"Your traps are primitive. Effective only to a degree." The Bat had already said as much, pulling something from a hidden spot at the side. It dropped and rolled into better light. It was what should have splattered the armor. Alfred was not going to be happy; then again, the Bat wasn't all that happy either.
"I will remove him. The call has already been made for the evil doer..." There was a pause as Zoe hated that phrase, it was so very antiquated. "He will be taken away." That is not saying he would remain away. Rufio had no idea what some of these thugs would do, and he probably would only learn through experience.
The Bat stepped carefully forward, and was soon rather close to the boy. A hand shot out to keep the blade where it was, while another pressed at the boy's chest. It wasn't meant to hit the exact spot, but pain was pain was pain.
"You should be looked at. Or I can make it worse - then you will have less of a choice." No threat, simple truth.