Edward Nigma

hiyapuddin:

edwardnigmacallmeriddler:

Edward tilted his head away politely as she changed, manners still dictating his every mood. However, his longing for her, the intensity with which he had missed her, took over and he risked a peek as she pulled up the bright yellow shorts, catching a glimpse of her pale, pert, shapely rear. More divine than even his eidetic memory remembered it.

He closed his eyes once more and averted his gaze until he heard the springs of the bed shift as she climbed on. Her smile was back. Her eyes shone once more like floodlights of affection, and his insides churned. Tossing aside his blazer and tie and setting his hat upon the bedside table, he joined her, easing into the loving embrace she beckoned for with her finger. Edward set his head between the crook of her neck and shoulder and nibbled subconsciously, before greeting her lips with his own again and making sure to savour her every movement.

His hands slid along the dip of her waist, and slowly his fingers trailed on her back, drawing shapes and leaving messages just for her. Each motion almost a test to make sure she was really here, that he wasn’t just dreaming again in that confounded cell.

The room was dimly lit, the bedroom lamps either side of them just bright enough to illuminate half of the chamber, and activated by their presence. Her face shone in the darkness, and Edward chuckled. He actually chuckled. Lord, how long had it been? He didn’t care. The sight of her painted face was enough to make him burst with joy.

Carefully, he eased off her mask, and booped her on the nose in a fashion he knew she enjoyed. “I love you” was all he could say.

His attention on her was gladly wanted, forgetting about earlier all together as she felt his sweet affection on her neck. She felt her cheeks flush and she gave a quiet whimper as his mouth moved to meet hers. Harley was quick to melt, lips moving against him in a desperate attempt to make up for the months they were apart. She had been upset with him for maybe an hour, that was enough time right? Red would probably disagree but Red disagreed with most of Harley’s decisions.

She let her hands run along his chest, pulling his shirt out of its neatly tucked in restraints so she could feel his skin. His ‘booping’ caught her off guard and she began to giggle, his words filling her heart and reminding her how strongly she returned them. “Oh, I love ya too, Eddie. Even if ya disappear a million times more, I’d still love ya.” Harley was quick to show it, pressing against him and kissing him again. Her plump lips covering his for a moment before playfully biting his own bottom lip.

She let her hands interlock behind his neck, big blue eyes looking into his curious green ones. “Didya miss me? If so, how much?” She always like asking him questions, knowing he liked them himself, no matter how simple. He was always good at coming up with inventive and quirky answers. Harley gave a pout before nestling closer against him, almost suffocating him by making sure she could feel him everywhere. “I missed ya, I even made macaroni art of ya though I think the docs were expectin’ something else.”

“I missed you more than the ocean misses the shore each night,” he smiled, stroking her face, “I yearned to drift back to you, my darling.”

A brilliant smile erupted on Edward’s face as he looked at her, inquisitively. “Macaroni art? How curious…” his voice drifted away, lost in contemplation.

Branches of thought fought to grow inside his mind, but he stifled them and brought himself back to the moment they were enjoying. The curse of superiority, he mused; a brain forever wanting to live in the abstract.

His bottom lip throbbed wonderfully from where she had bitten it, and he responded in kind, dragging the tip of his tongue along her lips and dipping slightly between them to slip against her tongue before retreating. It had been so long since he teased her, it made him smile all over again.

Holding her tight, Edward gave her a proper kiss, before speaking more clearly this time. “I have missed this so much. Thank you. I could spend an eternity with you in my arms, and eclipse it in but a blink.”

hiyapuddin:

edwardnigmacallmeriddler:

Edward ran his hand along the textured green wallpaper, sighing wistfully. It was fraught with dust and regret that filtered off at his touch, his glove becoming flecked with the greyness of age.

The hallway extended dimly and extravagantly for precisely 48 feet (he had measured, long ago) and gave off in several directions at haphazard intervals. But it was the section closest to the door was the focus. Wider to accommodate a staircase on the right that seeped upstairs, it seemed to hang with loneliness. Edward pulled at a curtain next to the door and allowed sunlight to crawl inside and revive his home. He had missed it awfully.

He turned his attention to his clown, and kissed her, slowly. The tender touch of her soft, plump lips made it all right again, as he gave a short nod, acknowledging her desire. His heart flooded with heat and emotion, and he placed a single hand on the back of her neck and touched his forehead against hers, inching the brim of his hat back somewhat. It was a simple gesture, almost odd, but he needed it. He had missed her so.

“Unless you entirely cleaned out, you still have some clothes here I believe,” the gentleman spoke, slowly and quietly. His voice was naught but a whisper through the particles of dust in the sunbeams, and it was clear Harley was having to strain to here him. “Come,” he said.

