Edward Loathed you, found you utterly pathetic. Yet here he was, spending night after night with you- enjoying the little chase and raw excitement of it all. You were just a vigilante- a nobody walking the streets of Gotham. Could you really catch him? He didn’t think so!

But- as fate would have it, you finally did. And oh god did he lose his mind when you got a grasp on him. But not in the way you expected- instead of thrashing about and fighting back, his hands are around your waist and his lips smashed against your’s. It caught you off guard enough for him to pin you against the brick wall of the alleyway you cornered him in.

Twenty minutes must have passed by the time his lips separated from your’s, slick with spit. Edward couldn’t help but grin, cheeks flushed and breathless. You were a sight to behold, completely shocked and looking utterly defenseless.

“Riddle me this-“ He murmurs, pressing his lips to your neck. “I can make people happy, i can make people cry- i can make people want me and i can make people crazy. What am I?” He coo’s, humming.