"𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳. ♡"

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺? 𝘏𝘰𝘸? 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛 +18 𝘔𝘋𝘕𝘐 𝘋𝘶𝘣-𝘤𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘳, 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴<3, 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 (𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭), 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵. 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦!♡

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: 𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘴, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵! (≧∇≦)/♡

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His body craved for more, his lungs now filled with your exquisit scent, his ears ringing with the sound of your laugh, how could someone like you live in this place? Aren't you tired of this city? Why are you still here? Why are you so bright in front of his eyes?

Edward was curious about you since the first time he saw you in the office, saying "good morning" to anyone who could've catched your eye and writing on your computer with a smile on your face. "Why?" he thought more than once. He wanted to run to your cubicule and ask you desperately why you were always a sunshine or why you could have the energy on your body to smile. He was amazed and thrilled by you, it was like an obsession.

It was that time of the day were you and the other pricks (like Edward liked to call all of his coworkers) reunite for lunch on the tiny kitchen if one could call it like that. And he watches you from a distance like always, he sees the way you eat so polite, how you chat with the others and they respond to you without doubts or shaky words not the same way he responds to you when you ask him for some documents. He sees the way your eyes try to find the couple of ones who are already seeing you from a far, he notices every little change in your behaviour, he have studied you so well the past couple of months, he knows everything about you.

"–Nashton! Eating here all by yourself again? Why don't you go with the others?–" one of his coworkers said, putting himself in front of his cubicule, stopping Edward from seeing you.

"–I... Like to... Eat alone–" he mumbled without making eye contact with the man, he hated the way everyone in the Forensic Department mocked him saying his last name in a cocky tone like he was a child, he hated that, he hated them.

The man only shrugged and said "whatever" in a mumble. Walking to the little kitchen, and instantly Edward was looking for you but you were gone, maybe you went back to your cubicule.

"–Hi Edward!–" you said, popping out of nowhere and making him jump a little bit "–Oh sorry I didn't mean to scare you, I just wanted to give you a piece of brownie, I bought a piece for everyone–" you talked again, leaving the piece of brownie in a little cellophane bag on his desk, decored with a green ribbon.

"–Oh... Uhm thank you, it looks good–" he said, fidgeting with his trousers, his palms getting clammy for nervousness, for you.

You giggled but not from him, you giggled in a different way, just a cassual giggle, an innocent one "–It is so good I promise, also I put this green ribbon because I thought it was your favorite color. You always use green markers or pens and well, the green sticky notes so I hope you like it–" you nodded while his gaze was on the brownie, on the ribbon.

"–Thank you, uhm It is my favorite color, I'll eat it for dinner when I get home–" he responded, instantly regretting it because he was oversharing too much, or that's what he thought.

"–Wonderful! See ya later Edward–" you turned around to start walking to your desk and once again your scent hit the bottom of his lungs, it was like a fresh garden of flowers, a break from the dusty and filthy air from Gotham. He inhaled the much he could, trying to fill his body, mind and memory with your sweet scent.

While everyone returned to his respective places, he couldn't stop staring at the brownie but specially to the ribbon. How could have you noticed about his favorite color? Why you bother in choose a different color just for him? He was always invisible for everyone. Why his name slipped from your lips so effortlessly? Why it make him feel a strange warm on his chest? "strange, strange, strange" he thought.

...<?>

It was late, the sky of Gotham even more dark-ish and full of those common grey and heavy clouds. It was time to go home, or to that "filthy place" in Edward's case.

Everyone left already, just a few people were finishing his duties or chatting on the halls. While Edward turned off his computer, his gaze founded you, taking your cardigan from the chair and putting it on. And at the speed of the light he collected all of his things and taked his navy winter jacket. What he was gonna do?

You were oblivious of his stare, fixing your hair in the reflex of your computer and putting your bag on your shoulder. He stared and stared, every tiny move, now he was like a nocturnal creature waiting for the right time to take his prey, you were his tempting and beautiful prey.

