Who: Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, and Alfred Pennyworth (npc). Where: Gotham; Starting at Stephanie's House, to Gotham High, and back again. When: Saturday, June 5th, 2010 Summary: Tim and Stephanie go to Prom together. He attempts to woe her. Typical teenage dating fun.
Tim was nervous. Dodging bullets and going hand to hand with gangsters and supervillains was one thing, but picking up Stephanie Brown for the Prom of all things was quite another. For weeks, he had agonized over precisely how everything should go down, trying to meticulously plot out every detail. The trouble was in finding a way to make the night memorable without flashing his wealth too exuberantly, as he wanted to impress her wtihout overly flaunting his wallet. She knew as well as everyone else at their school how rich his family was, even without his close assocation to Bruce Wayne, and so the last thing he wanted to do was shove any of it in her face. Of course, that did not mean he was going to be a cheap date, so much as a restrained one, as he did not want to do too much.
"I dare say you worry too much, Master Tim", Alfred said reassuringly. "It's not as though you are going to find the Joker on the other side of that door", he added, gesturing from Tim's flank toward the front door of Stephanie's house. They were both standing beside the limousine that was the staple of high school proms. The only difference, of course, was that this limousine actually actually belonged to the Drake family.
"I know, I just... I really like her, Alfred. I don't want to screw this up", Tim said, as he checked his appearance in the drivers side mirror for the third time.
"Then I do suggest that you get a move on, before she notices you out here like this", Aflred said with a little laugh, clapping Tim on the shoulder. "It'll be fine, my boy."
Turning to Alfred, who was in many ways a surrogate father figure much like Bruce was to him, Tim finally nodded. "Yeah. Yeah...", he trailed off, as he turned on his heel and made his way up the drive way toward the front door. For this occasion, he wore a black suit and trousers, with a red waist coat, green dress shirt, and yellow tie. To anyone else, he would have looked either trendy or ridiculous, but to her he would just be wearing 'his colors', which was of course the point. Drawing a quick breath, he reached out and knocked on the door, preparing himself for the very real possibility of coming face to face with Stephanie's mother.
He kept one hand behind his back, hiding something there.