#ler!riddler

inspired a bit by @bimobuddy fanfic So Serious

Unmask the truth ??¿

⚠️ SFW tickle, restrictions, ridd(Ler) X batman lee, interrogation

Colors: Batman Riddler

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Riddler threatened to kill his next victim, the third one in the month. But why? Batman doesn't understand all that obsession, why does this fucking reddit user keeps killing people and sending him little letters like a highschool girl. Just for attention?

But who would be that victim? Someone who Batman trusts and is very close to.

Gordon was kidnapped by Edward and his stupid goons — also known as followers who watches his Live streams — they took him to an abandoned building.

And it's exactly his plan, record a video of the crime scene and making it stream in Batcave's computer through his methods, pretending its public for everyone to see it. Gordon all immobilized in a chair with an entire silver tape around his body. He couldn't scream, was too scared but also muted by the tape.

~ Turns camera on

— HELLO MY DEAR FOLLOWERS! Today the show is gonna be quite interesting.

He trembles a lot as always, let's say he doesn't have too much recording skills...

— Well, well, well, look what we got here, mr. Gordon! So nice to see you — he says mockingly, approaching the camera uncomfortably too next to his face, making the commissioner close his eyes.

— Say hi to the chat, shall we?! ~hewoo — he mocks his voice with a high pitch

— Very good! Soooo, where were we? Oh, yes! I im gonna be direct, i want Batman to unmask, or else... Im gonna torture Gordon in live, using some pretty harmful tools here on the table, but we're only going to have that if Batman decides to be too selfish to save a life. WHAT'S MORE IMPORTANT BATMAN? A POOR HUMAN'S LIFE? OR YOUR IDENTITY? WE'LL SEE IN NEXT CHAPTERS HAHAHAHAHAHAA!!

~ Turns camera off

— Now goons, drop out that man outta here please. I gotta wait for my boyfr- i mean... The Batman.

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Bruce is terrified, but he knows he can't be, he used his computer to track the address and got ready, Gotham calls for him. Its time for him to save the day, or may i say... The night. He quickly put his armor on and gone away faster than my dignity, Alfred is used to it, but doesn't matter how many time it will be, he will always wish Bruce good luck before any crime fighting.

The Riddler's goons kept Gordon in somewhere else before dropping him off back to his place, little did Bruce know it wasn't a real live stream. Batmobile got out faster than a shooting star, traveling through all the streets of the city, he didn't had something else on his mind, just the commissioner he got to save. For Batman's bad luck, he thought he was one step forward, when in reality, were ten steps back.

Jumped out the black vehicle, he didn't even need to open the doors, pressed a button and close all the windows, completely shielding against anything. The black boots left steps on the sand around the building, Edward knew he was coming, so he hid as quickly as possible to to take him off guard.

Bruce entered the building and saw no one in this very large room, and that was the moment he knew he was screwed, the only things he saw around him was a camera pointing to an empty chair and a projector pointing to a green panel with a white question mark drawn on it, looked like it was made by a 6 year old. He searched around him for any hints about that little green guy, nothing again, but he maintained his composure and showed no sign of concern, when he listened a distorted, muffled, and echoing voice, it seemed to be coming from an old loudspeaker.

— RIDDLE ME THIS... All mysterious and scary, wears a black cape, but give me some minutes and i'll make him beg to escape.

He maintained himself silent, but kept looking around faster with anger in his eyes, when he got suffocated by a wet cloth piece, right in his nose and mouth, he didn't see that one coming, Riddler fell off from the chandelier, the voice echoing was a recording let out by a press of a button.

Bruce fought a little but immediately fell asleep, now Edward had to carry him, but all that muscles plus the armor weighed a lot.

....

Now, defenseless and tied up to a chair, its dark around in the room and the only light is very bright upon him, but in this room, there is someone who wants to clarify things out, Riddler sitting in front of Bruce in a backwards chair, crossed arms resting on the top of the chair, under his chin, staring at him and no blinking, tapping his fingers as the silence hovers around creating a tension between the glasses guy who was facing Bruce, who is still waking up from the sleep effect and waiting him to say something, looking at with curiosity, when he finally decides to start the truth game.

— Say hi to the camera, Batman... — Edward pretends to turn it on for a video.

— What do you want, Riddler...? Where is Gordon? — Batman gets angry and direct, trying to look to the dark behind Riddler, even if he couldn't see correctly, because of his blurred vision after waking up.

— Ooh relax, little bat, maybe the bright light is tormenting you, right? — he said, letting out a giggle. — Okay, i'll turn it down a bit for you.

As he got up to adjust the light, Bruce realized he could not move, the meters of silver tape that wrapped around his arm on the chair's armrests were restricting him so he couldn't fight back. He also noticed some type of computer next to him, with two long extensions attached to his temples, — also held in place with silver tape. — he got worried and wondered to himself what that could possibly be.

— Oh this? Don't worry little bat, it's not some torture machine... But that little toy can lead you to one... — he said with a distorted voice because of his mask, letting it open to interpretation, he couldn't show the smile he opened, but the eyes expression told him everything.

