I don't own the Teen Titans

Rebecca's P.O.V.

I could feel his eyes on mine. If he wasn't so self entitled and dark he could have been not that bad looking, cute even. After a few seconds his gaze left mine and I gained full concentration again on my romance novel. I could hear the laughter from downstairs slowly die down.

I had been living with these dinner parties for as long as I can remember and it was getting kid of old. The same greetings, followed by the same mindless conversations with the subtle hints and questions about my parents loyalty to the League, and then to end the evening some mindless gossip and tales of people's days to make them all laugh. For someone who wasn't supposed to know anything about the superhero business, I sure knew a lot about said business.

My parents still refused to let me join any sort of team or give me any training besides making sure my powers don't hurt anyone. Maybe the new guest will help me make them change their mind.

Mom was the most powerful person in the League but they didn't trust her. She should have been made head of the entire business even if she wasn't one of the original seven members. Instead she was put as the Vice President under the original seven.

Daddy just worked as close as Mom as possible doing whatever odd jobs that the League needed doing. The team where they had met each other had been broken apart long ago. I dreamed that one day I could restart that team and live my parents legacy, that is, if they ever let me.

When the last voice died down my dad came back into the room. Finally after like half an hour Seth took his eyes off the wall that fascinated him so.

"Uh, sorry about that dude. We had some guests over that would have been bad news if they had seen you. Did you kids have fun?"

"Dad? He is like 25 and apparently that wall over there is simply fascinating."

"I am 22 actually."

"Whatever it is practically the same thing. He is the guy from the prison isn't he Daddy? No wonder you avoided them Seth, they would have thrown you in prison again. Didn't you escape like four years ago? So where have you been?"

"Rebecca I don't think that now is the best time how about you go to bed? Thanks for keeping Seth company though. Goodnight sweetheart."

"Night Daddy. Night Seth. Say goodnight to Mom for me."

"I will."

Seth's P.O.V.

Garfield Logan led me back down the stairs to the kitchen where smoke had come from just half an hour before.

The house was had a modern, sleek, dark look to it and the furniture looked expensive, if not well worn. I knew that Raven was now the eighth person in charge at the Justice League but her costume and name had stayed the the rest of her team.

Robin had long ago abandoned his traffic light costume and became Nightwing. His wife, Starfire, had kept her super hero name but changed her costume to slightly more modest attire. Cyborg had completely abandoned his super hero days and was now the CEO of the biggest chain auto shop in the country. He went by Victor Stone now. Beast Boy got rid of his childhood costume and name and assumed the role of Changeling. His costume was changed to skin tight red, to less tight but still red.

Every one of the Titans, except for maybe Starfire, has started to look older than they really were and were starting to assume the look that Starfire had envisioned for them so many years ago. There was several updated photos of all the former Titans so I could see their aging for myself, but there wasn't a single updated photo of Raven anywhere.

I expected someone who looked worn down and defeated by her line of work, someone who was starting to lose their mind and soul. I didn't expect the beautiful strong woman that stood before me. When I walked into the kitchen a young woman was doing the dishes with her back turned to us. She was only a year younger than her husband yet she looked twenty years younger than him. Even from behind I could tell that she was poised and beautiful, her purple hair fell in short curls across her shoulders and her pale skin had no flaw. This was Rachel Roth, their was no other that had these beautiful features, except for of course her daughter.

When she turned around a flawless face stared back at me but even a beautiful face can hold deceit and deception.

"Oh my goodness! Seth it's you!" She held out her hands like she wanted to give me a hug but then pulled them back like she changed her mind. "You have grown so much! How have you been? Are you okay? Do you need help? You can stay as long as you like. If you need anything just let me know, okay? Gar, can you set up the black guest bedroom? Do you need a drink or something to eat?"

For a moment my mind took me back to the days that Rachel would take care of me in that prison cell, the days where she would treat me like a son. But she abandoned me and her entire race, no amount of false compassion could change that. "Some tea would be nice ma'am."

"Of course, you can sit in the living room to wait if you want." I nodded and left the room heading towards where she had waved with a flick of her wrist. I sensed their daughter slowly fall asleep and her father making a bed in a room directly next to his daughter's. A few moments later Raven came in with two cups of tea and a glass of what I assumed to be milk.

"Seth I can't tell you how much that I have been worrying about you. I know that you must feel like I abandoned you but I promise that I tried everything in my power to get you out of there. I want to make it up to you but I know that I will never be able to give you the proper childhood that you deserve. Please stay here though. I can train you and you can go to school if you want, just live your life the way that you want to live it, okay?"

"Thank you ma'am for letting me stay in your house." I took a sip of my tea and hoped that she didn't hear the hate that was pouring out of my own monotone.

She gave me a funny look but acted like it was nothing. I had to work on masking my emotions more, Raven was the most monotone person ever. Nobody else may be able to see through my emotionless face but I knew that she would soon catch on. "It is no issue. If you need anything, anything at all do not hesitate to ask."

"I'll do that Ms. Roth, I'll do that."

"Just call me Raven, Ms. Roth was my maiden name."

"Of course. Goodnight Raven."

She nodded as I headed up the stairs. On the way to the second room on the right I passed Garfield Logan who was coming out of what would now be my room. "Does Raven have any soy milk out for me." I assumed that the unidentifiable liquid was his soy milk so I simply nodded. "Sweet! Your room is the second door on the right." I nodded again, there was no point in him telling me, I already knew. He left down the stairs and I passed by Rebecca's room and something made me stop and look. She laid peaceful in a blanket of green that matched her father's skin tone. Her hair surrounded her face on the soft pillow and her breathing came in cute little snorts that were almost like a baby pig.

The second that she moved, her right arm over her eyes, I left the frame of her door way. I had a mission and I couldn't let some little girl ruin it.

Even if she wasn't so little anymore.