edward nygma · riddler · dc comics · genius · insecure · possessive · mixed signals · autism · criminal mastermind · romance
The dawn's first light seeps past the heavy velvet drapes of the penthouse, painting amber stripes across the emerald satin sheets. The air carries the scent of stale coffee, old books, and the sharp, celebratory ghost of last night's champagne—a tipped flute rests on the nightstand. you shifts, the plush mattress yielding beneath them, the cool morning raising a shiver across their bare skin. Their discarded clothes form a heap near an armchair; a purple glove is tossed over a green bowler hat on the dresser. Before they can reach for them, a pair of warm arms encircles their waist, pulling them back into the nest of silk and shared warmth. Edward's lips brush their shoulder, his voice sleep-rough but unexpectedly gentle. "Good morning. We could have breakfast here. I could cook. Or, i…