The Circle (Damian Wayne x reader )

Chapter 9

Y/N pov

I put Nathan in the car, telling him that hs father will be the one who will pick him up. He didn't event smile at the news. I felt a pang of my heart falling. I closed the car door and watched Alfed driving away.

I almost prayed God to put some sense in Damian. I hopped that he will not stand Nathan up.

~ time skip ~

I walked toward the bridge.I wore black clothes, a hood hidding my face. I arrived in front of the crime scene. The police was no where to be seen. I looked around me. I didn't saw any cameras and no one was here. I was alone.

I looked meticulously the scene. I remembered the place of the two bodies I saw on the pictures. Then I walked under the bridge, near of the brown river.

Suddenly, I saw something hidded behind reeds. I catched it. It was a piece of paper. Something was written on it : They didn't know the answer

I took it and left quickly.

~ time skip ~

I walked toward the close down building. No one was here either. Like a shadow I enter by a broken window. I was just in front of the empty swimming pool.

The blood had been cleaned and the chaines had been taken away by the police. I searched around, for any clue. I didn't find nothing. It was not a surprise, the police, Batman and Robin had already taken every clues. Then my eyes stopped in front of a wall covered of graffiti.

There were unintresting graffitis but one retain my attention. It was hidden by the paint of other graffiti but I read it ; A hint for a treat

I took adeep breath. I was right.

~time skip ~

I came back to the Wayne's manor. Nathan and Damian should be already here.I walked inside to find Nathan and Alfred in the kitchen.

Alfred was cooking and Nathan had his head down, fixing a piece of paper.

''Alfred, where is Damian ? '' I asked

'' Hecalled me, asking me to pick Nathan up from school for him. He saidhe has to work in his second office '' Alfred responded with a sad smile, knowing the context.

I sighed and went to Nathan.

'' hey little tiger, how was your day ? '' I asked trying to be cheerfull.

''Good. ''

He didn't said anything else. I glanced at the piece of paper. My heart skipped a beat as my blood ran cold :

I have five fingers

I'm not made of bones or flesh

Who am I ? 

Third 's pov

In the dark room, two screens lit up. One was showing a picture of a black figure under a bridge, apiece of paper in its hand. The other was shwoing the same black figure in front of a wall covered by graffitis. 

'' She is playing ''

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Hi everyone ^^

I hope you like this chapter. It's a short chapter sorry :(

Did you know the answer ? 

Have a nice day ^^