(A/N) Okay, hi! Here's a Tim shot! Hehe, Tim shot...
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Timothy Drake; Wayne trudged down the sidewalk. The fifteen year old was going to his Mother's house. It was Mother's Day, and Alfred had suggested (aka ordered) that they all give their mothers a visit. With flowers, of course.
As his hand hovered over the doorbell, he remembered the last time he had given his Mother flowers with a fond smile.
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Timmy ran over to each group of flowers, contemplating which to pick before picking it and moving on to the next group. Pretty soon, the Drake's only son had a handful of flowers as he rushed to the door.
The six year old ran into his Mother's study and called out in an excited voice, "Mommy, Mommy! Look what I made for you for Mother's Day!"
His mother raised her head and smiled at the sight of her 6 year old bouncing in front of her desk with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
They were obviously hand-picked, as he had grass stains on his knees and elbows, and pollen smeared across his hands and face.
He proudly held out the bouquet of flowers with a smile on his face that would melt a serial killer's heart.
Mrs. Drake smiled as she took the flowers with a loving, "Thank you, Timmy."
His entire face lit up as he gave her a great big hug, exclaiming, "I love you, Mommy!", before skipping off.
She just chuckled and called her maid to have her flowers put in a vase.
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Tim pressed the doorbell. Not a second later, a maid opened the door, smiling as she saw who it was.
He gave her an unsure smile back. He slowly and hesitantly made his way down the hall and to his mother's study. He took a deep breath, and opened the door.
(A/N) Does anyone actually want me to do a part 2 of this showing how things go with his mom? If not, I'm fine with that. If so, I'm fine with that. Comment!