"Why won’t you talk to me?" Oliver sounded worn out, this fight had been going on for too long. If you could even call it a fight, it was more one-sided of Oliver trying to get Al to speak a word of anything. He followed Al around the house as Al dressed himself to leave, Oliver knew he was going to leave. He always ran away when there was confrontation.
"Leave me alone." Al grumbled between grit teeth while bending down to tie up his boots.
"No!" Oliver stomped his foot defiantly. "I’m not going to and I will NOT let you leave until you speak to me! You’re not going out angry, it’s dange-"
"I said, leave me alone." Al’s tone was rising.
Oliver was losing patience, swiftly moving between Al and the door. “No, Alfred. I won’t repeat myself. You’re not going to run away like a bloody child like you do every other time you’re upset! You’re going to act like an adult and we’re going to talk this out!”
"Just leave. Me. ALONE!" Al roared in fury and punched the door, barely an inch from Oliver’s face. He wouldn’t be getting the sound of Oliver’s fearful yelp out of his mind for a while. He opened his eyes that screwed shut from his fit of rage and saw Oliver cowering, inching away from the other. Pure fear.