Richard watched the man approach, hearing him call for the other -- he was trapped. He could see the older of the two move to stand near the opposite side of the table and wait. Trapped, Richard did the first thing that came to mind as the first man drew closer. Swinging his arm he managed to slice the man's cheek with the blade before having it knocked from his hand. He watched it skitter across the floor, disappearing out of sight behind something. Defenseless against this man he felt the tears running down his cheeks again.<br/><br/>Alfred had come to stand opposite Bruce on the other side of the table, but had remained quiet. He moved forward when he saw the slash across Bruce's face, beginning to drip blood. He knew it was just a scratch and the Batman had handle far worse but his instincts were to clean it and get it bandaged. However, at Bruce's words he stopped and waited.<br/><br/>Richard heard what the man said, but how could he believe him? Sure he had saved him from those other men but what was he going to do now?<br/>"What are you going to do?" He asked, little more than a whisper.