(C/N): Crush's Name

(F/N): Friend's Name

(D/C): Dream Car

(O/F): Other Friend
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edward nygma/ the riddler x reader

picture credits: TV series, Gotham on FOX
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(A/N: This one-shot is based off of Gotham's version of The Riddler. You could imagine him as any version of your choosing; I just wanted to say that Cory Michael Smith's version is what I had in mind when I wrote this...)
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Third Person P.O.V.

You knew you were a lightweight; ever since you were 16 and one of your friends dared you to snag a bottle from your father's liquor cabinet. You, not wanting to seem like a chicken, tiptoed past your father's sleeping figure and quickly took the bottle from it's place. You drank 3 shots and you were tipsy as could be. Not only did you embarrass yourself in front of your friends, your father caught you later that evening. You also found out you had absolutely no filter and you had a thing for riddles. You would say whatever you were thinking, and that lead to a make out session with your crush, (C/N) and you were only interested in riddles when you were drunk. You were still pretty intelligent; however, you didn't really pay to much attention to riddles...At least one good thing came from that experience. However, from that point on, you vowed to only drink when necessary. One glass, one shot, one beer. Whatever it was, you could only have one.

Anyways, your friend, (F/N), just turned 21! So this was obviously cause for celebration. You and your friend group of 3 were going to The Sirens tonight; Barbara Kean's famed club. You got dressed in a tight green dress that ended where your fingers stopped. It had long sleeves and a boob window. (A/N: think of Power Girl's suit 👍) Your hair was already curly, so you released it from it's scrunchie cage and let the waves cascade down your back. You sported black, winged eyeliner and clear lip gloss. All you needed now was a pair of matching green heels and a thick black choker and you were ready to go. You grabbed your plain black clutch and phoned (F/N).

"Hey, (Y/N)! Are you ready?!" (F/N) excitedly said into the phone.

"You know I am! Let's go have some fun..." You replied with a mischievous smile as you made your way to your shiny (D/C).

~ Time Skip ~

The four of us walked to the entrance of The Sirens, looking fabulously might I add. As you walk though the front doors, you are greeted by the infamous Barbara Kean, ex-fiancé of Captain Jim Gordon and known criminal of Gotham City. Also the owner of The Sirens.

"Well hello, girls. I haven't seen your faces around here before..." Barbara trails off.

"We're here to celebrate our friend's 21st birthday!" (O/F) says excitedly.

"I'm honored you've chosen to spend such an occasion here. Well girls, welcome to The Sirens. You ladies can take a seat at Table 6." Barbara says in her hostess voice as she extends her hands to invite us into the rest of the club.

~ Time Skip ~

A couple of hours at the club and the evening is going great! (F/N) is having a good time along with the your other friend. You may have had 1 too many to drinks due to playing various drinking games; but, it's a good thing (O/F) doesn't drink and is your designated driver. You turn to the TV above the bar and watch a news story. The Riddler, a.k.a Edward Nygma, is the star of tonight's show as they talk about his recent crimes.

"*whistles*" You whistle at the TV screen.

"He may be a criminal but he is FINE!" You say to your group of friend's as they both chuckle at you, well-knowing you must be drunk out of your mind.

"(Y/N), how many have you had?" (F/N) laughs as she stares at you, waiting for an answer.

"Not that many, maybe 4 or 5.." You slur as a gunshot goes off grabbing your attention.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Sorry to disturb your night; however, I have business to attend to." The Riddler himself, states as he stalks off the stage, his goons ensuing. Barbara is badass and can take care of this guy; however, she is nowhere in sight as he makes his way to the bar.

The Riddler P.O.V.

Shooting up clubs isn't normally my cup of tea; however, Barbara and I have some unfinished business. I walk to the bar and scan the room. Barbara is nowhere to be seen; however, my eyes stop on a beautiful girl with a slim figure wearing a green dress. She's staring at me. Everyone else is too; but, her stares. They are not of fear, but of lust. I furrow my brows in confusion; she's either crazy or she's had one to many. There is no way that a person in their right mind would look at me like that when I'm threatening to possibly kill everyone in the room. I lean over and ask the shaking bartender two questions.

"Now, where is Ms. Kean?" I demanded in a harsh voice. My goons point their guns to his shaking figure. The bartender slowly comes to me and whispers a reply.

"She-She's out pick-picking up-picking up a de- a delivery." He replied with a stutter. Now for my second question.

"And who is that beauty over there?" I whisper and glance in her direction. She gives me a lopsided smile and a cute little wave. It would be rude not to respond; so, I give a little smile and wave back.

"Green dress?? That's (Y/N) (L/N), quite the regular..." The bartender replies, without the stutter this time.

(Y/N). What a beautiful name...

I'm pulled from my thoughts when I see her wink at me. Wink. At. Me. In a time like this?! No matter how crazy, she's too gorgeous not to be acknowledged. So, I play her little game, and wink back.

Third Person P.O.V.

You giggled that light airy giggle, the one you used when you were flirting with someone. (F/N) and (O/F) whipped their heads in your direction with the most confused faces. Oh no. They knew that laugh...

"Did you just giggle?! Who were you flirting with?!" (O/F) harshly whispered your way.

"That cutie over there..." You replied, jerking your head in the Riddler's direction.

