#bea.writes

Based on another great comment on this concept post by @sam-winchesters-lost-shoe (great name btw, really brings me back to my SPN phase).

Cw: Crime (duh), me trying my hand at writing a Scot accent (it’s bad, sorry), I am sexualizing Gaz and he just has to live with that, vague Cliff hanger that I felt the need to add, This isn't Yandere, but still MDNI

“So…you’re being serious?” You ask incredulously as you follow after Kyle as he popped open the first two buttons of his shirt, revealing his smooth chest - course he’d be the kind of shave his chest hair. Or did he use wax? Maybe you’ll need to ask him for his routine one day. Wait, off-topic. Not why you’re here.

“Aye, ye doubt our skill sae we figured we’d give ye a life presentation, Bonnie,” Soap - johnny - said through the comm in your ear.

“Well, yeah, but why in this…office building? I figured you guys were more the, I don’t know, back and jeweler thieve type?” You reply, trying to ignore how silly you felt talking out loud to someone miles away.

“We’ve got some…business with one of the offices here. Don’t mind that, doll. See it as a little show,” another, gruffer voice, Price’s, replies and you decide to try and figure out what exact *business* they could have with some random office later. For now, you’d take them up on the offer of said show. You turn to Kyle who’s still walking besides you, his hair somehow untouched by the wind.

“So, Si- Ghost gets in while you distract the reception?” You prompt, looking towards the taller man behind you, dressed in a sharp, well fitting suit. Must be custom made, you think, no way they carry that size outright.

“Yes, exactly,” Kyle agrees with a broad, self assured grin.

“And what exactly am I supposed to do? It’ll be more than a little suspicious if I just stand in the lobby watching. Why exactly didn’t you let me stay in the van with Soap?” You ask the obvious question, once more, since they’ve been refusing to answer since explaining the rough outline of the plan to you.

“Ye get to see ours, we figur’ we should be able tae see yers,” the Scott’s voice echoes through your ear and you can practically hear his smug grin. You suppress a scoff and raise an eyebrow at no one in particular.

“Street goes both ways,” a deep voice says and you almost flinch as you turn towards Simon, who - as you just now realized - hasn’t said a single word since you met him. As such, being completely stunned by him speaking, you forget your earlier ire. Suppose it makes sense, your internal voice says to itself, I wanted to see their capabilities so they have the right to see mine.

“Fine…let’s say I agree and don’t just back out here and now, what will you have me do?” You ask, keeping your voice stable from years of training.

“Ghost’ll need an ID card for the elevator. You’ll get him one, your choice how to,” Price reveals from wherever the smug bastard was stationed, overlooking everything like some micro managing asshole, and then he adds, “And you won’t back down - we both know that - you’re too curious.”

You almost pout as you have to admit that he was right. No matter how often you tell yourself that you’re done, that your days of thievery and forgery are over, the excitement, the tingle in your fingers, just doesn’t disappear. So fine, you’d do it, after you’d decide if you’d join their so-called great coup. One last job, that’s how Price had enticed it to you. The promised pay out also didn't hurt, turns out that trying to live your life on the straight and narrow didn't pay well, like at all.

"Fine," you mumble and look around, you find an overflowing trashcan in an alley just besides the office building the three of you were walking towards, "wait for a moment, I'll be right back." You hurry over, find a midsized package - luckily already addressed to some worker in the building - fill it with whatever not straight up disgusting trash you found to make it have some weight and then used the roll of tape you used as a bracelet (old habits die hard and good tape was surprisingly helpful during crimes) to tape the package shut again.

Kyle and Simon watch what you're doing with interest, both of them lose sight of you for just about ten seconds as a van stops in front of the building, right in the line of sight, but when you come back into view, you have a courier bag slung over your shoulder, a red cap on your head and a pair of sporty sunglasses balanced on the brim of said cap.

"Where did you-" Kyle tries to ask, but you hush him. You were full in mode now, eyes zeroed in on a possible target.

