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Like most major holidays, usually it was Julian Day that Batman needed to watch out for on Valentine's Day. On several occasions, though, Calendar Man's schemes had been interrupted by Joker's, the mad clown pulling some sort of 'romantic overture' for the occasion. (On a notable occasion, Joker had built a wedding arch out of corpses and stood, grinning, in a pristine bridal gown. Bruce still didn't know how he'd kept the blood off of it.)
This year, though, he'd gone through the love mail both Batman and Bruce Wayne always received in heavy piles, overtaking the foyer table like a paper glacier, to find a particular card lined with blinking lights and magazine cutouts spelling a vaguely-threatening riddle, directing him to a particular warehouse on the harbor. The message hadn't threatened any particular crimes, but it was always hard to anticipate what the next step would lead to, with the Riddler.
Maybe he should have anticipated it, but the truth was he had not expected a damned labyrinth.
At every turn, he had to solve love-themed and innuendo-laden riddles to continue, diving deeper into the green and black maze only by the skin of his teeth. Wrong answers dropped deadly consequences, as expected, and right answers only led him closer to the center.
Finally, after an exhausting slog taking nearly two hours to complete, the final riddle opened an elevator, bringing him down its shaft and into a plush, cozy room, lined with drapes and neon lights, where his quarry lounged, comfortably, on a round bed, the dot at the bottom of the headboard's question mark.
"Congratulations, Batman. You've proven even more adept than I anticipated." Nygma crooned, sliding a freckled hand up his sheer mint stockings, black-polished nails scratching the pale skin where they ended, high up his thighs. "I'm eager to test if you're as adept physically as you are mentally."
"Riddler." Batman growled.
Nygma laid back on the mattress, dragging his nails up his exposed hipbones, his black corset, arching his back and leering down his torso, eyes lidded, at his pursuer. "Aren't you ready to claim your prize, Detective? You worked so hard to get here, after all."
"I don't have time to play games, Riddler." Batman reminded him.
Nygma's legs fell open, black thong barely restraining him. His slender fingers ran along the hems of it, tugging it just far enough to expose the barest sliver of his concealed cock. "Not a game, just a toy. I think you've earned it, don't you?"
It was… tempting, much as he hated to admit it. Nygma's slender form fit the revealing outfit well, the blacks contrasting prettily with his pale skin. "What's this about, Nygma?"
Nygma scoffed, letting the silky underwear slide back into place and rising to his feet. Gold-trimmed heels tapped softly along the plush carpeting, bringing him inches away from Bruce's armored form. Gently, playful enough to make Batman nervous, Nygma traced fingers up his arms, feeling at the seams between armor plating, until his small hands rested on Bruce's shoulders, squeezing unfelt circles into the suit. "Surely, this isn't that difficult of a riddle. What could I be hoping to accomplish here, hm? On today of all days, considering the theme of my maze, the offer I've already made… Is it clicking? Or is this one realm you're simply flummoxed about?"
"I can see the implications. I want to know why." Why would Nygma, of all people, go through so much trouble? Wasn't his whole goal matching wits with the Batman? Didn't this denouement seem more suited to Joker's whimsical stylings, rather than Nygma's puzzling pedantry?
Nygma drew flush against Batman's armored chest, arms wrapping around his neck. Even in his glittering heels, the short man barely reached as high as the cowl's pointed nose. "Is it really so shocking? I've had enough of the hunt, and now I want to be devoured."
Bruce dodged, barely holding his face back while Nygma tried his damnedest to drag him down, head tilted to accept the expected kiss. Swiftly, moving more quickly than Nygma could react, Bruce snatched his thin wrists, spinning him around and drawing his bare arms behind his back. Nygma let out a surprised little noise, squirming just enough to test Batman's grip, but not to break free. It was easy enough to slip the cuffs on, tightening them just above the silky gold ribbon adorning each wrist, and-
Nygma shivered, biting his lip. "Well, that's not the direction I expected the evening to take, but I'm certainly not complaining."
Bruce blinked down at him, startled by the reaction. Shouldn't he be more upset about being arrested?
...Unless, that's not what he thought Batman was doing.
"Come on, don't freeze up now. Things were just getting interesting!" Nygma complained, leaning his head back to look up into Bruce's face, red hair spilling, soft, across the cape around his shoulders.
...He was at a crossroads.
At this angle, he could see into the very top of his corset, something glinting, silver, at each nipple. Below, his dick was beginning to strain against the tiny black thong, peeking out ever so slightly as the fabric was forced to stretch. His thighs rubbed together, the ornate golden lacing catching during the slide, shifting the stockings across his freckled skin. Bruce's oft-neglected libido begged him to give in, to take up the Riddler's offer.
His practicality piped up, trying to remind him why this was a bad idea, why the Riddler needed to be brought in, thrown back into his well-lived cell in Arkham, removed from the streets of Gotham before he could terrorize her citizens.
That little voice had never been quieter.
One hand grasping the cuffed wrists, the other sliding across the black silk of the corset, Bruce pushed Nygma back towards his gaudy, thematic bed. He tipped his head, nose brushing into Nygma's sideburns, and murmured into his ear. "I hope this is worth it for you, because I'm still bringing you in when we're done."
Nygma shivered again, giggling giddily. "I love seeing you try."
Bruce shoved him, unceremoniously, to the bed. Without his arms to catch him, he fell face-first, legs splaying to correct himself, putting his well-shaped ass on full display, cutely framed by the little green ribbons adorning each hip. Without letting him rise, Bruce tugged the chain of the cuffs, dragging his arms back and down, until the chain hooked under his thighs, holding his knees up and away from where Bruce wanted to be.
