Riddler isn't going to try for much. he wants too much, everything, now, so he instead goes for something simple and easy and now. "I had a thought, when you were dead and I was medicating to see you, that I should've taken on other duties as part of being your Chief of Staff. When you were strung out and wound up, that I should've crawled under your desk and let you have my mouth until you were relaxed and shivering and boneless in your chair."

He kisses over one collarbone, the mirror of where his own scars sit and then down, fingertips lightly brushing over one nipple.