"Hush-" you quiet him as you ready yourself, "Leave some space between my entrance and yours, Ghost, I'll pass you the ID as I leave the building. Be ready, I won't stop walking or anything, you'll need to be able to take the card at a moments notice." Without letting them react to your instructions, you hurry off towards the building and enter.

Through the window, they see as you hurry through the lobby and walk straight into a suit wearing business man (a young one who hadn't been paying attention in favor of his phone). You stumble over, doing your best to save the package from falling, and the worker seemingly curses you out as he continues walking. But Simon and Kyle were aware enough to see the small smirk on your face. Kyle decides that it's his time to follow you as you approach the reception and hand them the package before turning and heading to the exit.

When you pass by Kyle, you don't even look at him. To everyone else, it would seem like a random courier passing by a random man, both with no idea of who the other was. A chance encounter that couldn't even be called an encounter with how quick it was over. The hand off was just as quick, you're passing through the exit door as Simon is entering, and in a move so fast that it was barely noticeable to even those who might have been paying attention, Simon's hand graces your as he takes the ID-Card from yours.

Afterwards it was your turn to watch inconspicuously through the windowed wall, meanwhile pretending you were arguing with an imaginary boss on your phone. In one of the pauses between your talking, Soap chimed up again. "That was great work, Bon, if I hadn't watched ye, I wouldn't have ken ye were doin' anything wrong." You do your best not to blush at those words, knowing that he probably still had cameras on you somewhere.

Instead, you watch as Kyle goes all out in flirting with the two women at the reception. The counter was placed right in front and a little to the left of the elevator. Simon could've probably gotten in and out with just the ID-Card, but if the lost property (whatever that was) got noticed, it wasn't impossible that the receptionists would remember the unknown, tall as a wall and just as built, guy that only came in on the day of the theft. As such, it was Kyle's turn to shine. And shine he did. You really needed to ask him about his routine...did he oil his chest for this?

The receptionists are none the wiser as Simon gets to the elevator, gets inside, uses the ID-Card to access whatever level he needed to get to, and disappears from view as the elevator doors close.

Five minutes. That's how long it takes for Simon to get to where he needed to go, get whatever it was you had came here for, and make it back down to the lobby and out of the building. Meanwhile, not a single word was said on his part, only Kyle's flirting filled and your imaginary fight with an imaginary boss fill the silence of the comms.

You wait just long enough to hear Kyle finish his flirting conversation before following in the same direction Simon had walked to immediately after walking out of the building - back to the Van parked just around the corner. Time to find out what exactly it was you went through all this trouble for...

[As you climb into the back of the Van where Soap was waiting with a cheeky grin, you have no idea of the figure standing just a few dozen feets away, watching...waiting...]

[Honestly not quite sure about the demon's rights things, since...you know...they're demons. And kill people. And doom souls. Kind of a 'cool motive, still murder' moment. As such, I kind of tried to switch it to the Ex just basically being undercover as a human in America since even the tusked demons can make themselves look human like.]

Platonic Yandere Mira keeping her half demon child a secret

Tw: platonic yandere, tried to keep reader GN, teenage pregnancy, kind of child abandonment but not really, as always MDNI

Mira had a secret. One that she's kept from everyone around her for as long as she knew. No one knew about it except for her family, the ones who'd put effort and money into hiding the so-called 'shame' from the world. After all, her parent's couldn't afford for the world to know that their already problematic daughter had a (late) teenage pregnancy. Keeping Mira out of the public eye during the time she was showing was easy enough, and after? Well, as luck would have it, the father of the child - Mira's now ex - packed his bags and took you along to the other side of the world. You were just half a year at that point and Mira had just met Rumi and Zoey, had just found out that the alternative looking guy she was dating wasn't a 'guy' at all. So she didn't protest. She let him take you away from her, pretended neither of you existed.

