Omnitrix: DC's New Dawn

Advanced Merry Christmas, Guy. Hope you are all enjoying the holidays and are with family. In this Christmas, remember you are celebrating the birth of Jesus. Not because Its god, but because he had made himself less to be among us and dies for our sins.

So, Forgive others, not for them but for yourself. Its a wonderful life and everyday is a gift. 

God bless you.

....

"So, Mr. Zion. You wish to enroll Cassandra Tennyson and Rachel Tennyson into Keystone Academy, correct?"

Mr. Harold Gayson, the head administrator of Keystone Academy, star across the desk from Zion. The man was in his late fifties with silver-streak hair and his aged eyes hidden behind rimless glasses. The two sat in the orderly office, lined up with shelves of academic awards and framed certificates, a testament to the school's reputation.

Zion had came formally, wearing off white shit and black pants with the dreaded office shoes. He was more acting more formal than when he negotiated their surrender terms with the UN.

"That's right," Zion gave a polite nod. "I believe this institution will offers the balance of structure and opportunity they'll need. Especially, human interactions with their peers."

Mr. Gayson lifted his piercing gaze from the document spread across his desk, and scrutinized Zion carefully. "Keystone Academy is indeed one of the best, but I must admit your case is... unique."

"How so?" Zion asked, maintaining a calm demeanor.

"Well," Mr. Gayson gestured toward the paper before him. "It's not often we come across such peculiar applicant. Not only your Guardianship documents were filed so... recently, And to mention the rater unconventional nature of your submission."

Zion smile didn't waver. "I assure you, all the documents are in order."

Mr. Gayson picked up one of the papers, his brow furrowing as he read. "Yes, I see that. Legal custody, health records, even proof of residency. Everything seems... impeccable."

"It is," Zion replied smoothly.

The administrator set the paper down, his sharp eyes locking with Zion's. "Please forgive my curiosity, but you don't exactly fit the profile of a father to two preteen. May I ask you to elaborate on it?"

"Of course," Zion waved as if the subject was of no importance. "Things happened when I was young and dumb, and here we are. They grew up with my uncle and aunt while my 'wife' and I did the growing up."

"Should have been difficult for you," Mr. Gayson did inquire further as it was not a subject one would like to share.

"Not exactly," Zion answered, his smile formal with a hint of sadness. "We weren't exactly mature enough to understand it all. Again, too young and dumb. But My only regret it that I couldn't be there for them, as emotionally.

Now that I have the opportunity and means, I've taken it upon myself to provide them with stability and guidance." "

"I understand, Mr. Zion," Mr. Gayson nodded with fatherly understanding before continuing. "Can I inquire you about their mother? Is she involved in their lives? As you know both parents presence in needed for a child's healthy development"

"Kara..." Zion sighed, breaking his composure. "Unlike me, she is still coming to terms with the responsibility."

Mr. Gayson studied Zion for a moment longer before nodding. "Understandable. It's good that you are putting in the effort. But, Let's discuss your capacity as their guardian." The man still felt uncomfortable calling the young man before him a father.

"Do you have a steady income? How are your work schedules? Are you able to have a constant presence in their lives? Are you able to respond to a sudden situation?"

"I have a steady income with a back up deposit to last a year. It is relatively free and adjustable. I am able to as I only need to clock in 40 hours a week. I will respond unless I am in a life or death situation," Zion answered each question, calmly and respectfully.

"And your profession?"

Zion paused briefly, stringing his word carefully. "Chief Engineer in Wayne Enterprises, I work in technology and innovation."

"Gotham? That's a long way from Keystone," Mr. Gayson raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"It is," Zion answered simply. "But anything for kids safety."

The administrator simply nodded and continued, "And you've rented a residence here in Keystone City?"

"Bought it, under my name," Zion confirmed. "It's close enough to the school for convenience and offers them a stable home life."

Mr. Gayson leaned forward, clasping his hands together. "Keystone Academy prides itself on more than just academic excellence. We also value transparency and community. Your circumstances are, as I said, unique. Is there anything else you'd like to share about your intentions for Cassandra and Rachel?"

Zion's gaze turned serious. "My intentions are simple; to give them a normal life. I want them to have the opportunity to learn, grow and thrive without being ashamed of who they are."

