So, not quite the date, but i do hope everyone likes this. Drake opens up a little, and well. It's a set up. As always reviews are love. And please enjoy

BRL,

Oh, and if anyone has specific scenes they might want, i'm always open to suggestions. That and any villains they think might make for interesting cameos.

After a couple of quiet nights, Max caught up with Drake inside school. The former loner had fallen into old habits, studiously avoiding the pink haired computer genius since he kissed her. He was unsure of what he felt or how he should act around her. So he did what he did best, he disappeared. And it worked, until today. Max was sick of being avoided, and furious that Drake would hide from her. So, armed with a modified speaking collar and a righteous fury, Max stalked her prey down. Thanks to tips from Terry, she managed to corner Drake in an empty hallway towards the end of the day. The vigilante was reading a book near a group of lockers, which she hit. He jumped to his feet, hands up.

"Hey D-man," purred Max as she pushed herself off the wall. Drake's eyes widened then darted around, looking for an escape. "What's the matter, you look like you've seen a ghost?" Drake picked up his bag and backed away slightly. "See, here's the thing D-man, when a guy spends enough time around a girl, she tends to grow accustomed to their presence. And when said guy decides to kiss them on the cheek, there typically is some sort of understanding or at the least a relationship." She stepped closer to Drake who backed away. "However, running away, not the usual response. It's kind of hurtful too, not real schway on your part. But I get you're not used to this so I'll forgive it. However, tonight there is a party, I expect you to take me to said party, alright?" the glint in her eye dared Drake to challenge her.

But, Drake, for all his abilities and skills, was a novice in the ways of relationships. "Why?" he asked.

Max just stared, then finally laughed. "Man you really are clueless. Drake, I'm asking you on a date? You know, when two people like each other go out, have fun?"

"…Date?" he repeated hesitantly, almost as if he never heard the word before.

Max nodded. "Yea a date, you in?" The teen shrugged. Max grinned. "Good enough, pick me up at seven, Ter will give you my digits and address. Oh, and here," she closed the distance between them and wrapped the collar around his neck. "Fixed the battery problem, should be fine now," she pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and strutted off.

Drake stood there, flabbergasted, one hand on the collar, the other on his cheek. "Thank you," he whispered. Drake was walking on air the rest of the day. He still avoided Max, but it was always with a bashful smile now, instead of the flat out fear from before. By the end of the day, Terry couldn't stand it.

"Jeez man, you two make out or something?" demanded the detective as the pair left the school. Dana had whisked Max away to get ready for the party, leaving the two boys alone.

Drake cocked his head to the side. "What do you mean?"

Terry stopped in mid-step. "What?" That's when he noticed the collar. "Max finally gave it to you huh?" Drake nodded as his hand went to the choker, another silly smile on his face. "So…you two a couple?"

Drake shrugged. "I don't know…I think we're going to this party tonight. She said it was a date…but I really don't know what a date is."

Terry chuckled as he threw an arm over Drake's shoulder. "I'll guess you'll learn tonight. If you want any help" he offered.

Drake shook his head. "No thank you, I need to think. I'll see you later for patrol," he muttered as he headed to his motorcycle.

"Date tonight! Remember?!" called Terry. But the teenager wasn't listening. Terry chuckled again. "Well, it's definitely gonna be an interesting night."

Drake almost caused two accidents as he zoomed down the streets of Gotham, still confused about what had happened. When he finally got home, he all but bounded off the bike and fled to his room. Selina, stretching in the corner, watched, confused, as her nephew raced through the house. She followed the boy up to the gym where he had dropped his bag and began attacking a practice dummy, not even bothering to change his clothes. Selina rested against the wall, watching. "While I approve of the dedication, I would have thought all your late nights would have been practice enough."

Drake landed a particularly vicious hit with a club on the dummy's head. "Just need to work some things out."

Selina almost fell over. "Drake! You're…you're talking!" she cried.

Drake kicked low then sprung up with another head shot before stopping. "Yea, Wayne made this collar, lets me talk normal."

Selina walked into the room, gently reaching for one of Drake's arms. "And you waited till now to show me?"

Drake sighed as he shrugged. "I'm sorry Aunt Selina; it's been with…a friend."

"A friend!" she demanded as she spun Drake around. "What friend!?"

"She's cool Aunt Selina, she's a friend of Terry," he replied.

"Does Bruce know?" countered Selina.

Drake nodded. "Yea."

Selina cocked her head to the side. "Huh, guess the old man needs a bit more support these days." She sighed. "Then again, he doesn't have most of the old support staff, so it balances out I guess. Anyway, what's his name, this friend?"

"Max," answered Drake, a slight smile wormed its way onto his face.

And Selina saw it. "Max huh, what's he like?"

"She," corrected Drake. "And she's amazing."

Selina smirked at the change in her nephew. "She is hmm, she wouldn't happen to be the same girl who called me that day when you went to the principal's office?" Drake nodded. "Well, what do you intend to do about her?"

Drake sent his aunt a confused look. "Do?"

Selina almost wanted to smack the boy. "Yes, do, are you going to ask her out on a date?"

Drake cocked his head to the side. "I think…I have one tonight…damn it!" He slapped himself upside his head. "I forgot to ask Terry for her number and address."

