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Figuring out how to draw Damian

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Starscream as a cunty supermodel

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I’ve decided I want Jason Todd to look like young Jensen Ackles

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bruce is a tired dad

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Trying out new pastel copic markers my roommate gave me for Xmas

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Kid!Bruce bothering a sleeping Alfred? :D

Had one stewing in my files already ;d

Dickie bothering his dad, Demon Child creeping Father out, Bruce vs Jason, Tim doing just fine, Step’s Watah, Cass the Golden Child, Softboy Ace

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Dickie bothering his dad, Demon Child creeping Father out, Bruce vs Jason, Tim doing just fine, Step’s Watah, Cass the Golden Child, Softboy Ace, Bruce is guilty too

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Just One Job [Part 1]

a/n: Hello! I haven't posted fanfiction for public consumption in probably eight years. I am extremely nervous lol. I'm trying out writing for The Bad Batch and I wanted to share with the community on here bc I've really enjoyed everyone else's work so far. Please let me know if I missed any warnings and I will happily add them (I don't want to accidentally blindside anyone).

word count: 905 :)

If I keep writing it'll eventual Hunter x forcesensitive!oc, but like super slow burn with some enemies to lovers in there

Also third person POV

~Oc is named (Rean); they/them pronouns; extremely minor description of eyes~

Warnings: Mention of death, mention of Order 66/being on the run from people who want them dead, swearing

Every bar in this system was dingey, but Cid’s was worse. Paint peeled off the walls, stains littered every inch of the floor –it almost looked like an intentional pattern– and the whole place was always slightly damp. Rean hadn’t been to this particular hole since before the war ended. It was only once, very briefly, but it left enough of an impression. This was where someone out of options could get a job. No questions asked. And Rean couldn’t risk questions anymore.

They weren’t technically a Jedi. They were Force sensitive, and at one point had a lightsaber of their own. But they were never officially part of The Order. The man who trained them left The Order and attempted to start his own sect. It ended…poorly, in his own blood. Rean was the first apprentice in his little failed experiment. So, no, not technically a Jedi.

After he was found out, Rean was brought to The Order. The Council stripped them of their saber, but decided to use Rean. They were tasked with particularly grueling, high mortality missions against The Separatists. During the war, Rean was treated as expendable. Someone who needed to pay for their crimes of using the Jedi name in vain. But after Order 66, Rean discovered they were Jedi enough. 

“So you wanna job, Creepy?” Cid stroked her chin in thought, “I can probably swing that. My guys should be coming back soon. You all can work this next one I have together. It’ll probably be too much for those bozos alone.”

They would have preferred a solo gig. They worked better, quicker, that way. But they were known to dabble with small elite task forces in the past. Either way, a job was a job. Rean leaned up against the wall and nodded at Cid in response. 

“What? No thank you?” Cid asked.

Cid waited for a response. Her lips pressed together in annoyance. But there was none besides Rean’s dark eyes boring into her own.

“Oh right, I forgot you were a bitch.”

Rean ignored Cid’s comment as she walked away. They had no interest in engaging her. In and out. One job. They only needed enough credits to get to the Outer Rim and disappear. The last couple months of dodging Clones and informants had been exhausting. The new Empire gave no room for leeway. Any remaining Jedi, however few, were to be eliminated. Rean wasn’t entirely sure there were any real Jedi left. They might have only evaded escape because they didn’t entirely count. Either way, the Outer Rim and a basically empty planet was the end goal. The Empire hadn’t reached its claws out that way yet. 

Rean crossed their arms and settled in. ‘My guys should be back soon’ according to Cid meant nothing. Until they showed up however, there would be nothing to do but smell the faint mildew permeating the room.

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The door to Cid’s bar slid open, announcing the arrival of ‘her guys’. Rean unfolded their arms and repositioned to get a good look at who they might be. Hopefully well trained, or at the very least competent. Cid didn’t just hire anyone. But she did tend to hire those she could easily outsmart. Kept her safe. Rean respected it, however, not to the point of wanting to work with a crew like that.

“Cid! We’re back!” A child, no older than twelve standard cycles, skipped into the bar. Rean raised an eyebrow in curiosity. Behind the child came four men. Each holding a helmet, and possessing facial features Rean recognized. Both of Rean’s eyebrows now raised in concern.

Working on instinct alone, Rean tightened their body into the corner of the bar even further. Muscles tensed, and a quick hand moved over their concealed blaster. The Clone in front of the group stopped. Rean clenched their jaw in anticipation.

He lifted his hand to halt the others. They stopped, immediately at the ready. The child noticed their pause and turned to the group. Her eyes momentarily brushed over Rean.

“What is it Hunter?” She asked.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Hunter finally turned to Rean.

Rean said nothing, but moved their hand closer to their blaster as a warning. It had been a while since they’d seen Clone Force 99. Almost a full cycle. They did not part ways on the greatest of terms, and Rean was sure Order 66 didn’t help things.

“Our inhibitor chips have been removed, Rean.” Tech said, noticing their immediate defensive position, “though I am not entirely sure they would have influenced our behavior towards you. Considering you are not technically-“

“What are you doing here?” Hunter asked again. He was completely locked in on Rean, ignoring Tech and everything else around him. The anger from their last encounter still radiated off every inch of his being. Rean didn’t need to tap into the Force to feel that.

“I need credits.” Rean said. Their voice stayed at a flat even tone. Hunter’s eyes narrowed, unsatisfied with the answer.

“Who are you?” The child asked, seemingly unphased by the tension.

“Not right now Omega.” Hunter’s eyes didn’t leave Rean.

“Hunter,” Echo moved forward and placed a hand on Hunter’s shoulder, “we shouldn’t be discussing this here.”Not with excitable ears. The sentiment was understood by the whole group. They would move to the ship. There, Hunter could get real answers out of Rean.

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(½) Batch painted these last week. Head sculpts mostly from fett.clone, with the grinning Wrecker from orobus22.

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The clones are so hard to draw ?? I had to study Temuera Morrison’s face for so long to get a drawing I finally liked