Mr. Gayson softened slightly at Zion's sincerity. He adjusted his glasses and glanced at the girl's file gain. "And they've both been home-schooled prior to this?"

"That's correct," Zion answered. "But they're ready for more structured environment. I believe Keystone Academy can provide that."

The administrator nodded slowly. "Our curriculum is rigorous, and our standards are high. It won't be easy for them to adjust, especially given their unconventional backgrounds."

"They're resilient," Zion replied confidently.

Mr. Gayson tapped his fingers on the desk thoughtfully. "One final question, Mr. Zion. Why Keystone academy? You could have chosen any school, given your resources."

Zion's smile returned. "Keystone Academy is renowned for nurturing both intellect and character. That's what they need—an environment that challenges them and supports their growth."

The administrator regarded Zion for a long moment before finally nodding. "Very well, we'll proceed with their admission."

Zion stood, extending his hand. "Thank you, Mr. Gayson. I appreciate your understanding."

Mr. Grayson shook Zion's hand, his grip firm. "I'll expect them both for testing on Monday. And, Mr. Zion—welcome to Keystone City."

As Zion left the office, his smile deepened.

...

"Praise be to the Lord, the God of Israel, because he has come to his people and redeemed them.

...

The late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over the modest two-story house Zion had bought in Key stone city.

It stood on a quiet street lines with trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. The house was simple yet inviting, with a small porch and a garden that had been left to grow wild.

Zion parked the car in the driveway, stepped out and stretched. "Well, here we are," He said turning to Cassandra and Rachel as they climbed out of the care.

The three cats looked at their new home with guarded expression. Rachel carrying Eon, showed him the new house. The girls quickly pulled up their hoodie like they were vampires under the sun.

Zion chuckled, fishing the keys out of his pocket. "Come on, Let's check it out."

He led the way up the short path to the front door, unlocking and pushing it open. Inside, the house smelled faintly of fresh pain and wood polish. The furniture was all set—a couch, few chairs, a coffee table, a dinning set. Living room opened into a kitchen with stainless steel appliances that gleamed under the light.

"Not bad, right?" Zion remarked, stepping aside to let the girls in.

Cassandra, Rachel and Eon strode into the living room scanning, splitting up as they scanned their new home. Cass checked the place for dust, Eon found the sunny window to sleep on, Rachel wandered into the kitchen, opening Cabinets and inspecting the fridge.

(A habit she learned from the humans. Also a reconnaissance for their late night escapades, involving Rachel, Cass, Harley, Ivy dragged reluctantly, Nora and Master of Sneaking Eon.

Zai and Zion knows but never address it.)

"Stock ready," He replied with a smirk. "Figured you wouldn't want to start off with an empty pantry."

Zion let the girls explore the house at their own pace, moving upstairs to check out the bedrooms. Zion followed them, leaning casually against the door frame as they peeked into the first room.

"This one's yours, Cass," Zion said, gesturing to a room with a single bed, a desk and a window that overlooked the backyard. (With careful placements for her to sneak off.)

Cassandra stepped inside, her gaze lingering on the bookshelves and the small lamp on the desk. "Its fine," She signed to Zion fluently, clearly unimpressed.

Rachel moved to the next room, which was similar but had darker curtains and a slightly larger bed. "Mine?"

"Yup," Zion confirmed. "I only got the minimal stuff, but you can redecorate however you want.

And mine's down the hall," He add, pointing to a room at the end. "There is also a basement. So if you need anything, you know where to find me."

The girls exchanged a silent glance, then nodded.

"Alright," Zion said, clapping his hands together. "Why don't we get unpacked and settled in? I will order us dinner like normal single dad. Chinese?"

*RING*RING*

The three heads snapped in the direction of the doorbell. Rachel relaxed after moment, Cass followed her movements.

"I will go meet our neighbors," Zion hurried downstairs, his footsteps clacking against the wooden stairs. A broad smile spread across his face as he opened the door to reveal two familiar figures.

"Barda, Scott," Zion greeted warmly, stepping aside to let them in.

Barda was a towering woman, her figure imposing and her presence impossible to miss. She wore casual clothes that blended her with the humans, but they did little to diminish her aura of strength. Scott looked more human that Zion, he had that light trimmed beard and messy hair, He had an easygoing smile and relaxed demeanor, just like that homebody uncle next door.

