Trick or Treat

(enchant: ?page, (background:#1b1d22)) <img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/59670a5977afe617ae50e36cb2db5806/bfd00fd8b263b4d9-3e/s1280x1920/2592a8a4804c39416837782f3f4d9d46a1a241cf.pnj" /> (font:'Verdana')+(text-size:0.9)+(text-colour:#D1D1D1) [Halloween was an important holiday in Gotham. It felt like //the// holiday that everyone favoured, but that was to be expected from the kind of people who remained in a dark, gloomy city populated by costumed villains. Halloween was Gotham. The whole month of October was celebrated, much like the festive season. Everyone's calendar was filled with highly anticipated events, none more important than whatever Halloween party you were planning to attend on October 31st. More often than not, it seemed that you were destined to find yourself at an event hosted by one of Gotham's underworld. This was //their// season. Debauchery, anonymity, indulgence, fear, terror. And the ever important trick or treat element that every criminal seemed to delight in. You weren't entirely sure who was hosting the party you had decided to go to. You'd seen the flyer in passing and decided it looked like the perfect kind of vibes for a delightfully spooky Halloween. A not-so-secret dance hosted in one of the abandoned warehouses in the industrial district. Not somewhere you would usually choose to venture to, but the season called for it. The directions were purposefully vague, insinuating that you might need to know a friend of a friend of a friend in order to find where the best party promised was being held, but you were certain you could decipher the clues on your own and make it there. And you'd felt so confident leaving the house that evening, your quickly purchased and not very original costume donned and the flyer in hand. But now, you weren't so sure. Maybe you'd overestimated your abilities, because you found yourself standing in the rail yard, several warehouses to choose from, but none of them even remotely inhabited. And, realising you were alone with the expected rain beginning to drizzle, you wished you'd picked a warmer costume than your predictable choice of 'sexy Batman'. You looked at your phone, straining past the fresh droplets of rain that blurred the screen to see that you had no signal. Blank. Not even a bar. Like there might be a jammer of some sorts somewhere close by. Probably a deterrant to stop people hanging around places like this, you reasoned. As you looked around for decent shelter, you spotted one building with some paint around the door. The closer you got, the more detail you could see, and you noted that the while most of it was droplets and splashes, there was one question mark on the ground. You were so focused on finding clues to the location of the party that your mind was willfully ignorant of everything you'd learned from living in Gotham. So you clung to this tiny morsel of hope and tugged at the shutter, finding it unlocked. It squealed as it rolled up, revealing to you an industrial elevator shaft with more of the same green paint scribbled on the walls. A quick look back outside to the now pouring rain was enough to push you further inside, convincing yourself that this must be the location you were searching for. So you pushed the button for the elevator and swallowed the lump in your throat as it began to move down into the earth. The silence of underground was only ever interrupted by the creaking of the gears and the sound of rusted metal squealing out. Until something else was added to the symphony. A crackling, static sound, building to a sharp feedback whistle before clearing up and offering you a voice you knew all too well. "And what do we have //here//? You're not who I expected this Hallow's Eve, but I expect I'll be able to get some entertainment out of you regardless. I don't need to know how you found this place. I suppose only someone incredibly brainless could make the kind of mistakes that would lead them to my location. And I'm feeling benevolent this evening, in all of my generous glory, so when you reach the end of your journey into my domain, I'll offer you a choice. Can you guess what that might be?" Looking around you, there weren't any cameras immediately visible, so you couldn't be sure if this was a recorded message or if you were expected to answer, until the voice boomed out once more. "If you can't even offer a guess, then I //grossly// overestimated your intellectual abilities." "I... Is it a choice of... Is this the warehouse party?" There was more silence as you kept travelling downwards, the speaker system chirping once more as it came back to life. "Pushing aside the grammatical errors in that excuse of a sentence, I can confirm to you that this is not a party. And this is not a warehouse. This..." He paused for dramatic effect "... Is an elevator. You're familiar with those, yes?" You nodded, and the fact that the voice responded told you that there were cameras watching you after all. The suggestion of someone's eyes lingering over your body made you nervous, and you tugged at the short skirt of your costume, while trying to pull up the top, which now felt like it exposed far too much skin. "//Good!