Robin was patrolling the area. Very little happened out near Hudson U, but he figured it couldn't hurt to check. Eventually he spotted a gang fight brewing. Robin mused to himself about how so many Hudson U students were unaware of the happenings beyond their pristine walls. Just as he was about to swoop in to stop the fight. He noticed a cloud of gas suddenly appear amidst the gangsters. He listened closely as he heard several twangs of a ...bowstring? When the gas dissipated, Robin saw that several of them had been netted while Arrowette of all people was fighting off the remaining thugs.

"Funny," Robin thought to himself, watching her fight, "she never used those moves before. Like street fighting. Wonder where she learned that from."

Arrowette knocked out what she thought was the last guy when suddenly she heard someone attacking from behind. Before she could even react the attacker went silent. Arrowette turned around to see Robin standing on top of the now unconscious thug, not two feet away from her.

"Missed one," he smirked.

For an instant, Arrowette felt relief. Then the anger she'd felt toward Robin the last time she'd seen him returned.

"Come to show me up Bat boy?" she sneered.

Robin actually looked...hurt. "No," he said softly. "You did a good job here. I didn't interfere until I had to."

"Had to? Jesus Robin, you never did have faith in our abilities, did you?"

A gloved hand gently hushed her mouth.

"That's not it, Arrowette," he spoke with deepest sincerity. Arrowette felt that he was looking deep into her eyes behind his mask. She wished she could see his eyes. "I've always had faith in you and the others. I only interfered because I didn't want to see you...hurt."

Was Robin blushing? That blush...the way he looked away when he blushed. "God, get a grip Cissie!" she told herself. "Just because you keep finding similarities between Tim and..."

Her thoughts stopped short. Of course. This is why Tim had seemed so familiar to her. And why she'd dismissed it because she didn't recognize the eyes. She'd never seen Robin's eyes. Tim and Robin...were the same.

"Tim," she said softly.

Robin stood there, stunned. She was right. Why else would he have reacted like that? Her shock quickly turned to anger. He was Robin. He knew Cissie was Arrowette and that Arrowette was Cissie. He hadn't bothered to tell her. They'd shared a bed and he didn't trust her still. She'd actually fallen...no. She couldn't be in love with him. Not now. She felt tears stinging her eyeballs, threatening to pour out.

"Cissie," Robin stepped forward, trying to hold Cissie. She pushed him away and slapped him, hard, across the face.

"No, Robin, and never again."

And with that, she was gone. Robin stood there, in shock for awhile. He could still feel her hand on his cheek. It stung. It hurt like hell. More because of what it meant than anything, but she was an archer, there was a lot of power in that strike. He wouldn't be surprised if he had a bruise in the morning.

Robin made his way back home. He stripped out of his costume, held his mask in his hand. Everything was messed up now. "I should have just told her the truth," he thought. "I can never get her back now. Not that I won't try though, but..."

He already missed her. He looked at the spot she'd lay that morning, in his arms. The pillow was still dented. Tim lay his head on the pillow, hugging it tightly, and cried himself to sleep.

Bonnie observed her daughter more closely than Cissie realized. Lately, Cissie had been out a lot with one of the young graduate students from the University. Cissie had brought him by the dormitory too, the three of them spending time together. Tim...Drake was his name. He was a nice young man. Very polite. He seemed to be very good for Cissie. She'd been much happier than Bonnie had seen her in years. Ever, actually. Lately though, Cissie had become even crankier than usual. For a couple of weeks flowers arrived for Cissie daily. Cissie always cursed them and found more and more creative ways to destroy them. The flowers eventually waned and finally stopped. Bonnie could hear Cissie crying at night when she thought Bonnie was asleep. It pained her to see her daughter like this. One day after Cissie returned from the daycare, Bonnie decided it was finally time to address the issue.

"Cissie," Bonnie called her daughter's attention as she stalked across the room, slamming the door behind her.

"What!" Cissie snapped.

Bonnie glared at her daughter. She knew Cissie wasn't mad at her...this time. But Bonnie still wasn't going to tolerate that kind of behavior.

"Sit down," Bonnie commanded. "We need to talk."

"I've got nothing to talk about," was Cissie's response.

