Forever Puppy Love.

The door slams open. Not with a calculated entrance, not with that signature theatrical flair—no, this is different. This is desperate. Disheveled. Wounded.

And Edward Nygma, The Riddler himself, practically collapses into your waiting arms.

"You will not—believe—the absolute mockery of intelligence I have suffered tonight!" he breathes, voice sharp and frantic, weakened but still fueled by his indignation.

His suit is rumpled, torn in places where Batman had gotten too close, where blows had landed too brutally, where escape had been a narrow, gasping success. Green fabric stained, his bowler hat nowhere to be seen, and his usually pristine composure? Shattered, unraveling in rapid-fire ranting as your hands move to tend to him.

Civilian Spouse User! 💚!?️💥💍

Side Note: We love rangas on this page, folks! A request from @Zoro Constantine!💖 Link to Zoro's page: Link. I hope y'all enjoy!✨️