"He sure knows how to pack a punch too." Nazo laughed remembering his training this morning. "I hope you're right, otherwise that would be two strikes against you in twenty four hours." Nazo playfully punched Robin's arm before darting to the staircase. Turning back to face his brother, Nazo grinned.<br/><br/>"Up for a little game?" He asked. They had played this many times before, often when Nazo had done something to embarrass his brother, or even just to take his mind of something. He recalled the last time something like this had taken place and a rather angry Bruce Wayne holding both him and Robin by the collars as the chandelier had swung dangerously, the result of two overly energetic acrobats.<br/><br/>Hoping Robin would rise to the bait, Nazo slid down the banister, doing a flip off the end and disappearing down the hallway.