Parent Teacher Conference

Roy was waiting after school for the teacher conferences to start. All the kids had to stay after school and wait for their parents to come and talk to their teachers. The boy was pretty sure Oliver wouldn’t be coming, since he'd never bothered to before.
He didn’t tend to care about Roy’s school life, which was fine by Roy since it allowed him to get into as much trouble at school as he wanted. But, surprisingly for everyone including the rest of the parents, Oliver walked in totally confused. 

"Kid, what's up? I've been waiting outside like an hour."

Roy looked confused at seeing him. “What are you doing here?” He asked, standing up from the bench he was on.

"You didn't get out." Sometimes he'd pick up the boy to take him to lunch. "Are you on detention or something?" He took a look around, "And why are so many people in here?"

“It’s parent teacher conference day.” Roy explained, albeit reluctantly. “So you can go now, I have to stay.”

"Why do you never tell me this shit? Move," he ushered him to slide a little on the booth outside the classroom and took a seat beside him.

“It’s not my job to tell you, you need to learn how to read your fucking emails.” Roy retorted. “Besides, it’s not like you’ve ever come to this shit before.”

"I'm coming now," he took out his phone, waiting for his turn, "And stop with the damn language already. People are going to believe I don't teach you manners."

Roy rolled his eyes. “You don’t teach me manners.” He pointed out, getting up when the teacher came out and said it was their turn.

"Good afternoon," Oliver put on his best Playboy smile when looking at Roy's teacher.

She smiled back, shaking his hand. “Hello, Mr. Queen. It’s nice to meet you.” She sat down at her desk, gesturing for them to have a seat across from her. “I think we need to discuss Roy’s behavioral issues.” Roy rolled his eyes at that and Oliver's smile faded a little. 

"Excuse me, did you say 'Issues'?"

The woman nodded, handing him over Roy’s file containing his test grades and any detention slips or behavioral write ups he’d gotten. “He’s a smart boy, but he doesn’t try very hard or do his work. He tends to have an attitude problem in class and has been sent to detention for cursing or mouthing off on many occasions.” She explained.

Oliver slapped the back of his head. "I told you about the freackin' language!"

“You’re one to fuckin’ talk! You curse all the time!” Roy hollered back. The teacher watched in surprise.

"Shut up and sit," Oliver pulled at his arm to make him obey before turning back to the teacher, "So, what about the attitude?"

Roy huffed, slouching in his seat. “He tends to curse at me or other teachers when he attempt to reprimand him for not doing his work. He refuses to follow instructions and does not pay attention in class.” She said.

"So, he doesn't listen, doesn't pay attention and doesn't work... You mean to tell me I'm paying for nothing?"

Roy scowled. “Of course it’s all about you and your stupid money.” He grumbled.

The teacher smiled slightly. “He’s a very bright boy, and he does well on the tests. He just needs to work harder and pay attention.”

"What the fuck's wrong with you, Roy?! Damn It!"

“Oh please, like you’re so much better. So what if I don’t do some assignments, I still do fine in the class. And I don’t care if people think I’m rude.”

"You don't care, huh?"

Roy shrugged. “No, why should I. You’re an asshole and it doesn’t matter.”

"I'm the damn adult. And let's see if you don't give a damn when I take my belt off."

Roy glared at him. “You’re such a fucking dick. You expect me to be fucking perfect while you run around doing whatever the hell you want.”

"Just shut up already," he turned to the teacher, "Anything good?"

“He does well on his exams. And when he actually turns assignments in he does very good on them.” She said.

"So that's not very usual? Great..."

Roy rolled his eyes. “I’m still passing all my classes, so stop flipping out.”

"Yeah, in the most mediocre way ever."

“Whatever.” Roy mumbled, pulling out his phone to play a game. “Really, Roy would be getting all A’s if he just applied himself a little more and worked on his behavior.” The teacher added.

Oliver snatched the phone from the teen. "He will, don't worry."

