in the realm of like, rich kid problems, I want to someday read/write a fic where Nightwing is slowly establishing himself as a full-fledged JL member and everyone is relieved because finally, there's a nice Bat on the Watchtower who doesn't just shoot down their plans and deny their mission requests. but. while Nightwing is kind, and polite, and charming in all the ways the Bat isn't, he's still Dick Grayson. and Dick Grayson grew up as a very rich kid's suddenly very rich kid, which is to say while Bruce might not take it personally, Dick has been fending off people almost his entire life who were trying to use him for his Dad's money. which is to say, I think once Nightwing is on board and the relationship between him and Batman is at least somewhat well-known, there is suddenly a rush of younger, less-experienced members trying to take advantage of Nightwing, mistaking that kindness and openness for willingness to either voluntarily, or involuntarily, infringe upon and cross Batman's clear-cut boundaries. bribing Dick for a better monitor shift with Batman is one thing (it doesn't really work, Dick can't bribe Bruce with much as it is) but trying to convince Nightwing to lie to Batman? to go against him? his dad? the man who pulled him up when he had nothing and gave him meaning again? that man?? and then comes the inevitable, chilling realization, that while Nightwing might wear a different mask, might wear an open smile on the Watchtower and with friends off-shift, there are some lines he won't cross, same as Bruce. he won't, sure as the sun rises and the rot rolls off the Gotham Harbor in the morning.
maybe never forgive. but things are different now. so we'll use maybe.
Anyway one of the reasons I’m so mad about Order 66 is the fact that a happy ending would have meant that Clone Culture and Jedi Culture would mix because they basically adopted each other and it would have been beautiful
Jedi are peacekeepers and they are more than happy to return to their role but war still haunts them and leaves its marks. Many are happy to get rid of their armor, others not so much
Padawans who survived and grow into Knights who keep parts of their armor, painted in the color of their battalion
New Padawans who pick up an armor and paint it in colors meaningful to them after their first mission! Imagine excited kids coming back going “Look! My armor has its first scratch!!!” And a clone being so happy for this tiny Shinie
Which also: Language. Okay. So much slang becoming casual in the temple but also Mando’a. Shinie and Padawan becoming pretty synonymous after a few years.
And like, going on missions without clones just feels kinda weird at this point. And they just attach themselves to their Jedi for missions because sure, we’re not fighting A War™️ anymore but Skywalker and Kenobi are still Skywalker-and-Kenobi and We Know Better
Also Force-sensitive clones because canon robbed us of that. Which starts the whole age debate. And then somebody (Anakin who is busy being a Dad and also a Master bc he deserved it after defeating Sidious) goes “I mean. The oldest are actually only 15 and also we should listen to the Force”
And the Council is already so tired, Skywalker has been taking his adorable super strong kids to meetings basically everyday, Plo Koon legally adopted the Wolfpack as soon as Clones were recognized as citizens of the Republic (he had the adoption papers on his person so he could make use of them ASAP) might as well change the code
So Clone Padawans!!! And later Knights!!!! And they’re so proud of it.
On the other hand, a lot of clones adapt Jedi practices! Learn their code to make it through the memories of war because bred soldier or not - it leaves scars
They meditate! Some of them might even actually kinda know how to handle a lightsaber because their Jedi keep losing theirs
They first get Jedi tunics because that’s just what they have at the temple and when you need to supply a lot is people with casual clothes, that’s a good start. Some clones branch out, others don’t. They’re comfortable and the whole cape/robe drop is badass
Tattoos! Not really a thing for the Jedi as a culture before, but they become more and more popular so that Masters legit have to make sure their underaged Padawans won’t get any.
Sharing last names! Like, objectively, them optioning for going by “Fett” is funny for so many reasons, most of them related to Boba having to sit through various “No, not that Fett” talks but also! Jedi offering up their last names! Plo already adopted his batch but I bet Cody introduces himself as “Kenobi” and Obi-Wan doesn’t even blink like “It suits you, Commander”.
Also Ahsoka and Rex coming home because we deserve that and Ahsoka and Anakin nearly throwing hands about Who Gets To Give Rex Their Last Name. (RIP to them because Padmé was quicker and Rex Amidala sounds ten times as cool)
Tiny younglings!!! Being so honored when they can share a name with a Clone. Imagine a small little Twi’lek Initiate being HYPED when a Commander accepts her name. A hero! Thinking you’re very brave!
The Senate maybe goes “but the clones don’t belong to you-“ at the start but are shut up very quickly.
