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Mando words come from an online dictionary. I've been reading lots of Mandalorian Obi-Wan stories so decided to try this. So, most of my knowledge of Mandalorians come from fics.

Chapter 1

He dragged himself along, he had to get to help, he had to…he coughed, choking on warm fluid, a hand pressed to his throat. He'd…he'd slit…he was in agony, it'd be so easy to just lay down and die but he couldn't, he couldn't do that to B and Dick, to Alfie. Joker'd killed Jason…he couldn't…let him kill him too…

"Come out, come out wherever you are!" the mocking voice called, and he pressed his other hand to his mouth.

He was so scared. Where were Batman and Nightwing? He didn't want to die! Someone…anyone…help him!

"There you are!"

He stared at the sight of the Joker approaching, crowbar in hand…the same one? Please no…please…. save…darkness swallowed him, body limp, hand falling away from his throat.

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Bruce slammed through the glass, rolling to his feet, seeing a blood trail, a broken bō. No, please no… he ran through the building and there, there was Joker! He didn't hesitate, throwing a batarang at his hand to make him drop his weapon. He was blinking like he'd been hit by a bright light and on the ground in front of him was a pool of blood. He grabbed the man and slammed him into the wall.

"Where is Robin?" he snarled.

The sound of something breaking and then Nightwing was there, eskrima crackling with electricity. "B?"

"Robin's wounded, find him."

"On it," Nightwing's voice was trembling slightly, fear or rage?

"Where is he?" He demanded again, slamming Joker harder against the wall, getting a laugh in return.

"Lose another birdie, Bats?" he taunted, still laughing. "He's gone! Into the bright light! Think he's with the other?"

He barely kept himself from snapping the bastards' neck, knocking him out instead. He cuffed him and then tapped his comm. "Oracle, check Robin's tracker."

"Batman…it's gone. It was right there and now nothing. No contact through comms, nothing."

"There's a blood trail, it ends here in a pool but there's no…there's no body," he told her. "And from the way Joker was standing here, I don't think he moved him."

"I'll check surrounding cameras," she promised.

They had to find him and fast, that much blood loss… he should have sent Tim to the YJ base as soon as Joker broke out, the mad man hated him for single handedly capturing him when he first started out as Robin. But he hadn't and now Tim may have paid the price. He bent down and carefully picked up the damaged and bloody bō, seeing where it had been cracked nearly in half.

Dick reappeared, his expression saying it all…no Tim. Where was he?

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"Alor!"

He broke into a jog at the horrified call, entering the clearing to see two of his men standing over something…someone. An ad lay on the frozen ground, covered in blood, choking for air…their throat! He pulled out his limited medical supplies, pressing a bacta bandage to the slit throat even as he activated his comm. "I need the baar'ur, now!" he commanded.

Soon, the clearing was full of verd, the baar'ur rushing forward. The two of them began talking rapidly, looking the child over, bandaging what they could for the moment. And then the child was being lifted onto a stretcher, no one even considering leaving them there. No Mando worth their beskar'gam would leave a wounded ad behind.

The ad did not look like a native to Korda Six, most likely human or near-human. So, what were they doing on the planet and so badly wounded? Had the Kordans done that? Or someone else? They had been hired to rescue the captured training squad of the Korda Defence Force but a wounded ad came first and now they were on the planet…something about the job felt wrong.

He made his way back to the ship and went to the medical bay to find Mij in control, the ad being stripped and prepared for bacta immersion. He knew better than to interfere, waiting as they lowered the ad into the bacta, the child not reacting at all.

"How is the ad?" he asked once the activity began to settle and Mij looked over at him.

"Alive, somehow. They lost a lot of blood, through the slit throat and several other wounds. Signs of previous injuries too, though all seem to have been well tended."

"Abuse?"

"Maybe, could be training, accidents happen," Mij shrugged slightly. Without asking the ad there was no way to know.

"Let me know of any change," he ordered and then left, they did have a job to do after all.

He headed for the landing bay and that was when the scouts reported in. It seemed the job was not what they had been told, not with Kyr'tsad involved. He didn't have the numbers with him to deal with them plus the natives working with them, so he pulled his men and shops back into orbit, sending for reinforcements.

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Floating…he…was floating? There was distant noise, like coming under water…voices? Strange words…alive, he was alive. What had…JOKER!

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Alarms blared and Mij leapt to his feet, seeing wide, terrified blue eyes, the ad struggling wildly. First time in a tank could be disorientating and the younger the worse it was. He hit the intercom that was linked to the breathing mask. Basic, he'd need to speak basic since that was most likely to be understood.

"Easy child, you're safe. You are in our medical bay and your injuries are healing. Can you understand me? Raise your hand if you can," he told the ad, not wanting them to attempt speech yet, and slowly a hand lifted. "Good, I am Mij Gilamar, the head medic here. We found you dying on Korda Six but with no sign of your attacker," he explained, and the ad's eyes narrowed, seeming confused. Memory loss was to be expected given their injuries.

"You need to be in the bacta tank for at least another day, would you like a sedative or can you sleep without one?"

