"...did you just call me 'son'?" How weird was that? "All righty, daddy-o." Edward laughed, getting his knife out and flipping it open. It was Gotham, he was from the Narrows, of course he had a knife on him. Would be stupid not to. He stepped forward, cutting through the tape and trying to avoid cutting his clothes or his skin. But, damn, there was a lot of tape.

"Use alcohol to get rid of the residue." There, that was just a friendly tip. "The tape residue, not any trauma you may have sustained. Although..." Might also help.