Saiyan of Gotham

Ojaga Wayne: 5 years, 9 months

Bruce Wayne: 5 years, 1 month

The cold snap of early spring still lingered over Gotham, but inside Wayne Manor's laboratory, the air was electric with discovery. Thomas Wayne stood before a wall-sized monitor, the Saiyan scouter's data projected in sharp, color-coded graphs. Lucius Fox sat nearby, reviewing the latest diagnostics, his brow furrowed in concentration.

For weeks, Thomas had been collecting strength readings from the scouter, logging every anomaly and spike. He'd begun simply—testing Bruce, Ojaga, Alfred, and himself. The results had startled him. Bruce, barely five, already registered a strength of 15, while Ojaga's numbers fluctuated wildly, sometimes peaking at levels Thomas had never thought possible for a child.

But the real shock had come when Thomas expanded the scouter's passive scan beyond the manor. The city, the state, the world—each scan revealed a tapestry of strength signatures, most ordinary, a few extraordinary, and some utterly inexplicable.

Tonight, Thomas decided to formalize his findings. He created a chart, labeling each anonymous signal with a simple letter: A, B, C, and so on. The scouter, limited by its alien interface and WayneTech's translation software, could only display location, not identity. Each dot was just a point on the map, a number, and a mystery.

He began with the familiar.

Subject A: Bruce Wayne. Strength: 15.

(Average human child: 7–8. Bruce, through training and Qi awareness, was already at the level of a trained adult.)

Subject B: Ojaga Wayne. Strength: 100 (suppressed), previously 500+.

(Saiyan child, non-elite: 150–300. Ojaga's true power was off the chart, but he kept it hidden, a secret even from his father.)

Subject C: Alfred Pennyworth. Strength: 9.

(Average for an adult male. Years of service, but nothing superhuman.)

Subject D: Lucius Fox. Strength: 8.

(Ordinary human range.)

Thomas expanded the scan to the city. The scouter's map filled with hundreds of faint dots, most clustered between 7 and 10. But here and there, brighter points flared—20, 30, even 60. He labeled them E, F, G, and so on. These were likely athletes, martial artists, or perhaps veterans of Gotham's darker corners.

He zoomed out, letting the scouter sweep across the eastern seaboard. In Metropolis, a single dot—Subject H—burned with a reading of 400, far beyond anything in Gotham. Thomas stared, heart pounding. "That can't be right," he muttered. "No human should register that high."

Lucius looked up. "What are you seeing?"

Thomas pointed. "Here. Metropolis. This signal is… off the scale."

Lucius frowned. "Could be a glitch. Or… something else."

Thomas didn't reply. He labeled the dot and moved on.

The scouter's range swept west, pausing over Kansas. Near a small town—Smallville—another bright dot, Subject I, pulsed with a strength of 350, fluctuating higher at times. Thomas made a note: Possible metahuman? Unknown.

He continued, mapping the world. In the Mediterranean, near an island lost to most maps, a cluster of dots—J, K, L—each registered between 200 and 500. In the Atlantic, beneath the waves, Subject M glowed at 600. Thomas's mind raced with possibilities: Amazons, Atlanteans, metahumans—terms he'd only read about in classified files and whispered rumors.

He created a legend for his chart, drawing on both the scouter's data and his own research:

Subject Strength Notes

A 15 Bruce Wayne (trained child)

B 100–500+ Ojaga Wayne (suppressed Saiyan)

C 9 Alfred Pennyworth

D 8 Lucius Fox

E–G 20–60 Gotham athletes/martial artists

H 400 Metropolis anomaly

I 350+ Smallville anomaly

J–L 200–500 Mediterranean (Amazonian?)

M 600 Atlantic (Atlantean?)

Thomas paused, reviewing the chart. He realized he had stumbled onto a hidden world—a world where strength was not evenly distributed, where legends might walk among mortals. The scouter could not reveal names or faces, only power. For now, that was enough.

He saved the data, encrypting it behind layers of security. Only Lucius had access, and even he didn't know the full extent of Thomas's suspicions.

"Do you think we should investigate?" Lucius asked, voice low.

Thomas shook his head. "Not yet. We don't know what we're dealing with. For now, we observe. We keep our family safe."

Lucius nodded, closing his laptop. "If these readings are accurate, Gotham isn't the only city with secrets."

Thomas looked at the scouter, its screen now dark. "No. But it's the only one I can protect."

Upstairs, Bruce and Ojaga sat quietly in their shared room, the day's lessons finished. Bruce was still buzzing with the thrill of his rising strength, unaware of the world his father was beginning to see. Ojaga, sensing the shift in the air, kept his power hidden, knowing instinctively that secrecy was their greatest shield.

Thomas made one last note in his private journal:

"The world is filled with hidden power. We are not alone. Must remain vigilant. The scouter is both a gift and a warning."

As night settled over Wayne Manor, the city outside buzzed with unseen energy. In the darkness, Thomas Wayne watched over his family, the only man in Gotham who knew just how extraordinary—and how dangerous—the world had become.