#patisilence

RIDDLER

 Walking through the sewers your boss called his ‘workshop’, you were bringing in coffee – the man refused to sleep, but him working half-asleep wouldn’t be a good idea, considering all the metal and electricity he was working on an hour ago, when you left. Both your hands full due to the two cups, you simply turned down the doorhandle with your elbow. Pushing the door open with your foot, your face was met with your boss’s fist. You dropped both cups of coffee on the ground, and held your face where he had hit you. 

“Are you fucking sorry?!” He exclaimed, wrench in his other hand.

 “What is wrong with you?!” You yelled back, looking at him with wide eyes. You could practically see the gears turning in his head, seeing the red mark forming on your face and the no longer hot coffee on the ground. The two of you stood there, waiting for the other one to say, well, anything. Riddler wasn’t one to apologize, so you decided to-

 “I’m- Sorry-” His voice faltered, and your mouth hung slightly open at his words. 

 “Are you sick?” You asked in response, putting your hand against his forehead.

 “What are you- Don’t touch!” He took your hand off his forehead.

 “You actually apologised! Are you sure you’re okay? Maybe you should rest-”

 “I am fine!”

SCARECROW

 To be fair, scarecrow had asked for your help in his lab. So, there you were, handing him various chemicals and equipment while he prepared a fresh batch of toxin. You were lost in your thoughts, until you heard a yelp from him, and saw the beaker full of boiling water fall off the hot plate. Before you could move, your face was met with his fist and a bit of hot water, followed by you yelping in pain, and silence. You looked up to see your attacker, and was met with a burlap-covered face. The silence was… uncomfortable, to say the least. He – The scarecrow, was staring back at you.

 “Are you fucking sorry?” He asked, much to your surprise. The fuck was that supposed to mean? ‘Are you fucking sorry’ He punched you, not the other way around!

 “...Excuse me?” You managed to sputter, looking at him with a look of confusion. Hell, if he decided to gas you for your ‘disrespect’, you’d take it. At least it wouldn’t be another punch in the face. Instead of an answer, the silence continued on. You were about to excuse yourself, but were stopped by his voice. 

 “Are you all right?” He asked, voice gravelly as usual. You took a few seconds to respond, but nodded. 

 “Yeah… It just burns a bit, that’s all. You just scared me a bit.” You responded, watching his eyes slightly light up towards the end of your sentence. 

 “Good. You can have the rest of the day off as an apology. I’ll… continue working.”

MAD HATTER

Jervis was quite easy to surprise. That wasn’t what you had meant to do this time, but you somehow had managed to do just that. 

 You walked up behind him, carrying various fabrics for his hats. You didn’t realize how quiet you had been, and tapped his shoulder. You were surprised by him yelping, throwing up his arms, one of them hitting you square in your face, making you groan at the sudden pain. Upon hearing it was you, he quickly turned to face you. He took your face in his hands, Worry plastered all over his face.

 “Are you sorry!” He blurted out, his hat had fallen to the ground in the moment.

 “...What?” You questioned, shocked at his outburst. Considering his confusion at your response, he hadn’t realized what he had said in his worry. You saw his expression turn into one of panic, as the realization set in.

 “Oh, I do apologise, I was not very wise!” He apologised, his hands tightening around your face, squishing your cheeks at the same time.

💚 Young Justice

Children? Oh he fights them on a daily basis... He can't say that, can he? Ahh, fuck.

Look, he is one desperate cookie and those who glance upon him, he is latching himself to them faster than you can blink, regardless of who they are. A ten is still a ten even if they have a child from a previous relationship, he is willing to take any baggage, child included... N-No, he didn't mean to call the child a baggage--

Oh kids... Yeah, he doesn't really have a positive thing to say about them, especially when they're certain inconvenience that will render his plans collapsed because of them... But it's your child, they're an exception.

The little thing is tolerable for sure. A bit hyperactive, but what child isn't? A six year old who has a lot of question for the world, confused about socialising but his heart is at the right path.

Guess what their name is... Robin. An energetic gymnast with a penchant to ask plenty of questions, a known witty ass... Um yeah.

NO WORRIES, HE DOESN'T — ahem, he doesn't hate the boy at all! Even if he shares striking similarities with the boy wonder, he's checked just in case... Though sometimes he doubts himself, but then he is reminded that, in fact, Boy wonder Robin is no longer six years old, whereas Robin-Y/N's-son is only six years old.

Anyways, Edward picked up Robin from school for today and they greeted you with a concerning sight; your son holding a bloody handkerchief to their nose and your Edward's shirt bloodied with, presumably and hopefully, your son's blood... That is phrased wrong, but you know what I mean, right?

Edward then explains to you about Robin failing to secure himself in his seat and one abrupt halt after an encounter with a dumbass driver, your son was sent hurling forward and slamming his face against the seat in front of him. Oh Edward, our sweet Edward was a nervous wreck and it went a little something like this:

"Oh my god are you okay, buddy? Oh shi--oot. Oh no, oh no, oh no."

