Author's Notes: at long last, this saga is finished. I hope I've lived up to the request. There is always potential for me to return to this story though with other heroines if there's interest (on your side and mine), so get reviewing and let me know what you think :)

Tim had felt a little weird training Arrowette to start with. She wasn't a rookie hero like the others, but had been a young hero when he had. The difference was though that Cissie King-Jones had put down the costume and stopped being Arrowette years ago. Now she wanted to get back in the game though, she needed training.

Tim adjusted quickly. Cissie was a good student, and their friendship was strong enough to withstand him telling her what to do. The truth is by this point, there was only one thing Tim found himself distracted by: the short skin-tight clothes Cissie insisted on wearing to train.

He couldn't help it if his eyes occasionally were drawn to the blonde's tight black short shorts. Or if he found himself glancing at her bare midriff beneath an equally tight black sports bra. He blinked and regained his focus. "You're coming in too wide with that roundhouse kick," he commented.

Cissie had always thought Tim was cute. She couldn't help it. She'd even kissed him once although they'd never talked about that. And these training sessions... Well she loved them. And she'd be lying if she denied choosing her clothes very carefully. "That punch was weak," he told her as her fist smacked into the punching bag.

His hand touched her wrist and she felt her heart racing. "Here," he said quietly, moving her hand with his, "like this." She felt a smile playing on her lips, his skin touching hers. She looked over, her eyes meeting his. Then she realised he'd asked her a question but she had no idea what. She answered the only way she knew how. She kissed him.

There was a moment's hesitation, but then he was kissing her right back. Slowly he lowered her down to the ground onto her back, his body pressed down on top of hers. Her legs split apart, one on either side of his torso. His hands dropped to meet them, running along her smooth thighs.

His lips dropped from hers to her neck and kissed down to her collarbone which his mouth started to trace the outline off. She moaned softly into you, her body starting to tremble. His hands continued to search her legs thoroughly, stroking every inch of smooth silky skin, before his hands slipped to her inner thighs and started to spread her legs wider apart.

With her legs open to him, one of Tim's hands found itself sliding up to her crotch and rubbing through her shorts with surprising force. The other hand flew to her bra, running round to her back and unlatching it then tugging it away from her. Cissie found herself caught in an uncontrollable series of moans as he pleasured her body.

One hand grasped her breast and slowly pumped it up and down on her chest, while the other slipped inside her shorts. She felt his fingers teasing her clit, and her moans were only silenced by his lips locking hers into another kiss. Two fingers pressed into her entrance, and the fabric of her shorts was stretched further and further as he thrust them back and forth inside her, deeper and deeper.

Her whole body shook and her hips bucked madly but somehow he kept complete control of her. Her moans filled the room whenever his lips broke from hers for air. It was only when she felt herself right on the edge that his fingers finally retracted. She was still catching her breath as his own clothes were discarded and her shorts shuffled down past her ankles.

Tim positioned himself above her, the tip of his penis already inside her wet entrance, and Cissie bit down hard on her bottom lip as he lowered himself further and further, until he was nestled inside her. Then he slid back slightly, only to slam back down into her with superhuman force. Cissie cried out as Tim started to thrust into her harder and harder.

Her legs flew into the air with the impact and his left hand quickly grasped her thigh once more, holding it in place. His right hand pinned her opposite wrist down by her head. His eyes remained locked on hers the whole time as he fucked her.

He pounded her down into the floor with everything he had, and Cissie's exquisite noises of pleasure reflected this. His cock sliding in and out of her trembling wet pussy with enviable force. Cissie's body was screaming at her with joy, whilst every thought in her head was overpowered by the rhythm of Tim Drake fucking her hard.

She moaned. She squeaked. She screamed. She whimpered. Tim never once let up. Cissie felt herself climaxing twice before he finally reached the finish line himself. Both moaned out in unison, his ejaculation setting off her third orgasm. "Now that's what I call training..." Cissie grinned, her body slumped down in exhaustion. Tim was laying next to her now: "class is same time tomorrow," he smirked back, "but first..." She felt his fingers slip into her vagina once more and her whole body tensed up again, "I have homework for you..." Cissie let out an A Star worthy moan of pleasure as her body shook and began to spasm, in response to the movements of his fingers...