"Hold on a damn minute and talk to me." Oliver grumbles, reaching out to grab your wrist and tugging you back down the stairs of the house, his jaw set, his eyes narrowed.

He hasn't been the best father—or a father at all—he knows that, but god, he has to wonder if giving him a chance will kill you or something. He still deserves to know everything little thing that goes on in his child's life no matter how minute. This includes jobs, relationships, goals, dreams, and all other stupid stuff like that!

What if you get hurt? What if something happens and he doesn't know?

Oliver has to know, he has to understand every little detail before he loses out on it forever. Being a hero meant that he isn't around, but it also means that life is precious—and so very short.

Just.. stop being so petty with the silence treatment, stop trying to ignore him, and just respond for once!

"Who was that out there, huh?" His arms cross over his chest, fingers curled inwards to keep his nails from digging too deeply into the skin. Waiting, he's waiting to see if you cave in, to see if you'll open your mouth and say something. "What were you on a date or something?"