Of course, her parents wasn't completely heartless - neither was Mira. They practically threw money into both an account that the Ex could access, as well as a trust-fund for you to access once you were of age. You were their grandchild after all, even if you were a stain on their family's white vest that they did their best to hide. And that's how things just went for five years. Five years where you grew up without a mother and Mira pretended you didn't exist, that not every moment of every day was haunted by thoughts of you, like she didn't spent every night lying in bed scrolling through the pictures she could find of you (both from her ex's social media [why does a demon have social media?] and the tail that she paid handsomely to keep her updated about your life).

And then...things change. The Saja boys show up, Rumi's secret is revealed, Gwi-Ma is defeated. It's only after that Mira realizes her own hypocrisy. She's lashed out and judged Rumi for keeping a secret from her and Zoey when she...was doing exactly the same. Sure, it was a little different. Rumi's secret was a lot more pressing towards their current situation and Mira told herself that keeping her past secret was something she did to protect you and not herself. So, once the dust had settled, the bathhouse has been visited and new singles were announced, Mira sat down with the girls and had a heart to heart. She told them everything, from meeting a guy that turned out to be a demon right up to the point where she had a baby with him. Understandably, Rumi and Zoey were...shocked, to say the least, but also surprisingly open and understanding. They understand why Mira hadn't said anything - even though it does sting a little - and they understand that Mira hadn't been knowledgable enough back then to make informed decisions on who she was dating.

The evening is spent with Mira projecting pictures of you onto the big screen in their living room, from the first ever picture taken only minutes after your birth up to the ones she got her hand on most recently. She tells them everything that she knows about you, about what you like, your friends, your after kindergarten activities, how far you can already count, what color you pretend you don't like just because everyone else did. Zoey and Rumi are entranced cooing over how adorable you are, how cute you look, noting every similarity between you and Mira. Rumi especially looks at the pictures where the red-pinkish colored patterns peak out from under the collar of whatever jumper you were wearing, musing on about how she'd do her best as your auntie to teach you everything she knew about being half-demon, especially her newer lessons about accepting yourself the way you are. It's like the fact that you were living on the other half of the globe - none the wiser about the fact that Mira was your mother - wasn't even a factor to her. In fact...It really wasn't.

An international tour can be organized surprisingly quickly and while having the first performance in America, Nevada was...atypical, it wasn't anything that couldn't be explained away somehow. But before their show, they had a certain residence to visit.

'It's time to come home to mommy, darling...'

[Decided to keep this strictly between Rumi and the Reader and leave out a possible spouse or Ex. Hope you like it even if it's half a year too late 🙃. As always: MDNI]

Platonic Yandere Rumi when her child starts developing patterns

TW: Platonic!Yandere Nepobaby Rumi, tried to keep Reader GN, but reader has hair brushed out of her face, age isn't specified, but tends towards somewhere between 4-6, mention of self loathing and self hatred

"Mommy?" your soft, little voice called out as you came walking into the living room where she was lounging on the large couch, her tablet perched in her lap as she read through some parenting books literature. As soon as she heard you, she immediately shut off the device and set it away. From her own childhood with Celine, she knew how it felt to be secondary to work, to never get the full attention you asked for. She'd never let you feel that way. Ever. As such, whenever you came to her while she was doing something in the privacy of your home - except for attention sensitive things like cooking - she turned her entire attention towards you. This time was no difference.

"Yes, love?" she asked softly, pulling you into her lap gently and brushing a strand of hair out of your cherubic face that she could never get enough from. Her expression went from adoring to a little panicked when out of nowhere, your eyes teared up and your lower lip started wobbling. "Oh, baby, what's wrong? Why the tears? You can tell Mommy." You sniffle a little before pulling the collar of your cashmere jumper to the side to reveal a purple mark - one that anyone else could've mistaken for a strangely shaped bruise. "I-I think I got hurt," you explain, seemingly also thinking it was a bruise. Rumi, who's breath hitched and heart stopped for a moment when she saw the marking, knew better. But still, she had to make sure. "Did...you walk into anything? Or had something fall on you?" she asks, her voice as soft as it was only with you. You think for a moment, then you shake your head.

