The memory was blurry, but Lando remembered the position he was in clearly—sitting on the ground, knees scraped, clothes stained with mud, and his cap soaked after being stomped on by the other kids. He was crying, shoulders shaking with every sob.
Oscar had come running, stumbling a little as he rushed to kneel beside Lando. “Are you hurt?” he asked. When Lando nodded instead of shaking his head, Oscar quickly pulled out a bandaid from his pocket and gently stuck it over Lando’s injured knee.
“Don’t cry anymore, Lando! I’ll stay with you! I want to be your friend!”
Lando looked up, his eyes meeting Oscar’s chubby cheeks and wide smile. Before he realized it, his lips had curved into a smile too—and the two of them laughed together under the rain that afternoon.
Years later…
“You’re… Lando Norris?”
Lando looked at the older boy in front of him, a cocky—no, more like overly confident—smile tugging at his lips. Despite all the years that had passed, Oscar hadn’t changed. Not really. His bunny teeth, his sweet smile, and that pale, soft skin Lando always wanted to protect… it was all still there.
“Yeah, Osc,” Lando smiled, and for once, Oscar Piastri—usually so calm and sharp on the circuit—looked like he was at a loss for words. “It’s been a long time.”
“I… I didn’t think I’d run into you here.” Oscar cleared his throat, trying to hide how nervous he sounded. “It’s really been a while. Do you still remember me?”
What a ridiculous question. As if Lando could ever forget the man he used to adore… and maybe had a tiny (huge) crush on.
“If you think I forgot about you, you’re dead wrong.” Lando stepped forward.
Oscar hadn’t expected him to move so suddenly, and in reflex, he stepped back—awkward and unsure. But Lando kept closing the distance between them, until he was right in front of Oscar, eyes locked with his.
“You told me I was too young to date back then,” Lando said, his voice soft but steady. “Well, I’m older now. Can I cash in that promise, Osc?”
Oscar could only stand there, cheeks burning and words stuck in his throat.
(a continuation of @toribellsa’s “age reverse! landoscar” au, i think it’s such a cute trope of them)
Ok so a marvel au that is just everyone with a successor to there hero name/tital swap with each other. For example you have miles morales as the first Spiderman and later get a really caotic Peter parker from anouther dimension, swap kamala and carol, swap anyone who has a younger person inspired by them with each outher
And don't try to tell me it dosent make sense canon dosent make sense and I have seen fandoms do more with less (e.g. batfam reverse Aus where the name robin starts at Damian) I do not care what time shenanigans or dimensional bull you have to pull I just want to see it
Sorry for rambling this was just thoughts put down but please someone write it
perhaps I'm thinking about age reversal fire siblings and how much worse Ozai would be to Azula than he is to Zuko. because Zuko's not really a bad firebender, he's a bad firebender in the context of Ozai's/Royal Family's expectations. because I go hardcore on, in Ozai's eyes, Zuko = Iron & Azula = Ozai so it's only fair that this time the younger sibling is favored and the oldest is neglected. and punished for not being that strong.
but then he'll project even more in this au because Zuko's not bad but Azula is still the prodigy.
but then, it's not a personality swap so I don't think Zuko would be as easily bent into Ozai's shape as Azula was. Azula is still loyal to a fault and her loyalty changes when Azulon orders her death. it's not like she didn't notice Ozai favored Zuko, she just didn't think he'd go as far as killing his firstborn.
in this one Ursa is a bit of a better mom, she doesn't really favor any of them. better as in she can't really protect them, but she doesn't blatantly favors one. she tried to protect Zuko because he's softer.
maybe I could go in the route of Ursa taking the children.
or she doesn't, but because she never favored any of them, Azula doesn't think she's not loved and Zuko doesn't either. and there's less resentment, I guess, from Zuko because it didn't matter if Azula has always been objectively better at everything, he's Ozai's favorite nonetheless.
In this age reversal au for Dick and Jason, is Jason also a vigilante? What would his alter-ego be? Does he join the Titans and is he friends with the other kid partners? Would he and Dick team up regularly without Bruce?
In this specific universe, I think I'd have Jason take his own path that would fulfill his own idea of helping others. That way he wouldn't have to be killed by Joker to still do something contradictory to what the rest of his family does.
Also, would it or would it not be aesthetically pleasing if Jason turned out to be a uni student who looked like this:
📸 insta: tetervinas
I love that third pic with the phone so much. Like imagine Jason being at a party and then getting a call from Dick, and Dick is clearly hurt or upset.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Jason says, brow furrowing when he hears how watery Dick's voice is. "Back it up, short stack. Where are you?"
