Before - Legends "Holy Force, Batman!" Crossover/AU, JA, H/C, Qui/Obi-angst (2008 Winner Best Crossover!)

?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.

 

Wow, I don't know much about Batman, but that was funny!! Nice job!

 

Thanks, Alasse_Earfalag! Wow! Try saying that three times fast. I have quite a few stories posted on the Classic JC Fan Fiction board, but haven't posted a story in a long time. I'll post the second chapter to this sometime today. Enjoy!

 

Chapter 2 ? It?s A Brand New World

Obi-Wan walked down the dimly lit corridor, to the right and a step behind his master, listening intently to Qui-Gon?s conversation with the Prime Minister of Gaul Prima. Primans tended to run on the short side, and Prime Minister Roschan was no exception, barely reaching Qui-Gon?s waist. Obi-Wan stared a moment at the side of Roschan?s vivid white face, blinked and turned his gaze forward. His eyes hurt if he looked too long at the Prime Minister. Honestly, you could strip the man naked, hang him in the night sky and he could masquerade as a star. He didn?t know how Qui-Gon stood it.

Roschan ran a hand through the tuft of black hair springing from the crown of his head. ?Do you really think they?ll catch up with us, Master Jedi??

Qui-Gon?s voice emanated calm assurance. ?I?m afraid that?s a distinct possibility until we reach the inner core shipping lanes.?

Roschan sighed and nodded. ?At least we have fighters. Two squadrons should be enough to repel any attack they can mount.?

?I hope you?re right, Mr. Prime Minister.?

?Do you think the Senate will help my planet? I don?t know how much longer we can survive these pirate raids. Our economy is in tatters, and our food resources are almost completely depleted. If they won?t protect us?.? He shook his head.

?I?m certain your request to join the Republic will go a long way towards persuading them. Gaul Prima has much to offer in trade.?

An explosion rocked the ship. Obi-Wan automatically drew on the Force to keep his feet. Qui-Gon grabbed Roschan before he slammed into the bulkhead. Claxons sounded throughout the ship.

?I believe those fighters are about to be put to the test,? Qui-Gon said. ?Obi-Wan, you go with them. Your flying skills will be of great assistance.?

?Yes, Master.? Obi-Wan turned and sprinted down the corridor in the opposite direction, toward the hanger bay. ?I?ve got a bad feeling about this,? he muttered to himself.

***

Obi-Wan targeted yet another enemy fighter and fired, scoring a direct hit. The Force warned him of another incoming shot. He rolled up and over his wingman, leveling out to the Priman?s left. Unfortunately, the shot meant for him hit his wingman, exploding the fighter. Debris from the blast hit him full force. The starboard engine exploded, ramming a spike of durasteel directly through his astro-droid unit. Oh, that?s lovely!

<<Obi-Wan!>>

<<I?m all right, Master, but I?m going to have to land. One of my engines is gone, and I?m losing power.>>

<<We have to make a run for it.>> Worry laced Qui-Gon?s mind voice. <<I?ll be back for you.>>

<<I know. Go! I?ll be fine.>> He hesitated a moment to make sure the transport safely made the jump to hyperspace. The pirate fighters ignored him and pursued after the Prime Minister?s transport instead. He turned his attention to the nearest planet, close enough that its gravity was already reeling in his crippled ship. Scanner readings showed the atmosphere breathable. One less thing to worry about. Now if I can just land this thing without obliterating myself?.

A blinking red light on his console informed him that his one remaining engine was now at half power. He considered sending out a distress signal, but that might attract the pirates? attention his way. Hmm? captured and tortured by pirates? death as a result of crashing on an obscure planet. Tough decision. I think I?ll take my chances with the planet. The fighter already had a homing beacon, and Qui-Gon knew his approximate location. Just a matter of landing safely and waiting for rescue. Should be easy.

The fighter dipped into the atmosphere and picked up speed as it descended. Obi-Wan concentrated all his Force abilities on trying to keep the nose up while, at the same time, locating a likely crash site. He managed to keep the fighter just above the treetops and thought he spotted a clearing. Unfortunately, a large dwelling now stood directly in his flight path. Pulling back

 

w00t! Loving this cross over (I remember this bunny from a long, long time ago. Glad it finally made it to posting!)