Now his eyes followed you to the elevator, it was the perfect chance to be with you again, to listen your voice again and melt in the sweetness of your presence.

His legs mecanically lifted up from the chair and walked the fast he could, trying to hold his backpack in one of his shoulders, entering in the elevator.

"–Woah! Careful Edward–" you giggled, putting a hand on his forearm trying to hold him from fall.

He tried to compose himself, fixing his glasses and just nodded, too nervous he didn't noticed the doors of the elevator were closed, it was you and him, alone.

"–Any plans for the night? I think I'm going to spend mine sleeping, I'm exhausted–" you joked, your gaze fixed on the iluminated buttons seeing his numbers almost faded away.

"–No plans... I just, I'll work on something else–" he responded, his mouth dry.

He took the chance to admire you up close. Watching how your lashes were curled so perfectly, your hair falling graciously from your head, your pink lips in a little pout like you were thinking of what to say. You were the most beautiful thing he ever saw, it was hard to believe because in front of his eyes everything in this world was miserable, but not you, you were like a ray of sunshine in the middle of darkness, he was fascinated by that.

"–Luck with that Edward! But take a break from working too, you work too hard here and even more work on home? Oh heavens no, rest a bit please–" the doors opened with a ding "–well, I'll see you tomorrow, have a good night Edward!–" you said while stepping out of the elevator, leaving him there with a full battle of thoughts in his head.

"–Have a good night too–" he mumbled now outside of the elevator, seeing your frame walk away from him and to the doors of the building.

His mind was a mess in that moment. You cared about him, that's why you said that, right? You were interested in him, You! It was too much to handle, too much and too fast.

...<?>

The ride back home was a torture for him. Your touch lingered on his forearm and your sweetness still dripping on his heart, the lonelyness of the train made him fall deep in his most darker fantasies and thoughts.

He fantasized about you, he thought of what could be the taste of your lips, what would you look like on one of his big jackets, how soft could be your skin touching his, the pretty noises you could do if he touched you on the right places, the way your back would arch when you cum, how it could feel being buried in you, so deep.

"Last stop, last stop" the robotic voice of the train said, making him forget momentarily of his fantasies.

"–Shit!–" rapidly got up from his sit and left the train. He sighed tired of living on his dreams and fantasies all the time, he had enough just watching you from a distance, he wanted to be close to you, so so close to you, in every way.

Through running rats and dropheads layed on the train station floor, he realised; if he couldn't approach you as his normal self Edward, he could at least approach you as his most sadistic and twisted self The Riddler.

He was willing to get home and prepare himself with his homemade costume. He wanted to feel that power on his veins that only being the Riddler could gave him, with the mask he could do anything he wanted, he was powerful and beyond those pigs on the highest shelf of Gotham, he was like a god, like the death because he had the power of choosing who would die or who not.

...<?>

How could you be so beautiful and naive? How dumb you were to leave the windows open? Maybe you left them open so he could enter; he liked to thought.

You were displayed on the bed, chest falling and going up in a soft pace, your duvet now on the floor from your movements and leaving to his gaze the curves of your body, the little arch in your back and you ass displayed for him, like a forbbiden fruit. The cause of his more twisted and disturbed fantasies.

"–You're so beautiful, my little angel. This is all for me uh? It has to be my love, all mine... All mine–" he whispered to you, his glasses fogged from his warm breath, his dick becoming harder and harder the more he watched you.

A giggle erupted from his throat, muffled by the mask. His breathing becoming heavy, he couldn't resist more, he needed everything about you and he was going to get it, a way or another.

"–You are going to stay still for me, my angel... I just wanna give you all my love... All you deserve–" he whispered near your ear, earning a sweet moan from your mouth. He could feel his tip leaking so much precum just at the sound of your sleepy moan.

His hands cupped one of your ass cheeks, gripping it with caution, he didn't want you to wake up soon, not yet. Another needy moan filled the room but this time was not yours, it was his.