“Dude, give it back! Quit trying act like you give a shit about what I do.” Roy complained.

"Shut up, this is the last fuckin' time I ask you."

“Fuck off.” Roy snapped back, kicking the teacher’s desk in frustration.

Oliver barely refrained himself from taking his belt off right then. He gave a tired sigh and Ran a hand through his face. "Is he always like this?"

The teacher smiled a bit, nodding. “You wouldn’t know what I’m like because you’re never around.” Roy huffed.

"And still, no one told you to act like a little jerk... I'm sorry, would you like to tell me something else?"

Roy grumbled under his breath, pissed off. “No, you two are free to go.” The teacher said.

"Thank you, and I'm sorry he's been a little shit all year. Let's go home already, Roy."

“Screw off, Oliver, quit trying to pretend like you care.” Roy said, getting up and heading for the door.

Oliver stopped him grabbing his arm. "I dare you to keep it up, let's see if you like a spanking here in the middle of the room."

Roy blushed at the threat, trying to tug away from him. “Lemme go, Oliver. You can’t just decide to suddenly act like a parent. You didn’t even know there were conferences today.”

"Are you going to keep going?"

Roy clenched his jaw, obviously pissed, but shook his head. “Let’s just go.”

"It was nice to meet you, and thank you for your time."

The teacher nodded, smiling at the two. “It was a pleasure. I’ll be sure to let you know how Roy behaves from now on.”

"You know what? I'd like to give you my personal number to make it sure, is that okay?"

She nodded, handing him a pen and paper. “Of course, parents are always welcome to receive updates.”

"Thanks again," he gave his number to the teacher before heading outside.

Roy followed Oliver out, scowling. “So now you’ve decided to actually give a fuck about my life?”

"Shut up, I can't believe you..."

“Well I can’t believe you! You totally embarrassed me in there. You’re such a controlling asshole.”

"Me? You embarrassed me and yourself."

“You’re the one who kept threatening the spank me! Jesus, I’m so fucking sick of you.” Roy got in their car, slamming the door hard.

"You're the one who freackin' earned it!"

“Fuck off, Ollie, you can’t act like you give a shit about my life when you’ve ignored it for so fucking long.”

"I don't ignore you, so cut it already."

“Oh really? You don’t ignore me? You literally had no idea that there were conferences today. And you didn’t know any of that stuff about how I act, despite the fact that you get sent an email whenever I get detention.”

"I have tons of emails, I can't read all of them. And I never thought you dared to act this stupid." “Well if I’m stupid, I learned it from you.” Roy propped his feet up on the car dashboard, arms crossed.

"Get your feet off my car. And better drop the attitude, or you'll get a worse spanking."

“Fuck you, I’m not gonna let you spank me like some little kid.” Roy snapped at him, taking his feet down.

"Well, not like I'm gonna ask for your permission."

“Whatever, just go back to pretending like you don’t have a kid, it’s what you do best.”

Oliver didn't bother answering that one, he didn't even look at the boy in the whole way home, but when they arrived, he instantly started taking off his belt.

Roy’s eyes widened and he instantly hurried inside, rushing up to his bedroom and slamming the door. “I hate you!” He yelled from inside, flopping down on his bed.

"Though luck, 'cause you're kind of stuck with me!" Oliver took out the key.

Roy buried his head in his pillow, pulling his blanket over himself. “You’re the worst!”

"Really?" He finally entered the room, "Am I the one that's rude, disobedient, agressive and lazy?!"

“Yes! You’re literally all of those things! Who the fuck do you think taught me how to curse and yell at people and not do what I’m told.”

"But I'm an adult, Roy! It doesn't count!"

“Yes it does! You’re my shitty role model. And why should I have to be respectful when you don’t have to just because I’m a kid.”

"You know what? That's it," he grabbed the boy's arm to stood him up, "This is why you should be respectful." Without more warning, he let the belt land on the back of the boy's thighs.

