Saiyan of Gotham

Chapter 12: revealing each other



The Kansas night was quiet, the stars scattered across the wide sky like diamonds on velvet. The Wayne farmhouse glowed softly in the distance, but Thomas Wayne found himself walking the familiar dirt path to the Kent home, his mind heavy with the weight of secrets. Martha walked beside him, her hand in his, both parents silent as they rehearsed what needed to be said.

Inside the Kent kitchen, Jonathan and Martha Kent welcomed them with warm drinks and nervous smiles. There was something different in the air tonight—a sense that the world was about to change, and that the four of them were standing at the edge of something vast and unknown.

After the children had gone to bed, Thomas cleared his throat. "Jonathan, Martha… I hope you'll forgive me for being direct, but I think we need to talk about our sons."

The Kents exchanged a glance. Jonathan's jaw tightened. "What do you mean, Thomas?"

Thomas offered a gentle, reassuring smile. "I know your son is special. I've seen it. I don't mean any harm, and I'm not here to judge. But I think it's time we share the truth."

Martha Kent's hands trembled slightly as she set down her mug. "What are you talking about?"

Thomas took a deep breath and began. He told them about Ojaga—how he and Martha Wayne had found a mysterious pod in the forests of Europe, how their son had grown up with abilities no other child possessed, and how he, too, was not quite of this world. He spoke with honesty and care, never once mentioning the word "Saiyan," but making it clear that Ojaga's origins were as extraordinary as Clark's.

For a long moment, the Kents sat in stunned silence. Jonathan's face was pale, Martha's eyes wide with shock. "You're saying… Clark isn't the only one?" Jonathan finally whispered.

Thomas nodded. "I don't believe they're brothers. Their DNA is completely different—my friend Lucius Fox confirmed it. But they share something rare: both came to Earth as children, both with gifts that set them apart."

Martha Kent's voice was soft, almost pleading. "Are there others like them?"

Thomas shook his head. "Not that I know of. But I believe they were both sent here for a reason. And I think it's up to us, as their parents, to help them find their way."

The conversation drifted on, deep into the night. They spoke of fears and hopes, of the burden of raising children who could one day change the world. The Kents confessed their own worries—about Clark's growing strength, his questions, his longing to belong. Thomas shared his own: the dangers of discovery, the need for secrecy, the importance of giving their sons a chance at a normal life.

Eventually, Thomas asked, "May I show you something in your basement?"

Jonathan hesitated, then nodded. The four adults slipped quietly downstairs, where the Kent family kept the small, battered ship that had brought Clark to Earth. Thomas circled the vessel, his scientist's mind racing. "This is remarkable. If you're willing, I'd like to study it. I believe it could help us understand more about Clark's origins—and perhaps even help both our boys in the future."

Jonathan was quiet for a long time. "This ship is part of our family, Thomas. But… if it can help Clark, and if you promise to treat it with respect—then yes. You can study it."

Thomas smiled, relief and gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you. I'll make sure it never leaves your care unless you wish it."

He reached into his briefcase and slid a folder across the workbench. "One more thing. I'd like to transfer fifty percent of Wayne Space Enterprises' shares to you and Martha."

The Kents were taken aback. "Thomas, that's not necessary—"

He held up a hand. "If you don't accept, I won't take the ship. This is a partnership, not charity. Our families are in this together."

After a moment's hesitation, Jonathan nodded. "Alright. We accept. But only because we trust you."

The deal was made with a handshake, and something new settled between the two families—a bond of trust, sealed by shared secrets and mutual respect.

Later that week, as the Waynes prepared to return to Gotham, Thomas oversaw the final construction of a new project beneath the Wayne farmhouse: a hidden chamber, lined with stone and steel, filled with advanced computers and equipment. It would be the first Batcave—a place of safety and strategy, where history would one day repeat itself.

As the sun rose over the Kansas fields, the Wayne and Kent families stood together, watching their sons chase each other through the grass. The world was still full of uncertainty, but for the first time, they faced it as allies, not strangers.

And deep beneath the earth, in a cave of secrets, the future of heroes began to take shape.


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