(A/N: Hey guys, beans here! So I got a little something special for you today. This is an alternate version of the previous chapter. Only in this version y/n did not go to the future with Starfire. I scrapped it because it would be pretty boring having virtually a whole chapter without y/n; in any case I hope you enjoy this deleted scene.
Starfire followed up the address given to her by Cyborg and had arrived on a modest sized farm. Starfire was taken aback by the tranquility; the wheat swaying in the gentle breeze; the birdsong playing above her head. She made towards the front door, on the way there she noticed that he drive had room for two cars but only one was present: it was black, not fancy but not unappealing either. Without further thought, Starfire knocks purposefully on the door.
Starfire: Hello? Is anyone the home?
???: Just a minute!
Starfire recognised that voice, but it couldn't be, it was far too... happy. The door opened to reveal the older Raven, Starfire was flabbergasted by her appearance. Raven had aged incredibly well, looking far more beautiful than Starfire recalled. She wore comfortable jeans and a white blouse. A large bulge was protruding under the clothing. In her hand was a mixing bowl, she was clearly preparing some sort of cake before Starfire arrived.
Raven: Oh my god, hi!
This was what threw Starifre the most, there was zero resemblance of the old Raven in the newer one's voice. She seemed bubbly and vibrant: a normal person.
Raven: It's so good to see you Star! Come in!
Cut to the two sitting on opposite sofas.
Starfire: Friend Raven, how did you become the fat?
Raven looks momentarily shocked, before bursting into fits of laughter.
Raven: Star! I'm not fat, I'm pregnant.
Starfire gasps and grins with glee.
Starfire: Congratulations, dear friend!
Raven: Thank you. The little trooper's lived in there for seven months. I can't wait to meet her.
Starfire smiles.
Starfire: So, who is the father?
Elsewhere, a large crowd can be seen around a booth at a farmer's market. Patrons walked away with all manner of crops, faced brazen with satisfied smiles. One old lady makes conversation with the booth owner.
Old Lady: How is your wife dear?
y/n: Uhh, still gorgeous, still pregnant.
Old Lady: How far?
y/n: Six months... I think.
Old Lady: Give her my best.
y/n: I will Mrs. Gordon.
y/n left his booth with his money having sold all his crops for the day. Instead of getting in his pickup- he walks down a shady alley and looks around for any spectators before getting into a car.
y/n: Drive.
Later, the same car is seen parked by the street. In the passenger seat is y/n. He is wearing black clothes including a baggy hoodie but has his old daredevil mask on. In the drivers seat is none other than Dick Grayson- Nightwing.
Nightwing: So now I'm in deep trouble. I mean, one more jolt of this death ray and I'm an epitaph. Somehow I managed to find cover and what does Mr. Freeze do?
y/n: He starts monologuing.
Nightwing: He starts monologuing. He starts like this prepared speech about how feeble I am compared to him. How inevitable my defeat is, how the world will soon be his! Yada, yada, yada.
