. it was a factory of some sort. but you couldn't see any name anywhere. you grew a little colder at the idea of not being in a public eye or a named building. "where are we?"