riddler-coded (autistic) 💚🩷

"Knock knock."

He could have just knocked on your door, but that was part of his charms. His. This stranger, borderline silent, masked, but whom you felt you were beginning to get to know so well. Speaking only in sounds, surprisingly more descriptive and conversational than some other people you'd had the misfortune of speaking to on a regular basis.

Opening the door you greeted him with a warm smile and a scolding masked in a somewhat teasing tone.

"You made it! I was starting to worry I might not see you tonight. I don't want to insult you, but any time you're late I have to assume that you've been caught."

He entered your apartment as you opened your arm to show him in, and you turned to find him standing in the middle of the room staring at you.

"Tick tock. Tick tock."

"What? You don't have time to waste? Why would you come here if you didn't have enough- Oh!"

You noticed the way he had begun tapping his toes, his mouth moving along with the motion.

"Tap, tap, tap."

"I see. Impatient. Well, why didn't you just-"

"Whoosh."

You should have been able to guess from his verbal clue, but he was already around you, grabbing you tight and pulling you into his arms before you knew it.

"Ah… That's what you're trying to get at."

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

With gloved fingers, he reached up to tease at the bottom of his dark black mask, pulling it up over the lower half of his face, the fabric now hiding the concentric circles on the front of his disguise that you so often thought of as his truer features. With his mouth free, he spoke again.

"Smack."

His lips hit yours with the exact sound he predicted, and you were drawn into a passionate kiss. One that told of his night, his crimes, the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

"Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum."

He'd pulled back to whisper into your ears the sound of his heart beat, excitement building as he felt that adrenaline turn to arousal. A kiss wasn't enough. It wasn't just your lips he wanted to taste, the flavour of your body had to be on his tongue. So he sank to his knees, the clean, neatly ironed black fabric of his pants scuffing as he landed. Fingers, still within his similarly black gloves, pressed against your thighs and walked upwards, pushing the hem of your skirt up to your waist.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Though he was scolding you for your indecency, he was smiling, crooked and mischievous.

"Yeah, well what was the point of wearing underwear when I knew you were coming? I can go put some on if it offends you so much."

"Huff."

That was all the response you got to your teasing, because he was too busy shirking out of his long, dark coat and letting it fall in a crumpled pile behind him. His hat was tossed to the side, and his fingers quickly got to work on his tie, loosening the knot before pulling it over his head, then working on the first few buttons of his white shirt. More relaxed now, and with less restrictions on how close he could get to you, he buried his face between your legs and let his tongue lick at your cunt. Each movement was punctuated by his voice, breath warm against you as he narrated his actions.

"Lap… Lap… Lap…"

A single finger, still clad in leather, reached up and slid into your wet cunt, your slick coating it immediately. It worked in tandem with his mouth as he ate you up, devouring you, starving after a long night. Although soon enough, he let up on his incessant barrage on your clit for a moment.

"Drip. Squelch."

"Oh my…"

He kept at it, his jaw inexplicably quick, tongue even faster, lips secured around your folds as he pressed his chin and forehead as close to your body as possible, your pussy suffocating him, but no regard for his lack of breath until he really had to pull away.

"Gasp!"

And then, followed by a singular testament to the taste of your arousal drowning his taste buds.

"Yum."

Eventually, he could contain himself no longer. He had to have you, take you, feel more of himself inside of you than his tongue and one finger. So he began to unbuckle his belt, standing up finally to loosen his pants. A hand reached for the wrist above the other, fingers dipping into his gloves before you placed a hand to his chest, distracting him from his actions and ultimately pausing his bid to become completely undressed.

"Actually… Would you mind keeping the gloves on?"

He nodded once, his smile sweet and alluring enough that you almost didn't ask your next question. But you powered through.

"And, uh… Pull the mask back down. I want the full Onomatopoeia experience."

With another wry smirk, this one hidden as he pulled his mask back down to cover his face completely, he uttered a single word.