Title: Untitled Mother's Day Fic
Author: Tressa
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Never will. Don't sue.
Summary: One of my fav characters is back as he shows the mother figures in his life how much they care. Guest appearances by Dinah Lance and Cassandra Cain.
It never ceases to surprise me at the number of people who go shopping the day and night before Mother's Day. And why was he out there? He had a good excuse for why he was out there, the day before Mother's Day. He was busy battling the forces of evil throughout the week. The only break he got during the weekend was on Saturdays. He had to look at parents for four different women. One of them would be easy. His birth mother Janet Drake usually got flowers and a card. There wasn't really much you could get someone who was dead. Tim missed her terribly, though, so he made an effort to visit her, especially on mother's day.
His step-mother Dana would be slightly easier. He knew that she was still at the point in their relationship where she was still trying to establish herself as whatever he wanted her to be. Flowers and a card as well as some chocolate might be a good thing to get. Of course, he'd make it just as special as what he was getting his mom. She wasn't pushing anything; allowing him to decide what she was. He liked that. He liked that she said they'd start out as friends first and then if he later felt comfortable calling her mom, then that was fine.
Jumping on the bus, he headed downtown. At times like this, he wished he could take the Redbird out in public. Right now, though, it was being revamped. He wanted his car. Badly. The bus dropped him off a block from the flower shop he wanted to go. The flower shop was a small one, but he loved the flowers they sold there. Shoving his Alvin Draper shades on, he casually walked down the sidewalk. Soon, the store was in view.
"Sakura Gardens," he said. "Well, here I am." Entering the store, he was hit with the overpowering scent of flowers. The women were going to love him. The bells above the door made a slight noise and soon, a middle age woman emerge from the back.
"Hi! Welcome to Sakura Gardens. How can I help you?"
Tim returned her smile. "I'm looking for some flowers for Mother's Day."
"Ah yes." The lady went behind the counter and pulled out a book. "We have several arrangements you can choose from. Or, you can make one yourself."
Approaching the counter, he peered at the book. "I've actually got several people I want get something for."
"Oh?"
Tim nodded as he flipped through the book. "Mm, hmm."
"Chuckling, the lady then set a book of flowers in front of him. "Maybe it would be easier if you were to choose the arrangement."
Nodding, he glanced over the different names of flowers. He wanted something simple yet elegant for his mother. "I want a dozen roses for my mom. Maybe with a little bit of those tiny little flowers. And then . . ." Absorbed in his task, he eventually put together everything he wanted.
*
The next day, he awoke to a stereotypical bright, sunny day. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. In between opening his eyes and actually comprehending his surroundings, he heard a cry of joy from downstairs, followed by a rapid succession of thank you Jacks.
Yawning, he crawled out from underneath his covers. His dad must have given Dana her present. He knew Dana would like the diamond earrings his dad bought her, but it was still nice to know that she liked it. He glanced at the receipt he had on the night stand. He hoped Dana liked the flowers he ordered.
"Tim! Get down here!"
"I'm coming!" he called down. Throwing a pair of sweats on, he quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face before running downstairs to see Dana affixing the earrings on her ears. "Morning dad. Morning Dana." He leaned down to give her a kiss. "Happy Mother's Day."
"Thank you Tim. Your father says he has a number of surprises lined up for me today. I'm anxious to see what they are?"
He shrugged. "Dunno. He hasn't said anything to me about it."
"Well I'm sure whatever it is, it'll be nice."
"We're going out together this evening Tim. Your grandparents are coming over today too, so make sure you're presentable."
Tim kept himself busy that day playing games, and surprisingly, talking on the phone. At least as much talking as you could to Cassandra Cain.
"Hey Cass."
"Tim! What Mother's Day?"
He blinked, a usual reaction when talking to Cassandra. "What was that?"
"Mother's Day. What that?"
"Mother's Day. It's a day that allows everyone to say thank you to your mother." He paused. "Why?"
There was a long pause on the other end of the phone. "Bruce ask Alfred to pick up flowers for Mother's Day."
Tim scratched the top of his head. "It makes sense. He's probably going to go visit his mother's grave. He can see his mother there."
