𝐓𝐔'𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈 تقبرني,
❝ their love was a silent symphony,
beautiful and tragic,
played only for them,
and heard by none but the night. ❞
𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 ━━━━━
B. WAYNE x FEM!OC
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الحسرةهيالحبالذيلميكتمل heartbreak is love left unfinished
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THERE HE WAS. THE RIDDLER.
That little freak.
His gaze never wavered, those dark glasses gleaming like glassy, emotionless eyes in the half-light of her apartment. He tilted his head slightly, studying her with a twisted sort of amusement, like a predator observing prey that didn't yet realize it was cornered.
"Oh, Maryam..." His voice was soft, almost affectionate in its cruelty, as if he were letting her in on some private joke she wasn't allowed to understand. "You think that's what I'm doing here? Playing? No, no, no..." He clicked his tongue, the sound unnervingly soft and deliberate. "You're smart. I know that. But I don't think you're that smart. You're not asking the right question. You're not looking at the real problem, are you?"
The room felt smaller now, the walls closing in as the Riddler tilted his head, studying her with a silent intensity that was far worse than anything he could have said. His glasses caught the faint glow of the TV, reflecting the light back at her like hollow, unblinking eyes.
Maryam's breath hitched. The air in her apartment was too still, too heavy, like the calm before a tornado.
Her mind raced, cataloging every exit, every potential weapon within reach.
The coffee table was too far; the lamp would take too long to unscrew from its base. Her phone lay discarded on the counter, its screen dark and useless.
He took a slow step forward, and she instinctively took a step back, as if his presence were something tangible, expanding and pressing in on her. The dim light flickered off the edges of his khaki mask, a crude, makeshift thing that did nothing to hide the dangerous intent lurking behind it.
The glasses ( those absurd, thick-rimmed, round spectacles ) caught the light in a way that almost mocked her. Ridiculous, yes. But somehow, they made him even more terrifying, as if he were wearing them just to make her feel small.
