Bruce listened patiently as Kasey explained what had happened.<br/>"Thank you for explaining Kasey." He sighed after hanging up, he needed to talk to Nazo. Selina was watching him with a stern gaze, her arms crossed, so he forced himself up the stairs and to his son's room. The door was locked but he had expected that much.<br/>"Nazo, I'm sorry. Can we talk?" Bruce stood outside the door waiting and listening for any response. When he got none he tried the door again.<br/>"Nazo please." He couldn't hear anything which was never a good sign. Using his strength Bruce broke the door in. "What's going on in here?" Bruce cast an eye around the room searching for his son. Everything was where it should be except for one thing -- Nazo was no where to be found. Crossing to the window Bruce could see that it was still slightly open. A low growl escaped his throat as he trudged back down the stairs.<br/>"He's your son through and through." Bruce told Selina. "He slipped out."<br/><br/>Nazo's hair swept into his eyes as he jammed his hands in his pockets and pulled his bag closer to himself. When he had gotten to his room he had changed into black jeans and a dark blue sweater before grabbing his bag. He wasn't a kid anymore but Bruce couldn't seem to see that. Walking the streets of Gotham Nazo tried to relieve some of the anger he could feel building, all because of a little fight. Heck, if he had wanted to he could have beaten those guys, he had been trained in all sorts of techniques by Batman! Nazo kicked a can and watched it skitter down the sidewalk, not realizing that he had wandered into one of the dirtier sections of the city.