It Takes Two to Tango (Riddler x Reader) (Request)

It Takes Two To Tango (Riddler x Reader)

A/N: A one shot requested by someone on tumblr.

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There you sat on the toilet, looking at the urine infested stick holding the answer for the burning question that was in your mind for weeks now. How could this box say that you were going to bring a "miracle" into this world with that disturbing pink line hurting your eyes. You don't even like children! You never planned this, you never saw this in your future, especially not now and damn it, the guy who banged you, how the hell is ever going to be a father. You weren't even suppose to be with guy in the first place. Who in their right mind would? You obviously. You like him and you think he likes you and you can't help yourself but get involved with him. Honestly, if anyone were to find out, they would most certaintly send you to Arkham along with him.

Well, obviously you cant keep this from him and you're not honestly afraid of telling him. You actually have the whole situation figured out in your mind as you sit there alone in your bathroom. You tell him, he tells you he can't. He'll tell you you're own and give you valid reasons as to why it can't work out between the two of you. Besides the baby. Even if he wasn't The Riddler, he would still be a narcissistic smart ass who'd be too busy on himself. Sometimes you wonder what it is that attracted yourself to him.

You drop the the stick and place your head in your hands trying to steady your uneasy breathing. How could this possibly happen? You two have done it several times. For a man who's always to focus on his puzzles and catching Batman, he seems to have a very active libido. Then again, maybe because of that, he barely gets the relief he needs. You stood up and stand in front of the dirty, water stained mirror, taking in your tired face. Just wait. Nine months and you'll be popping out a mini you. You chuckled at this. Maybe if you tell him this, he might want to be a dad...maybe. You wash your hands and face with some cold water to make yourself more awake.

In your room, you opened your drawer and pulled out a cheap, small, black cell phone and went into the contacts to only see one number. He got it for you to keep in contact with him without anyone knowing that you're connected to him. You sat on your bed and thought while staring at his number. Maybe you could abort it. You don't have to tell him nothing and just get rid of it and pretend that nothing happened and go on with life as normal. But could you do it? Could you do it without telling him? Could you even try to get rid of it? You don't know. You don't know anything anymore.

The ringing wakes you up from your dream state, hoping that it goes straight to voicemail, giving you some reason to not tell him at all. It's funny how you dread hearing his voice in this moment.

"Hello?"

"...Hey..."

"Are you alright? Usually I'm the one who calls you."

"I'm fine, I just...there's something I gotta tell you."

"Do you think it can wait? I'm onto something at the moment and I don't want to lose my train of thought."

"I can but I don't want to."

"Well, Y/N, I think it's best if you-"

"I'm pregnant and it's yours."

"...."

"I already took all of the pregnancy tests from three different brands and they all came out positive."

"I, uh, don't-"

"Hey, I get it, you don't want it. I just thought I'd let you know. I'll see you on the news." Then you hung up. There, it's done and over with. You lay on your bed staring up at the ceiling with nothing going through you. You were overwhelmed but you refused to feel it, pretending that everything was going to be okay and that you would be fine. But the emotions that you refused to feel had drained to the point where you felt drowsy and fell asleep.