Edward bends back over the backseats, but to no avail, he resorts to leaving the driver's seat and entering the back. He nervously inspect your son, wincing when his fingers touched and stained with blood, but he pushes through his squeamishness and pinches Robin's nose, all the while, his free hand hunts for his spare handkerchief.

"Am okaaay," Beams your son with a nasally voice, his big eyes identical to yours looking up at Edward. "That's a lot of blood."

"Oh no, Y/N's going to kill me!" He squeaks, finally able to get a hold of a handkerchief before using it to pinch your boy's nose.

"Yeah, blood is hard to get off a white shirt... And it's brand new." Oh bless his heart.

"Whatever you do, don't tilt your head up," Edward says, absentmindedly wiping his bloody fingers on his shirt before reaching for the bottle of sanitiser in the glove box. Luckily, he spots a bag of wet wipes and opts to use it instead. "Give me your hand."

Robin puts a hand out and Edward got to work with ridding the red from Robin's fingers and palm. Robin switches to his other hand and Edward does the same. During the act, even in concentration and panic, Robin's nasally voice does not slip his ears.

"Thanks dad."

.... Augh 😫

💚 Arkhamverse

Children are not his thing, he'd like to stay away from those fussy miniature humans with underdeveloped minds as much as possible... But he is making an exception with this one that happened to be his favourite person's daughter.

At first he was a touch tense around your daughter, opting to lean away and at times, dismiss them as much as he can, until you scolded him to include her as a package that comes in the relationship and if he doesn't want that, then he should drop the relationship all together. Apparently he loves you enough thay he began to be less dismissive of the child.

... he supposes your daughter, Helen, isn't that bad. She's tolerable unlike other children. Curious little thing, fidgety, and a bit timid. At first she too was afraid of Edward, sensing that she isn't wanted to be dealt with, until he himself began warming up to her that the nine year old began to open up as well.

Peaking from the threshold of the kitchen, you spot Edward who had just crawled out his development facilities and freshly bathed, sitting across the counter from Helen as she moves between to the surface of the counter and the stove where a pot is boiling. Tipping your head upwards, to see a chess board on the countertop.

You remembered how Helen brought up yesterday she needed to enhance her puzzling skills to compete against other schools. She had only recently developed an interest to puzzles thanks to Edward and specifically towards chess.

"Are you sure that's your final move?" Edward asks after Helen has placed a piece down on the board.

Helen, upon being greeted by this question many times, began to analyzing and questioning her move. Noticing what he is implying, she takes her move back and places her piece elsewhere.

"Good. Remember, during a real chess match, you can't just hope your opponent does not capture your piece."

"Okay... Thanks dad."

Edward's game plan to destroy the child with a checkmate once again has been thwarted with a single word. Dad... DAD---

Short circuiting. Give him a moment to process. He got knocked off-guard so hard he lost to Helen. Well, she can't just call her opponent's 'dad' to catch them as off guard as Edward now can she?

💚 Batman the animated series

He is selective when it comes to children. On the other hand, he had made a demographic out of younger groups of people and kept them in mind when it comes to developing video games and on the other, he can find a few of them as obnoxious and he actively turn away from them just so he could act out the urge to smack a child.

But your daughter Meri was nothing but am absolute dear, Edward couldn't help but to simply adore the precious little babe! A polite young lady who is a touch playful and is an absolute delight to talk to! Edward couldn't help but to want to spoil the girl! ... If you'd allow him. Can he? Okay, not too much, just this Gameboy.

Meri doesn't play videogames all that much but when Edward introduced her to a Gameboy, oh boy, he might just make a gamer girl out of he. I mean, since the man has also the intricate knowledge about programming, he might get her interested in it as well! The process of which Edward was teaching her now to be accustomed with playing with one is something they bond over, at times where Meri couldn't bear a certain level she would tug in Edward's sleeve and ask him to help her out.

How could he say no to the face that resembled you??? Tasks and agenda are now thrown away, we must beat this level of Super Mario Bros. It will cost him his career as a Internationally renowned threat as a rogue, but he says it's worth it. Why, you may ask?

"YAY! Thanks dad, you're the greatest!"

💚 Young Justice

"Are you okay?" The Riddler asks and in your disorientation, you can only nod. Through the haze of confusion you feel your frame being embraced, the Riddler's head resting on your chest. "Oh god, that was way too close. I'm so sorry for letting that happen."

You furrowed your brows... Since when has the Riddler became a superhero?

Your eyes widen when you saw a puckered pair of lips approaching you, that's when you broke free of his embrace, resulting for you to stumble back and fall on your bottom.

"WHOAH THERE, BUDDY!" You exclaimed, holding a hand up. "Thanks for saving me and all, but what the fuck, you do not kiss people you save! And I have a boyfriend!"

... Excuse him, as he is still processing this.

You mean to tell him that you don't recognize him? At all? You are either in need of some glasses or the attack had you disoriented enough to render your ability to recognise your own BOYFRIEND--

He takes off his glasses and replaced it with his normal ones, before shrugging off his green jacket. Now, he sees your face unfold to a realisation.

"Omg, I am so sorry, I didn't recognize you!" Helping your off the ground, you took the opportunity to launch yourself around his neck.