The ad shook their head violently at the idea of a sedative which Mij didn't like at all.

"Very well, but we will be monitoring your vitals, if they change too far, we will sedate you for your own safety. No one will hurt you," he swore, and the ad closed their eyes, obviously done.

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Tim closed his eyes, glad that for now at least the medic had agreed not to sedate him. He cracked an eye open and then opened them fully, trying to see properly outside of the tank. He was terrified, where was he? Who were these…people…aliens? Because that one was definitely not human unless his injuries plus the tank were really affecting his vision.

Floating was weird but he felt a lot better than the last moments he remembered. So, it seemed they might really be healing him. But what would the price be? How had he gotten here? The one that had spoken to him spoke English at least, though heavily accented, but the rest…he couldn't understand anything, though it was garbled from the liquid and probably the tank as well. He scrunched up his face and yep, his domino was gone, actually…was he naked? He felt his heart rate increase, felt eyes on him, and struggled to lower it again.

"Ad?" a voice asked.

Was he naked? Had they taken his uniform off? He found himself hugging his chest, shivering and the man…Mij frowned before his eyes widened.

"Easy, you're not naked," he soothed. You were very badly wounded and your clothing in tatters. We had to remove it to tend to you. But your reproductive area is covered. We are medics, we would never touch you like that. You are a child and our patient. Once you're out of the tank, you will be given a medical gown until discharge. Just breath, there's no one but medics in here."

Was he telling the truth? How would Tim know if he wasn't?

"Please, you need to calm down," the man's voice was soothing, gentle, but Tim was too scared now.

Words he couldn't understand and then he felt his energy draining, eyes growing heavy. No! He didn't want to sleep, he couldn't…he….

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He stepped in to see Mij and Anyal in front of the bacta tank, obviously doing something. Had the ad deteriorated? Mij looked over at him and frowned but joined him.

"The ad woke," Mij said before he could ask. "They understand basic but seemed confused when I told them we found them on Korda Six. Some memory loss would not be abnormal given the condition they were in. They denied the offer of a sedative but then panicked, I assured them they were not naked, that no one would touch them like that but they weren't calming so we had to sedate them. We'll keep them out till they can be removed from the tank tomorrow."

"Will the ad be able to speak?"

"We don't know, hopefully our work and the bacta have healed the damage to their throat. Even if it is healed, speaking should wait to allow the healing to settle."

He nodded in understanding. "Ensure the ad has whatever they need to feel safe and comfortable. When they are ready, call for me."

"Of course."

He left, going to find his own ad. Jango would never admit it, but he was worried about the child in the bacta tank as well. But there was the worry, was the ad a trap? Kyr'tsad had begun kidnapping them to train into their own ways. But Mij said the ad understood basic and Kyr'tsad would not teach that, unless the ad was an aruetii originally?

"Jas'buir?" Jango asked as he joined him.

"The ad woke but had to be sedated due to panicking in the tank," he explained, and Jango grimaced. No one enjoyed time in a bacta time and ad often panicked the first time. "Any word from our reinforcements?"

"Five hours out. Montross is not happy," Jango warned, and Jaster nodded.

No, Montross was not happy, had not been since they found the ad and then the scouts returned and they retreated. He didn't like where his thoughts were going but he had to face them. He could not risk letting loyalty blinding him to the chance. He had chosen Montross as his second due to his links to the more traditional clans but maybe he was too deeply linked? This job had become far more complicated than he had ever imagined.

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He woke slowly, everything feeling fuzzy…sedative. forcing his eyes open took a lot of work and then the adrenaline kicked in and he was falling, scrambling away from the strange being that had been leaning over him. He was in some kind of gown, not as open at the back as usual which was nice and he could feel his underwear was in place, good. He put his back to the wall, searching for exits.

"Easy ad," a voice called, and Tim looked, it was him, the man…Mij? "Sorry if Anyal startled you. Have you never seen a Wookie before?"

Tim shook his head, the ache in his throat saying talking might not be good. And…he remembered…the flash of pain, the blood…his hand went to his throat.

"Your throat is healed but it will take a few days for the healing to settle, please don't try to talk yet. Alright?"

Tim nodded slowly.

"That's good ad," Mij smiled at him, kneeling down despite the armour he wore. "Are you in pain anywhere else?"

Tim considered it and then touched his knee.

"Yes, we had to surgically repair your knee before you went into the bacta. You are lucky, we almost had to replace it but the repair has taken. Would you like something for the pain?"

Tim hesitated but then shook his head. He'd already had a lot of medical treatment that he had no clue about. What the hell was bacta? And what would they want in payment.

"Alright, that's your decision. But will you please get back on the bed? I'd like to monitor your vitals for a while longer and it will be more comfortable, plus warmer. Ships can be cold while in space."

Tim considered it, glancing around at the armoured forms, all of them staying well back.

Mij glanced at them, saying something Tim couldn't understand, and the majority left.

