I own neither Batman nor Star Wars. As a fan of both, I wish I could, but I don't. Note: this is essentially the Batman mythos in Star Wars. I'm going with just Batman because if I included the likes of Superman and Green Lantern it'd make the Jedi and everything pointless. Also, to make everything feel a little bit more Star Wars the real names of certain characters will have different names. For example, instead of Bruce Wayne, Batman's real name is Bale Kea'ton. I'm just changing names, not origins. Right, let us being. I'd also like to thank Transformers g1's-Prime for editing.

A long ago in a galaxy far,

far away…

The war between the forces of the Galactic Republic and the Separatist Alliance has spread throughout the galaxy, leaving countless worlds devastated in its wake.

Leading the forces of the Republic are the brave Jedi Knights. With the Jedi occupied with their new military roles in the war, pirates and vicious criminals have taken advantage of their absence, allowing the criminal underworld to fester freely on many planets.

However, a mysterious vigilante known as "The Batman" has emerged, striking fear into the hearts of criminals throughout the galaxy.

Night has fallen on Coruscant, the capital of the Galactic Republic. On the surface, Coruscant is an ecumenopolis, with over billions of living beings inhabiting the city-planet. However, once one delves deeper into the planet, they will know that the "Queen of the Core", as it is commonly referred to as, is anything but perfect. Centuries of peace has allowed the criminal underworld to grow without repent, turning the planet's lower levels into a wretched hive of scum and villainy. Recently, however, it's been much quieter.

While most would believe it to be the stern law enforcement brought on upon by the Supreme Chancellor, Sheev Palpatine, the planet's citizenry knew of the real reason behind it. The reason for it is because of the Batman. While his existence is debated among those within the Republic's territories, most criminals operating on the galactic capital know better. However, some have yet to encounter the dark vigilante and still think of him as nothing more but as an urban myth, a scare tactic conjured up by the Jedi Knights. As such, some have moved their activities to other parts of the planet to profit more from other gangs that are willing to operate under the shroud of darkness.

Currently, a small group of tough-looking thugs was preparing to break into the well-known Dex's Diner in the CoCo District. Since the diner was closed, there were no lights on and this allowed the trio the opportunity to make a score, as most criminals often say, without running into the diner's beefy owner, the rough-looking Dexter Jettster.

"Remember the plan," the human mercenary said, a nervous twinge to his voice. "Stay here, and keep on guard for any sign of the police or the Clones."

"Understood." The Twi'lek mercenary replied coolly, his tone suggesting that he isn't taking the human's paranoia all that seriously. Regardless of the Twi'lek's own personal opinions, he stood guard in front of the door nonetheless.

Nodding slowly, the human crouched down slightly and slowly approached the counter until he disappeared behind it completely.

"What's up with him?" The Weequay asked gruffly, taking a whiff of his cheap-looking death stick.

"Whaddya' think," The Twi'lek grunted. "He's nervous, it's only natural for his kind to be."

"I know that, but how in the Seven Corellian Hells does a member of the Black Sun get nervous? Especially over a job like this?" The Weequay asked.

The Twi'lek snickered to himself. "Get this, he's one of those idiots who actually believes in the whole 'Batman' bantha fodder. Ha! Get real." The Twi'lek snorted, folding his arms over his chest. Watching the Weequay smoke made him yearn for a smoke himself.

"I don't know, man." The Weequay frowned. "From what I heard, some guys from Ziro's old gang was found hanging ten thousand feet in the air and was crying out about some giant bat-creature that attacked them."

"That's bull. Idiots were all probably high on Spice or who knows what else. You know those slugs test their products on some of their guys just for kicks. I say it's the Jedi working with the feds to root out the major syndicates on the planet."

"Like I said, man, I don't know. Hell, even that may not be true what with most of those weirdoes out fighting in the war with those clone freaks."

"Whatever," the Twi'lek waved his hand casually. "Regardless, something's muscling the Hutts off-world and I hear that the Black Sun's next. Little do they know is that we aren't going so easily like those bloated slugs."

The Weequay opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the human power walking towards the two with a large sack slung over his thin shoulder. "We got what we came here for," he said, his beady eyes darting back and forth rapidly. "Let's get outta' here."

"Finally," the Twi'lek grunted, slinging his carbon rifle over his chest. "I was getting sick of this s*** already."

The trio made their way out of the diner and towards their vehicle parked behind within a darkened alley. Suddenly, a projectile was thrown at the nearby streetlamp, shrouding the area in pitch-black darkness.

"What the hell?!" the Twi'lek blurted out, trying to make out his surroundings in the dark.

"Switch on your lights, right now!" the human practically squealed out the command, trembling in his current position.

A second later, the Weequay and Twi'lek had activated their flashlights connected to their blaster rifles, and frantically looked around to find what knocked out the lamp. Out of the corner of his eyes, the Weequay noticed a small object lying on the ground surrounded by several pieces of broken glass. He slowly approached the object, and felt his face pale at what he saw.