Selina chuckled. "I'm glad to see you're an actual kid after all. Go shower and start picking out an outfit while I call Bruce and get this Max's address for you."

"Thanks Auntie!" exclaimed Drake as he kissed her cheek and ran off.

Selina just laughed again. "He is human after all, who'd have thought." She pulled out her cell phone and dialed the number she memorized long ago.

"Bruce," answered the old man.

Selina smiled as she resumed her leaned position on the wall. "Brucie, I was hoping I could ask a favor?"

Bruce grimaced slightly. "What?"

"No need to sound so grump, I'm just looking for your cute little protégé," commented Selina.

"Why?" growled Bruce.

"Apparently his friend, Maxine, is going on a date tonight with Drake, Drake forget to get her number and address," replied Selina. "I was hoping I could get the information for him."

Bruce grunted as he shifted the phone. "235 Allen street, apartment 2."

Selina purred into the phone. "See was that so hard?"

"Good Bye," grunted Bruce as he hung up the phone.

Selina just smirked at hers. "Oh, good to see I can still get under your skin so well."

For his part, Drake had showered and was now staring at his small wardrobe of clothes. His aunt was not a spend thrift, but he had never needed much in the way of clothes, and the few he did own were more functional than anything else. He had tried on all seven of his shirts, all six of his pants and both pairs of shoes. Nothing seemed…appropriate. By the second run through, Drake threw his clothes on the ground and collapsed on his bed. "Damn it all," he muttered. He still had a few hours until the date, he needed to figure out something.

A knock on his door cut off his muttering. "Drake, you in there?"

"Yea," he called, still on his bed.

Selina opened the door slightly. "I might have an idea for your date." Drake lifted his head up, an eyebrow raised. Selina glared slightly. "Don't give me that look. I am an excellent shopper, and have better style than you think. Besides, since you don't want to wear any of your clothes, what options do you have?" Drake let his head fall back on the bed and sighed. Selina smirked. "Just trust your aunt alright?"

"If I look like a twip I will be furious!" said Drake.

"Relax Drake," called Selina over her shoulder as she walked out of the room. Drake grunted but didn't move. For her part, Selina wandered to her own room, opening up the closest and pulling out a suit bag. She smiled at it, nodding to herself. "It's puurfect, maybe now the kitten can finally have some real fun." She headed back to Drake's room and laid the bag on his bed. "Put on some of that cologne I bought you for your birthday and wear this, ok?"

Drake opened the bag and frowned slightly, but at the glare from his aunt, he nodded. "Ok." He motioned to the door and Selina left with a laugh. Once the door was shut, Drake stripped out of his pajamas and opened the bag. Inside was a black button down, matching slacks, and a red t-shirt. He shook his head as he got dressed. After dabbing on the cologne and tying back his hair, Drake was ready. Only…the party wasn't for a few more hours. He took to pacing, afraid of what he should do.

"Calm down, I can literally feel you wearing a hole through my floor!" shouted Selina.

"Slag!" muttered Drake. He stopped pacing and sat on his bed. Normally he'd train, or head to Wayne's. But since neither option was on the table, he didn't know what else to do. That's when a phone call interrupted his thoughts. He dived for the phone. "Hello!"

"Drake?" asked Terry.

"Hey man, what's the word?" replied Drake.

Terry chuckled. "Sounds like someone is nervous?"

Drake snorted. "Oh I'm just slammin, completely fine."

"Uhuh, who you trying to convince?" countered Terry.

"Myself? It's a moot point, why'd you call?"

"Just wanted to make sure you had Max's number for your big date tonight," answered Terry.

"Please don't call it that," begged Drake. "I'm terrified as it is."

"Ah Max is a schway girl, you'll be fine. Just don't act like a twip," said Terry. "Anyway, 235 Allen street, apartment 2. She says to pick her up at seven alright?"

Drake nodded. "Yea, thanks."

Terry laughed again. "What are friends for?"

"I wouldn't know," whispered Drake. He shook his head. "Thanks again." He cut the phone call off and sat on his bed, thinking.

Terry, meanwhile, stared at his phone with a contemplative look in his eyes. He pressed one of the buttons, and speed dialed someone. "Max is busy at the moment, call back later," answered Dana. Before Terry could even say anything, she hung up.

Terry just shook his head, then dialed Bruce's number. "Wayne."

"Hey, it's me, got a question," said Terry.

"What?" asked Wayne.

Terry rearranged the phone as he settled down at his desk. "I was wondering if you did any digging into Drake's background. Kid acts like he's never had any contact, outside his aunt, it's not normal. Plus, what happened with Ace."

Wayne tapped a few keys. "I hadn't. But I will. Why the concern, don't trust him?"

"I trust him," Terry answered quick enough. "I'm just…worried. If he's hiding something I want to know."

Bruce leaned back in his chair. "Word of advice kid. Don't pry into other people's secrets. I have a feeling Drake is keeping his secrets for a reason."

"Don't pry…isn't that our whole job?" countered Terry.

Bruce smirked. "Only when our friends aren't the target. Though, I am gonna run a few checks, to be on the safe side. Now, don't you have some party to get ready for?"

"Yea, just checking in," replied Terry.

Bruce nodded. "City's quiet, take the night off."

Terry grinned. "Schway. Thanks."