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1.) The Riddler is a genius. He has a genius level intellect - which I'm sure 99.9% of people (myself included) do not have. Which means that mistakes when writing him are going to be made. Patterns he'd normally see are going to be missed by the writer. Skills he would excel in that the writer doesn't know to write might be lacking. Small pieces of information he would know off the top is head may never be mentioned. And you know what? That's okay. No one should expect you to write the Riddler with the same level of intellect he'd portray. And if anyone does? I'd like to see them try. There's a reason why Paul Dini and many of the other writers working on BTAS and other Batman media don't include him or he's often underutilized - because crafting a compelling story around him that expertly uses riddles that aren't too silly or aren't challenging enough for Batman is hard to do.

The truth is: it's hard to write for a genius character.

2.) The Riddles Themselves: I'm a big believer that more often than not, the Riddler is talking in riddles, slipping them into basic conversations whenever possible. But once again, this leads to another problem: most people (myself included) don't know how to craft riddles very well. When writing for the Riddler, I rely heavily on Google to find riddles I can use, and even then, I've had to change an answer around just so I can properly find a riddle that fits the context of the scene. Riddles are hard to write. They require just enough creative language balanced with logic that's still capable of being solved. There's a special art to crafting riddles, and this makes using his most notable feature sometimes become lacking in writing.

The truth is: it's hard to write riddles.

3.) He has a whole team of writers behind him. It's SO important to remember that, especially in the context of the Arkham games, there is an entire team of writers working behind the scenes to craft everything about him, down to his dialogue, riddles, puzzles, and traps. People who spend hours of their day sitting in a room brainstorming these things, working together. And most people who write fanfiction do not have the time to dedicate to something like that, especially when fanfiction is a hobby. It's important to keep in mind that you, as one person, should not beat yourself up over not being able to put as much detail into one of his riddles or schemes or puzzles.

The truth is: it's hard to write for character with such a long comic book history all by yourself and get it perfect 100% of the time.

There's a reason the Riddler has been deemed one of the most difficult characters to write for. For everything that makes him compelling, he also has just enough traits that are frustrating trying to translate onto the page. Every time I get annoyed at myself for not being as smart as he is or feeling like he should notice something that I don't, these are the tips I keep in the back of my mind. At the end of the day, you are one person. And what you write is worthy of being written and enjoyed.

The truth is: the Riddler is hard to write for. Don't stress out about it.

“Well kooky at this little prize~”

A probing finger traced down the garter belt and to the hem of the lace stocking,eyes almost too fascinating with it. Like it had been the highlight of his day.

“I’ll admit, not what expected to find when I came home.” He chuckled. The finger starting to run circles on your thigh. Almost caring and loving despite Jonathan practically throwing you onto the bed moments prior.

“You don’t like it?”

He almost seemed jokingly offended as you asked. His lips curling back into mischievous grin.

“Not like this?” His lips came in for an eager kiss, lips soon falling to your neck. Hand now becoming a lot more confident with your inner thigh. “Pumpkin pie it’s heaven.”

His right leg came right to the edge of the bed pulling you down towards it. His leg providing just that needy bit of friction towards your heat. And fuck you were wet. Soaked through practically.

“It’s all lace,ya?”

You nodded letting out a sweet gasp as one his long fingers finally pulling down lace lingerie panties. Black was always a favorite for him.

“Well then why don’t I return the favor? I mean you gave something to me, why don’t I do something for you?” He cackled out as his finger began rubbing right against your clit. Ever so slowly beginning his fun. Your hands almost grabbing at the blankets in response.

“Jonny~ please...”

Jonathan crane had a way of doing things.

The usual kooky exterior was home to a far more…urgent need to have whatever was feeling filled far more than would be acceptable. So to indulge? Outside of his usual business oriented exterior this was such a diffrent treat? A treasure to be sure.

For you? Well visiting him at work was a joy. The usual crooked smile lighting up something genuine when you'd walk in the door. Today you just decided to keep the love making in-house.

"Mhmm…" A soft noise left your lips as he continued, your lips gracing his as you breathed in the smell of musk and chemicals. The master of fear purring and letting out his muffled cackles as he took advantage of the sight.

So delighted.

So full of whimsy, lips ghosting the shell of you ear.

"Precious thing. Didn't keep you waiting too long I hope?"

You could only shake you head, breathe becoming more stunted and shaky. A shudder running through your system.

he seemed pleased, for too pleased.

His finger continuing with little remorse, a devious hum emitting from him. Content with what he was doing. The knot in your stomach becoming all the tenser.

Deciding on a dime to change to preparation method for his meal, finger speeding up and changing pressure, internally noting the whines and whimpering that left your throat. Almost adjusting so masterfully one could question why be a crime lord at all.

"Close doll? Really close?" Jonathan's leg keeping your own open amid you're thighs trembling and bucking into the friction. His voice akin to a hyena laughing at his own joke. The kisses returning to your lips smothering your moans. The smell of toxin wavering on him. Like he was incomplete without it.

"Jon- please..." Your arm safely hoisted around his neck giving you some support against the drug lord. You're mind buzzing with almost overwhelming pleasure.

"Look at me." Jonathan's voice was a firm thing. Causing your eyes to be utterly entranced on him and that messy set of orange hair.

How could you not?

"Your doing this for me ya?" He asked. Tone casing the near numbness in your legs the start to get even worse. "Oh you can tell me I won't be mad~"

The worst part is you believed him.

Hard not too.

The man had a charisma stronger than any drug.

"Ya…Just…for you…" You managed to get out. God above you were too close.

"Whenever your ready sweetie."

He was letting you off on your own terms. Squeaking in joy as you felt your climax starting to arrive. Warm, sticky pleasure easily arriving on his finger, ever so waiting. And Jonathan seemed thrilled! A warm smile finding him as your eyes squeezed closed, the pricks of tears forming as you rode it all out.

The fear drug king of Gotham could take int he sight for an eternity, not that he would ever be sick of it.