sadlystillhere

jason is stood there, gun twirling in-hand, shit eating grin on his face, and innocently he goes 'are you my new daddy?'

oliver's eyes widen in fear and he sputters out a 'o-oh i don't- i don't think-'

'yeah, that's what i thought.' bruce snaps. 'come on, jason.'

oliver watches bruce wrap an arm around jason's shoulders and lead him away, and as they leave he hears jason go 'i shot a guy like- directly through the nose ring, nothing but net style, so i won the competition and i get to pick dinner for tonight.'

bruce's steps falter just barely. 'and the man you shot-?'

'oh, fuckin exploded like an egg out the microwave. ruined damian's new sweater.'

bruce sighs.

'i want italian.'

'you had italian yesterday.'