[He won't be hard to find at all. He's already in the arena, stripped down to a simple white undershirt, now pinkish red with his own blood and sweat. He's in the middle of boxing another dominant that is at least a head above him in height. Larger and younger. Much younger. He's perhaps Bruce's age. It means something. The hair color is wrong though, blond not black. It's still David verses Goliath here, and "David" is taking the blows like he wants them. It's clear he picked the largest fight he could in order to work out the grief and the aggression that comes with it. It's also increasingly clear that Alfred is toying with his opponent. He's using the man as his punishment, purposely leaving openings without much in the way of retaliation except for a token effort.
He catches Hannibal out of the corner of his eye and his shoulders slump apologetically as he takes more blows from his blond Bruce stand-in. He looks properly guilty, for being unable to wait for the doctor. For seeking out his punishment in such a way. He can only hope Hannibal will let him complete his pennance.]
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He catches Hannibal out of the corner of his eye and his shoulders slump apologetically as he takes more blows from his blond Bruce stand-in. He looks properly guilty, for being unable to wait for the doctor. For seeking out his punishment in such a way. He can only hope Hannibal will let him complete his pennance.]