"Afternood, Zion," Scott said, stepping inside with a quick glance around the house. He could already tell that the place would become a fortress if it wanted to. "Nice place."

"Coffee? Tea? I even have hot chocolate for refined palates," Zion asked as he closed the door behind them.

"Coffee's fine," Scott said, while Barda waves her hand.

"I will pass," She said, her tone polite decline as she surveyed the living room. "Hmm, not your usual style, Zion. Where are the little ones?"

Zion smirked, heading to the kitchen to prepare their drinks. "I wanted something normal. You got to clime out of your castle and live with people once in a while to understand them. Moreover, the girls need more stable environment."

"Wish Darksied could see the groveling hell he had created," Barda remarked.

"He is not exactly a bundle of joy," Zion replied as he returned with Scott's coffee.

The sounds of footsteps came from upstairs as Cassandra and Rachel rushed down the steps and jumped on Barda like monkeys. "Barda!" They greeted.

"How are you doing, little ones?" Barda asked, a warm smile spreading across her lips.

"Good," Rachel answered while Cass just beamed a smile.

"They just love her," Scott commented, taking the coffee of Zion's envious hands. Zion could only sigh.

"Girls," Zion said, attracting the attention of the children. "Meet our new neighbors, Barda and Scott. They live a few houses down,"

Barda lower the girls gently, her posture careful. "You can visit anytime," She said with an inviting smile.

Scott raised a hand in a friendly wave. "Hey there. Don't worry, we're the fun neighbors."

The girls only gave him faint smile and didn't reply.

"They just love her," Zion repeated his comment. "You just got to be a fun uncle."

"Only when Barda lets me," Scott replied with a wink, earning a playful glare from his wife.

They girls turned to him, confused.

"I still can't believe you did what you did," Zion joke. "I could only imagine Barda pummeling you, not laugh at your jokes.

Scott grinned. "What can I say? It's a gift."

The group moved into the living room. Zion and Scott sat on the couch while Barda leaned against the wall, her arms crossed. The girls hovered near her.

"So," Zion began, addressing Barda and Scott, "What do you think of Keystone so far?"

"Weirdly peaceful," Barda admitted, her eyes drifting to the window. "Its a nice place to start."

Scott nodded in her agreement. "And the people seem nice. I mean, the guy at the coffee shop called me 'bud', so that's a win in my book. Its heaven compared to Apokolips."

Zion chuckled, "You'll fit right in. Just take thinks slowly, it will be all right. It's Zion guarantied."

Barda's gaze shifted to Cassandra and Rachel. "And how are you two handling the move?

"Its fine," Rachel answered for the both of them, feeling a bit nervous.

"That's normal," Barda answered, placing her hand on her head. "Moving to new place is not easy."

"Speaking of neighborhood," Scott said, turning to Zion. "What's the real reason you wanted us close? This isn't just about being neighbors, is it?"

"Actually it is," Zion leaned back with a smile. "With Harley and Ivy moving back to Gotham, The Fries moving to Russia, and others returning to their own lives. I wanted someone the girls know to be nearby, someone they could rely on."

Barda nodded, her expression understanding. "You think trouble's coming?"

"It will," Zion replied, his tone serious. "It always does. But hey, life has to go on."

Scott sipped his coffee, his easygoing demeanor unwavering. "Well, you've got us. And for what it's worth, this place feels like a good start for all of us."

Zion smiled, glancing at the girls, who were quietly observing the exchange. "Yeah. A good start."

After some more light conversation, Barda and Scott stood to leave.

"Let us know if you need anything," Zion said, clapping Scotts on the shoulder and handed him a large envelop.

"Same to you," Scott replied taking the envelope.

As they stepped out onto the porch, Barda turned back and waved at the girls. Zion gave them a final nod. Barda and Scott headed down the street toward their new home. Zion watched them go before turning back to the girls, who were still standing in the living room.

"Alright," he said, clapping his hands together. "Now that you've met the neighbors, let's finish settling in."

Cassandra and Rachel exchanged a glance before following him, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at their lips.

For the first time in a long while, things felt... almost, weirdly, normal.