Disclaimer: Hope everyone had fun reading the last chapter. As I type this, I really didn't know how much I'm going to write for the aftercare scene and epilogue, so I've made a fourth chapter for that. Hope everybody has enjoyed Riddler in a BDSM situation!

Chapter Four: "Aftercare"

Eddie helped her off the suspended harness and onto her feet, noticing she was shaking and could hardly stand from how taxing that orgasm was on her. Instead, he managed to carry Rebecca over to the bed and laid her down on it, knowing she'd need a break from being suspended by a couple of support pads and some rope.

Eddie had no need of laying down, so he merely sat next to her, rubbing her hips thinking that the rope had to have been digging at her through the support pads. He sighs a bit in satisfaction and leans over to check her pulse, make sure she's doing okay since she's unresponsive, at least verbally.

Rebecca was just in shock and so damn satisfied that a major criminal of Gotham took such good care of her like that. Clients can be kicked out if they harm workers willingly in any way, and she knew that, but so far, only two men have and those were the type that did not respect her "no" because of her condition. This criminal that gave Batman some trouble caused her to come until she couldn't move anymore.

Sexual kinks, fetishes, thing surrounding cocks, none of that mattered to him on a sexual validation level. The attention she gave him was more than enough, along with admiring his work on making a woman squirm, quiver, and erupt. In that order.

And his pants were fitting him much better, now.

Rebecca's arms shakily reached up as best as she could towards him. To which he was curious, thinking she may want a kiss. His hands went to her sides and he leaned forward, but she finally managed to speak. "Lay with me", she whispered.

Edward knew that aftercare was a subjective thing. Some wanted to be cuddled after an intense session, other would rather wrap up in a blanket and settle down for a movie, anything to bring the mind back to Earth and pull them out of the mental state of devious play.

So he lays next to her, wrapping one arm around her, thinking cuddling was the answer, and it was. The sub curled up against him, his other arm embraced her.

After taking breaths to calm herself down to where she could speak to him, she managed to speak above a whisper, "Thank you for that."

"I'm well aware of how to make just about any woman happy."

"No, I mean.. Respecting boundaries."

"Oh, that? Well, how hard can that be? Is it so difficult for people to find alternatives to work with someone's boundaries."

"Apparently it is for some", she remembered something after licking her lips, "And I thought you said you wanted a clean kiss."

"That was a clean kiss."

"You ate me out beforehand."

"A healthy vagina is always a little cleaner than the mouth of the owner. That counted as a clean kiss. And by the way, you tasted wonderful. I was afraid you would hose my face down."

"Oh I tried. You wouldn't let me."

He grins, "I see I haven't lost my touch." His hand gently stroked down her side, to her hip and then back up, "I liked it when you watched me toward the very end there."

"I can tell you like attention."

He cleared his throat slightly, not wanting to admit that.

She realized he gave no answer to that, "There's nothing wrong with that, you know. That's what we're here for."

"Would it be too much to ask if I frequented here?"

"No", she looked up at him, "They'll be afraid at first until I tell them how damn good you are. Why not work here for us?"

He sighs, "I'm afraid I can't. As much as I enjoyed every bit of that, it's not where my passion lies. Besides, being associated with an establishment like this would ruin my reputation. Not that this place is bad, but society's priorities aren't exactly ideal when it comes to standards. Sex being considered bad except under certain circumstances while violence is okay to show kids." He shook his head, "I'll never understand these primitive desires."

"I've seen you violent, though."

"Oh, I don't deny being violent, I'm just not as violent as everyone else. It's not even my go-to solution. I'd prefer to work with the mind. The whole reason Gotham is the way it is isn't because of money. Anyone can manipulate the system for money. You're looking at a man who can do just that. Child's play. No, it's lack of intelligence. Nobody cares about progressing intellectually as a society. We're stuck in a medieval era when it comes to the mind. Violence is easy. It requires minimal mental effort."

"So, laziness?"

"Precisely. They'd rather have things spoonfed to them than actually make the effort to think for themselves. It's frustrating at times being the smartest person in Gotham."

She could tell he was so full of himself, but she didn't want to prod at it. It could cost her her life.

"So what's a darling, obedient woman like you doing in a place like this, if you don't mind me asking? No judgment, just curious."

"College. I need money to pay for it and can't get accepted for financial aid anymore. I'm studying to become a chemist."

"Oh? Any particular job you wish to have as a chemist?"

"I don't know yet, but I just find chemistry so interesting. And this place and its clients pay so damn well to put me through school."

Oh yes, he thought, I am definitely going to like coming back here. Emphasis on "coming."

Upon leaving the room, Rebecca was quickly met by a crowd of co-workers both dominant and submissive. They asked questions like how did she live through that, how much he'd hurt her, and did she need to see a counselor or go to the emergency room.

But much to their astonishment, she grins and goes, "He is so damn good you have no idea! We gotta put him on our frequent guest list. We kind of have to anyways because he wants to come back."

To hear this from a co-worker they know who has a medical condition, this said something considering his reputation. The Foxglove was an elaborate establishment that had lots of clients who have had high reputations outside those doors that wish to keep their visits secret. To allow word go around on the streets and around clients that the Riddler frequents this particular club would devastate their financial flow and damage business. The entirety of the staff have all agreed to keep the Riddler as their biggest secret.

Eddie walked out and down the hall, the sex workers looked at him in shock, the vibe of fear dying down in the room as it was replaced by a drive of curiosity. A handful of submissive immediately lined up as to who would take him his next visit because they had to experience this themselves. His hard-stolen/hard-hacked money went to good causes; someone's college tuition being the majority of them as many of them were of college-age.

One thing that Edward admitted to himself and no one else, not even the workers that joined him during his visits, was that this place allowed him to maintain was little grip on sanity he still has left. Such a business like this was the perfect outlet for him that allowed him to keep himself in check when facing the dark knight. His first visit once brought fear, and now his visits afterwards brought smiles that happily greeted him. This helped him keep a very good grip on that last bit of sanity left indeed.