Drunk Writing 11/5/21: Riddlebat
Prompt: So Riddler would be an adorable little IT geek. Sent to fix the CEOs computer. - riddlebat
“Ed, get up to the executive office. They need something in Mr. Wayne’s office.”
Edward’s eye twitched once at the nickname but he held in the rage. He was on a probationary period with the company after his most recent stint at Arkham and he couldn’t afford to screw this up. He grabbed his laptop and went down the hall to the elevator. He knew that he was smarter than everyone in the IT department combined, but letting him go to Mr. Wayne’s computer was a test and he knew it.
He got to the top floor and knocked on the door. “Oh, come in!” Edward took a deep breath and opened the door. “So ou’re the new IT guy! Welcome, I just needed someone to look at my computer. I think I got something in the keyboard or something.”
Edward walked over and took a deep breath, being this close to the object of his affections was a lot. “Y-yes Mr Wayne.” Bruce had only pushed his chair out of the way ar enough that Edward could get to the keyboard.
“Please, call me Bruce.” he said and Edward blushed. “So how are you liking it here Mr Nygma?”
Edward’s breath hitched. “I go by Mr. Smith actually.”
“Ah, yes, sorry, my mistake.” Bruce gave him a gentle smile and Edward’s mouth dried up.
“It’s okay, most people know.” Edward admitted looking down at the keyboard and seeing the problem. “Okay, here it is, the cord is partially unplugged, so you’re probably only getting it to work about the half the time.”
Bruce nodded at him and then turned him around to look at him. “I believe in second chances Edward. I want you to be deserving of this one.” Edward stopped breathing from how close he was and had to blink hard.
“T-thank you Mr. Wayne.” He couldn’t breathe, Batman was touching him.
“We both know the truth Edward. There’s no need for the formalities.” Bruce pulled him closer. “Unless we can only kiss in the suits.”
“Don’t want them thinking that it’s nepotism.” he mumbled out.
Edward gasped as Bruce pulled him into his lap.
“I will” he whispered out.
“Then nothing is wrong,” Bruce tilted his head up. “So, can I kiss you?”
“Yes,” he breathed out and then Bruce’s lips were on him.