"Are you crazy, (Y/N)?! He's probably going to threaten to kill us, or just kill us all together, and you're flirting with him?! And you not listening... You're too drunk for this..." (O/F) replies defeated; knowing she wouldn't win this game.

"Well, it seems as if Ms. Kean will not be showing for quite some time." Edward Nygma sighed in defeat.

Your friends were all shaking with fear, even with the alcohol in their systems. You, however, were tipsy off of cosmopolitans and cocktails and stared dreamily at him. Your table of friends was only a couple feet away from Ed as he stood there in thought.

"I guess I'll have to make due. I have a riddle, anyone and everyone is open to answer. If you answer correctly, I'll leave and no one will get hurt. If you answer incorrectly..." The Riddler trails off and one of his goons shot a few rounds into the ceiling.

"Well, I'm sure you could guess what would happen..." He said with a smug grin on his face as he looked you in your eyes. Trying to pull a reaction from you; all he got was a doe-eyed stare from the beauty at Table 6. In the eyes of everyone else, You were sure this must be terrifying; however, you, drunk on more than enough alcohol, you just paid attention to how well the green of his suit complimented his skin color... He paused dramatically and one of his minions flipped a switch. A spotlight shined on him.

"Every night, I'm told what to do. Every morning, I do what I'm told. But, I always end up getting a scold. What. Am. I?" The Riddler asked dramatically as he holds his bowler hat in front of his chest. He waits a few seconds and places it back on his head. He then takes out a pocket watch and opens it.

"You all have 5 minutes." He says after and closes his pocket-watch and places it back into his coat.

The club erupts in whispers as they try and solve his riddle. Your group of friends immediately turn their heads to you. Like previously stated, you were pretty intelligent; even if a couple too many were in your system. You got this!

I may be drunk, but I can still solve a riddle... You thought. You sat there, contemplating the answer. After 2 minutes, you raised your hand. Edward turn his head in your direction and started stalking to your table.

The Riddler P.O.V.

I'm most likely the smartest person in the room; I don't really expect someone to give me the correct answer. That is, until I see (Y/N) raise her hand. I stalk in the direction of her table while my goons cover the bartender and the register.

Your P.O.V.

The Riddler slowly walks in my direction. He looks at me with hungry eyes. Wow, he's fine on TV but he is absolutely SEXY in person.

"I'm glad you think so, Ms. (L/N)." Edward replies with a his sultry voice.

"Oh, I said that out loud?" I muttered to myself, not really caring as much as I should have. I shrug it off, still raising me hand and not questioning how he knew my name.

"There's no need for that..." Ed says to me as he gently puts my hand down from the air and into my table.

"You have my answer, Ms. (L/N)?" He asks me.

"First, call me (Y/N); even if it is kinda sexy, it sounds like you're talking to my mother. Second, yes I do." I say with a confident smile. He looks at me, intrigued.

"Alright, Ms. (Y/N). What is your answer?" He asks me. Then, he gets down real low to whisper in my ear.

"Just a reminder, everyone in the room is counting on your answer..." He whispers huskily into my ear. I know this is supposed to be a threat but not when this tall glass of water is whispering in my ear like that. I close my eyes for a second and shiver. That was too sexy...

"Mhm" I reply back with my bottom lip between my teeth. Since I'm at the edge of the table, I can't see the reactions of my friends. But, boy, they are either a) facepalming into the next life or b) just staring, worried for me because a well-known criminal of Gotham is all in my personal bubble and I'm flirting with him.

"Alarm clock." I say with confidence. I close my eyes and give him a toothy smile. I open one eye to see his reaction and he smiles a warm smile at me.

"Correct." He whispers to my table. He stands up straight and extends his arms like he's going to give someone a hug.

"(Y/N) (L/N) has answered the riddle correctly!" He announces to the rest of the club and everyone erupts in cheers. I smiled triumphantly, proud in my ability to correctly answer riddles. It's cool that no one is gonna get killed; but where's my prize?

"I'm gonna kiss him." I mutter to myself.

"What?!" my friends exclaim; but, Ed remains standing there, so he probably didn't hear me... I tug on his perfectly ironed coat and as soon as he turns my way, I grab his black tie and pull him for a kiss. His eyes are wide-open, shocked at the chain of events. Then, his eyes slowly close and he puts his gloved hand on my cheek. I wrap my hands around his neck to deepen the kiss; but, he pulls away. I give him my best sad face and shortly after, police sirens can be heard in the distance. I wonder what took them so long...

"Ah ah, darling. Hate to kiss and run, but I've got to go." The Riddler teasingly says. He grabs my hand and places a tender kiss on to it.

"I'll be seeing you around, Ms. (Y/N)." He looks up at me with hooded eyes.

"Sooner than you may think." I retort back as I slip a piece of paper out of the window in my dress and slide it into his coat pocket.

"My number." I say before he has a chance to get a word in. He opens his mouth to say something but the sirens get closer and closer with every passing second.

"That's your cue." I say tauntingly. He regains his composure, flattens his coat and rounds up his goons.

"I'll see you around... (Y/N)." Edward says as he rushes out of the building before the GCPD can make their way into the building. Almost right after Ed left the building, Jim Gordon and a handful of other cops came rushing in.

Word Count: 2236 Words

(A/N: Wow! That was a long one! Also, my apologies for falling off the face of the Earth. The regular reasons: school work and projects and essays and such... I'm a little rusty so I hope you like it!)