What's up, everyone? This is GKC here bringing you a new story crossover between Pokémon and the DC Universe.
This is a story that runs as a spin-off of A Journey Thru History.
Now for the disclaimer: I do not own, except my OCs, Pokémon, or the DC Universe. All rights belong to their respective owners.
Now let's get this party started…BEGIN!
Chapter 1: Gotham Meets Trainer
"Damn you, Palkia. I knew I should've realized something was wrong when Arceus brought me to the Spear Pillar."
Oh, hi, you guys are probably wondering what's going on.
Well, to clarify, I'm a Pokémon Trainer or…I was a regular guy until I became a Pokémon Trainer and-
Shit, I'm probably confusing you. Uh, let's just say, I got isekai'd by the God of Pokémon, brought to the Pokémon World to solve any world-ending problems, and became a champion to Legendary Pokémon, more specifically Arceus.
While I was on my journey, I received a mental message from Arceus to come to Spear Pillar. It wasn't a request either until I found myself teleported smack-dab in the middle of ruins and a mountain.
Along with the trio in charge of safeguarding the functionality of reality itself.
Dialga, Lord of Time.
Palkia, Lord of Space.
Giratina, Lord of the Reverse World.
Then Arceus decided to come in and told me to find a Legendary that had been taken from the world and dropped into another. Before I could even get a word in, Palkia (the bitch) opened a portal beneath my feet and gravity pulled me in.
I swear one of these days, if and when I see you again, I'm gonna catch you in a plain old regular Poké Ball. Yeah, that's right, it'll be downright the ultimate insult for someone like you, a Legendary Pokémon, to be caught in a plain old Poké Ball by me. And the best part? I don't give two shits about it!
But first, I need to figure out where the hell I ended up in. I can already guess I'm in an alleyway. The atmosphere is dark as hell. And I ain't playing, the sky is dark, the air smells dark, and even the feeling I'm sensing is dark.
What kind of city has this kind of feeling?
Ohhhhhh shit, there's only one city I can think of that's so dark and dank. I'm in Gotham, aren't I…? I looked up at the sky and- yup, there's the bat signal. I'm in Gotham… wonderful…
Well, at least, it can't get any worse. I shuffled out of the alleyway and entered a street. No idea which one, I have no idea where I might be in Gotham.
*KA-CHINK!*
Ahhhh, fuck me…
"Hands in the air, buddy. Ni~ ce and slow."
"Seriously? Robbing a civvy like me at this time of night?" I quipped. "You got nothing else better to do?"
"Well, unless you want to end up as a dead civvy, you should start listening to what I say and raise your hands in the air."
"Hm, let me think about that," I hummed then, faster than my would-be mugger could blink, I ducked down and swung my leg out on his own. Aiming for the hamstring, he involuntarily went down and I decided to roundhouse kick him in the head, knocking him out cold. "How about you go fuck yourself, ya prick!"
Dude didn't even look important enough to bother looking at. Probably one of those thugs that thought I was an easy mark. Heh, jokes on that sucker.
Alright, I really gotta get out of here. At least let me find a hotel to stay at, so I can get out of the rain.
…Wait, none of my credentials will work here. All of my money and ID only work in the Pokémon universe. Fuck! I'm basically poor again!
Alright, calm down. You've been in worse situations than this. Right now, the best course of action is to find an abandoned building I could stay in for the night.
That shouldn't be a problem. Bad guys usually tend to have those around as if they were real estate. So, I'm pretty sure there's one abandoned warehouse currently not in use by any of Gotham's psychopaths.
I mean, what are the chances of, I don't know, the Joker still being in one of them?
Apparently, the chances of that happening…were very high.
"Nyahahahahahahahahaha!"
What the hell is with my luck today? Here I am skulking around, hiding from the Joker. I just wanted to sleep somewhere where no one would bother me! I mean, he hasn't seen me yet but still!
"Let's see how the Bat will like my latest joke?" Joker said to himself while his hired goons were busy pouring what I could only imagine to be a liquid form of his Joker Venom into toys. "When these little beauties hit the shelves, it'll have every brat in Gotham dying of laughter!"
He seriously needs new material, because his jokes are getting old.
"And this dude is supposed to be Batman's deadliest foe? He's a fucking nutcase." I said to myself. No wonder Red Hood wants him dead. I'd kill this fucker myself if I were in his shoes.