Nygma now delightfully helpless, Bruce rolled him onto his side, sliding his hand from the cuffs to the top edge of the stockings, tracing just underneath the lace hem before ascending, dipping his fingers under the thin band of the thong. The other hand plucked the heels from his feet one at a time, discarding them carelessly onto the carpet, wary of the potential weapon the stilettos posed.
Nygma's lashes fluttered as he watched him, breathing growing heavy already. His lips parted, imploring Bruce for a third time, and this time, he indulged him, leaning over him, crowding him in, lowering his lips to Edward's, finally granting him the kiss he'd been craving. Nygma accepted hungrily, pressing as close as he could manage while restrained, swiping his tongue across Bruce's lip, something cold and hard rolling along with it-
Bruce pulled back, startled. Nygma's mouth hung open, eyes glazed, and he could see a glint of green starkly contrasted with the pink of his tongue. Bruce grasped his chin, thumb pressing into his mouth, searching out the source, and Nygma outright moaned, tongue pressing forward to lave across the gloved finger. There, threaded through the muscle, a shining green barbell sat, glinting in the room's low lighting. Bruce pressed at it, moving it side to side, and Nygma squirmed.
"What's this?"
"Got it pierced." Nygma lisped around the intrusion. "Like it?"
Bruce hummed noncommittally. He hadn't thought of it before, but he was now considering the potential merits of a little extra jewelry. "I suppose that depends on how well you use it."
Nygma huffed, pouting around the thumb, and gave it a quick bite, teeth clicking against the hard tip. Bruce chuckled at the attempt, tutting condescendingly.
He took a step back, releasing Nygma's mouth to begin working at the utility belt, fingers clumsy with anticipation. The warning shock was mostly absorbed by the rubber palms of his gloves, but he took his time thereafter, avoiding the actual trap. The codpiece fell away after, freeing his hardening cock from its tight confines.
Nygma made an appreciative little noise, using his limited range of movement to nudge the thong aside, running a finger up and down beneath it, toying with a little silver ring.
Bruce hurriedly dropped his gloves, thumbing his cheeks apart. He reached for the little ring and Edward slid his hand away, tugging the thin band aside to give him ample room to explore.
With a slow, controlled pull, a translucent purple bead slid free, drawing with it a loud whine, Edward's thighs squeezing together, dick pressed between them. The next followed close behind, each slightly smaller than the last, until the final bead fell free without resistance, Edward's hole slick and loose. Bruce dipped a thumb in, testing the stretch, and found him gorgeously pliable.
"You were ready for me." Bruce noted.
"Naturally." Edward scoffed, trying for haughty, though his hips instinctively followed after Bruce's hand as it left him. "I knew you'd come for me, would solve my puzzles. You never can resist a challenge."
"Oh?" He rolled Edward onto his back, tugging his hips to the edge of the round bed until they met Bruce's. "Was this a foregone conclusion, as well, then?"
Edward gasped, trapped hands scratching for purchase on the fitted plates decorating Batman's abdomen. "N-naturally."
Bruce smirked. "Naturally." He gripped Edward's knees, holding them just where he wanted them, while using the other hand to align himself, sliding smoothly inside with a bitten-off groan. Edward echoed the sentiment, moaning prettily. Like this, long eyelashes framing his emerald eyes, ginger hair fanning over the green bedspread, limbs twisted, restrained, while he whimpered and whined for Bruce… how had he never noticed how gorgeous this man could be?
...Or maybe it was just the hot pressure around his cock talking.
Bruce picked up the pace, driving in hot and hard, determined to get this lapse in judgement over and through with. Nygma began chanting his name, Batman, Batman, Batman, syllables becoming more slurred and choked as he drew nearer and nearer his tipping point, and Bruce, finding he hated hearing that name in this context, swallowed his voice with a hungry kiss. Edward met it readily once again, desperately tangling their tongues, Bruce twisting and tugging at that cold little barbell, dragging Edward's tongue along with it. Vaguely, he regretted his impatience, having passed up the opportunity to have that stud slide its way up his cock.
Next time, he thought, but squashed the sentiment.
He reached his climax panting into Edward's mouth, their passionate kisses losing dexterity until they were merely holding their faces near each other, and Edward fell back, boneless, having reached his own just before. His arms flopped to the mattress, framing his flushed face, tugging the skin of his chest up just enough for two more shiny barbells to peek free, a silver stud on each nipple. Bruce reached up, eager to play with them, to enjoy the offered toy to its fullest, and found his hands bound.
"What…?"
Nygma wiggled his hands, free of the cuffs, little red rings scraped into the skin where the decorative ribbon used to be. Instead, the cuffs had been secured around Bruce's exposed forearms. "Have you forgotten already, Detective? Always watch the hands."
Cheerily, the Riddler hopped off the bed, knees buckling momentarily, before he regained a wobbly footing, prancing over to retrieve his heels.
"Oh, and before you get any ideas…" Nygma crooned, bending over salaciously, sliding the shoes on while making certain to show off the dripping crevice of his ass. "The headboard's magnetized. It'll attract those cuffs to it-"
Bruce stumbled and fell, arms nearly wrenched from their sockets, cuffs and utility belt drawn irresistibly to the question mark-shaped headboard. "-just long enough for me to make my escape. Farewell, Dark Knight, and adieu!"
With that, Nygma stepped into the elevator that had brought Bruce down here, and disappeared.
...Great. This was definitely his new 'most embarrassing failure of all time'. Alfred could not hear about this, not if it cost him his life.
Now, if only he could figure out how to get out of here….