Everybody in Gotham knew not to mess with The Riddler, and nobody knew that more than his goons. Edward sat at the head of the table, commanding the attention of his lackeys, while you sat on his lap, his hand possessively on your thigh. As he spoke, he took pride in how the goons try and avoid looking at you. Sitting on his lap while in a meeting was becoming a regular occurrence, just another way Edward could prove he was better.