#atla crossover

Crossover time!

Lifeupdate :3

"Did I know you?"

Clark didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Next to him, Dick looked like he was about to have a panic attack.

And he couldn't blame him: in front of them was the new Avatar.

They had found Bruce's reincarnation.

The young man looked at them suspiciously.

"So? I don't have all day."

"What's your name?" Clark found himself asking, his voice choked, struggling with emotions he thought he'd learned to control. He was wrong.

There were things time couldn't heal, and twenty-four years was a terribly short amount of time for a spirit, even when he was in human form like him.

"Bruce," the man said, "And before you say it, yes, like the failed Avatar. I've heard all the jokes, so save yourself..."

"Are you a bender?"

It was an obvious question. Of course he was a bender. That was the Avatar, for crying out loud. Just because it took so long to find him didn't mean he hadn't at least learned to bend his element in the meantime.

Bruce's gaze sharpened. "Are you recruiters for the Earth King?"

"What, no..."

"Because I repeat, I will not be a slaughter animal for that madman, I don't care how many ass-kissers come to this remote, ghost-forsaken village..."

"Dad?" He turned, his gaze softening. Dick now had tears in his eyes as he saw a small child struggling to keep from falling while carrying a basket of bread. "Mrs. Oma said this is for our good work."

"Are you...married?" Clark found himself asking, feeling as if someone had ripped his heart out of his chest. Again.

"I don't see how this is any of your business," the man spat, holding the child away from them. "Come on, Terry. We're done for today."

He was about to leave. Clark couldn't allow that. He took his wrist.

"Wait..."

A column of earth came between them, separating them. Bruce looked at him annoyed, no recognition in his gaze. Clark wanted to scream, "It's me. We were best friends. We were more. I loved you. I know you did too. I failed you. I left you when you needed me. I'm sorry. Please remember me..."

Instead, as he had done so many, too many times before, he said nothing.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Terry...let's go..."

Clark saw him turn away, his body doing nothing, his voice caught in his throat.

It was Dick who took action.

"We're here for you."

"I already said I'm not enlisting..."

"You're the Avatar!"

Bruce stopped, but didn't turn around. His son—God, his son—looked at Dick curiously.

Then he turned to his father, "Is that true? Are you the Avatar?"

"Of course not. The cycle is broken. There will be no more Avatars. The gentlemen were wrong," Bruce replied, but it was clear he meant something else, but he didn't want to set a bad example for his son.

Dick seemed about to say more, but Bruce didn't give him time to speak. He walked briskly, disappearing into the market crowd, and Dick croaked a "Dad!" that didn't make him turn around.

Clark ran a hand over his eyes.

Of course, the new incarnation of Bruce hated him. What could he expect? He'd left him to die alone.

Something like that scarred a soul, and even if you didn't remember, the wound was there, remembering it for you.

"We need to find out where he lives," Dick said, trying to rouse Clark. "What he does for work, who his friends are, his...family."

Getting the last word out had been like pulling a tooth. Dick had been absent for most of Bruce's last years, arguing every time they had to interact. Yelling at him that Bruce wasn't his father and that Dick hated him.

(And so did Jason, Tim, Stephanie... Damian regretted not being able to say it because he was Bruce's, but in his worst days, full of spite, he said that Dick was more of a father than Bruce. He had said it the day before the Avatar died, too. They had been his last words to his father.)

Now, the new Avatar looked at him, with those same eyes, and saw a stranger, no moment of oh, I know who you are, you're my son.

To him, they were just two strangers come to disturb his peace. And deep down, that was true.

"Yes, we have to do this..." he said, absently. "I'll send a message to Barbara... I'll tell her..."

"Don't say anything to your sibilings," Clark looked at him, and Dick looked at him in surprise, "Why? We found him."

"He's not... he's not our Bruce, Dick," he said, as gently as he could manage. "He won't recognize them, and he'll have every reason to kick us out. He..."

He doesn't love us, he doesn't love you, he won't support our bullshit like he used to.

He couldn't say it. But Dick understood. "Damian might go crazy at the sight of the kid," Dick said softly. "Fine, I won't contact Barbara. But do you know how to convince him to come with us? Because I don't know if you've realized this, but the world is going to end if the Avatar doesn't do something."

No, Clark didn't know. But he'll find a way. He had to.

This thought made me laugh a little too hard for how stupid it is, but let me tell you I was giggling the whole time I was drawing this. This one may just be for me...

I also wrote this to be Steven Grant Moon Knight, but honestly imagining it being any of the other personalities is also making me laugh.

Rachel: firebender, from a family of firebenders. It's the style that's heavy on offense and light on defense, and it tends to win quickly or not at all. She doesn't mind taking damage — from her enemies, from her own flames — in the process of learning or in the process of kicking ass. She wouldn't mess around with fancy stuff like lightning (and she would prefer you not bring up her only attempt to fly) but instead focuses on building up heat and then setting it off.

Cassie: waterbender. Obviously. She's the healer, the one with canny senses, the one who works around obstacles rather than battering them down. She finds ways and means that no one else can, and she understands the power of water to wear down mountains if you're just willing to be patient. Plus, she has the adaptability to make compromises and to be whatever the situation calls for.

Jake: non-bender, from a family of firebenders. His parents assure him that he's a late bloomer, or anyway that they love him no matter what even if he never gets to a pro-bending league like his brother or even generates a single spark. It only bothers him at first, because once he's in the war he understands the value of being underestimated as the guy who brought a knife to a firefight. Only he's the guy who brought a lot of knives, and a strategy, and some of them are more like swords, and a few come back if you throw them right, and none can be caught by earthbenders...

Tobias: non-bender, he's pretty sure. His aunt's an airbender, but he hears his parents are non-benders. And he's tried, god knows he's tried — tugging at the edges of lit candles, pulling hands up from a filled sink again and again, punching dirt until his knuckles ache, standing on the roof of the school with his face tilted into the wind — to no avail. But then, it's not his fault; spirit-benders are vanishingly rare on Earth.

Marco: earthbender. Okay, fine, he's actually an airbender. But "airbender" sounds so wimpy, and he'd rather be an earthbender, and isn't it the thought that counts? He has this super-cool trick where he levitates a bunch of dust and little rocks, never fails to impress girls. And one time he knocked a guy down a hole and it looked like earthbending. Earthbenders are just so much cooler, with their power and their toughness, and he doesn't want to be the guy whose superpower is dodging and redirecting.

Nimona and Toph sketch :)

Takes place in hidden inventory era. Slice of life style, modern HS au for atla

The GAANG are sorcerers, and attend Tokyo high with the hidden inventory gang

Toph and Aang are in 1st year with Haibara and Nanami

Katara is in 2nd year with Gojo, Geto and Shoko

Sokka, Zuko, and Suki are third years.

The benders cursed techniques are their bending elements ( aang's in only air) Suki has heavenly restriction ; I'm sot sure about sokka. he's an inventor so maybe he inventus weapons or something , like Mechamaru

Azula and the fire angels can be in kyoto ,or Azula's with the 2nd years and mai and ty lee attend a normal school Would be fun to see Katara and Azula in the same class duking it out 24/7. . Like , this is yaga's POV daily