The Riddler x Reader (18+)

Little brat

"Edward....Nashton?..." you mumbled as he winded his eyes at your response.

"How do you..."

"Orphanage..." you said quickly. He wasnt a complete stranger, you remembered a few things from the past, including him...once he reminded you. He seemed to be embarrassed when he heard his own name being mentioned by others.

"Dont call me that" he hissed....you both went in silence for a moment, then he looked back at you, smiling mischievously at his own thoughts "Just The Riddler is what I prefer more" was he serious? You thought

"Why not e-" you wanted to speak your mind but it was almost as if he knew, as he placed his finger on your lips, making you stop mid sentence.

"Y/N...i just treated your wound, do me a favor and do this for me in return" he let go off your mouth, now anticipated for you to refer to him as he requested.  You hesitated...it felt weird and unnatural calling him that "okay....riddler" but you said it anyway very quietly, he smiled very happily and stood up from the couch.

"You must be hungry...let me get you something" Without waiting for your response, he walked away to the kitchen, trying to find food, and he wasn't wrong....you were starving and dehydrated, you cant remember the last time you took a sip of a water when you were at work, who would have known that you'd be kidnapped by your...somewhat of a friend from your childhood that night. In a moment he came back with (your favorite food) and handed it you, it was still warm..., almost as if he went to buy it not so long ago, and the very familiar smell made your mouth salivate. You looked up at him as he smiled ever so sweetly, like a sunshine.

"Thanks..." you werent even surprised that he knew what your favorite food was, considering the fact that hes been watching you for god knows how long, you began to eat it very slowly as you sighed satisfied, your body was very thankful too. The Riddler stroke your hair and placed a glass of water on the table as well "I'll go talk to our guest for a moment...you enjoy your food while im away" as he said that, he began to make his way to the room you saw him exit minutes ago, without the mask and his coat...what was he gonna do? You thought as you watched the squealing door close behind him. It didnt take you long before you finished your meal and gobbled the cold tap water...you could feel yourself relax a little as you leaned your back against the couch. Then suddenly the door infront you finally took your full attention...you noticed it was half open and it was letting a very low light shine through it...was that the main door?

You quickly stood up on your feet and impatiently looked around if Riddler wasnt watching from somewhere, and once assured no one was here, you almost sprinted to the door, desperately hoping that this was the exit for you to leave and call the cops. No matter how nicely he was treating you at the moment, you refused to be under someone's command. As you approached the door and opened it, the door made a loud squeal, making your body tense up in panic. There was no time to waste now, whether this is the exit or not, you had to take the chance as the riddler probably heard you leaving by now. It seemed to be a long hallway that lead to another door, it came apparent to you that this probably wasn't an apartment complex...you jogged to the door all the way to the end and quickly opened them, followed by another squeal from how rusted the metal was....Shit, you thought to yourself and entered another dim lit hallway, that now included a bunch of doors on each side...you assumed that other people must live here too and began to knock on each door, hoping someone would eventually answer your callouts

"Hello?? Somebody? I need help!" You knocked on them one by one very desperately, growing more anxious as you heard no one reply, was this perhaps an abandoned apartment complex? Where the hell were you? You thought to yourself

As you came to the second last door and no one answered yet again, you bumped your head against the wood, tearing up at the fact you were probably in the middle of no where and alone with  a serial killer that was obsessed with you. The last door that was placed at the end of the hallway either let outside, or yet to another room you were unfamiliar with. You sighed and were about to look whats inside...when suddenly you could hear different footsteps. You looked at the start of the hallway and you could feel your heart drop as you saw the Riddler stand there with a death stare, he was pissed.