"... still freaking out," Riddler admits after a breath. "Probably knows more about kissing, as well. He doesn't object to this. Us. Anyway, I never got a say about his terrible women, why can't I have this with you even if he is a useless headjob about life?"

Riddler shuffles in, kissing Oswald's lower lip softly, pleadingly. "Anyway, he got a kiss. Why shouldn't I?"