💚 Batman the animated series

Let me tell you how much Edward called himself an idiotic moron for letting you get roped into one of his schemes and that doesn't happen often, now does it? Edward calling himself an idiotic moron. That just goes to show how much he loves you. Forget the heist, forget the Batman, you are the only thing that matters.

"Y/N! Oh thank god, you're okay... Are you okay? Please tell me you are."

You awoke to the unusual sight of the Riddler cradling your body. Even in your delirious state, you felt discomfort at some stranger clutching you like this. You can understand when someone is holding you, but those close? His forehead almost pressed to you?

Oh fuck is he about to kiss you--

"Back!" Before he can lean in, you englufed his whole face with your palm. "I don't need CPR, I am awake as you can see."

Riddler winced... Though he supposes your rejection is justifiable, he did almost got you killed.

With a muffled voice, he spoke. "I'm sorry, Y/N--"

"Ohoho, I don't know how you know my name buster, and your attempt to kiss me that is so borderline creepy! I don't want to use this card, but I have a boyfriend!"

"It's me Eddie." He sniffles behind your palm. "I'm sorry for being a moronic idiot."

"What?" You pulled you palm away and squinted at the Riddler... Taking it up a notch, you gently took his face within your grasp and peeled his mask off. "Edward?"

"Yes, it's me..."

"Eddie!" You pounce on him, arms around his neck and the power of your love caused him to stumble back with your embrace. "I can't believe I didn't know it's you!"

He can only melt in your embrace, relishing your warmth.

DK! SCARECROW

Baking could be… boring, sometimes. But the idea of cuddling up in a blanket next to jonathan while watchng a movie was too good to pass. And so, here you were – Taking out a tray of freshly baked gingerbread cookies out of the oven, phone on speaker on the table. You didn’t hear the front door opening, too concentrated on your conversation.

“I mean, technically it’s just blacking out and waking up in a new location, right?” You hummed, Taking your phone in your hand.

“Yeah?”

“Human trafficking.” You simply stated, to which there was a sigh heard on the other end of the phone. Placing the tray on the table, the smell of fresh cookies filled the apartment.

“I swear to god, [Nickname]” Turning off the speaker and putting the phone to your ear, you didn’t notice Jonathan standing at the kitchen door, brows slightly furrowed in confusion.

“Firstname?” you slightly jumped hearing Jonathan’s voice, turning to face him.

“Oh, [Friend’s name] Jonathan’s here. I’ll talk to you later, ‘kay?” You placed your phine back down, waltzing over to Jonathan.

“So you casually discuss human trafficking with your friends, hm?”

BTAS! RIDDLER

Your friend had started the conversation. It was supposed to be you two reminiscing about your favourite video games, but as always, it turned into playful arguing.

“Fast travel doesn’t exist, though.” Your friend chuckled, turning the page on their book.

“It’s just blacking out and waking up somewhere else, though.” You retaliated smiling, idea popping into your mind.

“Yes?” Suspicious, your friend turned to fully face you, waiting for whatever brilliant idea you had this time.

“I mean, it’s practically just human trafficking, isn’t it?” You could practically see how done your friend was with you, as they sighed, turning their attention back to their book. You, on the other hand turned your gaze towards Edward. You could practically hear the gears turning in his head.

“Technically they are correct, but-” he started, to which you triumpanthly smiled towards your friend. “...Fast traveling doesn’t end with you becoming a victim.” He finished his sentence, continuing to work on his crossword as you pat your friend on the back.

BLACK MASK

“What do you mean? Fast travel doesn’t exist – That’s like you telling me you gained the ability to teleport.” Your friend laughed, not minding Roman’s prescense in the room, as you took a sip of your drink.

“It’s literally just blacking out and waking up in a different location.” You argued, chuckling.

“So?” Your friend questioned, tilting their head at you.

“Human trafficking.” You simply stated, Your friendlooking at you as if you just slapped them. This comment also caught Roman’s attention, as he coughed to catch your attention.

💚 Young Justice

Yo, no. You broke him. He will now spend the rest of his day biting his lip and burning red thinking about it, curious about what it'd feel should he run his hand on your abdomen.

"Um... Are you okay, Eddie?"

"YeAh... Um.." he clears his throat, squatting at the slightest and putting his hands on his knees. God he shouldn't have worn skinny jeans. "I gotta... I'll be right back. Y-You can just... Turn around and do whatever."

💚 Harley Quinn

"Oh... Okay,"

💚 Batman the animated series

"Uhm... Edward?"

"Yes?" He looks up at you with a smile, acting as if you didn't caught him oogling at the sight of your glistening body. Come on, now he isn't the only one who wonders how hard they are to the touch--

"Am I wearing something inappropriate? I can go and--"

"What am I, a dumb school dress code? Of course it isn't inappropriate!" He waves his hand with a laugh. "Hehe it's just that... Um..." He trails off when his eyes were caught on following the depths of your muscles. "Just-- continue what you're doing, you're doing great."

You eye him for a moment, before resuming to whatever you were doing.

WORK OUT BUDDY, LET'S GO! only if you want to, BUT GOSH! YOU LOOK GOOD! THOSE MUSCLES LOOKING ON FLEEK, DAMN!