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Zero Year

It’s either French vanilla or pistachio

Mostly pistachio for theme but I wouldn’t put it past him to dye a pint of French vanilla green

Although I’m not sure if the texture would be the same

He prefers his ice cream simply with the flavour and no toppings or mix ins

I feel like he would like banana pudding ice cream I don’t know why but yes

I don’t think he would like most chocolate ice creams like he would prefer the ones that use good quality chocolate and less sweetness, like yes it would be sweet but not overly so like the typical one

Arkham Knight

He doesn’t have time to eat ice cream he’s too busy plotting

Perhaps when the heat gets the best of him , then he will take a quick break to indulge

He prefers ice creams with the fruitier flavours to them or at least have some sort of real fruit in them

Sometimes depending on the flavour he would enjoy it with chocolate chunks within it

He’s got a sweet tooth for strawberry ice cream or even black cherry flavour

Even better if the strawberry icecream has chunks of strawberry with dark chocolate chunks

If it’s blueberry it’s definitely with lemon or some sort of cheesecake flavour

Deathstroke defiance 2016 (#25)

One word, macadamia nut

Okay it was two but he’s a nutty type of guy

Pistachio, macadamia nut, pecan you name it!

He’s also a coffe type of guy, so in ice cream form paired with chocolate or anything that compliments a particular blend he’s buying the whole stock

I think he would also like vanilla bean but it’s not always his first choice; it’s mainly for affogatos

"Do you have any news about who's behind the letters?"

"I think the correct words are good morning, Mr Nygma. I know you are of little substance in the head, but surely you knew that."

Rolling your eyes, you eagerly plopped yourself in front of the fan within his workspace. Having no desire to act professionally during the heatwave, you sprawled out like a lazy cat as the cold air hit your skin like a much-needed glass of ice-cold water.

"It's too hot for any formality, Edward. Haven't you checked the weather... It's a literal heatwave; I have bigger things to focus on."

"Yes, I am aware, unlike you, however, I do not sprawl myself into a chair so dramatically the second cold air blasts in my face. Nor do I behave with such manner as you do."

"To answer your first question, I do, in fact. Except I will tell you once you finish all the work I have for you." Starting off, go refill my water bottle, do make it iced."

Holding out his question-mark-riddled bottle towards you, you sighed before getting up once more. Purposely ignoring his pleasure at your servitude for him, you grabbed the bottle and walked away without a word. Coming back just a few minutes later and quickly plopping down in your chair again before setting up your laptop and other items on your desk.

Opening your laptop to the recent to-do email from Edward, you noticed it was not much today, just a few emails, a few things to order and pick up, picking up his meals and drinks, and general repetitive tasks he offloaded to you.

The two of you didnt talk much after that, both focused on their individual work, although you weren't sure what exactly Edward did, all you knew was he was the Riddler and a strategist for Phillip, although you doubted that was the true job he did.

His workspace was always cluttered with so many things, you were guilty of it sometimes, but he had a cobweb of string with sticky notes that said things that didnt make sense. Normally, a cobweb of string purposely strung together signified connection or relation in some way. However, some of the things on the sticky note left you quite puzzled for weeks. Even now, you had no clue what some of it meant, and Edward wouldn't tell you either.

Simply telling you that it was confidential and went beyond the NDA he made you sign when you got transferred to him. If you pestered it about it anymore he would have simply said something along the lines of you being dumb and as empty headed as you usually look.

After a few hours, you had completed the orders and emails, along with the rest of his repetitive tasks. You had left to pick up some items from before and picked up his lunch and yours on your way back.

Due to the heat, you had made sure any orders you had to pick up were to be sent to the front so you didnt have to go outside and melt. You had done the same with both of your meals as well, thus getting two things done at once.

When you had come back to his workspace, he lit up at the sight of his suit and hat you had picked up, along with his new gloves and shoes, which he so eagerly took from you to inspect with concealed excitement.

Hanging it up somewhere safe to prevent wrinkles, you left his meal on his desk before returning to yours.

"I finished everything you gave me. The rest of the pickups won't be ready until later, so you should just tell me the news now."

Riddler hadn’t even looked up at you, too focused on his work now and ignoring the meal you picked up for him he spoke with what seemed to be a sudden disinterest at your eagerness.

"I'll tell you at that time then. Besides, you shouldn't care so much about who has some silly crush on you. I find it hard to find anything worth such attention within you."

"That’s such a long time though, and I should care I have to reject them. And there’s lots of things worth paying attention about me.”

Finally looking at you, turning his chair around to face you now at your desk, he looked at you up and down with a rather judgemental gaze at your mid eating self. Your mouth half full and a bit of food at the corner of your lip, the simple gaze you had that always made his heart beat a little too hard. It was so cute and simply adorable at how blank you seemed when you weren’t speaking.

“Maybe to someone as weak willed to succumb to their desires but I certainly can’t find a single thing about you to pay attention to apart from work related tasks.”

Squinting your eyes at him and swallowing the bite of food you spoke with annoyance,

“Well it’s not you who’s sending the letters isn’t it? So I doubt why I would care about your opinion on what I should care about or not, or what you see in me worth paying attention to.”

