“Ahh” cooed Starfire. She was sitting under a tree with Raven, watching the kids play. Raven herself was watching Rebecca read under another tree. “She’s just like me.” Thought Raven. It was true. Rebecca was gothic, and her mother’s hair and personality. However she had her father’s deep green eyes. Her skin was a mix of her parents, but Raven’s gene was defiantly the dominant one.
Raven walked over to her daughter. “What are you reading, Rebecca?” she asked here daughter. “Edgar Alan Poe’s best poems.” She replied in a monotone just like her mothers. “Ahh, yes.” Raven said, remembering reading them when she was her age. “The Raven, Nevermore. I read them when I was your age. “Yes mother, I know. You are the one who sparked my interest.” Rebecca said, not even looking at up her mother. “ You know what, Rebecca?” began Raven, “You’re just like me.” Rebecca smiled to herself. She had always wanted to be like Raven, the Teen Titan her mother loved to tell stories about. “It’s true Mother’s very much like Raven,” she thought, “but Mother’s more able to show her emotions.” Little did she know that Raven was her mother.
“Stella!” called Robin, “In the den please!” “I’m coming Richard, I’m coming!” Raven replied, slowly getting up from where she sat. “Is it time?” she asked “Are we really going back to the teen years?” she asked, hardly believing she was about to go hand to hand again. “Yes, Raven, we are.” Came her husband’s voice out of the corner. “It’s good to her my real name again.” Raven said, happy to hear it.
“Let’s go change.” Suggested Beast Boy. “Good idea, BB.” Cyborg replied, pressing a button on his neck. “Holographic Deactivation!” he said and he was good – ole’ Cyborg again. Beast Boy did the same. “Raven, Starfire, and I will be right back. You know what to do if a kid comes, right?” Robin asked commandingly. Beast Boy and Cyborg nodded.