Riddler doesn't care about scars. Oswald can grab at him all he wants, cling and feel and touch and in fact he rather likes the way it feels. Ed wants to be uncertain, but it's hard to be anything but overwhelmed with want.

He kisses up along that pale column, gentler here than anywhere else he had been, careful not to mark or hurt, just lavish attention. His hips roll again, pushing along Oswald and drawing a low sound of want from somewhere deep in his chest.