His knees touched the bed, sinking on it and putting one on each side of your hips, you didn't even move, you were so obedient to him, letting him to play with your body like a toy, his fuck toy.

"–My love, you don't even imagine how many times I spended the nights stroking myself at the thought of you, with that body of yours, with that face of yours, with your scent intoxicating my lungs–" he palmed himself through his pants realising a muffled and needy whimper, he could cum in his pants at this point but the night was young and he wanted to play with you a little bit more, he wanted to be inside of you and to taste every part of you.

Gloved hands founded the waistband of your pajamas, he slowly pulled it down at your thighs and he moaned again, this time loudy because of the perfect view of your clothed cunt, barely covered with white lacy panties. You moved slightly at the cold air hitting on your core, trying to reach the duvet while on your sleep.

"–Shh baby go to sleep again... Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you...Yet–" he giggled again. Positioning himself close to your ass undoing the zip of his pants, his dick was impossibly hard and ached for attention, he was so needy for you.

Edward putted down his pants with his boxers, letting his cock bounce heavily at the wanted freedom. His tip flushing red from arousal and it twitched at the feeling of the cold air hitting his leaking tip. Without waisting time he began to stroke his dick in a torturously low pace all while his other hand played with your ass, toying with his fingers so close to your cunt cauising you to sigh in your dreams. A wet patch on your panties already forming, you were wetting wet for him, it was like a gift and a lewd invitation for him to take.

"–You're getting wet for me? what a slut you are, you like this as much as I do, don't you? I bet you thought about this too, I bet you fuck yourself with those beautiful fingers thinking about me uh?–" he said like if you knew who he was, like if this was your dream too.

His shaky words and heated moans filled the quitness of your room, his hands putting your panties aside, rubbing the tip of his dick between your now wet folds, hissing at the wet and soft feeling of it in the head of his dick, another moan slipped from his chapped lips. His hips began to move up and down, rubbing his thick cock getting wet from your arousal, his movements became desperate and unhinged without caring much if you waked up, he was pure and desperate lust. The sound of skin slapping made his cock twitch and he abruptly stopped when he saw you trying to lift from the bed, confused about what was happening, oblivious of the situation.

"–What's happening?–" you mumbled, trying to adjust your eyes to the darkness of the room, but a gloved hand abruptly covered your mouth with a powerful strength.

"–Shh don't worry my angel, I'm making you feel really good, look how wet you are for me... Were you dreaming about me?–" Edward said, pining you down the mattress with all of his broad frame, it was useless trying to move he was so much stronger than you. He let out a condescent laugh at the beautiful way you looked so scared.

Without taking his left hand from your mouth he positioned the head of his cock near your entrace, hearing you trying to say something but just caming like a "mmmh".

"–Don't act like that my love, I know you want this too, I know how you look at me, I know you act like that with me because you want to be fucked desperately by the weirdo of the office–" your eyes widened at the last words, soon your foggy mind made a connection but how it could be? No, you must be wrong, right? It could be Edward? But he was so polite all the time, so quiet.

His dick slowly entered on your pussy, filling you up with his thick size. You moaned in pain but also in pleasure, your body too tired to do anything with him on top of you and the arousal forming in your tummy wasn't helping either. His muffled whiny moans filled your ears, you could hear him panting right next to your ear, cold leather hitting on your cheek.

His movements became desperate once again but now with him deep inside of you, breathing like an animal in heat each time his hips moved back and forth in a brutal pace. He had dreamed of this so many times and finally had it, finally he could feel the warm and wet feeling of your cunt, it was driving him crazy, it was like if he was getting drunk of your body and he really loved it.

"–Just like that angel, so t-tight... So wet, so pretty for me, I want to feel you cumming on me I need to feel you milking my cock, please please please–" his voice showed how desperate he was, acute moans from him and muffled moans from you were the only music sounding in the whole department, desperate, rough and needy sex.