The object was sharp as a knife, its color as black as coal, and, most importantly, it was forged in the shape of a bat.

"Guys," he whispered, trying his best to try and stifle his trembling voice. "We have to go. Now!"

Suddenly, the lights that the thugs had on their rifles went out, making the thugs jump before they heard something. As if something was moving fast towards them. The human, practically urinated his pants at this point, began to fire randomly in all directions, ignoring the screams of his escorts.

A scream erupted from the human's mouth, as he felt something slice against his hand, forcing him to drop his rifle from pain. It was then that the human noticed that his escorts had been eerily quiet since his momentary temper tantrum. He turned around and noticed a shape darker than regular shadows standing in front of him, and the human tried to scramble back only to fall flat on his rear end.

Overhead, high in the night's skies, the clouds that blocked the moon fell away and allowed light to shine down on the CoCo District, and the human soiled his trousers for real once he saw what was standing in front of him.

The dark shape looked like it came straight out of a nightmare. It was big, standing around at least 1.9 meters. It had short pointy ears on top of a black cowl. He was wearing gray body armor with the symbol of a black bat on the chest. The most frightening aspect about it was the nasty glare plastered on its face, and it was directed at the human.

This was the Batman, and he was coming for him.

The human pulled out a spare blaster he always kept in the back of his pants, and open fired on the Dark Knight. Dodging the bolts with ease, the Batman threw another sharp projectile at the human's arm, the sharp blade digging deep into his flesh. The human dropped the blaster to the ground and yelled at the top of his lungs in absolute agony.

Meanwhile, the Weequay, who had regained consciousness after the human began shooting at the Batman, got back up and aimed his rifle at the back of the Batman's head. However, as if he had eyes in the back of his cowl, the Batman tossed another projectile at the Weequay only for it to go into the rifle itself and creating a bright explosion of sparks that incited a yell from the Weequay before he was silenced by a quick jab to the face by the Batman, knocking him back down to the ground.

Seeing all opposition no longer a problem, the Batman turned his attention back to the cowardly human, who was shaking in his place. "Don't hurt me, man!" he begged, stammering in fear. "Y-yo-you want some money?! I-I-I've got it! Lots of it!"

Before the mercenary could react, the Batman had his hand wrapped tightly around his throat and began to lift him up. And before he could say anything else, darkness claimed his vision.

"Wake up… wake up!" An angry voice, that sounded utterly demonic, demanded the slowly recovering human who then noticed his interrogator.

Though he didn't believe in any omnipotent god, the human prayed to the Maker that it was a cop, but it was infinitely worse. It was the Dark Knight, who was staring at the human with a fierce scowl on his inhuman face. He then noticed that he was being hung upside down over the ledge of a very, very high skyscraper. He could see the numerous speeders zipping fast down below, and his mind began to play images of what would happen if the Batman were to drop him now. As expected, he began screaming in fear.

He turned to face the silent vigilante who was holding him by his ankle. "Let me go! Please!" the human cried, tears running down his face shamelessly.

"I wouldn't recommend it." Batman said coldly, slowly releasing his grip on the thug's ankle, making the human's eyes bug out in fear and scream that he changed his mind.

"What do you want?!" the human asked, fearing for his life.

The Dark Knight held the thug up to his face so that the human could stare into the Batman's soulless, glowing white eyes. "Your name is Corbenn Minpick," the Batman stated bluntly. "One of the chief enforcers for the Black Sun gang on Coruscant."

"Yeah, so?" Corbenn whimpered nervously.

"A few days ago, you were seen heading towards New Plymto with a group of mercenaries by order of your boss, Xist. Once you arrived, you abducted a young Nosaurian girl by the name of Gaeriel Jae. Where is she?" Batman demanded.

"I-I-I don't know what you're talking about!"

Batman didn't like what he heard. Growling, he let go of the thug's ankle, causing Corbenn to scream like a small child. For a moment, Corbenn saw his life flash before his eyes before he felt himself stop when the Batman grabbed his ankle in the nick of time.

"I won't ask again. WHERE IS GAERIEL JAE?!" Batman yelled furiously.

"Okay! Okay, I'll tell you!" Corbenn screamed, panting desperately for air. "She's still on New Plympto! There's a slave trade there! A big one near the Cadgel Meadows spaceport! If you hurry now, you could still catch her, now please let me go!"

"Sure." Batman said with a sly grin. He let go, and Corbenn screamed. However, he came to a sudden halt a few meters from the ledge that he had been held over. A closer look by any observers could see that there was a tether wrapped around his leg. Regardless, the adrenaline rush wore off and Corbenn fainted.

By the time that people noticed the unconscious thug, the Batman had already vanished into the night.

Well? How was it? Please leave your thoughts and tell me your opinions. I also welcome constructive criticism. I'd also like to thank Transformer g1's-Prime for taking his/her's time to edit.