"This is..." He chuckles to himself sheepishly, "Awkward."

That was one way to describe your situation, the way his body was pressed against yours, the way your breath mingled in the air with his. Trapped in a small, enclosed space by the Riddler. How typical.

"Awkward." You repeat.

His eyes gaze down into yours, his lips slightly parted, one arm on either side of your face.

"Yeah," He nods mindlessly, as if in a daze. "Awkward."