He led her upstairs, their feet causing the wood to cry out to their ascension, so accustomed to non-use as it was now. He took her towards their bedroom, reaching out an arm to open the door to their chamber. The familiar aroma hit him, and finally he was home. The nightmare was over, and he had her back. In they stepped.

No matter how she felt, when his forehead touched hers she felt he smile break through. She wanted it to shine brighter than the rays of light that filled the entry way. Her fingers inched to cup his face and bring his lips back to hers again but instead she did something uniquely Harley. She rubbed the tip of her nose against his in a tender, innocent fashion. He was whispering and the emotions that clouded her head almost stopped up her ears to the point that she couldn’t hear him.

Everything remained here, the white coats of Arkham snatching her up before she had any time to gather any clothes. They didn’t even give her enough time to bring her favorite stuffed animal. It made her wonder about Bud and Lou, they must be at a zoo or wildlife reserve. She’d find them and bring em back home, much to Eddie’s annoyance. Harley sighed as he led her up the stairs, each of them singing of their arrival. Images of soft pillows and cold sheets filled her head and she wanted to charge up the stairs in her impatience.

As soon as they entered their room, she hurried to her clothes on the chaotic side of the room. Off came the hideous orange jumpsuit and she paid little attention to what she placed on her. It didn’t matter she was wearing a red tee with bunnies on it against yellow shorts with palm trees. Harley made it work in her quirky way, she always did. Harley made her way across the room, and she plopped down on the extravagant bed. Obviously Eddie’s, seeing as her dream bed was one of those giant open shells that’da make a gal feel like a real mermaid princess or seaweed or something. “It’s good to be home!” She giggled out, rolling over the covers to lay on her stomach. “Ain’t that right, Edward.” She chirped in a teasing tone, fingers already curling to beckon him to the bed as well.

Despite wanting to give him the cold shoulder, her heart spoke otherwise. Her lashes lowering instinctively to what the hormones in her body were telling them to do. She had missed his warmth and his nature, she even missed the silence that sometimes fell between them. Though that silence was rare, seeing as they were both people who always had something to talk about. Even if the other was barely interested or couldn’t keep up. Harley stretched out, moaning at the tight muscles in her body and waited for the dip in the bed and the warmth that came with it.

Edward tilted his head away politely as she changed, manners still dictating his every mood. However, his longing for her, the intensity with which he had missed her, took over and he risked a peek as she pulled up the bright yellow shorts, catching a glimpse of her pale, pert, shapely rear. More divine than even his eidetic memory remembered it.

He closed his eyes once more and averted his gaze until he heard the springs of the bed shift as she climbed on. Her smile was back. Her eyes shone once more like floodlights of affection, and his insides churned. Tossing aside his blazer and tie and setting his hat upon the bedside table, he joined her, easing into the loving embrace she beckoned for with her finger. Edward set his head between the crook of her neck and shoulder and nibbled subconsciously, before greeting her lips with his own again and making sure to savour her every movement.

His hands slid along the dip of her waist, and slowly his fingers trailed on her back, drawing shapes and leaving messages just for her. Each motion almost a test to make sure she was really here, that he wasn’t just dreaming again in that confounded cell.

The room was dimly lit, the bedroom lamps either side of them just bright enough to illuminate half of the chamber, and activated by their presence. Her face shone in the darkness, and Edward chuckled. He actually chuckled. Lord, how long had it been? He didn’t care. The sight of her painted face was enough to make him burst with joy.

Carefully, he eased off her mask, and booped her on the nose in a fashion he knew she enjoyed. “I love you” was all he could say.

hiyapuddin:

edwardnigmacallmeriddler:

Her laughter echoed welcomely in his ears as Edward leant down slightly, picking up his cane before lifting her up and holding her in his arms. “Well we can’t have you walking in your condition,” he grinned charmingly, “now let’s go home.”

He took her downstairs and eased her into his car, before setting off. The drive back to his home had been filled with harmless jibes at his expense, Harley teasing him for his leaving, and some slight silences. Not uncomfortable, either. Just… welcome. Like the mere presence of the other was a comfort, with or without conversation.

Before long they had crossed Gotham and were near enough to the outskirts that Harley could stop ducking beneath the windows and start sitting comfortably. She was still a fugitive after all.

Finally, as dawn began to break, the sight of Edward’s familiar, fabulous estate edged upward into view. A beautiful Victorian-styled building, coloured in a way to reflect them both. The walls as white as her facepaint, and an enormous green door, with a golden question mark knocker, was the centrepiece. The Bentley rumbled up to the front door and Eddie smiled. “Home sweet home,” he whispered.

He stepped out of the car and sidled around to her side, opening her door for her and helping her out. Lacing his fingers Inbetween hers, he led her up to the door, key in hand.

