Riddler/Ed Nygma Imagines and Stuff

the hell is a title anyways

You were doing a bit of a last minute grocery run, working late unfortunately meant that most of the stores around would be closed or closing by the time you got to them. You quickly slammed the car door shut and sped off towards the nearest store, a half assembled list sorting itself out in your head as you pulled into the parking lot.

Fifteen minutes to closing, you thought as you trotted quickly towards the well lit building. Stepping inside, one of the clerks, who was cleaning his area, looked at you, slightly disgusted by the fact that you had come in.

“I'll only be a minute I know what I need,” you politely explained as you escaped the front to the aisles, stopping by the places you needed and silently counting down the seconds in your head to remind you of the time.

It only took one hundred and sixty-eight seconds for you to come back to the only open lane, the disgusted preteen looked at you again, smiled at the small amount of items.

“Did you find everything you needed, ma'am,” he rehearsed the line as he'd probably done a thousand times today.

You nodded, “in under five minutes, yes.”

“Thank you, that'll be fifteen dollars and twenty cents.”

You opened your wallet and handed him a twenty. “Keep the change for yourself. I understand the inconvenience of last minute customers.”

You grabbed your bag and left for your car, unlocked the passenger's side and put your bag safely on the floorboard. As you spun around to head to the driver's seat, a rag covered hand grasped your face and the world went dark.

Your eyes phased into focus an uncertain amount of time later. The first thought that came to surface in the ebbing sea of your mind was: ’Ed's going to notice I'm not home before too long.’

The next few images to spot your inner psyche were ones of fight or flight. Assessing the situation around you, you decided it best to wait a little longer before doing anything rash.

An echo of footfalls jarred you back to full attention, the aroma of dirt and mildew stinging your nostrils. The padding feet stopped just short of the door to your current, and hopefully short-lived, place of residence.

“Let's see how ole Eddie feels now,” a low, raspy voice muttered. “Take our heist, we'll take yer dame!”

A different, distinct feminine voice giggled before adding, “yeah, those jewels were siren territory anyways, right puddin’?”

Harley and possibly the Joker, one of the two had been at your apartment for ‘Winesday’ not even two days ago. You listened into their conversation whilst fiddling around with the ropes binding your wrists together. You stopped abruptly as the notorious clown king of crime, along with two of Gotham's sirens, stepped into the room.

“You're awake,” the prince of insanity perked up. “All the better. Harley, my sweet. Be a dear will ya, grab me a nice, sharp knife!”

“You know, kid,” the harlequin queen spoke to you. “I got nothin’ on you personally. Eddie, however, owes me and my gals a bit of cash!”

You listened silently, trying your best to not get bent out of shape at the three kidnappers to your immediate front. You kept slowly, silently fiddling with the ropes wrapping your wrists. A loud noise from outside the room gave you the break that you needed as the three of them bolted to check it out.

As you succeeded in unbinding yourself, listening to the Joker yell at some cronies for setting off a nearby trap. Harley and Ivy were sent back in as he cleaned up the mess.

With the two women’s backs turned to you, you sprung into action! Grabbing a pair of nightsticks, you wailed forward, proudly knocking both of them out quickly and quietly.

“Sorry Girls,” you spat victoriously. “I have a date to get back to, no hard feelings, right?”

You trotted carefully, subduing cronies as if playing a game of whack a mole. You smiled proudly at how all of the weight training and martial arts lessons finally paid off. Kicking, punching, and bashing your way down the dark and damp hallway.

Joker was just finished putting up the last bit of trap when a clown-masked dullard was sent crashing into the room. He laughed at the suddenness, then caught on to the escapee that came full force towards him.

A violent scream erupted from your body as you and he began to battle. You crashed down hard on him, landing parallel strikes on either side of his head. Using the decrease in space, he thrust his left knee hard into your lower abdomen. You toppled backwards, not wasting any time you jutted your leg out in a low kick.

As you took on the self-proclaimed ‘killer clown prince of crime’, a green flash entered the room, giving you the advantage of two to one.

“(Y/N),” The green clad saviour dealt a blow as he questioned. “What are you doing here? Did they hurt you?”

You right hooked an angry clown man, knocking him back as more took his place.

“Ed,” you kept fighting along side of your man. “Did you have to bring all these masked weirdos in with you?”

You and he began to giggle at your sarcasm, then one of the goons landed a punch square on your jaw.

“Watch it, asshat,” Eddie pushed the man backwards with a front kick, sending a few down with him. He looked over to you. “You okay, dear?”

After a while, it seemed the hoard of wild clown people had finally stopped, leaving only you and Ed in the room.

“Where the hell did he go,” the riddling master searched whole heatedly for any remaining traces of the joker. “I'll kill him!”

You hugged the huffing and puffing man, trying to calm him down a little. He wrapped his arms around you, both pouting and happy that you're at least in one piece. You placed a short, quick loving kiss on his cheek, the pain of that last punch still resounding numbly in your head.

“Who cares, let's go home,” you suggested. “I've kicked enough ass today, haven't you?”

With Ed's hand on your hip, holding you close to his side, you two walked out of the building moments before it burst into flames, the explosion sending both of you forward. You landed atop the riddle meister, your body flush against his.

“Well that happened, didn't it.”

You rolled your eyes at the man beneath you, then rolled off of him. Extending out a helping hand, the two of you limped your way to Eddie's car then off you went, homeward bound to clean up the injuries.