// Well done!" The sarcasm practically dripped from the speakers. "That helps me to ascertain what level I need to speak to you on. I'm glad you understand at least that. Any lower, and we'd just be grunting at each other like chimps. Now. As it is the season of giving, in some ways, I will offer you a clue to the answer to my previous question. What would you be saying to anyone else, had you knocked on their door this evening?" "Uh... Trick or treat?" "Indeed." The elevator slowed, stopping with a bump and a cloud of rising, unsettled dust as it hit the floor at long last. When the door shuddered upwards, you stepped out onto the damp ground, taking a quick look around you to find your bearings. Then a light shone bright, a green hue falling over your surroundings, as a figure stepped out from the shadows to stand under it. "Oh..." "Yes. Oh." You recognised your mistake immediately, at the same time as you placed the man who stood before you. Edward Nigma. The Riddler. The paint, the secrecy, the questioning, the voice. It should all have been clear, but you were so distracted by your desire to find the party that you'd been foolish enough to let your guard down and take stupid risks. And it seemed that now, you were going to pay for that. "You've interrupted my evening, but I am open to a change of plans. It seems my intended victim might not be coming after all, so I'm in need of a replacement. And please, don't look so worried. I'm not in the mood to have to clean up the mess of getting rid of you. Instead, we can have some fun. Play some games. And once I'm satisfied, I'll let you go safely." He watched you as you stood there awkwardly, scrutnising your every move as you swayed nervously. "Well?" "Do I really have a choice?" "Of course you do! You can leave now, but you'll have to take the tunnel exit. Or you can stay and have some //fun//. It's up to you. Trick or treat. You choose." ''(text-colour:#FF73BB)[[[❕"Uh... I suppose I'll choose a treat then."->Game Choices ✅]] (text-colour:#FF73BB)[[[❕"... I'd like to leave. Please."->No ✅]]]]''] <img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/59670a5977afe617ae50e36cb2db5806/bfd00fd8b263b4d9-3e/s1280x1920/2592a8a4804c39416837782f3f4d9d46a1a241cf.pnj" />

(enchant: ?page, (background:#1b1d22)) <img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/ad96ea4d4d3348b5e3e10e51e430c465/960f2730d2658570-ba/s1280x1920/15fb021a9af4276555b5037e7c02574de8942959.jpg" /> <img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/59670a5977afe617ae50e36cb2db5806/bfd00fd8b263b4d9-3e/s1280x1920/2592a8a4804c39416837782f3f4d9d46a1a241cf.pnj" /> (font:'Verdana')+(text-size:0.9)+(text-colour:#D1D1D1) [Hello!! Welcome to my Halloween Treat for 2025!! I've been wanting to do a choose your own adventure style fic for a very long time, and I have more planned out for the future with different reader genders, characters and plots!! I thought that Halloween would be the perfect excuse to push myself to finally get one done however, and I wrote it mostly for myself, so please welcome to: ''(text-colour:#DE6A31)["Trick or Treat" - a Halloween Adventure with Arkham!Riddler and a Fem!Reader.] '' The story is told in two parts: four shorter stories to choose from (or repeat steps and do all four!!) and one big finale with 24 possible endings!! It's pretty simplistic in terms of plot, because it's my first go, but hopefully there's something for everyone here!! It's maybe a little simplistic, but this is my first shot at one of these, so I'm still learning the ropes!! You'll navigate through the story by clicking on the coloured options presented at the end of each section. ''(text-colour:#89B51D)[❔"Eddie's dialogue options will be in green." ] (text-colour:#FF73BB)[❕"Reader's dialogue options will be in pink." ] (text-colour:#DE6A31)[🔸Neutral statement options will be in orange.]'' There's also an arrow button to go back one step, if you need to for any reason (like redoing an option to get a preferred outcome). <p style="margin-left: 40px">[The following content warnings cover the main arc: (text-colour:#DB4D4D)[coerced participation, degradation and insults, slight hostage themes.] The following content warnings cover the main theme of each of the five games (don't worry, it'll be sort of obvious which one is which given the dialogue options!): (text-colour:#DB4D4D)[choking/breathplay, finger sucking, oral stretching, scent/musk kink, piss kink. ] The following content warnings cover the other aspects of the games and the main plot, and to avoid spoilers and maintain an element of mystery and surprise, I will not be alluding to these in the story (either through dialogue or content) so you won't necessarily be able to tell what's coming with them. As such, if any of these are incredibly triggering for you, I would advise not reading them: (text-colour:#DB4D4D)[choking, orgasm control, musk/scent, piss/omorashi, implied death, clothed male and nude female, kissing, biting, food play, humiliation, complimenting, praise kink, throat fucking, rough oral, massage, marking, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, anal sex, tit grabbing, cum play, cum marking, breeding, creampies, tit job, cum swallowing, crying, mocking, rough sex, gentle sex, punishment, spanking, hair pulling, drooling, yandere, orgasm denial, swallowing cum]]</p> Remember, you can just click out if you're not having fun. (text-colour:#DB4D4D)[🔞This is an 18+ story, please do not interact if you are under 18. 🔞] ''Story by Finnie: finniestoncrane on <a href="https://finniestoncrane.tumblr.com/">[Tumblr]</a> / <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/finniestoncrane/profile">[AO3]</a> '' If you notice any mistakes, please let me know!! (text-colour:#DE6A31)[''[[🔸NOW!! Click here to begin >:3c->Trick or Treat ✅]]'']] <img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/59670a5977afe617ae50e36cb2db5806/bfd00fd8b263b4d9-3e/s1280x1920/2592a8a4804c39416837782f3f4d9d46a1a241cf.pnj" />