“Ready?” He teased, smirking.

The soft pressure of his fingers against her hand felt comforting and as she looked at the place they called home she felt the wave of emotions washed over her. His teasing tone almost made her burst out in tears and she attempted poorly to wipe them away as they threatened to appear. Harley could only nod her head, quickly pressing against his body as she desperately wanted to be surrounded by everything that reminded her of home, and that included him.

His scent filled her nostrils, he always smelt so crisp and clean, so unlike herself. The part of their home that was distinctly his was always so immaculate, everything well organized and of the highest quality. She knew it was a reflection of him, of the standards he placed upon himself. It made him seem less like a human and something superior sometimes. Whereas everything Harley touched descended into the childish madness that filled her head, clothes that were bright and clashing, toys and stuffed animals as far as the eye could see. Everything in it’s ‘unique’ area that made absolutely no sense to anyone but Harley herself.

As they entered the house, she shivered a bit. It was dark and it felt like the warmth that was there had left when they had. She nuzzled her neck into him, squeaking out. “Can we lay down, I just wanna lay down.” It was simple and in her words she admitted she didn’t want him laying somewhere else. She tugged on the lapels of his jacket, “Please Puddin?”

Edward ran his hand along the textured green wallpaper, sighing wistfully. It was fraught with dust and regret that filtered off at his touch, his glove becoming flecked with the greyness of age.

The hallway extended dimly and extravagantly for precisely 48 feet (he had measured, long ago) and gave off in several directions at haphazard intervals. But it was the section closest to the door that was the focus. Wider to accommodate a staircase on the right that seeped upstairs, it seemed to hang with loneliness. Edward pulled at a curtain next to the door and allowed sunlight to crawl inside and revive his home. He had missed it awfully.

He turned his attention to his clown, and kissed her, slowly. The tender touch of her soft, plump lips made it all right again, as he gave a short nod, acknowledging her desire. His heart flooded with heat and emotion, and he placed a single hand on the back of her neck and touched his forehead against hers, inching the brim of his hat back somewhat. It was a simple gesture, almost odd, but he needed it. He had missed her so.

“Unless you entirely cleaned out, you still have some clothes here I believe,” the gentleman spoke, slowly and quietly. His voice was naught but a whisper through the particles of dust in the sunbeams, and it was clear Harley was having to strain to here him. “Come,” he said.

He led her upstairs, their feet causing the wood to cry out to their ascension, so accustomed to non-use as it was now. He took her towards their bedroom, reaching out an arm to open the door to their chamber. The familiar aroma hit him, and finally he was home. The nightmare was over, and he had her back. In they stepped.

[[Something’s just come up in RL. I’ll hopefully be back and reply to all later. If I don’t I’ll tag you and you may all reply at your leisure. Sorry for any inconvenience.]]

absolutepoison:

edwardnigmacallmeriddler:

“Bother you?!” Edward exclaimed, in mock-pained tones, smiling warmly “Why my dear, I’m positively insulted!”

Making a show of it, he extended his gloved hand towards her position on the floor, raising an eyebrow and beckoning her to stand.

Pamela rolled her eyes, one of her hands still over the small plants in front of her and the other still gently caressing its petals. She wasn’t impressed by him, at all, but still took his hand and stood up.

“You are so easily offended, Edward.” She commented. Ivy grinned at him, standing between the plant and the man in front of her. “Why are you here?”

“It is a hapless flaw of mine,” he smirked, helping her to her feet with little discomfort, “I must work on it.”

Edward’s small eyes narrowed, and gazed past her undeniably lovely form to the pot half-concealed behind her back.

“And what unsettling botanical creation is that you’re hiding?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

absolutepoison:

edwardnigmacallmeriddler:

Footsteps echoed rhythmically behind her, slow and methodical, but deliberate. Edward’s expensive leather shoes (only the best, of course) made an impression, but nonesomuch as his sly and charming voice.

“But who has you, Pamela?” He asked, his grin a physical manifestation in the waves of his vocals. The tip-tap of his cane edging ever closer, before stopping abruptly.

“What’s that, no welcome greeting for an old… superior?” Edward teased.

Pamela heard the footsteps but didn’t turn around, her hands instinctively going to protect the small plant in front of her; she caressed its petals softly, focusing on the poison in her bloodstream to turn her skin into the usual, human-like pink. 

When he talked, she finally turned around and looked up from her kneeling position on the ground to meet his gaze. “Hello, Edward. Are you here to bother me or~?”

“Bother you?!” Edward exclaimed, in mock-pained tones, smiling warmly “Why my dear, I’m positively insulted!”

Making a show of it, he extended his gloved hand towards her position on the floor, raising an eyebrow and beckoning her to stand.