Random Wren
"You taught her about explosives?!?" Tim could feel the throbbing in his head as he stared at Jason and Roy.
"It was Kori's idea," Roy said, Jason nodding. Tim raised his eyebrow. He really didn't think it was the alien's idea but with her powers, she was more likely to survive his wrath. They'd tried this trick before but it didn't work then as it wouldn't now.
"Ah, yes, *Kori's* idea. And yet, when it came down to handing her the explosives and telling her what to do..."
"He did it," they both said, almost in unison, pointing at the other. Tim squinted at them.
"You did it first. You handed her the M60's & Roman candles."
"And you gave her the chemical composition of C-4."
"After you wrote down dynamite."
"You're responsible for pulling out the chemistry set."
"You gave her the lighter and said 'throw' and got out the blasting caps."
"Enough!" Tim yelled. "You gave my little girl, my sweet, wonderful child, someone who uses sex pollen as a weapon and has gotten herself banned from Themyscira, someone who called The Guardians of the Galaxies a poopy face and punched him out and got herself banned from OA, someone who breaks Superboy's nose as an ongoing game and got banned from New Krypton, someone... well, she's got a list of where she's banned. You gave her *explosives.*"
"Um... Bad idea?" Roy said. The incredulous stare from both Tim and Jason made him want to pee his pants. He had never, ever in his life felt so tiny and afraid as he did right then. "Uh. Sorry?"
That was not the right answer either.