Coffee Talk || The Riddler x Reader

Tired

Note : For talking about social media, I will use the term "nigma" which is basically the reddit/4chan/twitch(?) Of the batman universe. It is mentioned in "The Riddler : Year one".

You just arrived in your new apartment, it's not really big but it's not like you could afford bigger, it's the cheapest place that you could find and it happens to be in Gotham city, one of the place with the highest criminal activities in the state and it was certainly why this place was so cheap, but you don't really know a lot about this city, nor it criminals so you weren't really worried about it. You sigh as you look around your new home, trying to visualise how it could look decorated.

After a moment, you lay down on your bed with comfy clothes on and open your laptop. You're on nigma, trying to find something that could be interesting, you go on the "current news" thread to try to get to know your new city a bit better and a post seems to catch your attention:"Masked civilian kills the Mayor and the  police commissioner in the name of justice", you slowly start to get a bit more worried as you read through the post and learn that the murder of the police commissioner only happend a few hour ago.
Even tho you're scared, you continue to read out of morbid curiosities since the post was really detailed and didn't try to censure any gore, which was usual with nigma. But the more you read, the more you started to understand this masked civilian. You knew you weren't the sanest person on earth, but it still made you feel weird to agree on some point with a murderer. After some hour, you closed your laptop, still confused about the way you felt, and tried to sleep, trying to ignore all the overthinking that was going through your head.

You woke up after a really bad night. It took you almost 3 hours to fall asleep because you couldn't get this murderer out of your mind, and you thought that after a good night, he would disappear from your head but no, he was the first thing that came to your mind and you don't know why, probably out of fear, he could literally be everywhere but at the same time you knew he wouldn't have any reason to kill you so why would you be so scared ?
You stayed in bed for a while, looking at the ceiling in confusion. You didn't really know what to do. As an artist, you didn't really have any schedule or any reason to go out except for groceries, but you thought that maybe some air could help you forget about him.. For a moment, at least. So you go out of your bed struggling a bit because you are still a bit tired, take a shower put on makeup (or not) and put on the clothe you casually wear and take a scketchbook and some money with you and get out of your house.
At first you wanted to go to the park but it was way too cold outside so you just went to the nearest diner.

As you entered the diner, it was almost full for some reason, so you just took the free place that was next to a man, you weren't really social but you knew that you would probably not interact with him so it didn't really bother you that much. You sit down and order a cup of coffee, nothing too fancy, you just needed this to stop feeling this tired.

As you wait for your coffee to arrive, this strange murderer resurfaced your mind, you just want to grab your phone to search for more news about him, but you decide to take your sketchbook instead, sometime it helps you to go out of your overthinking but unfortunately not this time because you unconsciously draw the mask by memory of this man, you nervously sketch it in a weirdly really detailed way, you try to cover it with your arm, not wanting anyone to see it and judge you but you miserably fail as you feel the stare of the guy sitting next to you. You decide to look at him discretly to make sure that it wasn'tjust your anxiety acting up, but you quickly stop when you notice that he was clearly looking at your sketch. You start to get even more anxious, not knowing if you should say something or just act like no one is looking, but the second option seems impossible due to your hand slowly starting to shake. It seems like the only option left is to explain why you are sketching a murderer, but as you prepare what to say to not sound like a complete weirdo, you hear a soft voice coming from your left.

"Hum.. hey"