Tim hands on one of the flowers, feeling the soft, moist stem. His blue eyes were wide, looking at you. He looks at the plants so you don't notice that he has looked at you a lot,.

Tim usually shops at the flower shop where you work. Twice a week he comes into the store at your work hour, otherwise he tends to look out the window when he walks through Gotham.

"I'll buy these." He tells you, as he pointed to some beautiful white flowers. He used to shop for his parents' grave.