"This ain't a nest, or a cave. We don't fly. That's a Bat-Family thing."
Oliver serious face melted into a rather warm tone, seeing one of his proteges (and a son, no less) emerge from the bathroom. How he didn't hear him before was beyond him, though it was true that when one sense was super attuned, the others were weaker. Or maybe that was all bullshit and he's getting old. Regardless, arms were opened wide and the hug was given with the force of months long past.
"Good to see you too, boy. Making sure this place isn't falling apart? At least someone is keeping track of my progeny. How've you been? Anything new?" he prattled on, moving back slightly from the hug but keeping his arms locked around his son.