Your body responded deliciously at the movement of his hips, each time moaning loudy even with his hand on your mouth, you thought you were crazy because you shouldn't be supposed to be enjoying this the way you were doing it, but your body ached for more and more of his delicious and brutal movements, how he abused your poor cunt in the best way possible, in a delicious way you never felt before. And if you were honest with yourself the idea of being used by the quite and boyish guy from the office excited you and maked you even more wet. He was completly different from the way he acted on the office, now he was rough and desperate.

Some of your coworkers said he was a creep but you never founded like that, Edward was just a bit shy and quiet, reserved, smart and with a uncommon beauty you liked it.

His hand slipped away from your mouth to hold yor hips in place and trying to be deeper in you if that was already possible. Making you shake from pleasure, who could tell that Edward Nashton knew how to fuck you propperly.

"–Edward! W-what are... What are you doing?–" you tried to say between moans and filthy whimpers. He just moved his hips in a rough manner, making you almost scream of pleasure.

"–Shhh don't worry my angel, I'm not going to hurt you, how could I? If I know you love me as much as I love you–" he giggled again between whimpers, his right hand riding beneath your body trying to found your aching clit and when he found it your back arched in a beautiful way, like a greek sculpture and just for him "–oh yes! You're close aren't you my angel? I can feel it, come on I want to feel you cumming first, cum for me, cum for me, cum for me!–" he commanded desperately, he was getting closer too.

You holded tight fist of the sheets trying to hold onto something, strong waves of pleasure shaked your body, white fire running in your veins. A shaking and destructive orgasm passed, taking any little left of energy on your body.

He groanded almost animalistic at the feeling of you squeezing him, it was the only thing he needed to let himself cum. In his euphoric state he didn't bother in cum outside of you, but now it was late, you felt the hot spurrs of sticky white cum coating your abused walls.

"–Edward... Y-you...–" he cutted you off "–Sorry my love I think I get carried away but don't worry it'll be okay–" slowly he got off of you, realising a lewd sound at the way his spent runned all the way down on your pussy lips. His breath trying to return to his normal pace as well as yours.

"–You don't know how much I wanted to have you, not only in this way... In every way, I'm so happy to know you love me too–" he talked again in his delusion, helping you get cleaned with some napkins he founded on your nightstand. Doing it like if was normal to have him there, like if he didn't entered to your locked apartment and took advantage of you while you where sleeping. He was sure you loved him too, he was sure you wanted that too.

While he was fixing his boxers and pants he watched you trying to lift up from the bed, shaky legs and heavy body trying to turn yourself around just to see him.

And there he was, his face covered by a weird and scary mask, you couldn't see him well in the darkness only the dim light of the street lamp iluminating a question mark in white paint at the level of his chest. Your mind was a complete mess from the orgasm and because of the stranger of the situation.

"–Edward Nashton?–" were the only words you could tell, he laughed at you and taked a step closer to you, softly stroking your hair "–Right now I'm not him, I'm nobody, I'm just a dream to you, a product of your mind–" he whispered, trying to convince yourself, confussing you even more and more.

He sighed content on the helpless expression on your face, walking to one of your windows, talking again "–By the way, the brownie was delicious my sweet angel... I love dark chocolate– again one of his little giggles appeared, making his eyes disappeared behind his eyelids. And like the same way, he disappeared with the darkness embracing him.

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The next morning you waked up with a strange feeling in your core and a heavy headache. Your head was fuzzy and the only thing you remembered was that strange dream you had, because it was a dream, right? And a heat of embarrassment filled your cheeks, you felt like a pervert girl for dreaming such nasty things like that.

Later at work you were making a coffee for yourself, with hopes that the caffeine could help you to stay awake during the hours of work.

"–Oh hey... I wanted to say, uhm the brownie was delicious, I love dark chocolate–" Edward said from the frame door, a tiny smile forming on his pink lips, and then he left the way he came; in the blink of an eye.

Your heartbeat went high at the realisation of his words, the same words he said in that weird dream... oh, or it was because that wasn't a dream after all... It was real, all real.