"Oswald." Riddler's voice was firm, smooth. Without breaking their locked gaze, he reached out a hand and curled it over Oswald's, holding firmly. He had paid the guard enough to allow some interactions, like this.

"Oswald. I know." He does know. He knows that Oswald loves Gotham like few people do and that he has been screwed again and again by it and by, mostly, Jim Gordon. "I will get you out of here. Legally out of here." Not necessarily legally get what he needs to make it happen. "And then we're going to do the unthinkable. We're going to use Gotham's own legal system to bring him down and see how he likes it."

He cants his head slightly. "Do you believe me?"