Oliver opened the door to his home, and slammed it behind him as he entered. He tossed his visor off to the side and made it to the living room before he fell face-first onto the couch. As he attempted to gather the energy to move--or rather, to care enough to move--May entered the room with a plate of food. She set it down on a tray in front of him. Oliver rolled over to see the plate was piled high with yellow rice. He grimaced.
"I hate rice enough when it's plain, did you have to go and piss on it?"
May slapped him across the face and said "It's saffron rice, idiot. Just eat it, it's filling."
"Filling rice; right." Oliver muttered to himself. It was a lot better than he'd expected, but he had no intention of saying that out loud. When he was done he sat up, but nobody said a word for a while.
"Are you going to ask me about my day?" Oliver asked.
"No need." May replied. "I saw it all on the monitor."
"Well, thanks for helping out with Jason then." He replied sarcastically. "He still respects you for some reason."
"You were doing just fine." May assured him. "I think that's the first time you fought with him without killing some bystander."
"I'm a little worried that there's a precedent to begin with."
"Oh, by the way." May said. "I got a call from Dan a few minutes ago; he said that he wanted to come help with Jason--"
"Forget it," Oliver said. "I can handle him on my own."
"You didn't let me finish." May asserted. "As I was saying, he wanted to come help with Jason, but he had too much to handle back home, so he sent one of his old partners instead."
Oliver's eyes shot further open than usual. "Which one?"
"I don't quite remember..." May said in a teasing manner. "I think his name was...Gaz?"
"AW FU--" was all Oliver managed to say before May clamped her hand over his mouth. She pointed directly above them and whispered "The baby is sleeping."
Oliver's eye twitched a moment, as he muttered "fuckfuckfuckfuck" under his breath.