"Does it hurt when you touch it or press on it?" she inquires further. You make an adorable face of concentration before reaching up with one of your teeny tiny hands (compared to Rumi's own) and press onto the mark. Then you poke it. Then once more. Seemingly surprised by the result, you shake your head. "It doesn't hurt at all, mommy," you say in astonishment, tears long forgotten. Rumi smiles for a moment as she appreciates your little brains process. The fact that you'd gotten all worked up over a bruise that wasn't there and immediately calmed down once you realized that you'd overreacted.

Rumi is conflicted for a moment. She wanted to keep this side of your lineage away from you, wanted to keep you pure and innocent mind, but she remembered how the way Celine had treated her markings, how it had influenced and stunted her own life. No way would she put you through that, no way she'd make you doubt and worry about something that was an innate part of you. Instead, she'd make you grow up proud of your markings, your patterns. She'd make you grow up knowing just how special and beautiful they made you. Rumi might have unknowingly filled her patterns with shame thanks to Celine, but yours would become a sign of pride.

"Darling, that's not a bruise," Rumi spoke up softly, pulling you closer against her. "It isn't?" you ask, confused and tilting your head in that adorable way that made even Mira admit to her own softness. "No," a smile graced Rumi's features as she reaches for your hands and guides your finger to her own - now iridescent -patterns, helping you trace the ones on her arm, "There like Mommy's markings." You look at Rumi with big, beady eyes. "Really? But yours are so pretty! And they're all over." Rumi chuckles a little, only someone as innocent and cheerful as you could make her feel happy about a part of herself that she's hated for most of her life. "Yeah, but Mommy is a grown up, yours are still...growing. Just like you." "So...There'll be just like yours when I'm big?" you ask hopefully, the tears from earlier already completely forgotten. A sharp pain goes through Rumi at the thought of you growing up, but that she'd have to deal with in therapy later. "I bet they'll be even prettier, after all...they'll be yours..."

[Tried to keep it vague if it's platonic or romantic Yandere so you can imagine both, Reader is Gender neutral, MDNI]

Aizawa isn’t quite sure how he’s supposed to feel. Like, he has a lot more pressing issues right now, with the fiend who broke into his home and put hands on his darling still right there, standing between him and his precious one. But…he’s also so incredibly proud of you. You fought back? You fought to stay with him? To stay in your home? If he wasn't busy pulling the enemy yan out of your shared home to beat him to death, he'd shed a tear of happiness. Once the dirty business is taken care of, the body is decaying somewhere in the sewer system where no one would find it in time to get any trace of who took care of him. And even if, Aizawa has more than enough influence and dirt on authorities to bury any lead.

Back at home, Aizawa will first make sure that you're okay and not hurt, take care of any possible wounds you might did get, and then get a nice, relaxing warm bath ready. With all the bubbles, candles, flower paddles and essential oils that you want. While you're soaking away, the teacher is reinforcing every part of the security system and also ordering better reinforcements for the new apartment that he's already bought (don't ask how he affords that on a teachers salary. I do not know). Expect a lot of spoiling and rewards for being such a loyal and trustworthy darling. Of course, that doesn't mean that you'll be given your freedom again, but...Aizawa supposes that he could be convinced to finally take that quirk-supressing cuffs (yes, I headcanon that they exist even though we have no evidence as far as I know. I just love them). But better be careful not to abuse this new privilege too much or Aizawa will be quick to change his mind again...

So I wasn’t sure if you meant ex left her with baby reader (aka. takes Rumi’s precious baby with them) or if you meant the ex left her with the baby (aka. packs their bag and leaves the two of you). Rumi wouldn’t be particularly pleased with both, but another factor is if Rumi’s Yandere for you or if she’s also romantically Yandere for her Ex. I tried to keep both baby reader and the Ex gender neutral.