He turned back to the camera, totally ignoring the man behind him. — Now we're gonna play a game called "Unmask the truth", and y'all already know exactly who is it, right?

— Riddler, what do you want? We can get to an agreement. Tell me where Gordon is. — Bruce asked calmly, trying to negociate so he could get free and arrest the masked man standing in front of him. He fought against his restrictions in despair, at anytime he could have his mask removed and posted for a thousand of Riddler's disgusting fans, and was also worried about the commissioner.

— Ooh, already giving up, bat? — he teased.

Batman couldn't help but feel his cheeks hot, and it wasn't even because of the warmth of the armor.

— Maybe you're a little bit intimidated by the recording, okay listen, i'll turn it off, but after that, i'll take it again to expose your pretty face, how does that sound? — threatened as he smiled with his eyes and walk in the camera's way.

He pulled up a control from his pocket. — But don't give up so soon, i didnt even start the fun part, let's play a little game, shall we? — he pressed a few buttons and it made a noise indicating the weird computer turned on, after that came back to the chair, facing the tied up man again. Batman knew he had no choice unless play Riddler's stupid game.

— So, did you already get the answer of my last riddle?

— What? — he was kinda confused and on alert for anything.

— "All mysterious and scary, wears a black"...

— Enough. — he demanded, not wanting to do it at all — No. I did not.

The machine next to him made a high sound and appeared on the screen a symbol indicating it's correct.

— Ohh, i see... I am genuinely surprised about that, coming from a very smart man...

— Is that... A Lie detector?! — Bruce raised his voice, incredulous at Riddler's choice of free will.

Was heard another sound which shows Bruce is right.

Bruce was kind of worried, he doesn't know what Riddler wants exactly, who can predict what he got on his sick mind?

— Well, you already know. — He tilted his head and showed his palms. — Now i want to know some things about you, but hold on... — He took of his mask, revealing his round cheeks and smile. — Now, it's your turn to let the truth out, are you sensitive?

— What? — Bruce couldn't believe in what he just heard, that ridiculous fucking clown did all of this show just for his weird ass fantasies, wasn't it? He really wanted that was just a misheard.

— Are you running away from the question, little bat? — he teased again, with that most mischevious smile ever, knowing he cant escape or lie. — Tell me, are you ticklish?

Bruce totally didn't see that coming, he couldn't show he was nervous either, little did he knew he would get THIS vulnerable in front of ANY of his enemies, showing weakness or softness is something unacceptable for Batman. He didn't even remember the last time he got tickled, he waited anything from Edward, a regular fight, some villain laughs and stuff, but tickling? Not even the Joker, a literal maniac clown obsessed with laughing has never done something like that to him. "Tickle", that's a word Batman couldn't even pronunciate without getting awkward about it, because it's the most easy way to force someone to laugh, imagine displaying it for him.

What should he do??? Lie??

Riddler it's gonna know anyway!

Refusing to answer??

Gonna look suspicious, he may find it out with his own hands...

— What's wrong, Batman? Did i touch a sensitive spot? — mocked Edward, always with a pun in his questions.

— No. Can you repeat it for me? — Bruce watched his mouth not to say "i wasn't paying attention" or else the detector would expose the mess he could turn into.

— I said... Are. You. Ticklish? Yes or no?

WHAT SHOULD HE DO???¿¿

— What happened, bat? Catwoman got your tongue?

The mockery in his voice. He already know, shit!! It's just like a cat surrounding the prey caught in a mousetrap, in this case, a "bat-trap".

— Cmon, sweet, just confess for me already... Or do you want a... hand with that?

He got up and wiggled the fingers in front of Batman, remembering him who is in charge.

— RIDDLER, BACK OFF! — Batman screamed out loud, he would rather die than admit he even had a weakness in front of Edward. trying to kick him with his free legs, without knowing that this was so much easier... For him to catch it.

— Oh, thank you, i knew you would collaborate. — he taunted, winking and sitting down the chair with that big boot on his lap, undoing it to show his bare left foot. — Last chance, Batman, admit it, or you're gonna get a good laugh.

— YOU DISGUSTING RAT, LET GO OF MY FOOT!! — He lost control and started cursing words at him, he wished he could choose anything but that, it's just matter of time for him to start squirming like a worm.

— Wrong answer, you are very rude, aren't ya? Let me teach you some manners. — he tapped his fingers to Bruce's foot lightly to harder, for his bad luck, Edward got a little nail in the ring finger he forgot to cut out.

Bruce did the impossible to contain the laughter, but his face was getting some red color.

— You okay? Want to say something? Cmon let it out loud... — Riddler teased as he scratched that nail in his sole.

He was fucked up. He couldn't help but let out a giggle.

— NGHAH~

— Huh? What was that? Do it again for me, pretty please? — he asked at the same time that was scratching it up and down faster.

— HAAHAHAHAHAHHAHA STOP IT HHAHHAHAHAHHA! — Batman screamed out loud with his laughter.

