#Half of that research was reading the new Obi-Wan Kenobi miniseries tbh but it had excellent writing

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), DCU, DCU (Comics), Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: Rebellion Era - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels

The Inquisitor’s laugh was low and predatory. “There’s the irreverence I was expecting from the infamous Jason Todd.” A bolt of fear shot through Jason. “Maybe it’s time you knew who you’re facing.” A single scarlet blade ignited, the red glow illuminating the round saber hilt and robed form of the Inquisitor. But it was his face that left Jason truly speechless.

Chapter 1

Lush swathes of green sprawled across the planet’s surface, broken only by pools and ribbons of shimmering violet water. It was pristine, untouched by the ravages of war. For now.

Dick eagerly glanced back at his padawan sitting behind him in the cockpit. The eleven-year-old was being suspiciously quiet. “What do you think? Still boring?”

Damian shook his head. His green eyes stayed fixed on the scenery below their Jedi starfighter. “It’s beautiful, Master.”

“Being a Jedi isn’t always about being in the middle of a fight,” said Dick, “We’re peacekeepers, meant to help maintain balance the same way we balance the Force in ourselves. Above all, we protect and preserve life.” It was a lesson his Master–Bruce–taught him as a boy. Though Dick was still figuring out how to impart those same lessons now that the Jedi were soldiers themselves and he was a general. The galaxy was always filled with its fair share of troubles but Dick wasn’t trained in the midst of a galactic war.

“I understand.” Damian said, still too awed for his usual stubbornness to appear.

“Good. Keeping that in mind, tell me why we’re here.” His padawan began speaking, explaining their mission that Dick knew by heart, but Dick wasn’t listening anymore. The Force was alerting him, warning him, but to what? No enemy ships appeared on his radar and their clones hadn’t raised the alarm either.

The clones. Dick looked up from the numerous panels and readouts to see the clones’ fighters breaking formation and dropping back to fly behind him. Normally it wouldn’t be a reason for concern. Their mission was only a land survey, not a dogfight or aerial assault. But Dick listened when the Force insistently rippled again and he banked hard.

The stream of laser bolts barely missed them, punching through clouds instead.

“Master!” Damian yelped in panic from the passenger seat as Dick threw them into a steep nose dive. The force of it pinned them back against their seats. Like a swarm of insects, the clones followed them down.

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