Talking with someone he can be entirely open with and doing something more productive with his time than getting black-out drunk and buying exotic birds (and clubs, and whatever else piqued his interest at the time) is definitely something that Bruce needs right now. A much healthier way to work through some of his many issues.

It doesn't take long for the jabs to start getting to him, and his growing frustration shows with his next swing, much more aggressive than the last. Though at least this time, unlike the last time they fought, he isn't looking to hurt Alfred, just to actually land a blow. Aggression without the anger.

"I wanted the easy way out." He swings again. Confront problems. That's part of the issue. Ever since the murder of his parents, Bruce has been taking more and more to bottling things up, burying them in a place where they'll only bother him. "I had regrets already." At least when he drank, he didn't remember a lot of what he did. "Though I do certainly have more now."