"I like to think of myself as misunderstood."
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"Ah, shit." I cursed. "I said that out loud, didn't I?"
"Yup!"
"Okay, look. I'm not gonna get in your way. I just wanna be left alone and at least take a nap."
The Joker looked at me with that criminally insane smile of his. "Well, let me help you along with that, sonny boy. You can take a permanent nap."
"Buddy, I have had a very annoying day. A God called me up, got dropped in a portal by a space dragon, nearly mugged, and I'm freaking cold from the rain." I listed off all the crap I've had to deal with today. "So, please, I am warning you. Back off before I lose what little patience I have left, clown."
Joker blinked at me in surprise. "And to think I was crazy."
"Dude, you have a guy in a bat suit as your archenemy. You do not get to judge." I deadpanned.
"That's a fair point too." Joker said, before pouting, "Well, you're a buzzkill then. Fine, snore all you want."
"I will. Besides, you should be more worried if Batman and his sidekicks are probably watching this whole- Ah, crap, they probably are." I said in realization.
"Wait, what?" Joker got out.
"In 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…"
*CRASH!*
Dropping from the skylight were four figures. Two of them I already recognized as the Dark Knight, Batman, and the Boy Wonder, Robin. However, I'm not sure which one. Definitely can't be Dick Grayson or Jason Todd. Maybe Tim Drake or maybe Damian? Wait, he's carrying a sword, so definitely Damian Wayne.
The other two though, made me gape in surprise.
One was a black-haired young woman dressed in an outfit that reminded me of Batgirl but the only thing concealing her identity was a ninja face mask.
The other was another young woman with blonde hair that was barely hidden by the dark hood, she wore along with the black ninja mask she wore to conceal the lower half of her face. Her costume was primarily black and purple with no noticeable emblem.
"Well, Bats, I didn't expect you to bring a few kiddies with you," Joker commented with his mad grin present. "Let's see, we have Robin, Orphan, and Spoiler. What? Were the other brats too busy?"
"Your plan ends tonight, Joker," Batman stated. The deep, almost grunting tone in the Dark Knight's voice was enough to send a chill down my spine.
"Welp, it was nice knowing you, Joker." I said, before looking at Batman. "Don't mind me. Just trying to catch some Z's."
"Have you become desperate enough to hire bums now, clown?" Robin taunted.
"The hell you calling a bum, you little snot-nosed brat!" I yelled at the little bastard. "And do I look like I would work for this idiot!?" I gestured at Joker.
"That hurts," Joker said, dramatically.
The blonde-haired woman, Spoiler if I remember, gave me a once over. "I mean, you do kinda look like a bum."
Orphan nodded, "Yep." She replied quietly.
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"And I've officially lost all my patience," I said, reaching toward my belt to pull out a Poké Ball.
"A bomb?!" Robin cried out in alarm.
"Hey, don't blow me up with you!" Joker shouted.
"Idiots." I grumbled then tossed the ball into the air before it opened to release one of my best and most faithful Pokémon.
"Absol!"
"What the hell is that?!" Joker shouted.
"Absol, use Lightning Blade."
The Disaster Pokémon's horn glowed and sparked with electricity then with a quick step, she appeared in front of Joker's goons and slashed them. They weren't dead but they were definitely feeling a few thousand jolts which sent them to dreamland.
"Anyone else?" I asked…then punched Joker in the face without looking, knocking the lunatic out. "Anyone wanna make another derogatory comment about me?"
"Nope."
"Nuh-uh."
"I'm good."
I then glared at Batman, "You?"
Batman returned the glare but I had a feeling he was analyzing me as well as Absol. "Who are you?"
Well, since he decided to be civil, I suppose I can return the gesture, "Chris Holmes. Interdimensional Champion and Pokémon Trainer." I answered.
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…"
Okay, they don't seem surprised. Wait, why would they be? This is the DC Universe, I bet this is like a Tuesday for them. Justice League, Lantern Corps, Legion of Doom, and even New Gods. A random dude from another dimension with unknown creatures wouldn't phase Batman.
Spoiler glanced at Orphan, "Tuesday?"
"Tuesday." The black-haired young woman nodded.
Robin glanced at Batman but never took his eyes off me or Absol. "Father, what is our next move?"
Batman kept his analytical glare on me and Absol. "Do you control this animal?"
