Edward Nygma, or The Riddler, as all of Gotham knows him to be, is in his apartment. He is playing his next victim out, letting his ideas pour into his composition notebook on his desk. There was the plan to capture Gil Colson on his way out of the Iceberg Lounge. He knew he would be there, Ed had memorized his schedule. The filthy, corrupt, district attorney that Gil Colson is, lies. He is a pawn used by Falcone, and could possibly be used as a distraction at the good old mayor's funeral. Edwards knew that taking him would lead to a much larger amount of fun; this fun including the Batman himself.
Edward knows he has feelings for Bats, the nickname Ed had come up with for Batman, in a way. He didn't publicly tell his fans, or anyone for that matter, but he knew it was true. He wrote a personalized letter, addressed to "The Batman". He stuck it to the chest of Colson and continued the rest of the plan accordingly.
After the rather large scene at the funeral, Batman arrived. He had seen everything happen up close, due to being there out of disguise just a little while earlier, and saw the letter addressed to him as well. When Batman opened the letter, it said to answer the phone. Colson slowly lifted his hand, showing the very obvious cell phone, that was taped to his hand, that was ringing. The Batman answered the call, and the Riddler came on screen.
There was a long conversation, with riddles involved to save Colsons life from the bomb around his neck. Ultimately, when Colson wouldn't answer the final riddle about the metaphorical rat from the last riddle that Batman solves, he blew. Batman was shoved back, with ringing ears. Something fell close to him and he looked over, seeing a fireproof package addressed to him: The Batman. He grabbed the small package and shoved it into one of his pockets in his suit, then passed out from the impact of the explosion.
Batman woke up in a room with tons of officers. He was not fully awake yet, but when one of them tried to take off his mask, it's like he was injected with purified, extracted, caffeine from hundreds of coffees at once. Bats jumped up and got into a fighting position. Quickly, Gordon settled everyone down enough. He got to have a private talk with Batman, and they planned out how he was going to escape. It eventually led to Gordon being punched in the face to look like Batman was making some great escape.
Batman got home to Wayne Manor, and transformed into his shut in, depressed self, Bruce Wayne. The suit of Batman was hung up. Alfred greeted him and watched through the recordings of the contacts that Batman wore through his night. Sometimes Alfred could find things that Bruce had not caught, and it proved useful to him. They ended their night together with Alfred heading upstairs and telling Bruce to take a shower, which he did.
Later that day, Bruce recalled the small package that he picked up before passing out due to the explosion caused by the Riddler. The Riddler. Bruce couldn't seem to put his finger on it, but he felt different about the murderous villian that he was up against compared to all the other villians he had faced. Bruce decided to take it off of his mind for now and went to the batcave to retrieve the package from the Riddler.
With a huffed sigh, Bruce fell into his chair that he had conveniently close to where he was standing. The thought of opening the package felt wrong for some reason to him. It was addressed to The Batman and not for Bruce Wayne. Regardless, Bruce successfully pushed these thoughts away and opened the package carefully. There was a small disk inside of it, and a note. The note started with "Dear Bats," and continued on how he had made this specialized movie just for him. It was signed off with "Love, The Riddler" and had shaky drawn hearts next to the name. There were lip prints on the page, like it had been kissed by someone who was wearing lipstick. Bruce got suspicious of the now identified DVD. He turned it over, then back to the original side, as if examining the disc intently. He was trying to keep his mind off the hearts and kisses on the page. It affected him in a way that he didn't really understand, but still didn't like how it felt. It was warm, too warm, because of it.
Bruce debated actually watching the DVD. He was nervous it could have something brutal in it, like his next victim being killed in the most gorey way. Bruce can handle gore, but that didn't mean he enjoyed it, like the psychopath who the Riddler is. For now, Bruce set the DVD in a drawer at his desk in the Bat Cave and went back into Wayne Manor. He figured now would be a good time to sleep; he would figure this out after he woke up.
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The Bat and the Riddler
FanficMaybe the Riddler and Batman have something going on between them that the rest of the world will never know