— Why should i stop it? Aren't you having fun, bat? — Riddler was amazed but at the same time kind of scared, he and the other villains had only heard his laugh when the things starts getting serious, in a REAL serious level. He couldn't believe he was the one making Batman laugh, and with the most ridiculous and pathetic way, and that he would have such a beautiful laugh.

— YOU BASTARDHAHAHAHAHHAH I CANT- I — Bruce wasn't capable of formulating a sentence without squirming and laughing pathetically, all that serious, intimidating bat-man, wasn't there anymore, just a big bat-mess.

Edward stopped with his impertinent hands a little, letting the sweaty man breathe. — I think you're not so tough now, huh? So, what will it be, Bruce?

— What...? — he stopped a while to think, his blue eyes widened as he heard him pronounce his real name.

— I already know, for years to be exact. — he gets up and walks towards him, taking off his mask, revealing his red toned face and sweaty hair, letting his skin get some air. — Now come here! — he exclaimed, changing the spot, aiming for the torso.

— GAHAHAHAHAHAH NOO!! STOP IT, NOT THERE, NOT THERE!!

— Oh, here? — he played tickling his ribs hard. — These are my favorites, did you know?

— IM GONNA FUCKING GET YOU WHEN I- AHAHAHAHAH NOO!! NO, NOO!!! — he screamed like a little girl when Riddler pinched his hip bones. — What do you want from mehehehhahahahh?!

— I want you to admit what i want. — he responded with a cute smile on his face. — if you do it, i'll confess what i got.

Batman was on the edge, he was extremely strong to beat anyone, but when tickles come up to the situation, he turns into a little rabbit.

— OKAY HAHAHAH PLEASE, STOP IT!! — Edward immediately stopped to hear it, he almost pulled up a mic for him to say it louder. — I-i... im ticklish...

— Sorry, can you repeat that for me? — He heard it very well, but he wouldn't let get away the opportunity to humiliate Bruce in a playful way.

— I am ticklish. — He repeated it, this time making eye contact.

The machine made the "you're correct" answer noise again.

— See? Was it that hard? Now you know what i meant with "beg to escape".

Bruce looked down flustered with his heavy breathing, red colored cheeks and teary eyes, he was exhausted, couldn't believe he let himself get absolutely wrecked by this reddit user.

— Now, i'm gonna tell you mine. It was all fake, the video was made just for you, no one else has seen it.

— What? — he fought again against his restrictions, making he remember doing it is useless.

— Oh, and also don't worry about that stupid commissioner, my goons sent him back.

— Why did you do this?

— The tickle part, that got you flustered? — he couldn't let away a chance to tease him.

— God give me patience... No, all of this, the kidnapping, the video, also, that explains you knowing my identity when i got the video directly for me. — now everything makes sense for Bruce.

— Isn't that obvious? All the letters i sent you, the videos, everything i did, was to try to talk to you, i admire you so much, i needed to reach you, because i love you, Bruce. — he blushes as he confessed and got up to finally free the blue-eyed man— And of course, i wanted to tickle you as well. — he winked smirking.

— Well, im honoured, but... — Bruce blushed but grabbed Edward fast by his hand and slammered him hard to the table, making he lay on his stomach, restricting his hands on his back, both of them couldn't see each other red on their faces. Batman started to search for weapons hidden in the boy's jacket. — I'm taking you back to prison, now, just let me-

He was interrupted by some giggles he heard from the guy wearing glasses. — H-hey! Don't touch it... Pfft- Ahahahahahahaha!! STOP PLEASE!!

— Oh, you mean here? — Batman teased as he realizes whats happening and does it again, poking his underarms. — Why can't i touch here?

— NOHOHOHO PLEASE STOP THAT!! I CANT TAKE IT, STOP!! STOP- Hahahahaahahahaha!!

Bruce was amazed by the sensitivity of the cute guy he was arresting, he was even more ticklish than him, a few minutes ago he was acting like he was the scariest tickler ever, now, reduced to a weak-lee-ng, who would have thought, huh?

— BEAT ME, ARREST ME, KILL ME, ANYTHING YOU WANT BUT THAT, PLEASE- HAHAHAHAHH!

He stopped for a bit and let the pathetic man breathe a little, he had an idea and walked away towards the camera.

— As you wish, but first you gotta confess your crimes to the delegates watching this and tell where all of your goons are.

— Oh god... — he sighed.

— Yeah, call for him — the last thing that came out Bruce's mouth before he shoves his hand under Riddler's arms.

....

Batman got all that criminals right back to where they belong, including Riddler. The guards wondered why he was all red and had his hair messed up, maybe he was late and forgot to brush it. Bruce insisted to them to go alone take Riddler to his cell, and so he did it.

He opened the cell door and before pushing Edward inside, he gives him a kiss on his sensitive ear that made him giggle and hide it on his shoulder, then a whisper that made him blush. — I love you too, Edward.

— Come back to visit me! — he asked with a soft voice, happy with what he just heard.

— Of course, but if i even hear about you misbehaving around, when i get here, we're gonna get a good talk. Or better, you're gonna get a good laugh. — he threatened in a low volume voice.

I was too lazy to draw the background 😅 thanks again for the ask @secretgentleman 🌸💖