"Next to the liquor store on Mcallister," Dick chokes out.
Jason looks around frantically for a pen. He spots one on the edge of the desk and quickly snatches it up, scribbling the street name down on the back of his hand.
"Got it," Jason says. He tosses the pen on the floor and heads for the door. "Stay right where you are. Don't move for nothing, okay?"
"Yeah, okay," Dick mumbles, "I won't."
"I'll be there in twenty. You gonna be okay until I get there?"
Dick's laugh sounds forced. "I'm not going to keel over on the sidewalk if that's what you mean."
"Better not," Jason says, feigning annoyance to cover up his worry. "I can't have you dangling over the side of my bike like a wet noodle."
"Shut up, I'll be fine," Dick says. "See you in a few."
I’ve been seeing a lot of reverse robins posts lately and it got me thinking about the rest of the batfam so I would like to present: reverse batgirls
Cassandra Cain is Batwoman. She’s Bruce Wayne’s cousin. After she and her family are kidnapped and the rest of her family is killed, she makes a daring escape. Traumatized, she gets closer to her cousin, Bruce, seeking comfort in the only family she has left. She discovers he’s Batman and decides to put her family’s wealth and her own physical prowess to the task of making sure no other child has to go through what she did.
Stephanie Brown is Oracle. She started out as Batgirl, bringing evidence of her fathers wrongdoing and plans to Batman before the Riddler can even begin to get his plans in motion. With her help, Batman is always a step ahead of the Riddler. She crosses the Joker one time too many and he uses the Riddler’s grudge against Batgirl to get back at her. Her back is broken and she wonders what she can do now. She turns to computers, in the end. She changes her college degree from nursing to computer science. She’s not a natural, but she is determined. Eventually, she becomes a force to be reckoned with and begins dealing in information, helping the Bats and Birds coordinate themselves and watching their backs from afar.
Barbara Gordon is Spoiler. She is her father’s daughter to her core. She discovers corruption in the police force and brings the evidence to Batman. She spoils the fun of the corrupt officers and politicians in Gotham, bringing them to the justice that her father can’t. Oracle takes notice and takes her under her wing, trading training and assistance for top-secret police information.
Kate Kane is Black Bat. She’s a young orphan on the streets of Gotham. Her family used to be Gotham Elite before they dissolved into the corrupted underbelly of the world like dust in the wind. She comes to Gotham in the hopes of learning a little bit about her past. She’s a street kid through and through— jaded, rough, and spunky. The wrong kind of people take an interest in her and she finds herself in the heart of a criminal enterprise through no fault of her own. Batman meets her purely by luck, having picked the same day to take them down. She offers her help and he sees promise in her. She becomes Black Bat under his tutiledge.
Summary: Damian wants nothing to do with the league. Not since his Tim’s death
Notes: you can blame @doc-squash for this. The little genius put ideas into my head I just have to write!
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Damian gritted his teeth, feeling his gut coil in horror and hot burning hate. His hands clutched at his katana and his feet were strong and steady as he stood on broken glass and cold stone.
Ras raised his head, a twisted smirk in place as he stared at Damian. He stood up from his throne, walking forwards with long graceful steps that had Damian glaring.
Two feet away and he stopped, his cloak wrapping around him in protection. He lifted a hand, staring Damian in the eye as he signalled for the Assassins to stand down. They seathed their swords and stood back, eyeing Damian in distrust.
A feral growl left Damian’s throat and the masked people left. Ras raised a eyebrow.
“They’re no longer yours to lead, grandson.” The words were taunting and Damian’s grip on the katana tightened, the silver flashing from the sun.
“I’m no grandson of yours.” Damian growled out. Hate burned his very being and his teeth gnashed at his lips. His green eyes narrowed and Ras raised a brow, looking amused.
“Wrong. You will always be my grandson.”
He stated, fingering the knife he slipped from his cloak.
“I no longer associate myself with the league. Not since you killed my brother.” Damian snarled, low and angry and Tim’s broken corpse flashed behind his eyelids. Bloodied and broken beyond repair.
“It was such a shame too. He was a good detective. Too bad he had to die because of your foolishness.”
Damian lunged with a yell, his katana high in the air when Ras moved. The knife was thrown and sunk into Damian’s shoulder to the hilt. Ras slithered forward and their weapons clashed, sparking in the air.
