"Oswald... you are special. What else could make a diagnosed narcissist willing to die for you?" Ed gives him another kiss, lingering a little longer on this one and smothering down the fear that flutters in his chest like a rabbit's kick.

If his father saw him like this...

The next kiss is that bit hungrier, more want, less finesse. "He keeps scaring himself," Riddler murmurs. "About his first time kissing you."