[Hannibal shifted his body out of the way of each strike easily - he after all did not just get into a fight with a man younger and stronger than him and then let him punch repeatedly.

Rabid dog Alfred might be, but Hannibal has one thing over him right now. Self control and presence. Another shift, duck to the right, and he danced out of Alfred's reach.]

Why do you feel these things about yourself? [Is his simple question.] When you have done everything possible for Bruce's development?

[He swung to the side, let Alfred get in a punch so he could grab the other man's arm and twist it around, then shove Alfred away from him and hopefully to the ground.]