Roy immediately hollered, trying to pull away. “Oliver! Stop it!” He tried to cover his ass and thighs, squirming. “Fuck!”

"I may not check with your school every 5 seconds, but you sure as hell didn't behave like this when you arrived here."

“Well I learned how to act like this from you!”

Oliver dropped the belt three more times, just in the kid's sit spots. "Stop trying to make me feel responsible for your shit."

“You are responsible, you’re the fucking parent!” Roy hollered, crying out at the smacks. He attempted to stomp on Oliver’s foot.

"Stop that." Oliver hit his backside once more.

Roy was crying at this point, angrily still trying to pull away. “I hate you! I’m gonna run away and never see you again!”

"No one told you to be a little shit!"

“No one told you to be an asshole!” Roy retorted, crying harder.

Oliver frowned. What was even more annoying, was that Roy must have heard that from Bruce or Clark, they were always critizicing his parenting. He delivered two more swats. "Go stand in the damn corner."

Roy sobbed as he went over to the corner, turning his head to glare at Oliver. “I wish I’d never met you.” He cried. Everyone always said that Oliver was a terrible parent, and he was starting to believe them.

"Yeah, poor you with food on the table, a roof under your head and more toys than anyone your age." With that, he turned to leave.

Roy leaned his head against the corner, crying harder. It felt like Oliver only ever paid attention to him when he was mad at him. Some of the things he did at school were just to get the man to notice him, but since he never read his emails, it never worked.

However, Oliver didn't stop to think about it. Once in his room, he dialed Bruce's number. "I hope you're happy, Jackass."

Bruce rolled his eyes, answering the phone. “Why would I be happy? What the hell did you do, Queen?”

"YOU have repeated so many times how much of an awful father I am that now Roy thinks he can use it as an excuse for everything!"

“Well you aren’t really a great dad, Oliver. What happened? What did Roy do?”

"He doesn't do anything, that's the problem."

“Well, kid’s tend to act out when they aren’t getting a lot of attention. And you really don’t give that boy much attention.” Bruce pointed out.

"Who do you think you are to say that?! That's why Roy uses It as excuse."

“Well maybe he’s got a point. Look, I’ve got four kids and I know when one of them acts out more than usual it means they want some attention. Roy’s probably feeling neglected.”

"Apparently, this is not more than usual..."

“Well then he’s been trying to get your attention for awhile. I mean if you haven’t noticed until now, that means you weren’t paying enough attention.”

"That's bullshit."

“Oh really? Then why do you think he’s been acting up? Because Roy’s a good kid and he wouldn’t behave badly for no reason.”

Damn! That he didn't know...

"Fuck off then." He hang up.

Upstairs, Roy was still in the corner, crying. He hated when Oliver punished him and then went back to ignoring him.

"This is the last time I wanna know you do whatever the hell you want at school." Oliver entered again, "I'm not paying a fortune so you can go and screw up there."

Roy turned his head slightly to scowl at him. “I’m not going back to that stupid school.”

"Yes, you are, and I better not hear any complain about you again."

Roy sniffled, still teary eyed. “I don’t wanna go back.” He whined. “I hate it and I hate you.”

"For Christ's sake, stop with the damn tantrum already. You earn that spanking, I don't give you everything just so you can do whatever the hell you want."

“It’s not my fault you never notice when I got into trouble at school. How the hell am I supposed to know that I can’t do what I want at school when you never bother to pay attention.” The boy left the corner, stomping over to his bed and flopping down on it.

Oliver rolled his eyes. "Just go to sleep."

The boy hid his face in his pillow, crying once more. “Just go away.”

"Whatever then," if Roy didn't have that awful attitude, they could have talked about it.

Roy hated how Oliver always acted like he was a burden and how he never got any attention other than during a punishment. The boy decided he was done trying to win the man’s attention. Once his guardian left the room, he got up and packed his backpack with some clothes and things. The boy climbed quietly out his window, leaving their property and walking down the street.

