The evening sun stretched long shadows across Wayne Manor as Alfred set the dinner table. The Wayne family gathered for their evening meal, a moment of calm in their busy, unusual lives.
Bruce chattered away about school, while Ojaga was quieter, but Martha noticed he seemed a little more at ease.
"So," she asked, pouring water, "how was your first real day at school?"
Bruce launched into a story about Harvey's prank and Pamela's science correction. Martha smiled. "Sounds like you're already making friends."
Ojaga listened, tracing his plate. When the conversation turned to him, he hesitated.
"Someone said I have my mother's eyes," he said softly, glancing at Martha, "and my father's face."
Martha smiled, brushing his hair aside. "Is that so? I never noticed before."
Thomas watched, thoughtful. Ojaga did look like both of them, but there was something different, too—something he couldn't put his finger on.
After dinner, the boys went upstairs. Thomas lingered, lost in thought. Later, when the house was quiet, he slipped into his lab. He took a hair from Ojaga's brush and ran it through the DNA analyzer, comparing it to his and Martha's.
The computer whirred, code scrolling by. Thomas waited, heart thumping. When the results appeared, he frowned:
Ojaga's DNA was almost human, but with strange anomalies—sequences the computer couldn't match to any known database. There was no clear link to Thomas or Martha, just enough similarity to explain the family resemblance, but nothing that made sense scientifically.
Thomas leaned back, puzzled. The resemblance was uncanny, but the DNA told a different story. It was as if fate—or something stranger—had put Ojaga in their lives, looking just like them, but with a genetic code that science couldn't explain.
He printed the results and locked them away. No need to worry Martha. Ojaga was their son, no matter what.
Upstairs, Bruce and Ojaga sat on their beds, books open but ignored.
"Harvey says you look just like Dad when he was young," Bruce said, nudging him. "But I think you have Mom's eyes."
Ojaga smiled. "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, part of something bigger.
He lay back, letting his thoughts drift. He remembered flashes of another life, a world where he'd just been a normal kid. He remembered the accident, the blinding lights, the feeling of falling. And then, waking up here, in a world of heroes and secrets, with a tail that made him different.
But tonight, none of that mattered. Tonight, he was home.