"Yeah right," Bonnie quipped. The more softly, "Where's Tim been?"

For a second, Cissie's face flared with anger. Then, obviously realizing she could not fool her mother, Cissie revealed all the sadness she'd felt recently. "He's gone," she said softly.

"But I thought you and he..." Bonnie lead.

"He lied to me Mom. I can't...I can't say more but... he lied, he didn't think he could trust me and just...it hurts."

"I see. Sounds pretty serious. But what do you feel for him?"

"Anger," Cissie answered quickly, hotly, sharply. Like her father, Bonnie rolled her eyes.

"He sure seemed crazy about you."

Tears brimmed, threatening to fall. "He used me," Cissie said.

Bonnie empathized with her daughter. Once upon a time, Bonnie had felt rather used herself. By Ollie, actually. But that was water under the bridge. She knew she hadn't loved Ollie, but she could see very clearly that Cissie had loved Tim.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Shall we call the boys to beat him up?"

Cissie snorted a laugh. "No...he could probably take them anyway."

"All three plus Lian?"

Cissie nodded. "Yeah."

"Well..." Bonnie continued. "You'll find your knight in shining armor someday."

Cissie smiled. "Thanks, Mom."

Jon Kent was leaving the clinic to grab a bite to eat more digestible than what was served in the hospital cafeteria. It was a good thing he didn't need sleep like regular humans did, but food was another matter and his residency just simply didn't leave enough time for it.

Standing outside the clinic was none other than Jon's good friend, Tim Drake. Of course, Jon had known Tim first as Robin when they were on Young Justice together. Luckily since then they'd happened to meet at a big social gathering in Gotham to which they had both attended with their families. A good cover to protect both of their alteregos.

"Hey, mi amigo!" Jon belted, giving Tim a hearty handshake. "What brings you here."

"I needed someone to talk to." It was then that Jon noticed the hurt and pain in Tim's eyes. "I was hoping the doctor might be in?"

Jon winced at the bad joke, but smiled. "Anything. What are best friends for anyway?"

Jon had insisted they go someplace to eat to talk since he was starving. Tim drove his convertible and was quiet most of the way. Jon knew Tim well enough to know that when Tim was ready to talk he would. There was no point in pushing it.

At lunch, Jon wolfed down his food. Tim barely touched his. Finally, Tim broke the silence. "I think I really messed up."

"How so, buddy?"

"I...you're the only, uh YJ-er I actually told..." Jon understood and nodded. "Well, I ran into someone else and...well she found out and now...well now things aren't so good."

"Okaaaay," Jon speculated. He knew it wasn't Martha because she'd known Tim from the get go. Secret was confined at DEO headquarters. That left... "Cassie or Cissie?"

Tim blushed. This was not at all like Tim. He only acted this way when...when...oh...now Jon understood. "Cissie," his non-meta friend answered.

Jon nodded. "So...what happened?"

"I met her," Tim explained. Jon knew by the emphasized "I" that Tim meant that Tim Drake had met Cissie King-Jones. "And we kind of...had a thing going." Jon's eyes bugged out.

"You and...Cissie?"

Tim looked hurt. "Is that so hard to believe?" His voice was cold.

"No, no, man I didn't mean it like that just..." Jon sighed. "It's just unexpected is all. Like if I was sitting here saying Bart and I..." Tim started laughing. "See. Now go on."

"Okay Okay. Anyway...I wanted to tell her...you know." Jon nodded again. "But I couldn't and well, she's not dumb Jon. She figured it out and now...she won't talk to me and I just." Tim was visibly upset now. He gasped a breath before saying, "I love her, Jon."

Jon was dumbfounded. He carefully put his sandwich down and folded his napkin neatly in his lap. "Wow." He looked at Tim. "Is there anything I can do?"

Tim shook his head. "I just needed to...get that out of my system. She won't talk to me, I have to respect that. I don't want it to seem like I'm sending all my friends to pester her too."

Tim then smiled weakly. "Thanks Jon. You know, for listening."

Jon smirked. "Anytime pal." Then he leaned in real close. "But if I do run into Arrowette I'll see what I can do." He whispered with a wink.