I frowned, "I would ask that you don't refer to her as an animal. And I don't much control her, but I have her loyalty." I stated. "Isn't that the same for all your wards… Mr. Wayne?"
Was it a big risk to reveal that I knew Batman's secret identity? Yes. Do I have any other options besides being put in a possible cell in either Arkham or Black Gate Penitentiary? No, I do not.
"How do you know-"
"Who doesn't know the world's greatest detective, next to Sherlock Holmes, is the world-renowned playboy billionaire?" I retorted. "Let's just say, you're famous in my world. You and about everyone else that's either a hero, villain, or anti-anything."
"...Touché."
"How about a compromise?" I suggested. "I'm not exactly familiar with Gotham's infrastructure and none of my credentials will work here. So, I'm basically homeless."
"Where are you going with this?" Robin questioned, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword in anticipation for a fight.
"Well, Damian," Surprisingly, the new Boy Wonder didn't even flinch that I knew his real name. Credit to him. "Your pops is known for taking in strays. And I'm only in this dimension because I was given a mission to find something that doesn't belong in this one. Following me so far?"
"What exactly are you looking for?" Spoiler inquired.
"You see my companion?" I inclined my head to Absol, who kept her glare on the four members of the Bat Family. "I'm looking for one that's a Legendary. The equivalent of a God. They were brought here for reasons I wasn't told about but humans with a Legendary Pokémon? That never ends well."
"I see. Do you…know its species?" Batman asked.
"Nope. Not sure which Legendary was taken but depending on what happens, I might have a decent idea." I answered. Not like I ever get any straight answers from Arceus or any other Legendary Pokémon that drops their problems on me. "Besides, you have the tech and the skills I need to help me locate that Legendary. Not only that, but I get free room and board plus three-square meals a day. A win-win in my situation."
"I mean, he has a point." Orphan agreed. "Who are we to deny him?"
Hmm, Cassandra Cain usually doesn't talk so much. Guess she's more comfortable around her adoptive family.
Batman considered his options. Probably going over if I was lying or not. And also, possibilities on how to contain me if I turned out to be a threat. He's paranoid like that.
"How many of these…Pokémon do you have on you?" He asked me.
"Right now, six. Trainers are only allowed to carry six. Anymore and they get sent to the Pokémon Lab that sponsored them." I answered while also revealing the other five Poké Balls currently attached to my waist. "But don't worry, they're practically harmless unless you threaten me."
"And how many do you actually have in total?" Robin inquired, his curiosity over Absol as well as meeting more Pokémon outshines his training formerly of the League of Assassins.
"Well, if I was allowed to use all of them…" I rubbed my chin in contemplation. "Enough to conquer several planets if I wanted to."
"Yeah, this is totally a Tuesday for us…" Spoiler deadpanned.
"So, can I get a ride to the Batcave or am I flying there myself?" I asked, stuffing my hands in my pockets. Absol had sat on her haunches beside me like a dutiful guardian protecting its master.
The Bat family looked at each other then stepped back before huddling. The hell, this ain't football.
"I say we take him in…" Robin muttered.
"Won't that thing just break him out…?" Spoiler whispered, glancing over her shoulder to look at Absol.
"Risky…" Orphan added.
"So far, he's been telling the truth. He knows who Robin and I are, most likely everyone else as well. And he didn't attack us." Batman explained to his wards and sidekicks. "We'll bring him to the cave but keep your guards up if he tries anything that seems like a threat."
"You know that I can hear you guys whispering, right?" I pondered, fiddling with one of my gloves.
Batman sighed at this, before breaking the huddle. "We'll take you up on your offer."
"Excellent!" I beamed, rubbing my hands together. "Maybe I'll get a chance to try Alfred's cooking for myself!"
"How do you-" Robin was about to question me until Orphan placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Tuesday." That was all she said and that seemed to be enough to calm the little sociopath down.
"So…I call shotgun in the Batmobile!" I eagerly raised my hand and began to run out of the warehouse…before returning with a sheepish grin, "Uh, should we call the police on them or something?" I gestured to the unconscious Joker and his goons.
"Oracle's already handled that." Spoiler answered.
"Gotta love Barbara's efficiency as usual," I smirked.
"Can't I just touch one?"
"No."
"At least, the seat warmer?"
"No."
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"The radio-"
"Do not touch any buttons."