As such, I present four different takes on the situation:

Tw: both romantic and platonic Yandere behavior (towards different people. No incest her), framing, abuse of power, mention of domestic abuse [in No. 1.], punishment (not detailed further), mentioned suicide (of unnamed background character) [in No. 3], kidnapping and being locked away [in No. 4]

No. 1] Only platonic Yandere Rumi where Ex leaves and takes the baby

Call the police, we have an emergency on our hand. Literally. Rumi will use her influence and money (And Celine and Bobby’s influence), call the police and have her Ex framed as an unstable individual that kidnapped her precious baby. Maybe she’ll add some domestic issues in there, makes herself seem like more of a victim in this situation (master manipulator when it comes to you). Because sure, Rumi and the girls might (for some reason) not be able to track them down, but the police-force (both local and the Korean National Police Agency) probably will. Especially in such a high relevance case once Rumi goes on national television and explains her situation in tears, begging her Ex to not harm her little one and bring you back to her. Rumi’s ex can do whatever he wants, but with everything going on, it’s not impossible that it’s their new partner that tells on them, eating these half truths right out of Rumi’s hand. One way or another, you’ll be returned to Rumi (and her Ex may or may not end up in federal prison, but that’s a price Rumi’s willing to pay).

No. 2] Only platonic Yandere Rumi where Ex leaves Rumi and the baby

This is…not so bad actually. Does she mind being left and her Ex choosing someone else over her? Yeah, of course. But the thing that irks her most is the fact that her ex dared to leave you. After all you’re the most precious, innocent, amazing little person. How could anyone ever want to be away from you? How could he possibly expect of you to grow up without both parents? At least you still had your adoring mother and aunts Zoey and Mira and grandmother Celine and Uncle Bobby. Still…Rumi was a little spiteful and she supposed that it would only be beneficial for you to have another parental figure in your life. So, it’s time make her Ex’ life a little worse. She wondered if their new partner would still be all that interested if her ex was suddenly job- and reputation less? But in the meantime, maybe it’s time for Rumi to do some…shopping dating.

No. 3] Platonic and romantic Yandere Rumi where Ex leaves and takes the baby

So this might as well be the apocalypse to Rumi. Nothing could possibly be worse. Not only did she ‘lose’ her true love, but also her darling little baby, her precious prince/ss. No, this can’t stand at all. She might be a little delusional when she finds out that her Ex left her for someone else. Obviously that other person must have manipulated them, must have told her Ex lies and used Rumi’s fame against her somehow. There is no possible way that the Ex would have left on their own accord, right? No. That’s not realistic at all. The girls use all their influence and training to find you and the ex. And if that’s not enough? Money buys a lot of good private investigators and if that doesn’t help is Rumi not above bribing the authorities. Sure, on her own with only her own smarts and skills she might have difficulties finding them - and in turn you - but they can’t hide an infant and themselves for long. Once Rumi got her spouse and darling child back, it’s time to reinforce some rules for her (not anymore) Ex. She really didn’t want to resort to more Celine-like tactics, but she’ll do what she has to. Starting with making her spouse watch the news broadcasts showing the tragic suicide of the person they left her for.

No. 4] Platonic and romantic Yandere Rumi where Ex leaves Rumi and the baby

Rumi is heartbroken. Truly. The person she sees as her soulmate left her. For someone else? How could they? How dare they? But she bottles it up for now, she couldn’t let you see her distress, even when you were still too young to properly comprehend her emotions. She couldn’t scar your innocent mind and thoughts. Again, Rumi is a little delusional, but much less than in No. 3. Why? In No. 3 her ex took you along with them, which in her mind was a sign that they loved you just as much as she loved you. That they didn’t want to be separated with you. While her ex taking you also made the situation much worse, it exonerated the ex in Rumi’s eyes just the smallest bit. But…if her ex is willing to leave you behind? For someone who couldn’t hold a candle to Rumi’s love or your preciousness? Then Rumi can’t manipulate herself into not thinking less of her ex. Sure, she still loves them, still wants them back and be a happy family again, but she can’t exactly trust them with your happiness and safety anymore. In this scenario, Rumi would focus her efforts on you, on your happiness, safety and health. But she wouldn’t stop looking. And, one day, no matter how good her ex was at hiding, she’d find them. Would it be cruel to lock them away where they wouldn’t see anyone but her and maybe occasionally Zoey and Mira? Sure, but she obviously couldn’t thrust them to roam free anymore and letting them back in your vicinity wasn’t an option until she trusts them again. Maybe, some day, if they’re well behaved, showed remorse for their actions and proved themselves to be capable of protecting your happiness and well being, they’d be allowed back up into the penthouse to be a family again, but until then they’ll have to content with the pictures and videos of you Rumi shows them every time to keep them updated on their shared little miracle…

