Bruce Wayne scattered the files across his black desk as he tried to find the mystery about {Y/N} Kent. Millions of pictures of {Y/N} were on his desk but none of them showed the true mystery for what he was searching for.
He sighed, rubbing his chin with his hand as he thought about the possibilities of this situation. He then slid off his Batman mask then sipped away at his black coffee, closing his eyes for a moment to think.
He had his elbows propped on the desk as he searched for the mystery of {Y/N} Kent. No one knew a single thing about her, only Clark, but the story he told didn't piece correctly.
Bruce stood up from his chair, running a hand through his jet black hair then walking away from his desk, taking a break from this brain-teasing mess.
Rustling came behind him, but as he looked back, there was a certain file on the rocky wet ground of the Batcave.
Bruce went towards it as he saw
{Y/N}'s name was written in a bloody red all over the folder, with a couple of morbid smiles decorated all over it.
He didn't hesitate to open it, his icy blue eyes scanned all over the folder, reading;
YOUR NAME: {Y/N} {M/N} Kent.
SEX: Female.
PARENTS: Unknown. But her father adopted her, Clark Kent.
AGE: Sixteen.
HEIGHT: {Y/H}
ABILITIES: Unknown.
ORGIN STORY: Unknown.
His eyes were squinted as he reread it a thousand of times, only trying to find a hint to this mystery.
As if thousands of footsteps were behind him, he looked back and saw one single hint that lead to this biggest of questions.
A Joker card in a bag that had
{Y/N}'s information written all over it. . .
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❖ Bittersweet Tragedy ❖ || Batboys X Reader
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