?Holy Force, Batman!? BY: p_stotts CATEGORY: Crossover/AU, JA, H/C, Obi/Qui-angst (possible Obi-torture?I haven?t gotten that far yet), drama SETTING: 6-yrs pre-TPM and just after the events of Batman and Robin (1989), the movie that starred George Clooney, Chris O?Donnell, and Alicia Silverstone. RATING: PG SUMMARY: An ambush while on an escort mission damages Obi-Wan?s fighter and forces him to crash land on Earth, where he encounters the caped crusaders of Gotham. DISCLAIMER: I don?t own any recognizable characters from the Star Wars and Batman universes. FEEDBACK is strongly encouraged. Author?s Note: Mesa back! I haven?t posted any new stories in probably 6 years, although I have been writing. I hope any of my old fans who are still around will jump right in. For those of you new to me, I love to explore ?what ifs? in my stories. So, the premise of this story is? what if Obi-Wan crash-landed on Earth and came under the protection of Batman? Note: Underlined passages denote thoughts. Bracketed passages denote telepathic communication. Chapter 1 ? Mind if I Drop In? The air held a crisp autumn chill, just bracing enough to keep Robin sharp after a long, uneventful night of patrolling. Trees, denuded of their foliage, zipped by on either side of the deserted lane that led to the Batcave, showing briefly in the Redbird?s headlight before blending back into the darkness. Dawn tinged the horizon to his left. He smiled, revved the engine of his Redbird and rounded the next turn. Batman, who?d already arrived home, would kill him for driving without a helmet, but Robin needed the adrenaline rush to keep him awake. Funny how a night of inactivity exhausted him more than battling the criminal element. No matter; five more miles and he could collapse onto a soft, feather mattress. He squinted at a sudden bright light to his right. What the...? A fireball lit up the western sky bathing the road and surrounding woods in false daylight. The silhouette of Wayne Manor came into view up on the hill. Robin stared in mute horror. The comet, or whatever it was, streaked toward the house at incredible speed. If it hit?. He tapped his earpiece. ?Batman!? Fear gripped his chest as he helplessly watched the inevitable-looking impact, but the thing pulled up at the last second, barely skimming the roof and crashing through the north chimney. ?Robin?.? Batman?s baritone voice sounded in his ear, but Robin never got a chance to respond. The thing dropped at a sharp angle, careened across the brow of the hill, scattering clods of dirt and rock in all directions. It barreled through the treetops, sending branches flying in its wake, skidded across the road right into Robin?s path, through the guardrail and down into the ravine. Robin slammed on his brakes and veered sharply to the right to avoid a collision. The bike dangled sideways at a precarious angle for a split second. Just before it skidded out from underneath him, he leapt from the seat and curled up into a fetal position, his chin tucked down, arms covering his head, and rolled with the momentum several hundred feet before coming to a stop in the middle of the road. The Redbird hit a tree head on, exploding on impact. Moving with exaggerated care, Robin uncurled himself until he lay on his back. For a moment, all he could do was stare at the stars overhead, wondering just how he?d arrived at this position. He blinked once, twice, and came back to himself. A quick mental inventory of injuries cataloged various cuts, scrapes, and a few sore ribs. Toes and fingers wiggled on command; knees and elbows bent as they should with only minor discomfort. Luckily, his Robin suit had absorbed most of the impact. He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing just how fortunate he was to have avoided serious injury. Note to self: always wear a helmet in future. Very slowly, he sat up. The world spun counterclockwise, making his last meal make its presence known. Whoa. Let?s not take that ride again.