"She dead."
He chuckled. "Yeah. She's dead. But she's still Bruce's mother and he wants to wish her a Happy Mother's day."
There was another pause before Cassandra spoke again. "Have no mother," she said quietly. "No one to say Happy Mother's Day to."
Biting his lip, he tried to think of something to say. He forgot about Cassandra's parental problems. "Well, maybe you could say Happy Mother's Day to Babs?"
Although he couldn't see her, he could hear the confusion in her voice. "Babs? Babs not mother."
"No, she's not. But she took care of you when you needed taking care of. She brought you in during No Man's Land. She gave you a place to stay." He felt himself smile. "I think that constitutes her as sort of a mother. Or at least a mother figure."
Silence came from the other side of the line. He knew she was taking time to take all of it in. She had no mother. David Cain wasn't much of a father to her. The girl had nobody until she ran into Babs. It was a good arrangement. But she had to accept it first.
"Babs like mother," she finally said. "I say Happy Mother's Day to Babs."
He smiled. "That's an excellent idea, Cass. Go ahead and give 'er a call."
He said his goodbyes and hung up when the doorbell rang. Yelling to his father and Dana he'd get it, he opened the door to see a young man with a small arrangement of flowers. "Hey. Is Dana Drake home?"
Nodding eagerly, Tim stepped aside and let the delivery guy in. "Hey Dana! There's someone to see you!"
Dana emerged from the kitchen. "Tim? Who is it honey?"
"This guy's asking for you." He pointed at the delivery guy in the entrance.
"Mrs. Dana Drake?"
"Yes?"
"I've got a delivery for you," he said, holding out a small arrangement of flowers. "From a Timothy Drake?"
Tim smiled as a Dana's eyes lit up. "I know it's not a humongous one like your mom and dad are probably going to get you. But, hey, you've been a great step-mom. And a cool friend." He fidgeted uncomfortably from one foot to another, trying not to blush.
"How sweet!" she gushed. "Thank you!" The delivery guy grinned and left quietly. Dana hurried to kitchen to show her husband, Tim following behind her.
Author: Tressa
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Never will. Don't sue.
Summary: One of my fav characters is back as he shows the mother figures in his life how much they care. Guest appearances by Dinah Lance and Cassandra Cain.
It never ceases to surprise me at the number of people who go shopping the day and night before Mother's Day. And why was he out there? He had a good excuse for why he was out there, the day before Mother's Day. He was busy battling the forces of evil throughout the week. The only break he got during the weekend was on Saturdays. He had to look at parents for four different women. One of them would be easy. His birth mother Janet Drake usually got flowers and a card. There wasn't really much you could get someone who was dead. Tim missed her terribly, though, so he made an effort to visit her, especially on mother's day.
His step-mother Dana would be slightly easier. He knew that she was still at the point in their relationship where she was still trying to establish herself as whatever he wanted her to be. Flowers and a card as well as some chocolate might be a good thing to get. Of course, he'd make it just as special as what he was getting his mom. She wasn't pushing anything; allowing him to decide what she was. He liked that. He liked that she said they'd start out as friends first and then if he later felt comfortable calling her mom, then that was fine.
Jumping on the bus, he headed downtown. At times like this, he wished he could take the Redbird out in public. Right now, though, it was being revamped. He wanted his car. Badly. The bus dropped him off a block from the flower shop he wanted to go. The flower shop was a small one, but he loved the flowers they sold there. Shoving his Alvin Draper shades on, he casually walked down the sidewalk. Soon, the store was in view.
"Sakura Gardens," he said. "Well, here I am." Entering the store, he was hit with the overpowering scent of flowers. The women were going to love him. The bells above the door made a slight noise and soon, a middle age woman emerge from the back.
"Hi! Welcome to Sakura Gardens. How can I help you?"
Tim returned her smile. "I'm looking for some flowers for Mother's Day."
"Ah yes." The lady went behind the counter and pulled out a book. "We have several arrangements you can choose from. Or, you can make one yourself."
Approaching the counter, he peered at the book. "I've actually got several people I want get something for."
"Oh?"