Looking forward to the next part.

 

Oh ho!! I am a little vague on my Batman - I've just got the basics from the movies - but this looks like an intriguing combination. Star Wars mixes surprisingly well with comics.

And I was surprised to see your name - - I've only been on the boards a few years, but I've sure seen it whilst obsessively digging around in the back pages for the Qui-Gon Index. Have to add this one now....

 

Ooh, I'm loving this so far!

I don't know much about Batman either, but now I kind of want to watch that movie, if I can find it somewhere...

I can't wait to find out what happens next!


And I just have to say I'm glad to see you back and writing again, p_stotts! Your story "The Sorcerer's Apprentice" is one of my most favorite stories EVER!

 

So Batman lives in the Jedi neighbourhood.
I know heaps about Batman, he was my favourite until Obi-Wan came along
I especially liked the first batman Michael Keaton.
He was so dark and depressing and some one who might just be a vigilante.
I like the new batman Christian Bale


Definately better than Val Kilmer, and didn't like George Clooney much.
But your story has Obi-Wan in it, and I like the first two posts.

Very nice.

 

Yay! Thanks so much for your kind words, greencat, ardavenport, Bastet, and Gkilkenny. You guys like it; you really like it! **Ahem. Stops channeling Sally Fields.** It feels so good to be back among enthusiastic and supportive friends. Six years of, "Sorry, but this story doesn't meet our needs at this time," frustrated me to no end.

I expanded Sorcerer's Apprentice into a full-length novel, added subplots to the basic story, created my own characters and world, and... no one was interested in publishing it. Anyone here interested in reading it (and yes, you should recognize the Qui/Obi characters, maybe even Mace), should PM me and I'll email it to you off list.

For those of you unfamiliar with me from the old days, I try my darndest to post a story chapter every day. I no longer have a home Internet connection as we got rid of our landline (now use cell phones) and can't afford cable (rising gas prices anyone?), so I do my posting at work, which is exceptionally slow this time a year. Wow, talk about your run-on sentences! I work at a University and the spring semester just ended.

Anyway, I'll post chapter three later today. Hope you'll tune back in!

 

Chapter 3 ? To Trust or Not To Trust, That Is The Question.

?What is this thing??

Dick Grayson turned his gaze away from the instrument panel in the cockpit and looked down at Barbara Gordon, the newest addition to their household. She stood, hands on hips looking at the mangled mess that had run Robin off the road earlier that morning. Circles underlined her eyes and her long, blond hair looked like it had come out of the wrong end of a wind machine. Oh well, he probably looked just as bad, considering the accident and the fact that he hadn?t gotten any sleep.

?I?m not sure,? Bruce Wayne?s voice echoed from underneath the belly of the thing.

Dick rolled his eyes at the sickeningly chipper tone of voice of his mentor. Bruce could go a week without sleep and still look fresh enough to run the Boston Marathon.

?This is unlike any material I?ve ever encountered before,? Bruce?s voice continued. It looks like metal, yet it?s too lightweight to be metal. What do you think, Dick??

Dick glanced back inside the cockpit. ?Pretty complicated instrumentation and I?ve never seen any symbols like these before, either.?

Barbara blew a strand of hair out of her eyes and craned her neck to look at Dick. ?What?s that domed thing in the tail?

Dick stood up in the cockpit and leaned on the hull to get a closer look. He gave the thing a few tentative knocks, shrugging his shoulders when nothing happened. ?Beats me, Babs. Maybe it?s some sort or weapon.? He ran his hand over the surface and down to the metallic protrusion sticking out the side of it. ?Whatever it is, I think it?s toast. Look at all these scorch marks.? He gave the protrusion a slight tug, but it wouldn?t budge. ?It looks like it got ran through, too.?

?Excuse me, sirs,? Alfred interrupted, ?and Barbara.?

Barbara flashed her uncle a grin.

Alfred nodded at her and turned his attention to Bruce. ?Our young visitor awakened briefly about an hour ago.?

Bruce walked into view and faced Alfred. ?What?s he doing now??

?He went back to sleep at my urging, but I don?t believe it will be long before he?ll be up and about.?

