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Jayce-Grayford: I love to imagine him saying these words; because I can just imagine the look in his eyes if he is honestly meaning it and- nag, I just love it. And I agree with you about Marvel being family like, but I love DC villains more than anything.
Flowerchild23: Ah, I wish. But now, I already have one of my other OC's have a kid with a rogue, and right now their family matters aren't turning out so well.
Johanna Crane: Don't worry about the Riddler; we will be getting back to him in his character in a chapter or two. I just wanted to be an evil author and lull you all into a false sense of security. Anyways, Yay; I hope you get your account soon!
Xxyangxx2006: Ooooh you will love this chapter.
Irishchick1982: I am so glad you love my story!
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It hit Emily when she was washing dishes. It was an ideal night; Edward had gone into Gotham, Emily had cleaned the house and made dinner. He came home, they ate and talked (Edward mostly flirted, as that was all he had done for the last week), and then Edward went to his office while Emily cleaned up dinner.
She had just finished placing the last dish in the dish washer and was wiping down the counter, when a sudden thought occurred to her: she was playing housewife for the Riddler.
She was- she was cooking him dinner- she was cleaning the house- she was sleeping- oh dear god she was sleeping with the Riddler.
Emily let loose a soft whimper; what was she doing? Edward- the Riddler- had killed people; he had no remorse, no second thoughts, and no hesitation for any of his wrong doings.
Edward- Edward Nigma- the Riddler- a rogue, a criminal, a villain-
What was she doing here?
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Emily ran her hands down Edward's chest, smiling her most charming smile; they were sitting in bed, Emily half way on Edward's lap with both his hands on her waist.
"Edward…" Emily hummed softly, "Darling, we've been here for about a month…" Or at least I have, she thought with a slightly bitter edge "And was wondering when… exactly… we could go back to Gotham?"
"No." His eyes widened, but his eyes narrowed; clearly both surprised and angry, "Gotham is far too dangerous for you, Emily."
"Pardon me, Edward," Emily huffed, "But it isn't as bad as you seem to make it out to be; and I lasted in Gotham for a very long time before you came along."
"Oh, and that itself is a bloody miracle."
"And what do you mean by that?"
"I mean that you can be fairly foolish and stupid, Emily," Edward laughed, both his laugh and eyes cruel, "You have your moments of being smart, of having wit; but overall, your common sense seems a little below average."
Emily glared angrily and stood, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she yanked a pillow from below Edward, "Well, Edward, if you are going to be a jerk then you can sleep by yourself tonight." And with that, she walked out of the room, leaving a furious Edward to brood.
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Eventually, about after thirty minutes of wandering the mansion, she found a couch in one of the far sitting rooms to sleep on. She was far too angry to risk Edward finding her- knowing her mouth would get her in trouble. If the Riddler wouldn't take her to Gotham, then Emily would simply have to escape here; she wanted to be back in the city merely because she knew the streets, knew people.
One way or another, her time with Edward was over.
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When Emily woke, it was to the sound of a bird; never more had she hated the flying rats then when they woke her. Sitting up, she glared at the offending creature with anger; it picked at its bright blue feathers before flying away, leaving Emily in peace.
She sighed and stood, cracking her back and making her way down to the kitchen; she started the coffee, and pulled out the eggs and bacon, before remembering their fight the night before. She huffed and continued to pull things out; even if she was angry, she herself was still hungry.
She was nearly done with breakfast, having just eaten her own, before working on the dishes. She found the Riddler had not come down, but she wasn't missing him.
"Emily." Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. "Can we talk?"
"Breakfast is on the stove," She replied without turning around, "It should still be warm. Although, if it is a tad cold, I'm sure your brilliant mind can figure out how to work with a microwave, hm?"
"Emily-"
"I'm going to take a shower, so if you would excuse me-"He watched her walk up the stairs, not attempting to stop her- and for that, she was grateful.
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After basically wasting as much time as she possibly could, she walked back down stairs, only to find no Edward. She spotted a note on the counter, and read it wearily:
Dearest Emily,
I have to run to Gotham for business, so you behave yourself today. I will be home around six.
I love you.
-Edward N.
Emily growled softly to herself and slammed the note back down, looking around the empty house; this was the perfect time to plan. She noticed on top of every door and window in the house, there was a tiny little black box.
It was small, plastic, and had two lights on it; red when the door was closed, and green when open. They were on every door, except the balcony in Edward and Emily's bedroom. She sat on the bed and stared at him; how would she get down?
There had to be like a rope or something in the garage, she reasoned, and there were more than enough supplies for her to escape with. She needed to look around, and find out what exactly she had.
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As it would turn out, she had a lot; in fact, she had everything she needed- except a time to escape. She would wait until Edward left one of these days, and then about thirty minutes after he left, she would get out.
After that? Oh, well she hadn't a bloody clue.
"Emily?" Edward called from the other room; Emily slowly sat down the bowl she had been holding, and she heard him enter the kitchen, "Ah, there you are."
"Where else would I be?" She bit back bitterly; he sighed and sat something on the table, walking up behind her and resting his arms around her waist and his face against her neck, "Emily…"
"What?" damn, why did she feel like she was going to cry? Did he really hurt her the night before? Why should she care about what he thought; now that she was planning to escape?
"My dear, dear, Emily," he kissed her neck, "Darling you know I love you…"
"Really? Because last night said differently." Yeah, whether Emily admitted it to herself or not, she was definitely hurt by what he said last night.
"You mustn't dwell on the past… but I understand my words may have been cruel, and hurtful, and I am sorry. He pulled her around to where she was facing him, lifting her chin, he place a soft kiss on her lips, "I was a fool, Emily; could you ever forgive me?"
"…" she still glared at him, not budging.
"I brought home Chinese food…" He hummed, stepping back and allowing her to see what was on the counter; two bags, and the smell was wonderful, "I also have all the Star Wars movies ready to be watched… I was going to get you roses, but you don't really strike me as that kind of girl."
"….Give me Chinese, give me Star Wars, and I might forgive you."
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Muahahahaha.
Okay; so, trouble in paradise? I wanted to write Emily in character to where we could all somewhat relate (as Riddler fans). Sure, we would all be stoked that he liked us and all that, but I think we would all eventually come to our senses like "WTF AM I DOING?"
Any whatsoever….
Question of the week: ALLERGIES? I was going to do something else, but then on last Friday I was in my 7th period at school and a girl gave me some sun flower seeds to eat…. Needless to say, after a hasty ER visit, it has come to my attention that I am very much allergic to Sun Flower seeds. And keep in mind that I am a seventeen year old who has never visited the hospital for more then a severe cold or extreme stomach cramps.
What allergies (strange or common) do you guys have? Not trying to make it too personal (I don't think allergies are really a personal thing, more of a common knowledge when knowing someone), but seriously.
Any ways, I love you guys, and I will see you next week!
-Sketch1997