{AN: So I had a stupid idea, in which I would want to write another fic for(Which I already know I won't be able to keep up with) but what do you guys feel about somehow adding an Omnitrix for Jaime? It fits with his tech powers (And it would be cool). Lemme know!
P.S.: I got the message lol, no Omnitrix!}
{AN: I also lokey wanna do some fuck shit with the Eternals, but that's probably after the while The Light story.}
The plane touched down just after noon, the sky over Gotham perpetually overcast, as though the city itself was unsure if it wanted to rain or not. Jaime stared out the window of the private jet Wayne Enterprises had sent, noting how even the clouds looked more aggressive than back home.
"So... this is Gotham," Uncle Rudy muttered, gripping the armrest like the plane was still mid-flight. "Why does the air already smell like wet concrete and crime?"
Milagro snorted. "You're being dramatic. It smells like a wet dog and crime."
Jaime just sighed, tugging his hoodie tighter around himself. "Let's not make fun of the city we're moving to. At least not until we get past the front gates."
Waiting for them on the tarmac was a black car that screamed money, class, and maybe a little bit of impending doom. The chauffeur didn't say a word, only nodded as he helped with the luggage and opened the doors. The drive through Gotham was uneventful, if you counted avoiding two carjackings, a mugging, and a guy in a scarecrow mask as "uneventful."
By the time they reached the private road to Wayne Manor, the sun had surrendered completely to the grey above.
"Looks like Dracula's vacation home," Milagro said as the sprawling gothic estate came into view.
Jaime couldn't disagree. The place was huge—all towering spires, looming gargoyles, and windows that probably cost more than their old house back in El Paso. It was intimidating and silent, with just a whisper of something ancient in the walls.
The doors opened before they could knock.
Alfred stood tall, a butler out of time and perfectly at ease, even when confronted with a confused, slightly jet-lagged family of five.
"Welcome to Wayne Manor," he said smoothly, bowing his head. "I trust your journey was pleasant?"
"The plane had a chocolate fountain," Milagro blurted, which was apparently answer enough.
Alfred didn't flinch. "Master Bruce is expecting you in the drawing room. If you'll follow me."
They were guided through long halls lined with paintings of dead rich people and furniture older than the United States. Jaime felt like he was being watched the whole time, and Khaji Da's quiet processing confirmed he was—half a dozen security systems pinged his HUD.
[Structural analysis complete. Defensive capabilities... formidable. Hidden sub-levels detected. Energy signature faintly similar to Scarab technology.]
Jaime resisted the urge to respond aloud. This wasn't the time.
The drawing room was absurdly elegant. A fireplace roared even though it wasn't that cold, and standing beside it in full grimdark glory was Bruce Wayne himself. Not Batman—at least, not right now—but the man behind the cowl. The billionaire.
"Mr. Reyes," he said, nodding first to Jaime, then to the rest of the family. "Mrs. Reyes, Mr. Reyes. Milagro. Mr. Reyes," he added again to Rudy, pausing just long enough to imply he had dossiers on them all and had probably read them twice.
Milagro leaned over and whispered to Jaime, "He's just missing the cape."
Bruce raised an eyebrow like he heard it.
"We're grateful for the opportunity," Mrs. Reyes said quickly, always the diplomat of the family. "We know this is... unusual."
"The invitation was earned," Bruce replied. "Your children show extraordinary promise, and Gotham Academy is always looking for individuals of unique talent. Wayne Enterprises is happy to support them—and your family."
Pa Reyes nodded slowly, still sizing the man up like he might try to charge them rent.
Just then, footsteps echoed from the hall. Tim Drake entered first—sharp suit, tablet in hand, clearly in CEO mode.
"Hey, sorry I missed your arrival. Had a board meeting," he said with an easy smile. "You must be Jaime. Heard a lot about you. Don't worry, mostly good things."
Right behind him came Damian Wayne, still in his academy uniform and already glaring like Jaime had parked in his spot.
"You're the bug," Damian said flatly.
Milagro bristled. "He's the Blue Beetle."
"Same thing."
"You wanna try saying that again, Goblin Wayne?"
Jaime stepped between them quickly. "Okay, maybe let's not start a turf war on the welcome mat."
Dick Grayson chose that moment to appear, grinning like he'd just watched everything from around the corner.
"Looks like the party started without me."
Jaime blinked, and stared for a long while, as if he was thinking really hard. "...Nightwing?"
"Depends who's asking," he said with a wink, not even caring that Jaime had guessed his identity immediately.
Dinner that night was a strange mix of awkward and warm. Bruce didn't say much, but Alfred managed to coax a few laughs out of even Pa Reyes. Tim talked stocks with Rudy. Milagro tried (and failed) to one-up Damian in snark. And Jaime?
He looked around at the table, at the strange patchwork family that had just become part of his life.
It wasn't El Paso. But maybe... maybe it could still be home.