Nazo felt rather than saw his mother forcing him to look at her. He heard what she said, almost as though through water and did as he was told, closing his eyes and breathing as he was instructed. When he felt he had calmed enough, Nazo looked back to Selina, hearing clearly what she was saying as Bruce carried Kasey back upstairs. He was reluctent to just leave, wanting to stay home and make sure things were okay, but he knew he had to go, he had already missed a day yesterday.<br/><br/>He scolded himself for losing control like that. He was trained by Batman, was trying to earn a spot on the YJ team, and was Kasey's escort at Gotham Academy. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, Nazo followed Alfred to the car and sat silently the entire drive.<br/><br/>As was expected he was met with a lot of 'Where's your girlfriend, Wayne?', 'Dumped already?', and many other variations. His classes dragged on forever and Nazo soon found the extra training and everything that had happened in the past 24-hours was getting to him. Completely missing the question directed at him, Nazo felt his face heat up when he was forced to ask the teacher to repeat herself, earning a scowl from her and barely concealed chuckles from the rest of the class.<br/><br/>By the end of the day, Nazo was ready to disappear. He had closed his locker and was on his way to the front of the school to wait for Alfred when he found his path blocked.<br/><br/>"What, no bodyguard?" Nazo lifted his head to see the same guys from yesterday. He just couldn't catch a break, could he? Choosing not to react, Nazo tried to just go around them but they were having none of it.<br/><br/>"I was talking to you Wayne. Daddy didn't teach you very good manners now did he?" The leader of the group grabbed the collar of Nazo's shirt, pulling him back towards himself.<br/><br/>"I think little Nazo needs a lesson." The second boy laughed, taking a gulp of some drink Nazo couldn't identify.<br/><br/>"Think a little time out would help?" The first boy asked, walking towards the closest row of lockers. Having an idea as to what they planned, Nazo squirmed to get away, succeeding in getting loose.<br/><br/>"Not so fast brat!" Before he could run, Nazo felt someone hit his back and push him to the ground, pulling his arm behind him and forcing his head down onto the tiled floor. Where were the teachers at times like this? He thought to himself as he felt his temple come in contact with the floor. The grip on his wrist was sure to leave bruises, and his already injured ribs sent pain coursing up his side. Lifting the smaller boy up by the back of his shirt and his belt, Nazo felt himself be shoved into a locker, earning himself a couple bloody knuckles from trying to fight back.<br/><br/>"You think just because daddy's rich you can get away with anything now don't you?" The first boy said, spitting in Nazo's face. "Gimme that." He reached for his partner's drink and sloshed the contents on Nazo's shirt and in his hair. It smelt foul, and tasted even worse as some got into Nazo's mouth, he didn't understand how that guy had been drinking it.<br/><br/>"Nightie night." The boy said before slamming the locker door closed. Nazo could hear the sound of a lock being clicked into place before he could do anything. Sighing defeated, Nazo slumped against the back of the locker. He would have loved to pull out his skills and show those guys what they were dealing with, but he couldn't. He had to play the role of Bruce Wayne's son. Fishing his phone from his pocket he thought of who he could call. Most of the team would either still be at school or just finishing. He hoped Alfred hadn't left the Manor yet and dialed home.<br/><br/>"Please pick up." Nazo muttered.