Real/Safe Deleted Scenes

Scars

*Alternate ending to Safe
Cora POV:

"Alright, Mrs. Sanchez. The scar tissue has fully healed. You are free to remove them at your leisure." Alfred informs.

"Thank you, Alfred. I might need a moment if you don't mind." I say quietly.

Throughout the entire examination I've felt awkward and very exposed. Then there was the added bonus of being accutely aware of my scars.

Usually I can just forget that they're there. But when they're in focus it's hard to forget, even when my mind wanders.

I run a finger over the scar on my shoulder. The raised skin feels oddly comforting under the pads of my fingers. I hate all of my scars, except this one. This one is proof.

Proof that it happened. Proof that I pissed him off enough to snap. Proof that I can heal. Proof that I'm still healing. Proof that I survived.

I clutch my shirt to my body tightly. Should I really get rid of all of them? Would it be right to leave even one? Would it turn into a painful reminder? Could it turn into mine? It's my choice to keep it, to have it there. Not his. So could this one scar be mine?

I run my hands through my hair. I finally get the courage to leave the medbay. I pad across the stone floor of the cave. My footsteps echo in the silence.

My head spins with thoughts and over thoughts. I can't even reach most of my scars, so if I do get rid of them I'd have to ask someone to help me. I could ask Damian, but would he think I'm weak for wanting them gone?

I know how Tim and Jason feel about them. They told me as much and Tim even made the device. But oddly enough, I'd want it to be Damian, even if he thinks I'm weak.

The process itself would be so, intimate and exposing. I trust all of the boys with my life, but I just don't think I could share that with anyone else. Damian has already seen that side of me, to an extent. He covered my scars and made them beautiful.

Maybe it would be okay with him. I want at least one gone, if you could count it as one. Technically it's two, but the shape it makes is only one thing. It's a brand that I can't wait to be rid of.

The smaller ones are sensitive and I can feel them against my shirt if I pay attention, so I want them gone too. He got to me so many times. He hurt me so many times. I don't want that to be forever immortalized on me. I want them gone.

Except for one. I suppose if I do end up resenting it I can remove it. This is just one. He only had me once, and I survived that. I am his last victim. This will be the last scar he'll ever have made. I can carry that burden.

With that in my mind like a mantra, I feel the rise of the elevator. It's replaying in a loop as I stride down the hallway. It echoes as I find the device in my bedside drawer.

I knock sharply on Damian's door. I wait only moments before it opens to reveal my loving boyfriend. His eyes are soft as he looks at me, then curious as he spots the device in my hand.

"Hello Beloved." He greets, opening his door wider to allow me inside his room. I do like his room.

"Hello my love." I greet back, feeling anxious over what I'm about to ask him.

"What's wrong?" He questions with a knowing look.

"Alfred just got done with the check up." I say quietly. He nods slowly.

"What was the verdict?" He asks, although I don't think he needs to.

"Fully healed. I can get rid of them now." I say, a smattering of hope in my words.