Riddle Me Love... The Riddler x Superhero! Reader

Chapter 3- It's A Bird, It's A Plane, It's Definitely Not Superman

And then... The Riddler pressed the button to detonate the bomb. You squeezed you eyes shut, not wanting to see the aftermath.

The horrible, bloody aftermath that was coming for these innocent people.

Nothing happened. He pressed the button again, and again.

Click, click, clickclickclick...

"Why is it not working? It's wired properly and everything! Detonate, detonate, detonate!"

"Hey, Riddler, riddle me this!" A familiar voice said as the Riddler got hit with a flying kick from the other side of the room, from Robin, the Original Boy Wonder. A dark coloured blur came swinging over, cut your bindings, and ripped off the tape from your mouth.

Batman.

You jumped up and did your job, helping to evacuate the people out of the building. As you ran back in to make sure everyone was out, the bomb finally went off, the pain hit you in a horrible, burning wave, and knocked you down, and the world went black for the second time that day.

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When you wake up, you're in the Gotham City Hospital, room 613. Dick, Bruce, and Alfred were sitting, in there, waiting for you to wake up.

As well as... Edward Nygma, who looked extremely worried and upset.

"Why am I here? What happened? I remember an explosion, and then-" Alfred cut you off.

"You ended up with a minor concussion, but other than cuts and bruises, that is the extent of your injuries." Alfred looked absolutely distraught.

"Oh..." You said softly, before the pain ripped through you like a hot knife. You curled into a ball, not even caring who was in the room, you just wanted the pain to stop.

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Edward's P.O.V.

I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I didn't realize (Y/n) was in the crowd, she could have died, and it would be my fault.

Why do I even care that much? I think it might be...

No...

It can't be...

But I do think I like her enough to keep her around.

No, you are a criminal and a murderer.

You can't get attached to anyone, and you know that Eddie. She wouldn't even want to look at you if she knew what you have done to Gotham City.

Just like her friends here with her.

I don't know what to do. She is in a ball whimpering on the bed, and I can't even do anything to ease her pain. I, for once, regret my actions.

Yet, with my apologies and condolences, I left to go ponder these strange feelings.