Just give me the Clones and Jedi in the aftermath of the war living together peacefully.
Fic idea: Ra’s al Ghul grows tired of waiting for Bruce Wayne to come back to his service in the League of Assassins after spurring his offer ten years ago at the end of his training. He can no longer function as the Demon’s Head due to repeated exposure to the Lazarus Pits, and Talia cannot take his place. Ra’s travels to Gotham with his closest shadows/guards, desperate to make a deal. He corners Bruce Wayne as his famed Bat on a rooftop and gives him an ultimatum: one year of service, one year as the Demon’s Head in his place, and Ra’s will spare his city and family.
Bruce, as Batman, prepares to fight the League shadows and Ra’s, defending his beloved Gotham, until Ra’s adds that amid the carnage and confusion of their resulting fight, he will take a son — any son — and force them to the Demon’s Head in Bruce’s stead. Even the Bat cannot run forever, not from the League. Their existence has always been in passive recognition of the other; fighting will draw heavy losses on both sides.
And so, recalling his own days of training under Ra’s and the horror that await, Bruce agrees. He swears to service for one year, and one year only; no more, no less. No killing. Ra’s tells him his moral code may outlast all of them.
Bruce returns with Ra’s and Talia, faking his death for his family to discover. He hides the traces of League activity and follows them back to Nanda Parbat, where he had trained ten years before. As he embraces his year as the Demon’s Head, certain strained seams begin to appear. Ra’s is dying, and will not return to service in a year. There is no clear successor after Bruce. Killing is “off the table” when he meets with his advisors, but everyone gives him an amused, indulgent look when he mentions it. Talia is not interested in him romantically or sexually, but he gets the impression the word soon is floating around somewhere in her mind.
Soon comes around quickly into his tenure and new life. Ra’s orders him bathed in the Lazarus Pits one night. It takes sixteen League shadows to wrestle him into the water. Once submerged, he sinks without knowing how, all the way down. In the waters, he realizes that the Pits remember everything. This cave system knew Ra’s, it held Jason, and it drowned and changed dozens of powerful men over the years. The waters know, and he knows. He sinks past the shallow cove of Jason’s trauma, so blotted out that he cannot remember the Pit at all; he sinks down into Ra’s life, at the very bottom, and it becomes him. He becomes it. There is no line between them down here, where knowledge simply is.
The man who emerges from the Pits is not Bruce Wayne, not entirely. But it is the man he would have been, had he agreed to LoA service all those years ago. He is sharp and uncompromising. He is the Bat without his code, without his guardrails or rules. He is everything the Demon Head had lost, in the last few centuries of existence. He glows with a dark fire so bright, it sucks away the light from every other source in the room. He is dressed in dark, simple armor and black robes that call back to his former life. His face is bare. His eyes are a bright, all-knowing green.
Our fic picks up after this Demon’s Head comes into his own destiny and power. Told from the perspective of the children Bruce Wayne left behind, who find themselves chasing a shadowy figure around the world with the help of the Justice League. The new Demon’s Head is causing problems for everyone, and things have changed at the global level under his mysterious hand — so why does it feel like the Batkids know him?
It all comes to a head (heh) when the Justice League arrest the Demon’s Head and bring him up to the Watchtower. Only for him to be unmasked as Bruce Wayne, a dead man walking, an unfulfilled legacy, the person who built the very satellite under their feet in another life. Batman himself, with glowing green eyes and a Father’s face. Gone, but remade again. All in service of something greater than one man.
tbobf denied us ahsoka spacegoogling 'how to tell your fellow jedi that he's lowkey secretly your nephew' which i personally think is a tragedy
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It’s still so funny to me that throughout the first half of AtSV Miles is all miffed about Hobie and grouchy any time Gwen brings him up or when Hobie does or says anything, while Hobie is just lingering behind his shoulder the whole time being his biggest cheerleader
do you think Kanan and Anakin and Padme are all besties in the force afterlife? also in your Skywalkers apart au would Kanan still blow up?
anyway your work is lovely and so cute ❤️
unfortunately yes to your second question, but um ⅔ of a yes to your first question!!!
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I am sorry this took so long to be posted. Not too much happens in this update aside from the twins arguing, and this was a dialogue I worked on a lot to get just right, but It isn't an action update.
This update was so much more work than expected. Thanks to a computer crash, I almost lost this, but I recovered most of the artwork with Clip Studio's automatic recovery files.
Personal Life Updates: One of my brothers got married. I'm applying to graduate schools. I did Inktober last month, and I am doing NaNoWriMo right now.
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