They pushed, sword and katana scraping against each other in fury as the wielders glared at each other behind sparks, muscles shaking as they pushed with all their might.
“Timothy was my brother! He had nothing to do with the league and nothing to do with you!” Damian spat, trembling as his Katana slipped for a second. He readjusted himself, snarling as Ras eyes twinkled in amusement.
“Oh but he did, Damian. He was smart, a clever boy that would’ve bared my children. He would’ve been twice the heir you would have ever been.”
Sparks flashed and Damian was thrown back, shaking his head in fury. His thighs shook and he lifted his katana as Ras ran forward, sword slashing down in terrifying accuracy.
“He could’ve been the perfect heir. It’s such a shame your mother had to betray me and hand you off to the detective. Maybe I should’ve went for the street runt instead!”
Damian roared, swinging his katana around and sending Ras sword flying. It struck the concrete and clattered onto the ground with a bang that left silence except for Damian’s heavy breathing.
“You will not touch Todd.” He snarled out, arms quaking as he staggered forward. “You will not harm my family again!”
Damian raced forward, katana slicing and spraying blood everywhere. It splattered against the cream coloured walls and left Damian with a sick satisfaction.
Ras slumped against the ground, raising his head shakily to glare at Damian with such hatred. “You will never have a place in the league.”
“I never wanted it.” Damian snarled, backing away to the window as footsteps thundered against stone, swords being drawn.
Damian was long gone before the ninja arrived to help their master to the pit.
Ras whole body shook as he crawled out the pit, panting and spitting out the burning liquid from his throat. He shook before he steadied himself, heaving himself up and letting his pawns dress him.
The dark figures stood before him silently, awaiting their orders from their masters. Ras felt a smirk crawl onto his lips.
“Dig up Timothy’s grave. He proves to be useful.”
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Bruce eyed him with a dead look when Damian entered the cave. His shoulders were hunched, dark bangs under his eyes as he eyed the blood on Damian’s suit. He twitched when his eyes landed on the katana.
“Tim wouldn’t have been happy with what you did tonight.” He grunted out and Damian frowned as Alfred wondered over, looking worst for wear.
Damian said nothing as Alfred worked on his shoulder. It didn’t take long for the knife to come out and Damian grunted when the stitching started.
“Sorry young master.” Alfred’s voice was tired, laced with exhaustion’s as his fingers moved more slowly than usual.
Damian shook his head, dismissing the apology as Alfred continued to stitch him up. His green eyes caught at Tim’s Robin suit and Damian flinched.
It was covered in blood and pieces were torn up and missing. Damian turned away, eyes burning as he remembered the night.
Everyone was in a frenzy. Alfred was working the computers as Cassandra tried to keep Jason distracted. Jason was angry, wiggling in Cass’ arms as he shouted.
Damian remembered how Jason wanted to come, how he wanted his favourite older brother back. He wanted to end Ras, shouted it as tears streamed down his face. Damian remembers Bruce snapping at him and then storming to the Batmobile and driving off.
Damian remembers kneeling in front of Jason who eyed him through teary blue eyes. He promised he’d bring Tim back and Jason said he’d better because Timmy still had to teach him how to use the bo because he was the absolute best at it.
Damian had agreed and ruffled his hair in a show of rare affection. Cass has looked at him with scared eyes, terrified to loose Tim and him. He promised her he’d bring Tim back before he left.
He did bring Tim back, dead and bloody with a sword through the heart and a slit throat. He’s never going to make another promise again.
“All done Master Damian.” Damian mumbled a thanks as he walked away.
“Damian! You’ve got to stop, Tim wouldn’t have wanted this.” Bruce roared, voice cracking near the end and Alfred’s form trembled at the corner of Damian’s eye.
“Tim’s dead.” Damian responded simply.
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He wasn’t dead anymore.
Damian snarled as he fought through Ras men, killing the people he once ruled. He broke bones, snapped necks as he fought his way through to Timothy.
The last man fell with a grunt of pain, limbs twitching as Damian stepped over him. His grandfather turned around with a frown, eyes skittering over the bodies with dissatisfaction.
“I’ll come back for him.” Ras finally said, stepping back as smoke covered his retreating form.
“Like hell.” Damian muttered, as he stepped into the lazuras. The green liquid swirled around his form as he walked further to the floating warmth.
He waded his way through, hands pulling at a pale arm void of scars. The body dragged towards him and Damian felt tears prick at his eyes as blue eyes peeled open slowly.
