"Oswald. Breathe." Riddler's voice is firm, calm. "I will have you out of here, legally, in five working days. I'm sure of it. And... were I still unwell and of two minds about things, I would say that both of us are confident."

He pushes his glasses back up his nose with a finger. "And so, Oswald, trust me that all these issues will be raised, addressed and used to strike down this mockery of a conviction. When we next meet, I expect it to be with you out of cuffs and into more suitable attire."