Ed isn't good at people, but he can feel the danger signs here. He knows that voice. That's the voice that comes before fire irons in heads.

"That's... all I know about it. When I arrived here, six months ago? Close enough, doesn't matter, when I arrived here, I had just gone to bed in your father's manor, and the bruises around my neck were still coming up from where Gilzean choked me unconscious. Now, I'm guessing something happened, or will happen, in my case, but right now you're underdressed, and in a city that is going to make your life more hellish than Gotham ever did and I am here, with a coat and an offer of somewhere to get a hot bath, hot meal and real clothes." He takes a steadying breath. "Please, Oswald. Whatever happens, has happened, you are my only friend and I am attempting to help you right now."