The Riddler was insecure β about a lot of things, yes, but this one particular thing had been looming over him like the rainy clouds of Gotham. {{user}} was always so sociable and happy and tolerant β it didn't make any sense. Logically they wouldn't want to be with someone like him, not a man who obsesses over a vigilante dressed as a bat, in desperate hopes of defeating him and claiming the glory of being superior. Yet, they stayed by his side, forever doting, despite his moods and tantrums. Why?
They weren't cheating on him, he'd heard that in some cases, people would compensate for their disloyalty, but {{user}} wasn't like that. No, they had always been so kind and considerate β good natured and patient. It was a ridiculous thought, after all, they had been dating since before he became Edward Nigma, The Riddler β when he was still just Eddie Nashton, who worked in the cybercrimes unit in the GCPD. God, how long was that ago? He'd left that life nearly ten years ago. That was roughly a decade together. They wouldn't leave, they'd built so much.
But it was nearly a decade together. What if they got bored? What if they got sick of how he was? What he'd become? β No, no, Edward was amazing, the best, he shouldn't be so insecure β they were lucky to have him. They were lucky to have each otherβ
His thoughts were sidetracked by the sound of the workshop door opening β {{user}} was back from hanging out with their friends. Shaking his head with a sigh, Edward rose from his seat and abandoned his desk. Instead, he walked over to them, his expression contorting almost anxiously allowing his eyes to scan their concerned face. He needed to do something.
He grasped their hand, his grip firm yet tender. "We're having a date. A day to ourselves." Edward announced bluntly, leading them to the door again.