A riddlebat fanfic riddled with angst, lactose intolerance, and love confessions. Bruce Wayne, the Batman, goes undercover on a social media website to hunt down the Riddler, a streamer who has been terrorizing Gotham by exposing its corruption thro...
My new recruit was an orphan? AND he was good at riddles? Some foreign feeling was stirring deep down. I couldn't tell what it was. It was like the feeling whenever I saw Batman's beautifully sculpted, muscular arms like that of a Greek God — which I hated, of course. I still had my reservations about xXDark_Knight_Emo_Lord_69Xx though. He always left in the middle of our conversations whenever things were getting interesting, I wondered what his arm looked like. He might be like Holden Caulfield, annoying and afraid of intimacy.
"I haven't met an orphan since I left that awful place". I always thought I was the only one. "Can I confide in you, my Emo Lord? Although I am the face of this movement, sometimes I look in the mirror and still feel like that little orphan choir boy". Even then, the voices in my head sang AVEEEEE MARIIIIIIAAAAAA, like the flapper physics teacher. Her screeches still echo loud enough to vibrate like a tuning fork throughout my wretched soul.
"i'm sure you don't LOOK like a little choir boy, Riddler".
"Oh, but I do. Only a sigma choir boy like myself can break the spirits of these corrupt hooligans with the sweet sound of singing. I am an angel amongst these DEMONS"
"can i see? i promise i won't tell anyone. if you don't want to i understand".
Hm. This was a bold request. But I could be bolder. Maybe this could be a chance for the new recruit to prove himself.
"I'll show you the best photo I have of myself."
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Sent. For some reason, I was nervous to hear his response. My palms began to sweat.
"i didn't expect such an... angelic face. in a good way. you ARE the fearsome leader of the no more lies movement. you remind me of an axolotl".
Now this was not the reaction I was expecting. My stomach... fluttered... like a butterfly? I shoved the feeling back down. I had to focus on my mission.
"my favorite creature".
What was his motivation here? Thoughts ran rampant through my head just as those rats did in that dumpster. What does this mean? Was he just toying with my fickle emotions?
"You're my only follower who has seen my face. Could I see yours?"
If we could both establish a level of trust, I would be confident that I could confide in him. I waited for a response. And I waited. I kept waiting until I was sure he was gone. Of course he was gone. I wasn't like I missed him or anything. Or the attention he gave me. He didn't make me feel heard or seen or anything like that. But why did he leave?
I paused before looking out the window. I was scared to turn around because I knew what I was going to see. I was right. I was angry. I needed an outlet for my rage. The blood of Gotham's District Attorney would be on xXDark_Knight_Emo_Lord_69Xx 's hands.
