Ed sighs and glances around. So far, the guards are ignoring them, because some hysterics from new people with the mark was expected, emotional, fragile things prone to irrationality. So far, the prejudices are working for them.

"Oswald, you need to be quiet and keep your head down until we get out of here. You can scream and protest and deny as much as you want, once we're at my house." He straightens up a bit, to use his height to force Oswald's attention on his, Riddler looking down with a sharp gaze. "Right now, in this city, you have nothing but the two of us to rely on, because to the officials, you are nothing because of the wretched mark on your throat."