Saiyan of Gotham

The evening sun cast long shadows across Wayne Manor as Alfred set the dinner table with quiet precision. The day had been long, filled with new faces and challenges at Gotham Academy. Now, the Wayne family gathered for their evening meal, a ritual that anchored them in the whirlwind of their unusual lives.

Martha glanced at her sons as they took their seats. Bruce was animated, recounting the day's adventures with a wide grin. Ojaga, as always, was more reserved, but there was a subtle lightness in his posture—a sign that, perhaps, he was beginning to feel at home in this new world.

"So," Martha asked, pouring water into Bruce's glass, "how was your first real day at school? Anything interesting happen?"

Bruce immediately launched into a story about Harvey's daring prank on the lunchroom monitors and how Pamela had already corrected the teacher on a science fact. Martha smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Sounds like you're making friends."

Ojaga listened quietly, fingers tracing the edge of his plate. When the conversation turned to him, he hesitated, searching for the right words.

"Someone said I have my mother's eyes," he said softly, glancing at Martha, "and my father's face."

Martha's expression softened, a mix of pride and surprise. She reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from Ojaga's forehead. "Is that so? I suppose I never noticed before."

Thomas, who had been quietly observing, leaned in with a thoughtful frown. He studied Ojaga's features—those deep, intelligent eyes, the strong jaw, the way his hair curled just so. There was no denying it: the boy looked like both of them, yet there was something otherworldly, too, a subtle difference that set him apart.

After dinner, as the boys went to their room to finish homework, Thomas lingered in the dining room, lost in thought. Martha watched him, concern flickering in her gaze.

"Is something wrong?" she asked quietly.

Thomas shook his head, but his mind was already racing. The resemblance was uncanny, almost too perfect. He remembered the night they found Ojaga—the pod, the symbols, the impossible biology. He'd always wondered how much of the boy was truly theirs.

Later that night, after the house had grown quiet, Thomas slipped into the lab. He retrieved Ojaga's old hairbrush and carefully plucked a single dark strand. With practiced hands, he prepared a DNA analysis, comparing the sample to both his and Martha's genetic profiles.

The computer hummed, lines of code scrolling across the screen. Thomas waited, heart pounding, as the results compiled. The data appeared, stark and undeniable: Ojaga's DNA was a near-perfect human match, but with anomalies. There was a 2% similarity to both Thomas and Martha—enough to explain the resemblance, but not enough to account for parentage. The rest of the genetic code was… different. Alien. Unmapped.

Thomas leaned back in his chair, staring at the results. He had expected something unusual, but this was beyond even his most outlandish theories. Ojaga was, in every way that mattered, their son. And yet, he was also something else—someone who had fallen to Earth from the stars, carrying secrets even science could not unravel.

He printed the results and locked them away, deciding not to tell Martha for now. There was no need to trouble her with uncertainties. Ojaga was their child, no matter what the data said.

Upstairs, Bruce and Ojaga sat side by side on their beds, books open but forgotten. Bruce was still buzzing with energy, recounting every detail of the day. "Harvey says you look just like Dad when he was young," Bruce said, nudging Ojaga with a grin. "But I think you have Mom's eyes."

Ojaga smiled, a rare, genuine expression. "Maybe I'm just lucky."

Bruce laughed. "Or maybe you're just weird."

Ojaga didn't mind. For the first time, he felt like he belonged—not just as a Wayne, but as a brother, a friend, a part of something bigger than himself.

He lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling, letting his thoughts drift. He remembered his past life—fleeting images of a world where he'd been ordinary, a boy with dreams and fears. He remembered the accident, the blinding lights, the sense of falling. And then, awakening here, in a world of heroes and secrets, with a tail that marked him as different.