Tim nodded as he flipped through the book. "Mm, hmm."
"Chuckling, the lady then set a book of flowers in front of him. "Maybe it would be easier if you were to choose the arrangement."
Nodding, he glanced over the different names of flowers. He wanted something simple yet elegant for his mother. "I want a dozen roses for my mom. Maybe with a little bit of those tiny little flowers. And then . . ." Absorbed in his task, he eventually put together everything he wanted.
*
The next day, he awoke to a stereotypical bright, sunny day. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. In between opening his eyes and actually comprehending his surroundings, he heard a cry of joy from downstairs, followed by a rapid succession of thank you Jacks.
Yawning, he crawled out from underneath his covers. His dad must have given Dana her present. He knew Dana would like the diamond earrings his dad bought her, but it was still nice to know that she liked it. He glanced at the receipt he had on the night stand. He hoped Dana liked the flowers he ordered.
"Tim! Get down here!"
"I'm coming!" he called down. Throwing a pair of sweats on, he quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face before running downstairs to see Dana affixing the earrings on her ears. "Morning dad. Morning Dana." He leaned down to give her a kiss. "Happy Mother's Day."
"Thank you Tim. Your father says he has a number of surprises lined up for me today. I'm anxious to see what they are?"
He shrugged. "Dunno. He hasn't said anything to me about it."
"Well I'm sure whatever it is, it'll be nice."
"We're going out together this evening Tim. Your grandparents are coming over today too, so make sure you're presentable."
Tim kept himself busy that day playing games, and surprisingly, talking on the phone. At least as much talking as you could to Cassandra Cain.
"Hey Cass."
"Tim! What Mother's Day?"
He blinked, a usual reaction when talking to Cassandra. "What was that?"
"Mother's Day. What that?"
"Mother's Day. It's a day that allows everyone to say thank you to your mother." He paused. "Why?"
There was a long pause on the other end of the phone. "Bruce ask Alfred to pick up flowers for Mother's Day."
Tim scratched the top of his head. "It makes sense. He's probably going to go visit his mother's grave. He can see his mother there."
"She dead."
He chuckled. "Yeah. She's dead. But she's still Bruce's mother and he wants to wish her a Happy Mother's day."
There was another pause before Cassandra spoke again. "Have no mother," she said quietly. "No one to say Happy Mother's Day to."
Biting his lip, he tried to think of something to say. He forgot about Cassandra's parental problems. "Well, maybe you could say Happy Mother's Day to Babs?"
Although he couldn't see her, he could hear the confusion in her voice. "Babs? Babs not mother."
"No, she's not. But she took care of you when you needed taking care of. She brought you in during No Man's Land. She gave you a place to stay." He felt himself smile. "I think that constitutes her as sort of a mother. Or at least a mother figure."
Silence came from the other side of the line. He knew she was taking time to take all of it in. She had no mother. David Cain wasn't much of a father to her. The girl had nobody until she ran into Babs. It was a good arrangement. But she had to accept it first.
"Babs like mother," she finally said. "I say Happy Mother's Day to Babs."
He smiled. "That's an excellent idea, Cass. Go ahead and give 'er a call."
He said his goodbyes and hung up when the doorbell rang. Yelling to his father and Dana he'd get it, he opened the door to see a young man with a small arrangement of flowers. "Hey. Is Dana Drake home?"
Nodding eagerly, Tim stepped aside and let the delivery guy in. "Hey Dana! There's someone to see you!"
Dana emerged from the kitchen. "Tim? Who is it honey?"
"This guy's asking for you." He pointed at the delivery guy in the entrance.
"Mrs. Dana Drake?"
"Yes?"
"I've got a delivery for you," he said, holding out a small arrangement of flowers. "From a Timothy Drake?"
Tim smiled as a Dana's eyes lit up. "I know it's not a humongous one like your mom and dad are probably going to get you. But, hey, you've been a great step-mom. And a cool friend." He fidgeted uncomfortably from one foot to another, trying not to blush.
"How sweet!" she gushed. "Thank you!" The delivery guy grinned and left quietly. Dana hurried to kitchen to show her husband, Tim following behind her.