Saiyan of Gotham

The world had changed for Bruce Wayne, Ojaga, and Clark Kent. For the first time in their young lives, the boundaries of the possible had shifted—magic was real, legends walked in daylight, and the mantle of champion now rested on Bruce's shoulders. Yet, as the summer waned in Smallville and the fields ripened under the Kansas sun, a new shadow stirred in the ancient corners of the world.

It began with a dream.

Bruce found himself in a vast, echoing hall, the walls carved with lightning and ancient runes. The air shimmered with power. At the far end, upon a throne of stone, sat the Wizard Shazam: ancient, wise, his eyes aglow with the storm. Beside Bruce stood Ojaga and Clark, their faces wary but resolute.

The Wizard's voice rolled like thunder. "Champions. The world turns, and with it, old enemies awaken. You have been chosen not for your strength alone, but for your hearts. There is one you must know—Black Adam."

Ojaga's brow furrowed. "Who is Black Adam?"

The Wizard's gaze turned grave. "He was my first champion, Teth-Adam of Kahndaq. Once, he was a hero. But pride, pain, and vengeance twisted him. He used the power of the gods for conquest, not justice. I was forced to strip him of his power and imprison him. But now… the balance has shifted. A new champion's lightning has echoed across the world. He feels it. He awakens."

Clark's eyes widened. "He'll come here?"

"Not yet," the Wizard intoned. "But soon. You must be ready. Bruce, the power of Shazam is yours, but it is also a beacon. Adam will sense it. He will seek you out. You must hold to your courage, your wisdom, and your friends. Together, you may stand against him."

Bruce swallowed, feeling the weight of destiny settle on his shoulders. "What if I'm not ready?"

The Wizard smiled, the storm in his eyes softening. "No one is ever truly ready, Bruce Wayne. But you are not alone. That is your greatest strength."

The hall faded, and Bruce awoke in his bed, heart pounding, the echo of thunder in his ears.

Far across the world, in the sun-scorched ruins of Kahndaq, something ancient stirred. Deep beneath the sand, in a tomb untouched by time,

For centuries, he had slept, his rage banked like coals beneath ash.

Now, he was awake, and he could feel it: the power of the Wizard had been claimed anew.

His eyes burned with purpose. "A new champion," he growled. "A child. The Wizard's mistake repeats itself."

In Smallville, Bruce, Ojaga, and Clark gathered in the barn, the memory of the dream fresh in their minds. Bruce recounted the Wizard's warning, his voice low.

"He said Black Adam is coming. He'll sense the power. He'll come for me."

Clark frowned, fists clenched. "We'll stop him together."

Ojaga nodded, his tail flicking in agitation. "We've faced danger before. This is just… bigger."

Bruce managed a shaky smile. "Yeah. Just bigger."

They spent the day training, pushing themselves to new limits. Bruce called down the lightning, feeling the power of Shazam surge through him—strength, speed, wisdom, the voice of the gods in his mind. Ojaga unleashed bursts of energy, his Saiyan blood singing with anticipation. Clark, too, felt his strength growing, the sun feeding him, his senses sharper than ever.

But beneath their bravado, all three boys felt the weight of what was coming.

Black adam felt chain power were loosing, he smiled, cold and hungry. "I am coming, Wizard. I am coming, new champion."

That night, Bruce sat alone on the porch, staring at the stars. Ojaga joined him, silent for a while.

"You scared?" Ojaga asked.

Bruce nodded. "Yeah. I am. But I have to be strong. For everyone."

Ojaga put a hand on his brother's shoulder. "You're not alone. Remember what the Wizard said."

Bruce smiled, grateful. "Thanks, big brother."

Inside, Clark watched them from the window, determination hardening in his chest. He would not let his friends face this alone.

In Gotham, Thomas Wayne sat in his study, reviewing the latest reports from Lucius Fox. Strange energy readings had been detected—massive surges of power, far beyond anything the scouter had ever recorded. Thomas's heart pounded as he realized what it meant.