Have I written anything in the past 2 months? No. Is that better than the 1 year gap last time? I'd say so. Here you go...almost 3k words I've written when I was supposed to be studying 💀 tumblr's being mean to me again so you might have seen this posted unfinished but should be good now

Platonic Yandere Nepo!Baby Rumi with an orphan teenage!reader

[TW: Platonic Yandere Rumi along with somewhat platonic Yandere Zoey and Mira, mentions of parental death, reader has PTSD, mentions of abuse and mistreatment, author trying to use korean forms of adressing someone based on google. MDNI]

Meeting Huntr/x had been a dream of most of the girls (and boys) in the youth home you were living in. They were a worldwide icon after all, and even a closed-off kid like you had to admit that their music was really catchy, though you tended to listen to more aggressive music, music that mirrored your anger with the world. With the system that had left you in the dust. Most of the teenagers inmates in the youth home knew how unlikely meeting a world famous kpop group was, though. The institution barely had enough money to get enough toilet paper for the all the ones in it, so obviously tickets to a concert or a Meet and Greet with them was the most unlikely purchase for them to make, right after buying each of you a freaking Pony or something. So, imagine the surprise of you and all the other teens, when one day a representative from Honmoon records shows up, all prim and proper in a grey suit and heels that klick every time she took a step, and announces that for a charity event, Huntr/x were inviting the local orphanages and youth homes to attend a concert along with a signing event afterwards. Free of cost. Obviously everyone freaked out. To you, this wasn‘t a joyous occasion though. You saw it how it really was. They weren‘t doing this out of the kindness of their heart, this was just a marketing stunt. Maybe one of their members had tweeted something offensive and now they needed to get back in the publics good graces. It didn‘t matter to you why they were using you and other kids and teens like you, all you cared about was that they were using you. As props and nothing more.

Also if you see this I love your writing ♥️

Please don't hate me for answering this literally two years too late, I have no one to blame but myself, university stress and depression

Platonic Yandere Batfam with a romance novel loving GN!Reader

Congratulations, you just handed them the ultimate conditioning tool. They do it without you even noticing. You behave in a way they like? Allowed the cuddle pile to happen? Watched Damian train without trying to reach for a weapon to kill him? Let Steph give you a make over (Why do you always end up looking like some sort of doll after)? Call Bruce 'dad' without looking like you're going to throw up on him? Look, the newest part of that romance series you love just got delivered. Time to add it to the steadily growing sector of the manors library that's now inhabited by romance novels. The same goes for the movies, though you get those less just because they figure movies are more a family thing and they do not want to watch two characters fall in love and (gasp) kiss when their precious younger sibling was sitting right there (Don't think about their hypocrisy, there is no explanation to that). Though you still get those movies for especially good behavior - along with permission to watch them with Babs, Steph and Cass on a girls night. Though you shouldn't think this is a free for all good thing. The Batfamily happens to also be...quite prone to jealousy from time to time. They already have to share you with each other so having to share your attention with those books too?! It's the worst. Jason and Tim are the least annoyed by it, both cherishing time spent with you in silence, where you're reading and they're doing their own thing (Jason's usually reading too, Tim's doing work or gamin). But Dick and Damian? The worst. When it's their (appointed) moment to have one on one time with you and you pay more attention to your book...? Don't be too surprised when Alfred the Cat spills a cup of black tea over your book (Why was there a cup of black tea? You don't are not allowed to drink black tea and Damian prefers Chai...Mysterious) or when during one of his gymnastic performances Dick 'accidentally' manages to kick your book straight into the fireplace. Now, there's no reason to be too sad, after all they'll be more than willing to replace the book, but...it's quite a coincidence that it's suddenly out of stock in seemingly all of Gotham's bookstores (according to what they tell you) and the shipping time is almost a week... Oh, well, that just means you'll have more time to spent with your adoring family (and maybe next time you'll pay more attention to them). Also, a little random, but I feel the need to add: All the romance novels and films you get are edited. Without your knowledge, though you suspect as much when the next part of spicy fantasy romance series you had started reading before being kidnapped adopted, suddenly didn't go past a chaste kiss and a love confession. You were pretty sure that in the last book they went fully to third base. It get's even more obvious when a book went from a very characteristic writing style to something that could be straight out of a Jane Austen novel with how...well, sexless it was. And the movies? They hide it better in there, but you definitely notice a weird cut around the part of the movie where the main characters usually had drunken one night stands or went the next step in a relationship that had been mostly platonic until then. The cuts did surprisingly manage to not leave (a lot) of story out, but it was still noticeable. Especially when the box (you liked having the physical DVDs to have in your room) said the movie was 95 minutes long, but the progress bar only went up to minute 91...How strange.

