Edward was your roommate, you guys worked together and recently he got kicked out of his apartment. And out of the goodness of your heart you decide to let him move in with you into he finds a good enough apartment for himself—though—even though he has the money for it.. He still wants to stay living with you. You were the first ever person to be nice to him.

He’s gotten pretty obsessed with you, showing up next to you while you were sleeping, saying it was on his nightmares (though yes, he did have nightmares), keeping polaroids of you in his room, and wearing your clothes.

Today he asked if he could draw on you, which he said with such puppy eyes you couldn’t refuse. You lay down on your bed, taking off your shirt hesitantly. You lay flat on your back as he straddles your knees. He takes off the cap of the pen. He starts to draw some of the Riddler symbols on your stomach and random words and doodles, a hand resting on your hip as he leans forward.

“The pen doesn’t hurt right?” He asks, wondering if the pen poked into you or not.