Bishop Haven

"Mother! Can you get Jetta to leave me alone, please?"

Raven peered into the den at her two children. Her twelve-year-old son, Skylor, sat on the couch with a thick black book in hand. His purple hair stood spiked as his blue eyes moved over the words on the page he was reading.

On the floor was her ten-year-old daughter, Jetta. She was playing Dance Dance Revolution Extreme. Her blonde hair played gleefully in the air and her purple eyes focused on the television.

"What's the problem?" Raven asked.

Skylor brought his eyes up to meet his mothers. "Jetta's harassing me to play that stupid game with her."

Raven looked to her daughter. Jetta never removed her attention from her game.

"Jetta?" Raven asked.

"I only asked him once if he'd like to dance also. I thought he'd like the practice for his big date next week." She still never broke her concentration while she explained herself.

Raven looked to Skylor. "Date? When were you going to ask me?"

Skylor sighed. "You're a little old to go to my dance with me, so I didn't ask. However, I did ask if I could go. You said yes. Naturally, it's only right that I take a date to dance with. It's not big like my dear little sister implies. Just a girl." He talked all the while he read. His voice was calm and relaxed. Raven loved that about him. He rarely got agitated to the point where it was reflected in his actions and words.

Raven found herself smiling. She again looked to Jetta.

Jetta must have felt her mother's eyes on her or she was just ready for a response. "She's older. So I thought you might want to impress her. I'm pretty good you know?"

It was true. Jetta had some rhythm. "Older?" Raven cocked her eye at her son.

"Just a year." He said brushing it off, still with the same coolness as before.

Not once did Skylor get embarrassed while talking to his mother about his personal life. She prided herself on the relationship she shared with her kids. They weren't afraid to talk to her about anything. And rarely did they ever get embarrassed about the topic.

Skylor was much like herself as a teenager. Quiet, passive, reserved, easily annoyed. And he read and reread a lot of her old books. But that's where their similarities stop. The rest of his personality was much like his father. Confident, assertive, popular. Everything she was not. Therefore, she really wasn't all that surprised to hear that he had asked out a girl a year older than himself- and that she had accepted.

Jetta on the other hand was almost silent. All the time. She was extremely smart and very confident, but none-the-less, quiet. Not so much around her family, but in everyday life. Raven has frequently received complaints from her teachers at school about her lack of participation in class. Apparently being number three in her class thus far isn't enough.

"Anyone I know?" Raven asked.

"Doubt it. Lilian Grayson. Heard of her?"

Raven thought hard for a moment. Lilian Grayson. Not ringing a bell. "Nope." She said.

Raven watched Jetta change songs and dance to a new beat. That is definitely a talent you inherited from your father. She thought. God knows I can't move like that. Though I'm not sure I've ever tried.

Skylor continued to read not giving either his mother or sister another glance. He would always respond when spoken to, but preferred not to be interrupted. Just like me.

"Raven." A deep voice called through the house.

Raven glanced at each child again before turning around and walking out the door. She made her way to the entry where her husband stood with a stack of mail.

He stood about seven inches taller than her with dark blonde hair and glowing blue eyes. He wore black dress slacks and a black long sleeved polo shirt. The shirt fit snuggly enough to show his well-toned body.

Raven smiled slightly at him. Looking at him always made her feel like a teenager with a crush.

He looked over to her and grinned. "How is my beautiful wife this evening?"

"I'm not quite sure who you're referring too, but I'm good." Raven teased.

He put down the stack of envelopes and took the few feet that separated them in stride. He slid his arms around her waist and kissed her tenderly.

"Mmm…" Raven sighed. "I love how you always kiss me like we've been apart for a week."

He smiled. "Being apart from you all day makes it feel like I've been without you for a month." He kissed her again and ran his hands down her back and to her butt, pulling her in against him. "I love you." He said softly into her ear.

"And I love you." She said in the same low tone.

"And I love the way you act like you just got married." Skylor said from behind with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. It didn't bother him to see his parents wrapped in each others arms. He was glad they were still in love. Then they wouldn't have a broken home. "Did I get any mail?"

Raven and Kaleb turned to face their son.

"Actually you did." Kaleb answered letting go of Raven after kissing her forehead. Back over to the stack of mail, Kaleb removed the third piece from the top and handed it to Skylor.

Skylor took it and opened it. A small smile played on his lips.

"What is it, Sky?" Raven asked curiously.

"Nothing really. I wrote to an author a few months ago about a book he wrote. And it's the reply."

"And what book might that be?" Kaleb questioned opening a few more envelopes.

"Jump City's History: Edition 15. It was written three years ago. And they left out some major details. I complained and he promises to revise."

Raven noticed how he spoke in monotone on a regular basis. She always did to devoid her voice of emotion. She found herself wondering why her son did. He didn't have too much of his grandfathers blood in him, therefore most of the dangerous magic was lost. He was studying telekinesis under her supervision, but he was only two years into it. It was be at least another two years before he may be faced with the emotional problem. And even then it depended on whether or not he went into empathy or not.

"What did he leave out?" Kaleb asked handing Raven a piece of mail.

"The Teen Titans."

Raven and Kaleb looked to him. He was looking at them in return with a knowing smile before he turned and left.

Raven frowned. "They're too smart." She said brining back her monotone.

"They?" Kaleb questioned.

"Yes. I'm sure they've both figured it out by now. We have very bright children."

"About both of us?"

He sounded unconcerned. Not that she thought wrong of that. She wasn't really worried about it either. "I don't know about you. But me… I'm almost positive."

Kaleb nodded as he sighed pushing a piece of paper at Raven. She read it quickly and moaned.

"It's not good enough that she's a strait A student and has been for three years. She has to be friendly as well." She said with utmost disgust.

"You know what?" Kaleb started in response, clearly sharing her frustration. "I don't care how much they complain. As long as Jetta's not struggling or being problematic, she can stay as quiet as she wants. She's not hurting anyone or anything, is she?"

"'Jetta Bishop is an exceptional student. However, she lacks the ability to participate in class discussions.'"

"We know our daughter is very opinionated…" Kaleb fumed. "Just because she chooses to hold her tongue doesn't mean she lacks anything. They just lack the ability to notice her good judgment."

Raven grinned. "Jetta." She called, though not loudly.

Jetta rounded the corner. "Yes?"

Raven handed her the letter.

Raven and Kaleb watched her read it.

Once finished, Jetta handed it back to her mother. She had no expression. Something both her and her brother had picked up from their mother, as well as the monotone they both used outside the house.

"What do you think?" Raven asked.

"The 'discussions' they refer to are pointless. It's a waste of time and breath."

Raven fought her urge to smile. "You're probably right. Do me a favor, though. Next time your teacher starts a discussion, give your honest opinion. All of it."

Jetta looked steadily at her mother for a time. "Are you sure you want that?"

Raven let her smile dance now. "They want participation, they didn't say it had to be constructive. Just stay on topic and be respectful."

Jetta thought for a moment. She was decoding her mother's advice. She smiled. "Alright. I will." She left the entry with that smile.

"Are you sure that was wise?" Kaleb asked.

Raven turned to face him. "They're going to get what they're asking for. That's all."

Kaleb smiled shaking his head. "I'm not sure you're a good influence."

"Once they stop trying to change my daughter, I'll stop unleashing her." Her voice was stiff with annoyance.

He chuckled and pulled her close. "You're bad."

"And you like me that way."

He nibbled her neck. "More than you know."

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