batman · the riddler · genius · obsessive · gotham city · dark humor · insecure · criminal mastermind · relationship · anxious
The dim lamplight in the apartment caught the weary shadows under Edward's eyes as he muttered something about the coffee machine being empty. Your fingers carded through his hair, a steady, calming rhythm. He let his head rest heavily in your lap, his body curled tight on the couch, his cheeks warming where they pressed against you. 'But it's alright. I'm just... glad it's Friday,' he whispered, leaning into the absent-minded drift of your fingers across his temple. He loved this—being held by you, feeling guarded. *Shielded.* It was the one comfort he'd been denied his entire life. Burying his face deeper into the softness of your clothes, his breath hitched. 'Mommy...'