The next morning, Oliver woke up early as usual and fixed breakfast for both he and the kid. The day before he hadn't even gone on patrol because of how upset he had been with Roy, but maybe the boy was calmer now and they could talk even a little bit. 

"Roy! Wake up, it's late!"

Roy had been walking around most of the night before falling asleep in a park pretty far from their home.

The minutes passed and Oliver was running out of patience. "Roy!" He opened the boy’s door just to find an empty room.

Roy woke up in the park, grabbing his stuff and going back to wandering around the city, not sure where he should go.

"Clark! Look, Roy's gone..." Oliver said to the phone, starting his car.

“He’s gone? Like kidnapped or missing?” Clark asked worriedly. “I’ll start looking for him.”

"No! Well, I don't know, he's not at home, and I'm driving around..."

Clark got into his Superman costume and started flying around, trying to spot Roy.

“Oliver I think I see him, he’s near that park a few miles south of your house.”

"You sure it's him?" Oliver turned his car rather uncarefully.

“It’s definitely him.” Clark said, using his enhanced vision to see the boy. “He’s walking down the street with a backpack.”

"Hold him there, I'm going." The man hung up.

Clark flew down towards the boy, surprising Roy. Roy groaned when he saw the man. “Is Oliver coming?” He asked. Clark told him he was. Roy was upset, because he wanted to get away from Oliver, but at the same time he wanted to see if the man cared enough to try and find him.

"What on earth, Roy!" Oliver was there in no time.

Roy crossed his arms, sniffling. The boy was very tired and upset, not to mention still a bit angry with his guardian. “Go away, Ollie.”

But he ignored him. 

"What the hell happened?! Are you fine?" Despite Roy's protests, Oliver started checking for any kind of injuries.

“I’m fine, nothing happened. I just wanted to get out of the house for awhile.” Roy squirmed under the scrutiny.

"You can't get out of home like that! Something could have happened to you!"

“Nothing would’ve happened, Ollie, I can take care of myself.” The boy pouted slightly. “Just leave me alone.”

"Anything could have happened! What the hell were you thinking?!"

“I didn’t wanna be at home anymore. You were mad at me and being mean.” Roy scowled. “And I’m not going home, I’m staying here.”

"Don't be..." He had to bit his tongue, "I was mad, yes, doesn't mean I hate you. And we're going home right this minute."

Roy shook his head, sniffling and taking a few steps back. “I’m not going home just so you can yell at me and then ignore me again.”

Oliver sighed exasperated. "Thank you, Clark."

Clark smiled at the two of them. “No problem, Oliver. Be good, Roy.” He added, ruffling the kid’s hair.

"We're going home now."

Roy rubbed his eyes tiredly whole trying to still look firm. “I don’t want to, you’re gonna be an ass again.”

"Watch your mouth. And we can't talk there."

Roy sighed, stomping slightly. “Fine, I’ll come home, but you can’t yell at me again.”

Oliver did his best to not roll his eyes or say a word the whole way home.

Roy almost fell asleep on the way home, getting out of the car when they arrived and immediately going in and flopping down on the couch.

Oliver sighed. "Care to tell me why would you ever think about doing something as stupid as this?"

“I was mad at you. You spent all day yelling at me and being a dick and that’s all you ever do. We only ever talk or spend time together when you’re punishing me.”

"That's not true, and you know it." He was trying to stay calmed.

“Yes it is, you never care about stuff unless I’m inconveniencing you. You act like I’m just some damn burden.” Roy accused.

"But you are not..." He wasn't convinced that what Roy said was true, but he wasn't a burden, didn't need a brain to know it.

“Well you act like all I do is get in the way and cause trouble.” Roy sniffled, pouting.

"Roy, but that isn't true, look... I..."

Roy scowled slightly, burying his head a couch cushion. “Whatever, just go away.”