This has been going on for the entirety of the drive between me and Bats. Robin was in the backseat, pouting like the child he is because I took his usual seat in the front. Spoiler and Orphan were riding personal Batcycles customized to their respective colors. Absol was also in the backseat, but she was laying down with her eyes closed.
"Are you always such a mood killer, Bruce?" I deadpanned.
"Makes you feel better, Father never lets me press any of the buttons." Robin chimed.
"You always try to drive the Batmobile." Batman pointed out. "Which you're still too young to do."
"I bet you don't even let the others drive the Batmobile, do ya?" I retorted with a smirk. To my amusement, Batman remained silent.
After a few minutes of driving, we finally arrived at the Batcave beneath Wayne Manor.
"Cool…" I whispered in awe. Absol picked that moment to wake up just as we parked.
"Stay here." Batman said as he left the Batmobile and made his way to the Batcomputer.
"Tsk, yeah right. He expects me to sit here and not look around the cool man cave?" I remarked before climbing out of the car with Absol and Damian not too far behind.
"First time?" Orphan asked me before she removed her mask to reveal the face of Cassandra Cain.
"In the Batcave? Yep. Seen it so many times but never thought I'd actually be in it." I replied.
"So, what do you call her?" Spoiler, or Stephanie Brown, said as she began to pet Absol.
"Well, her species is known as Absol, the Disaster Pokémon. So, naturally, I call her that. I did think of a nickname, but she only likes it when I speak it in private." I answered.
"Why is it called the Disaster Pokémon?" Damian pondered.
"Well, Absol has a natural ability to sense a coming disaster. When you see one in the wild, it usually means that something bad is about to happen. They generally try to make humans listen but that kinda gives them a bad reputation." I explained.
"What kind…?" Cassandra asked but knowing that she could read my body language to almost superhuman levels, she already knew that I didn't like to answer this part.
"The kind…that ends up ostracized. Sometimes even hunted and killed." I grimaced, dropping on one knee to run my hand through Absol's fur.
"Why? Sure, she looks a bit scary, but I think she's one of the most beautiful creatures I've ever seen." Stephanie complained. That earned her a blush from my partner.
"Not many people can look past the reputation and see the soul behind it." I answered. "I'm sure all of you know what I'm talking about."
The silence from the three was enough of an answer as we all idly gave Absol attention.
"So, what other kind of Pokémon do you have with you?" Cassandra inquired.
"Hm? Why the sudden question?" I pondered.
"Just curious."
"Well, if you wanna meet my team, sure. I have no problem with it." I said, taking out the other five Poké Balls. "Come on out, everyone!" I said, before throwing them in the air.
All five balls opened and released their contents in a flash of light. And from out of them came-
"Oh my God, they're so cute!" Stephanie squealed with joy.
"Umbre?"
"Gla?"
"Vapor?"
"Jol?"
"Lea?"
Right, I decided to bring five of my Eeveelution Pokémon with me. Umbreon, Glaceon, Vaporeon, Jolteon, and Leafeon.
"Meet the rest of my team. This is Umbreon," I crouched down to introduce the Dark-Type Eeveelution.
"Umbreon."
"Glaceon." I introduced the Ice-Type Eeveelution.
"Gla. Gla." And as always, she decided to show off her natural cool beauty. Always has to be the center of attention.
"Vaporeon." I introduced the Water-Type Eeveelution next.
"Va!" Vaporeon sat dutifully by my side while rubbing against my leg.
"Jolteon." Next came the Electric-Type Eeveelution, who was currently exploring the cave due to its natural curiosity.
"Jol?"
"And finally, Leafeon." The Grass-Type Eeveelution hid behind my legs. Apparently, she was still rather shy around new people.
"Lea?" She looked up at me and I didn't even need to hear that she wanted to know what was happening.
"Everyone, meet the Bat family. Or, a quarter of them, at least." I answered as five of my Eeveelution Pokémon approached and greeted Cass, Stephanie, and Damian.
"Wow… is that all of them?" Damian asked.
"No, there's Flareon, Espeon, and Sylveon whom I don't have at the moment." I answered.
"What are they like?" Stephanie asked, running her hands through Vaporeon's smooth skin, much to her enjoyment.
"Well, like their sisters, they have different powers but also different personalities." I answered.
"How many Pokémon total?" Cassandra questioned.