Dick grinned. ?Don?t be silly, Al.? He hopped down from the cockpit, landing lightly on his feet. ?Doc said he wouldn?t be up for days.?

Alfred raised an eyebrow at Dick and returned his attention to Bruce. ?His head wound is almost completely healed.?

A rare display of unguarded shock showed briefly on Bruce?s face. He glanced at Dick and Barbara, and trotted toward the stairs that would take him up into the mansion.

Alfred followed at a more sedate pace.

***

Obi-Wan opened his eyes for the second time that day. This time he made certain he was alone before trying to move. The angle of sunlight coming from the edges of the drapes had changed, telling him the healing trance had lasted several hours.

Turning his attention inward, he checked his shoulder and found only minor soreness. Careful of his still tender ribs, he removed his right arm from the restraining harness and checked the flexibility. ?A little stiff and sore, but much better. I?ll still have to take care for a day or so. Okay, moment of truth.?

Carefully and slowly, he rolled onto his right side, wincing at the twinges of pain in his chest and shoulder, then pushed himself to a sitting position. The room spun for a moment, but he automatically drew on the Force to bring everything back into focus.

Just then, the bedroom door opened, and Obi-Wan looked up, expecting to see the older, white-haired gentleman who had been in the room earlier. Instead, he found a man almost as tall as Qui-Gon and just as powerfully built. The backlighting from the corridor kept the man?s expression in shadows, but his stance hinted at a readiness to attack? something Obi-Wan fervently hoped he wouldn?t do. He wasn?t exactly in a position to defend himself very well.

The man strolled into the room, the casualness of the stride in direct contrast to his tense muscles. He stopped a few feet from the bed, and Obi-Wan could s

 

Wow! I LOVE Batman-- and this is a brilliant crossover. Please, add me to the PM list. I can't wait to see where this is going!

 

Loved the update!

Like I said in another thread, I love crossovers, it's fun to watch the two sides try to figure each other out. I can't wait to see what kind of questions Batman has for Obi-Wan.

Pardon my ignorance, though, but who is Dick Grayson, is that Robin? And Barbara, who is she besides Alfred's niece? Dang, I really need to find that movie...

I was so glad to hear you like to update once a day, that's awesome! Because I, of course, can't wait for more!

 

Excellent.
I love that Bruce and Obi-Wan, are talking. I bet Bruce has
no idea just who Obi-Wan is and what he can do.
Bruce always was the silent type, only saying enough to get his message across.

Keep up the good writing.

 

Welcome, Quigonjessica. I'm glad you're enjoying the story. Chapter 4 coming later today. Oh, and as I might not remember to PM you, just mark this story so you'll receive notices everytime it's updated. Or you could add me to your watched user list.

Yes, Dick Grayson is Robin, and Bruce Wayne's ward in everyday life. Barbara is Batgirl and, in the movie Batman and Robin, she was portrayed as Alfred's niece instead of Commissioner Gordon's daughter, as was the case in the old tv series in the 60's.

That's how he comes across to me as well. Robin on the other hand... well, that's just wait and see where this story takes him.

More later!

 

I have longed hoped for a Batman/Star Wars crossover. This definitely looks interesting.

 

Thanks, Zaravalinor, and welcome. I'm glad you're enjoying the story. Here's more. Chapter 4 is short, but it was a good stopping place. I'll post more tomorrow.


Chapter 4 ? Feeling Each Other Out

Bruce sat back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. ?First of all, I want you to know up front that the answers you give me will directly determine whether or not I turn you over to the authorities.?

?The authorities?? Obi-Wan took a moment to calm himself. He knew he couldn?t show any emotion Bruce might mistake for weakness. ?I haven?t done anything wrong? have I??

Bruce shrugged. ?We?ll see. That jet you crashed in isn?t like anything I?ve ever encountered before. That leaves all sorts of possibilities to contemplate. For example, it might be some new top-secret prototype, like the stealth bomber was several years ago, and perhaps you stole it, and crashed because you?re unfamiliar with how to fly it.?

Obi-Wan drew on the Force to purge the growing annoyance he felt at Bruce?s suggestion. ?I am no thief, Master Wayne, and I assure you I am quite familiar with how to fly that? jet.?

