"Any lock, any time, anywhere, faster than anyone. Er." Damn, had to be honest if he was making a serious claim, so he conceded. "Faster than just about anyone." Whatever. Definitely faster than anyone in Arkham. And, of course, he could not resist a challenge. He walked over to the door of John's cell, looking at the keypad and muttering. "Today is November sixth and we're already on the third shift, they'd not have updated into wintertime yet, happens in a few hours. So just going by the grease on the--" Trailing off, he quickly typed in the code, a triumphant smile when the door sprung open.

Then he realised what he'd just done. "...er, you probably shouldn't right now, Jon. You know how Bolton gets."