Saiyan of Gotham

The return to Gotham was a jolt—steel towers, neon lights, and the constant hum of the city replaced Smallville's endless sky. But for Bruce, Ojaga, and Clark, the world felt smaller now, not because Gotham was less, but because their horizons had grown so much wider. Each boy carried a secret: Bruce, the new champion of Shazam; Ojaga, a Saiyan with a legendary bloodline; Clark, a Kryptonian whose strength was still growing. Their friendship, forged in the heat of adventure and the quiet of shared secrets, was stronger than ever.

Training at Wayne Manor had become a ritual. Jarvis—the AI Thomas Wayne and Lucius Fox built—was their tireless mentor, pushing them further each day.

The gym had been upgraded with tech from both Wayne Enterprises and the alien ships, blending Earth's best with the unknown. Holographic sparring partners, gravity-adjustable mats, and even a simulated Rock of Eternity for Bruce's magical training:

One afternoon, after a particularly intense session, the boys sprawled on the gym floor, sweat cooling on their brows. Jarvis's voice chimed softly. "Recovery protocol initiated. Gentle stretching is recommended."

Clark rolled over, grinning at Bruce. "So, when are you going to show us"

Ojaga snickered. "Yeah, Shazam. Or should I say, Captain Red Spandex?"

Bruce groaned, but a smile tugged at his lips. "You want to see it? Fine. But you're not allowed to laugh."

Ojaga and Clark exchanged a look, barely containing their glee.

Bruce stood, closed his eyes, and whispered the word that thundered in his soul: "Shazam!"

Lightning crashed through the room, and Bruce transformed—no longer a boy, but a tall, broad-shouldered man in a crimson suit, gold trim gleaming, cape billowing, eyes crackling with power. He looked every inch the hero, but the suit was… tight. Especially in the back.

Ojaga burst out laughing, pointing. "Your ass is huge! That suit is doing you no favors, Bruce!"

Clark doubled over, tears streaming down his face. "Seriously, man, it's like you're smuggling two grapefruits back there!"

Bruce's cheeks reddened, but he couldn't help laughing too. "It's not my fault! The wizard didn't exactly give me a say in the design."

Ojaga circled him, still cackling. "I mean, you look cool—like, really cool. But you're definitely going to distract every villain in Gotham."

Clark wiped his eyes. "You could probably stop a bank robbery just by turning around."

Bruce rolled his eyes, but his heart was light. For all the power, all the responsibility, he was still just a kid with his best friends.

Ojaga grinned. "Alright, show us what you can do."

Bruce nodded, focused, and with a thought, lifted off the ground.

The air shimmered around him as he hovered, then shot upward, spinning through the air with effortless grace

. He looped around the gym, cape streaming behind him, then landed with a thunderous crack.

Clark's eyes widened. "That's… that's amazing. I want to try."

Ojaga nudged him. "Go on. Give it a shot."

Clark took a deep breath, focused, and—slowly, awkwardly—rose a few inches off the ground.

His face was a mask of concentration, arms flailing for balance. He wobbled, then shot upward, smashing into the ceiling with a thud.

Ojaga and Bruce burst out laughing again. Clark floated back down, rubbing his head, but grinning. "Okay, that was awesome. I think I get it now."

The three friends spent the next hour practicing—Bruce soaring with magical ease, Clark mastering his own flight, Ojaga leaping and flipping with Saiyan agility. The gym echoed with laughter, the air crackling with energy.

Later, as they sprawled on the floor, catching their breath, Bruce grew serious. "We need to figure out Black Adam's weakness. The wizard said magic can hurt him, but there has to be more."

Ojaga nodded. "He's strong, Maybe there's something about the way his magic works. Like, a flaw."

Clark frowned, thinking. " If his power work in same way. Then, What if it's the word? 'Shazam.' If you can force him to say it, he loses his power, right?"

Bruce nodded. "Yeah. But he's not stupid. He won't just say it."

Ojaga grinned. "Maybe we don't have to make him say it. Maybe we can use the magic itself. Like, overload it. If we hit him with enough magical energy, maybe it'll force the transformation."

Clark looked thoughtful. "Or maybe there's something in the wizard's magic—like a frequency or a pattern. If we can match it, we might be able to disrupt his power."

Bruce smiled. "That's worth testing. Jarvis, can you analyze the magical energy from my transformation?"

"Of course, Master Bruce. Initiating scan."

While Jarvis worked, the boys turned to other matters.

Wayne Enterprises had just launched a new line of devices—jPhones, laptops, and smartphones—built with technology from both the Saiyan pod and the Kryptonian ship. The devices were faster, smarter, and more secure than anything on the market. They could run complex simulations, analyze energy signatures, and even interface with Jarvis remotely.

The launch had been a sensation. Reviewers raved about the devices' speed and versatility.

Tech blogs speculated wildly about the source of the new materials and algorithms. Only a handful of people knew the truth: the devices were the product of two worlds, fused by the genius of Thomas Wayne and the quiet support of the Kent family.

When the first quarterly reports came in, Jonathan and Martha Kent were stunned. Their modest farmhouse was now the headquarters of a global tech empire. Thomas had transferred fifty percent of Wayne Enterprises' tech division shares to them, honoring the partnership they'd forged in Smallville. The Kents were suddenly among the wealthiest families in America.

Jonathan stared at the numbers, shaking his head. "This… this can't be real."

Martha smiled, tears in her eyes. "You always said you wanted to give Clark a better life."

Jonathan hugged her, overwhelmed. "I just hope we can handle it."