Decided not to specify which iteration this is so feel free to imagine your favorite. One (non-consensual) cuddle express coming up

Blueprints (Yandere!Riddler x GN!Reader)

TW: Romantic Yandere!Riddler, stalking, kidnapping, being locked up, being sedated, non-consensual cuddling (but no sexual content), stockholm-syndrom setting in, tried to keep this gender neutral (if you notice the reader being gendered, please message me so I can fix it), Batman has kind of skewed morals

When he sees you first, it's in Gotham's central library. Quite frankly, Edward Nygma is surprised he's still allowed inside, but the staff is overworked and underpaid so no one ever really notices him when he comes inside, his latest scheme cooking in his cranium. The library was a resource even someone like him couldn't pass up on, especially with how foolishly the Gotham legislators were to allow the blueprints of official building in the city built before the turn of the century to just be filed away there for everyone to see. Sure, they'd wisened up and didn't add onto them with the prints of the newer buildings - you had to put in an official request for those and that was such a headache for him, forcing him to fake an identity with enough merit to not immediately alert that Bat to what he was planning - but they hadn't bothered to remove the old ones. Ed could have looked them up online over the libraries web archive, but he preferred getting out of his lair once in a while, smell the books, remind himself of how stupid and thoughtless the muppets inhabiting Gotham were. How stupid everyone was there except for him...and the very rare individual with more than a single braincell (he's looking at you, Batman). When he sees you first, he scoffs. In front of you on the table you monopolized in the corner of the room was a thick astrological almanac, a philosophy collection propped up against a steel water bottle, and - oddly enough - a math text book. He rolled his eyes, thinking that you were trying much too hard to seem knowledgable, figuring that you barely comprehended a tenth of the words your eyes were taking in, especially with so many different topics. But as he makes notes on the blueprint to a building currently used as a shopfront though it was a district court once, decades ago, he can't help but keep looking toward you. He had to admit...you were beautiful and with such a soft aura...even the fact that you looked frazzled and tired and too deep in concentration didn't change that fact. Ed tries to shake that thought from his mind and return to his plans when a young adult woman approaches you. Probably one of the many ants attending Gotham's college or university that thought themselves smarter than the average when they were hardly any different. Ed is good as eavesdropping, always has been. Attuned to listening to quiet sounds as well as having learnt how to read lips early on. His pupils dilate just slightly as he finally comprehends what you were doing. The young woman thanked you for reading and correcting an essay on proof of a certain mathematical formula she needed for class and you gave her a tired smile, told her that you were always happy to help and that she did good work (even though Edward saw just how much red was pencilled over the original text). Once the woman left, you closed the math textbook with a sigh, rubbed your eyes and got up - leaving towards a nearby coffee machine.