Raven sat on the couch in the sitting room of the two bedroom house she called home, turning silently through the pages of the morning paper. It was a slow news day, and Raven found herself flipping through, not so much reading as she was going through a morning routine. It was a very nice spring morning, the rain they had gotten the previous night had stopped, and now the birds outside the window sang happily in the morning sunlight.

It was peaceful. Nice. Quiet.

And then she heard a loud shriek come from the bathroom.

"So much for that." She muttered quietly to herself, before speaking louder so her voice would carry. "Is that you Gar? Is everything okay?"

She was answered by the sounds of heavy footsteps and cursing coming towards her from down the hall. Raven looked up to see what all the commotion was about, and had to pause for a moment to keep herself from laughing. Years of practiced control almost seemed to be leading up to this test of her strength. She nearly failed.

"You're red." She stated. And indeed he was. Standing, still somewhat wet and wrapped in a towel, stood her husband and from the top of his head, to the tip of his toes his skin and hair were no longer the green she had come to expect but instead a very bright red.

"Yes Raven, I had noticed that. Thank you."

"You look silly."

"Again, thank you." He groaned to her. "I guess you think this is funny then, dying me red?"

"Yes love, moderately so."

Garfield looked down at his hands, inspecting the red colour, wincing.

"This is going to take forever to get out Raven." He whined. "I can't believe you'd do something like this, you always say you're above this kind of childish thing."

"Wait a second," She answered. "You think I did that to you? Did the dye soak into your brain? You should know better than that."

"Well if it wasn't you, than who? Dick? Vic? Neither one of them have been over to visit the house in weeks!" He was getting worked up, and Raven had a feeling that even without the dye, his face would be a shade of red right now. "For almost a month, the only people to step foot in this house have been you, me and..."

He stood there, eyes wide, looking straight ahead as if having seen a ghost.

"REBECCA LOGAN YOU GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!"

The quick, light patter of feet could be heard, as their fourteen year old daughter came trouncing into the living room.

"Hey dad, you okay? You look embarrassed." She grinned.

Raven watched as Garfield's eyes buried their gaze into Rebecca. Studying her, as if trying to figure out the best way to tackle the situation. He did so for minutes on end, not saying a word. Becca's smile faded as time went on, and soon she began to look worried, realizing that perhaps she had gotten herself into a bit of trouble.

Finally, Garfield's studying came to an end, and he began to slowly walk towards his daughter.

"YOU!"

Rebecca took a step back. "Look Dad, I'm sorry I-"

"YOU!"

"You have to understand, I thought you'd find it fu-"

"YOU!" He reached forward, enveloping her into a large hug, beginning to laugh. "ARE MY DAUGHTER!"

Oh lord, Raven was afraid of that. This was the last thing she needed, another one.

"So... am I in trouble dad?" Becca seemed to not know what to make of it.

"A little, but I'm also proud of you. Pulling one over on me means you have serious potential." He beamed as only a proud father can. "I think it's time we team up and see what kind of wars we can start!"

Her daughter giggled with excitement just as Raven was mentally slamming her head against a brick wall. She desperately needed to set some ground rules.

"Ahem." She cleared her throat. "I'm all for daughter daddy bonding, I am, but if you're going to be getting into prank wars, leave me out of it. I want nothing to do with any of them."

"No problem mom," Becca smiled. " You're totally the Switzerland of our prank UN."

"Why doesn't that fill me with confidence?" She asked, before turning back to her husband. "You should really go back into the shower and see if you can wash any of that off of you. You really do look absolutely ridiculous in that colour."

Blushing, he nodded in agreement and turned around to take a few more showers for the morning.

At least... she thought he was blushing.