𝐎𝐱𝐲𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐧 (Ed/Riddler x Reader)

Back to Business

"no! out of the question!" victor snapped, 

"why not?!" you cried, crossed your arms over your chest as you stared at your brothers beady soulless eyes, 

"because if you want to live in the real world and not behind arkham bars, youre going to be a hitman. that was our deal, plus now that your perspective on life has changed, you cant go back to a 9 to 5 job." 

"im not going back to a 9 to 5, i want to get a club and become untouchable under falcones wing, like you." you groaned, he shook his head and shoved two guns into your hands,

"no, not now at least. get a name for yourself, gain respect and then maybe we can revisit this topic. but for now we have to go get a guy," victor said as you placed the guns into the holsters on the side of your thighs. 

you followed him throughout the house, he was mindful of the corners he turned just in case for some reason a cop would be here with falcone, or falcone would be meeting with someone important. he didnt like to cross paths if falcone was with someone, but he usually wasnt. usually, he was in the backyard playing with his chickens and feeding them. but victor still remained careful. 

its been a few days since you were broken out, living here at falcones estate was nice. fresh breakfast, sleep as much as you wanted, ate whenever you wanted, watched what you wanted, and you didnt have to have much to any contact with victor or falcone either due to victor being out on business and falcone liking his privacy and alone time. 

it got lonely, and you missed edward and hoped he was well and would get out soon, but you were mad at him for not coming with you. this was his chance to be with you for forever, or at least for the time being. even though this new you was emotionally cut off, you still felt something for him. there was something about the nerdy, but yet sinister man that pulled you in and sucked you up just as bad as he did when you first met him. 

the two of you and some of victors ladies grouped up in the garage and climbed into the van. one of falcones men hopped into the driver seat, while we all sat and hid in the back of the van. everyone was radio silent during the ride except for victor. he was whistling the whole time. 

whistling. on the way to go murder someone. 

you gave him a dirty look and stared at him, he glanced at me  and crossed his arms, "what? why are you staring at me," 

"youre whistling" he raised an eyebrow bone at you and looked around the back of the van, 

"yeah and? i whistle all the time" 

"we are on the way to a hit, i dont think its a very cheerful event," his corners of his mouth curled upwards into a smile, a sinister smile. 

"it is a cheerful event, we all get paid!" part of you did grow excited over the idea of going to the hit, but something was holding you back from fully living in the moment. maybe it was because it was your first hit. 

the van pulled to a stop and victor stood up. he pointed at one of the girls and you, 

"i want you two with me for the hit itself, the rest of you are on lookout and backup," the door opened, you followed victor close behind as he walked into the building. you pulled out your guns and kept look out. 

"so who exactly are we going to go and hit?" you whispered, victor didnt respond. he kept walking, turning every corner with caution. 

none of them made a noise when they walked, despite the heaviness of their boots. whereas you made small clicks when you walked, but also you was wearing heels. why? because it looked better, but it was so far from practical.