𝐎𝐱𝐲𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐧 (Ed/Riddler x Reader)

jailbird

(from this point on, y/n has her "evil" or other personality in light, much like edwards change, just to help clarify) 

A few weeks later after the unfortunate arrest by the G.C.P.D, you were transferred into arkham with edward. you stayed in your cell for most of your time there, but sometimes you'd go out during rec time. rarely though. you havent seen ed much, much at all really. you werent mad at him, but at the same time you were. 

you had no reason to be dragged out to god knows where for god knows what. but also you wanted to take the time to adjust. you werent used to being in the light like this. and you werent going to go away. the news was out. you were a zsasz. you were connected with falcone in the police's eyes. even if it was just a 5 minute chat and an acid bath. 

all you knew is you wanted to get out of here. arkham. to be back with all the patients you tried to treat when the idiots would hurt themselves or hurt one another. but now, now you felt as psychotic. 

the real you. 

those three words rang throughout your head like a bad nightmare, or maybe a good dream. being locked up forbade you from living life to tell if it was a good or bad thing yet. 

even though this side of you wasnt as lovesick as the other one, you still cared for him. and you did miss him, even in this time of need to yourself. hell maybe its just because you havent allowed yourself to look at him since the court decided your fate of fraud and insanity. 

insane! 

fraud you could understand, you went under a completely different identity for years of being in gotham with false papers, but insanity? you didnt even do anything, you were just following him. no crime in following him, but the people here knew you, they knew you werent insane. they could consider you legally insane if they got off their asses and tested you. then your sentence would be cut more to just fraud. 

"hey doc," sang a familiar voice, you turned your head at the cell door and saw one of your past colleagues opening the door. you got up and went over to the door, 

"hey will, is it rec time?" he nodded and unlocked the door, you turned around and placed your hands behind the back and he cuffed you right away, but loosely. Will was a sweet old man, maybe early sixties, always been a guard but liked to hang out around the medical side of the asylum, especially when you were on shift. the two of you got along well. you turned around and walked off with him, "you know you dont have to call me doc anymore, im not that anymore," 

"i know, but thats how i know you. the doc. the doc that i took in under my wing when nobody wanted to talk to her," he said sentimentally, you sighed and looked at him, 

"you know im not insane right," he nodded, and walked you over to the rec room, 

"just be safe, ill be around. know the people, once you know their quirks they'll be sweet with you. but im sure you know that, they always liked you as their doctor," he said softly as he unhandcuffed you and walked you into the rec room, locking the cell door behind you. you turned around and watched him walk off into a close by wall and guard. 

you faced the group of inmates, some of them were new, but a lot of them you remember. especially edward. you stood there, folding your arms across your chest with a bitter look as you stared at him. he looked up from his newpaper at you. 

the first time in weeks that hes seen your eyes meet his. 

he set the newspaper down and stood up slowly, never breaking the eye contact with you, you took a deep breath and grew slightly empathetic at the poor man's gaze. 

you went over to him, he stood up more tall as you grew closer, once you were toe to toe with him, you looked up at him, taking in all his features once more as if you were seeing him for the first time once again. 

"the real you?" he croaked out, 

"theres always one inside all of us in gotham, right?" you asked, he smiled and gave you a tight hug. you wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled into him. you missed his warmth, any warmth really. 

he broke the embrace but held onto your hand as he sat down, pulling you down gently to sit on his lap. you leaned into his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck. he snaked his hand around your waist and parted some hair out of your face, 

"im sorry i got you into all this mess," he said softly, his complexion softened, 

"what were you even doing ed, you never told me why i should even be in here you the, the actual convicted felon and criminally insane," 

"do you remember the mysterious man who was after jim gordan?" 

"the one from the subway and bank?" he nodded, "that was you?" 

"it was, and remember that girl in my office, the one who snapped at you for being nosey?" 

"kristin kringle? yeah you dated her, already knew that," 

"well theres more than just being with her," 

"you mean her sudden run away with that one cop?" 

"you mean the cop that i killed and her run away was in that forest?" you tensed up, you looked him in the eye to see if he was joking but, he was straight faced. 

"you mean to tell me, you drove me out to that forest to dig up your dead, ex girlfriend," he nodded and pulled you closer to his chest a little tighter, "were you going to kill me?" 

"never crossed my mind, theres something different in you than with her," you raised your eyebrow at him, "she was soft, you dont bat an eye, even now," 

you were confused on what he really meant, you laid your head on his shoulder and rubbed his chest, 

"we need to get out of here," he said softly, laying his head on yours, 

"i know we do," 

"i want to see my brother," your heart felt empty saying those words, you wanted- no needed to see him. 

"you hate your brother, why now?" 

"hes my brother ed, and its not like i can go back to the gcpd anytime soon, i might as well get a job with someone i know best in the business," 

"babe," he placed his hand on your cheek and tilted your face up to look at him, "once we get out, the city can be ours and youll never have to worry again," you tensed up even more, you didnt want to continue the conversation, you wouldnt be able to get him to understand, not yet at least. you didnt want to be in the business, but you wanted to try it out. see why victor wanted you so badly. 

"hell, maybe when we get out i'll start a club and be the new fish mooney or something now that i wont be able to be an m.e anymore," you half-joked, he chuckled and planted a kiss on your lips, 

"i have a plan, we'll be out of here in no time," he said confidently, you believed him. he's smart enough to figure something out. 

"uhm miss," stammered someone, you turned your attention to the inmate and looked up at him, 

"you were a doctor here," he said, monotone voice, dumb look on his face too. you nodded, 

"yeah i was, but now im not," 

"can you look at this wound," as soon as he said that he lifted his shirt and pointed at a bruise on his chest, you forgot that the people here fried the brains of the inmates, 

"its just a bruise big guy, youll be fine," 

"no, its a bullet wound!" he exclaimed, you saw tears go to his eyes, you stood up and placed your hand over the bruise gently and he winced, 

"uhm" you mumbled, you looked at ed and he was just as confused as you were, 

"w-well it seems the bullet itself isnt there, just go put a napkin on it and keep it clean," you said, he calmed down and put his shirt down and nodded, 

"okay doctor, thank you!" he toddled off and grabbed a napkin and sat down, holding the napkin over the bruise. you turned and faced edward once more, 

"we need to get out of here."