?Well, if you were authorized to fly it, then the military would have tracked your flight and would have sent out a rescue and retrieval team? yet no one has shown up. Can you explain that??

?You are the one who suggested I was flying a top secret prototype, not me.?

?Then what is it??

Obi-Wan looked down at his hands, folded in his lap and searched the Force for guidance, but none was forthcoming. He looked up into Bruce?s face and said, ?I?m afraid I am not at liberty to say.?

Bruce raised his chin. ?All right, let?s try something more simple. Where are you from??

Obi-Wan swallowed heavily. ?I am not from around here.?

?No kidding. Care to be a little more specific??

?I don?t think that would be wise at this time.?

Irritation showed on Bruce?s face. ?Look, Obi-Wan, or whatever your name is.? He stood up and glowered down at Obi-Wan. ?I don?t intend to waste my time beating around the bush with you. I will not expose myself, my household, or Gotham City for that matter, to what I consider a threat. Now, either you answer my questions, or I?ll have no choice but to turn you and whatever that was you were flying over to the authorities. I can assure you, they won?t be so patient or gentle with you.?

Obi-Wan drew in a deep breath, closing his eyes a moment. He knew his response would seal his fate, but he felt he had no choice. He looked Bruce in the eyes and said, ?You must, of course, do what you think is best, Master Wayne. I can only tell you that I am no threat? not to you, not to your household, nor to your city, and certainly not to your planet.?

Obi-Wan suddenly found himself the target of one of the most intense stares he?d ever encountered. ?Did you say planet??

Uh oh, said too much Kenobi. He remained silent and let Bruce draw his own conclusions.

?That?s why your jet didn?t look familiar,? Bruce continued. ?It?s not a jet. It?s a space craft of some type.? He brought his face close to Obi-Wan?s and rested his fists on either side of him on the mattress. ?You?re not from this planet, are you??

Obi-Wan refused to react to the other man?s obvious tactic of intimidation. He knew he could push Bruce away from him at any time. The Force swirled inside him, filling his mind with calm, and he felt compelled to tell Bruce the truth. Finally, he broke eye contact with a heavy sigh, dropping his gaze to his lap. ?No,? he whispered.

Bruce straightened up then slowly sat down on the edge of the mattress. ?What happened?? he asked in a surprisingly gentle voice.

Obi-Wan looked up at him and was surprised to see an expression of concern on his face. Using the Force, he carefully touched Bruce?s mind, just enough to determine his true emotions, and found genuine concern there as well. ?My master and I were on a mission to protect the Prime Minister of Gaul Prima from pirates. We were escorting him to Coruscant to testify before

 

I love how often you update. I have the feeling that Obi-Wan isn't going to be the only galactic traveler making an appearance in Gotham.

 

Thanks! Glad you like it. I won't have access to a computer again until Monday, so no updates over the weekend, but I'll be back on Monday to post more. See ya then!

 

Wow! I really, really love this update. I just can't wait to see what happens!

 

Loved the update!

Great conversation between Obi and Batman! But I wonder if Batman really believed Obi-Wan or not? His story really is a lot to swallow.

I can't wait to read more on Monday!

 

Great story and looking forward to the next update

 

Very nice!

I'm glad Obi finally told Batman the truth. I wonder how/if he'll discover that Bruce is Batman?

I'm invisioning what will happen when Qui meets Batman. That should be interesting.

 

You have me hooked. Interesting story and nicely written, can't wait to see what happens next.

And ya gotta love the update schedule.

azizah

 

Brilliant.

You are keeping Bruce's character, true to form.
Suspicious and yet honest.

Some how I think Alfred is going to have another guest for dinner
and he better make up the spare room for Obi-Wan.

Wait until Obi finds out what Bruce does in his spare time.


Keep going I absolutely love this.

 

Thanks so much, everyone, for all the wonderful feedback. I'll post another chapter later today. I just have to get it typed up, which will use up all of the story I have written prior to this. Then I'm back in new territory and writing from scratch, but it's not like I haven't done that before. I generally write by the seat of my pants, figuring out the twists and turns of a story as I go, so we'll be surprised together.

More later!