“All I’m simply saying is that you shouldn’t be so obsessed with who may be feeling this way about you, besides you said you were going to reject them! This doesn’t sound like you want to reject someone this sounds like you might have a little crush yourself.”

Edward stood up, taking 2 steps before standing over your form with his arms crossed and a cunning smile.

“So if you want to know the news as to who’s behind the letters you have to tell me who is this mysterious crush you’ve had. Don’t try to skimp on the details I want them all.”

“I don’t have a crush on anyone you’re just going to make backhanded comments like you always do.”

“Oh please I know you do there’s no way you’re this eager to find out this mysterious probably Prince Charming admirer just to reject them so cruelly….. that’s just a lie because you didn’t want to tell me the truth as usual…”

“I always tell you the truth-.”

Interrupting your speech he had snatched your diary behind you, no wonder he was standing in-front of you he just wanted to steal from you… typical. Attempting to take it away he had quickly used his other hand to push you away as he mischievously stood up on his chair and read as much as he could.

Screaming from fear and embarrassment and more embarrassment, you attempted to take your diary back, you hadn’t written about your crush explicitly…. But it was filled with small indications that it was Edward. That you knew he would understand quickly due to his intellect and that worried you greatly.

You didn’t think he knew that you liked him, but perhaps he thought you would have written about your crush in there and he was right unfortunately.

Jumping up and down trying to grab it only to fail each time, you felt utterly humiliated. Even after you had grabbed it just as his eyes widened you still felt as if you had to heart ripped out and presented to everyone in the world.

He knew you might have a reaction like that, but he didn’t care. In his mind, finding out your crush was far more interesting in the moment. He could just ask for firgiveness later in his own odd way and you would be fineeee.

Quickly closing the diary and tossing it onto your desk from above, you were too occupied to quickly retrieve your diary before noticing the almost faint smirk on his face. Getting off the chair he sighed and spoke once more, eyeing your distress with amusement as you glared at him.

"I suppose you don't have a crush then, at least written in your diary that is. I find it quite suspicious though that you care so much about who this admirer could be just to reject them.."

Taking a step closer, he looked at your nervous face, the way you looked as if the world could come crashing down on you at any moment Edward deemed so.

"I'm going to find out the real reason why you care so much, so if you tell me now you can spare us both the trouble."

"Why do you care so much though, because right now it sounds like you've been sending the letters."

Squinting his eyes in irritation with a slight frown at your truthful answer, he looked at your untouched lunch at your desk, and in hopes to swerve you off the right path he had quickly changed the subject.

"Why don't you eat your lunch and then we can talk, I don't need you getting delusional because of an empty stomach."

Without a word, you turned back to your desk, hiding your diary in your backpack and quietly eating your lunch in anger. How could he just take your diary like that! How did he even know it was your diary? It wasnt like it had diary written on it NO! It was discreet and looked like a to-do list for at least the first few pages before revealing the real contents.

Food normally brought you joy, but in this moment it was simply a obstacle to the conversation you wanted. Not only did he make you feel so exposed, but the way he so casually moved on from it as if it were nothing. How could going through someone's diary be nothing!

Not to mention, if he already knew it was a diary, he must have read it before, so he solely took your diary and made a whole show out of it simply to cause you distress. That was an unwarranted sort of cruel that he rarely showed you. At most, it was just asshole remarks and teasing that left you mildly annoyed.

If he did find out that you had been harbouring feelings for him, they certainly would be long gone by the time he found out.

"I don't need your help finding out who it is anymore. I don't care."

You couldn't see because your back was turned to Riddler, but his face looked quite displeased, if not upset, at your refusal to partake in his little game. Not that you knew it was a game all along, you had only thought of it as some sort of mystery. For Riddler, it was a game from the start.

When he had finally come to terms with the fact that he may be harbouring a crush on his assistant, he had done all that he could to find reason after reason to smother the growing flames in his heart.

You were too lazy, you were unprofessional, and your mere intelligence did not seem to be close to him at all. You talked to him too much; you cared about his well-being too much. Your laugh was too joyous, your smile was infectious! Your face was as cute as a button!

Normally, he was into secretaries, but now that he thought about it... Why would the eye candy secretary be situated outside of his office when he could have them in the same room? That sounded much more productive for him.

Sending those letters to you was his way of playing cat and mouse with you. Seeing your reaction to the letters, hearing what you thought about them, all while you had no clue you were telling all this to the very person sending them. Every reaction you had, he tailored his next letter and gifts to your interests and preferences. He even held back a riddle or two just so you wouldn't know it was him.

It was fun seeing you try to hide the letter from him the first time, but eventually you knew better to show him and ask for his help. He had excellent detective skills, and given his genius intellect, he was practically the answer to solving this mystery.

But how could he continue to play this game with you if you didnt want to play? How could you give up so easily after some brief teasing? He knew you could be sensitive about your personal stuff, but surely a little stealing would exhaust your interest in this mysterious admirer?

He had already arranged for the last letter to be sent to you later today; however, he was not filled with excitement as usual. Your little mood had bothered him more than he would like to admit. How could you be the fuel of such an exciting mystery yet be the water that put the fire out?