Tim slowly moved towards the bed, going to get up only to wince as his knee complained. He tensed as Mij moved closer but the man just offered his arm and Tim slowly took it, the armour cool under his hand as he was helped up onto the bed. He winced again as he stretched out his legs, feeling his knee twinge. Mij vanished and then reappeared with something.

"Here, place this on the knee and it will help, it is a heating pad."

Tim touched it and felt the heat so he took it and put it on his knee, relaxing as the heat seeped in.

"Our Alor…leader, would like to speak with you, if you feel up to it."

Tim considered it, he was tired and sore but it was probably better to know what would happen next. He didn't think they'd kill him, why heal him first? But there was a lot they could do. His gear was gone and he was still hurting, if it came to a fight he was in trouble.

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Jaster entered the medical bay to find it basically empty but Mij standing by a bed and the ad sitting on it, legs out, a heating pad over one knee. "Su cuy'gar ad," he greeted softly, Mij's warning clear in his head. It was why he'd removed his buy'ce before entering.

The ad blinked at him, confused.

"It means hello child," he explained. "It is good to see you awake and healing. May I sit?" he indicated a chair and received a nod. "I am Jaster Mereel. Mij has said you cannot speak yet, so we will keep this simple. Do you remember your name?" that got a firm nod. "Your age?"

Another nod and then they held up both hands, showing ten fingers, then held up another four.

"Fourteen?" he asked to be sure, getting a nod.

Older than he would have assumed, small for their age? Malnutrition? A species quirk? Mij had said the scanners were still working on whether the ad was human or not.

"Are you male?" he asked to be sure, and the ad nodded. "Could you write your name down?"

Mij offered a datapad and stylus and the ad hesitantly took them, writing and then handing it back. Well…that was a problem. That was not basic. So, he could understand it but not write it? That was fairly common when it was the second language.

"We will have to give that to a translator," he told the ad, getting a confused look. The boy motioned to their mouths then the words he had written and frowned again. "This is how your people write this language?" he guessed, and the ad nodded. That would make things more difficult.

"You are safe here, I know Mandalorians have a scary reputation in the wider galaxy but we do not harm ad, children. Once we can communicate properly, we will arrange to take you home if that is your wish. But if your buir…parents were the cause of your injuries," he stopped as the ad shook his head wildly. "Easy, are you saying it wasn't your parents?" he asked to clarify and got a nod, blue eyes were wide. "Alright then. Do you remember who hurt you?"

That got a shiver and flash of fear, the boy nodding, hugging himself.

"You have a ship full of Haat Mando'ade, True Mandalorians. We follow the Way and that states that ad, children, are the future. If whoever harms you attempts to again, they will face us. We will defend you."

There was disbelief in those blue eyes but that was alright, many had trouble believing him about that at first.

"Until we can return you to your family, you will remain in the care of my clan, the Mereel. I have a son the same age as you." He smiled at the ad who hesitantly smiled back.

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Tim wanted to believe him, that they would send him back to Earth, but he wasn't sure. And how had he ended up on…Korda Six? He'd never heard of it before from the Lanterns or anyone else. How far from home was he? Could he get in contact with the Lantern Corps? He spotted something green and pointed then indicated his finger like a ring but only got blank looks, so…they didn't know about the Corps? Being unable to speak was very frustrating.

And then his stomach growled, getting a chuckle from the leader, Jaster Mereel.

"I think your patient is in need of food."

"Something easy to digest and low in spice content," Mij answered.

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Jango slipped into the medical bay, peering at the boy sleeping on the bed. He had black hair and pale skin but he didn't look unhealthy. Buir said the boy was the same age as him but he looked small in the bed. He was hooked up to some monitors but seemed to be sleeping okay. Jango wasn't sure about Jaster taking responsibility for the stranger, would he adopt him too? He wasn't sure if he wanted a vod or not. But buir said the ad indicated he had parents and they hadn't been the ones to hurt him, so hopefully they could see him home safely. Jango wouldn't want him to be hurt again or anything.

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Dick stared at the footage from Tim's domino, feeling sick as the Joker taunted him, chasing him, beating him. There was no sign of him anywhere. Bruce had even given in and called Tim's teammates, hoping Kon-El could find him but the three had found no sign of him, no trace of a message left for them, nothing. But there was no body either. So, what had happened to him?

The Joker only ever said a light had taken him so they had reached out to Hal, had a Ring chosen him and taken him away to safety? But…what if it wasn't a green ring? Tim would have been terrified and angry surely after a week in the Joker's hands. If not for Harley dropping a clue, they wouldn't have found the place Tim was being held. So it wouldn't be surprising if he had been chosen by fear or rage and injured, would Tim have the strength to turn down something that would save his life?

TBC…

So how will Tim fair in the Star Wars universe and with Mandalorians?

buy'ce – helmet

Su cuy'gar – hellow

Ad – child

Buir – parent

Alor – leader

baar'ur – medic

verd – soldier/warrior

beskar'gam – armour

Mando – Mandalorian

Kyr'tsad – Death Watch

Haat Mando'ade – True Mandalorians

Vod – sibling, comrade, close mate