Real/Safe Deleted Scenes

Jonny Boy

Damian~

"You're ready for this. You have prepared for every situation. You will be fine." I mutter to myself, staring down my reflection.

I don't get nervous. But there is a sickly feeling in my stomach, and Pennyworth has informed me that I lack ailment. Therefore, I have come to the conclusion that I must be concerned.

It's preposterous. Imbicilic even. But, there's no denying it.

I'm scared to let Jon meet Cora.

It's not that I think he'll hurt her. He's too pure for that. In fact, that seems to be the problem. He's pure and innocent. He's good.

I'm bloodstained, and wrathful. Whether or not she sees me as such now doesn't mean that she's not going to change her mind. Jon wins everybody over. Even me!

They both did that.

I respect Jon, in some capacity. I know he would never try to woo Cora from me. But that doesn't mean it won't happen.

Me and Cora have only been dating for a few months. The happiest few months of my life, but how long does it take for someone to gain a sure attraction? How do I know she won't leave me?

A knock rings through the room. I rush to open it, that sick feeling turning sharp in my chest for a split second.

"Hello, Beloved." I greet. She beams at me.

"Hey, babe." She returns. "You excited?" She bounces slightly on her heels. I raise a brow.

"For?" I question.

"Well, your friend is coming over for a mission. So you get to see your friend, and go on a mission." She clarifies. "It sounds like fun." She shrugs.

"It promises to be interesting." I try to smile. Her eyes sharpen instantly.

"Is something wrong?" She asks. I restrain my flinch.

"Why would there be something wrong?" I question. Her gaze flickers over me.

"I don't know, that's why I asked. But it's obvious there's something on your mind." She says gently. I hesitate, but honesty tends to be the better option with her.

"I'm," I hesitate, until she gives me a look of genuine acceptance. "Nervous. I'm nervous for you to meet Jon." I admit. Her expression softens.

"Well that's normal. I thought you were worried about the mission." She breathes in relief. I blink stupidly back at her.

"It's, normal?" I question. There's a strike of fear in me. But she nods with a smile.

"Of course. If me and Jon don't get along for whatever reason, it puts you in a tight spot." She reasons. I pause.

"I feel as though I should be blunt." I state. "That's the opposite of my thought process." She scrunches her face in confusion.

"Can you elaborate a bit?" She asks, a slight smile on her face. I glance down the hallway.

"Do you want to come in?" I offer. She raises an eyebrow.

"Sure." She follows me inside and closes the door. "Why?" She questions.

"I'm not proud of this emotion." I tell her the truth. "But it would be unfair to lie to you." Her expression turns grave.

"Dami, is everything okay?" She reaches out gently, resting a hand on my arm. It settles some of the sick feeling.

"I worry that you and Jon will get along too well." I tell her. Something akin to disgust or confusion works it's way onto her face.

"You think I'm gonna fall for him?" She asks. It sends a pang to my heart.