"No, I'm not going away... Where did you spend the night?"

“I was in the park. But I spent a lot of the night just walking around the city.”

"At night and alone?!"

Roy shrugged. “Yeah, I was tired so I had to fall asleep somewhere.”

"That was really stupid, Roy! Fuck... You sure you're fine?"

“Of course I’m fine, I can take care of myself.”

"Anything could have happened!"

“But nothing did. I know how to fight and defend myself.”

"That's not the point! Do you even know how worried I was?"

Roy scoffed a little. It felt like Oliver never worried about him, like he didn’t really care. “Whatever.” He mumbled.

That was it.

Oliver grabbed his arm and turned him a little to land five sharp swats on him. "Never ever think of doing this again."

Roy cried out, bursting into tears at the swats. “Oliver!” The boy felt tired and angry once more.

Oliver turned him around again. "Never, understand?"

Roy nodded slightly, sniffling. “Fine, as long as you’re not a jerk anymore, I won’t run off again.”

Oliver didn't answer anything, but pulled him tightly against his chest. "You're not a burden." The man hold him harder and started rubbing circles on his back.

Roy hesitated a minute before hugging him back, leaning his head on Oliver’s chest. “I don’t mean to get in the way or cause trouble.” He mumbled.

"You don't get in anyone's way either... I said some stupid stuff yesterday, but I was just mad," he kissed his boy's hair.

Roy yawned, cuddling against him. “I’m sorry I was an ass and that I ran off.”

"You really think what you said? 'Cause if yes, maybe, just maybe, Bruce was... kind of not so wrong”

“Yeah I thought what I said.” Roy nodded. “You can’t tell him he was right, he’ll never let you live it down.” He added.

"I'm not telling shit," he squeezed him harder, "But I'll listen more... You're my boy, and I care and I love you because you're the best kid ever. Come on, do you know any other kid that can bit, scratch, hit, kick, pinch and push at the same time in a tantrum? You're one in a million."

Roy smiled slightly, burying his face in Oliver’s shirt. “I love you, Ollie.”

"Love you more, I swear."

Roy yawned tiredly, pulling back from the hug to lay back down on the couch. “Are you mad at me still?”

Oliver sat down beside him. "I'm... I feel stupid, and I'm decided to improve your grades and behaviour at school. Look, I get it it wasn't actually your fault, but you are way too smart to have a trouble child reputation."

Roy nodded, fiddling with a thread on the blanket. “I’ll work harder in school, I promise. I’ll turn assignments in and everything.”

Oliver pulled his ankle to get the boy almost snuggled against him. "And I'll try harder with you. I guess I sometimes forget that a child no one puts limits to can become a mini me, and we don't want that."

Roy grinned, snuggling against him. “Can we start doing stuff together? Bruce takes his kids camping and stuff, we could try that too.”

"What are you talking about? We do tons of stuff together," they used to go camping and stuff... Roy was younger, he believed. 

“We haven’t done fun stuff since I was a little kid.” Roy pointed out.

Oliver wasn't really sure, but he wasn't going to doubt the kid just then. "Well, if you say so... Look, yesterday I... I was convinced you were trying to make me feel guilty and stuff, but... You know I'd never leave you sad and crying on purpose, right?"

Roy nodded, playing with the hem of Oliver’s shirt. “I know, you usually don’t do that. I thought you were so mad at me that you didn’t want to be around me anymore.”

"Never, it's just... I was mad, but I thought you were just repeating Bruce's and Clark's words to get out of trouble. Didn't mean to look like I don't give a fuck."

“Bruce and Clark are dicks, I don’t listen to shit they say about you.” Roy shrugged. “I know you give a fuck about me, you just show it differently.”

Then, and just then, Oliver didn't give a damn about the kid's language. "You're the best son someone could ever end up with."

Roy smiled up at him. “You’re the best dad I could have.” He snuggled against the man.



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