"You really want me to answer that?" I smirked in amusement. "Because it's a big number."
"Never mind," Cassandra replied, idly returning to giving Umbreon tummy rubs.
*DING!*
The sound of an elevator bell chiming echoed in the cave. Sounds like Alfred's coming in. However, it wasn't just Alfred who stepped out but also Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Oracle.
"Look, all I'm saying is that it's useful to use guns in a fight." Jason Todd, the Red Hood, argued.
"Yeah, but what if you lose them?" Dick Grayson, aka Nightwing, retorted.
"I bring spares." Jason countered.
"Yeah, but then you'll be carrying too many," Oracle, aka Barbara Gordon, said. "And you run the risk of those guns misfiring on you."
"I always clean and maintain them! You act like I haven't used guns before, Barbara!" Jason exclaimed, looking rather insulted.
"A-hem," Alfred interjected by fake coughing. "Children, we appear to have a guest." Then he took notice of the Pokémon. "Several guests."
"Huh?" The former Robins looked at me and my Pokémon in confusion.
Barbara, on the other hand, gasped, "Oh, hey, you're the new guy that Batman brought back. The one that's from a different dimension and knows all of our identities." She declared. Let it not be said that a woman in a wheelchair can still find ways to intimidate you.
Wow, Barbara, thanks for making me the center of attention…
"Hi." I waved my hand. "Uh…I'm the latest stray picked up by Batman."
"Hm, you don't seem to look like one, Master ehm…"
"Oh, Holmes. Chris Holmes. Mr. Alfred." I introduced myself.
Alfred raised a brow before sighing then looked at the girls plus Damian currently playing with a few of my Pokémon. "Tuesday?"
"Tuesday." They answered.
"Very well then. A pleasure to meet you, Master Holmes."
"Same to you. I look forward to your cooking." I grinned. Say what you want about the old man, but he's one of the most badass butlers you'll ever meet.
"I shall prepare a room. Master Bruce, dinner is nearly ready. I trust you will allow Batman the rest of the night off?" Alfred asked the head of Wayne Manor.
Removing his cowl, Bruce Wayne looked at me then at Alfred, "So long as Nightwing, Red Hood, and Red Robin are the ones going out on patrol."
"Not to worry, I already made sure Masters Dick, Jason, and Tim have eaten their meals." Alfred stated.
"We even got to-go boxes." Tim Drake, aka Red Robin, held up a boxed lunch along with Jason and Dick.
"Good. The rest of you get some sleep and recuperate. We have a long day tomorrow." Bruce advised.
Cassandra and Stephanie pouted a bit before they reluctantly stopped petting my Pokémon team and dragged Damian towards the elevator. Dick, Jason, and Tim took their own separate Batcycles and drove out of the cave, leaving me and my Pokémon alone with Bruce and Alfred.
"Soooo…" I drawled.
"Follow Alfred, he'll take you to the dining room." Bruce said as he marched over to a locker room to remove his costume.
"Man, that dude is so intense." I grimaced.
"Don't take it personally. Bruce has always been grumpy after a patrol." Barbara assured me.
"Hm, sounds like my old man after he comes home from a patrol." I commented.
"Cop dad?" Barbara asked me.
"Former US Army-turned cop." I answered.
"Ah, that explains it." Barbara nodded. "It'll be a while to get used to, but I think you'll fit in just fine."
"You mean as part of the Bat Family or as a possible vigilante trained by one of the best hand-to-hand fighters on the planet?" I inquired.
"Yes."
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"You're messing with me right now, aren't you?" I asked dryly.
"New guy tradition. Did the same thing to Signal." The first Batgirl replied with a sly grin.
"Oh, great. Hazing. Feels like college all over again." I deadpanned.
You know, I've seen different iterations of Wayne Manor but never thought I would ever be living in it. Nor eating in the dining room with half the Bat Family.
"Is…this a regular thing for you guys?" I asked Bruce.
"On occasion," Bruce answered as he took a bite from his medium-rare steak. "Before all this, I hardly had time to eat my meals."
"That, I can believe." I nodded.
"So, what do you feed them?" Damian gestured to the Pokémon as he paused in eating his tofu.
"A special blend of different minerals and berries that are mixed into their Pokémon Food. I had to craft it myself to experiment with what they like." I answered while glancing down to see Absol, Umbreon, Glaceon, Vaporeon, Jolteon, and Leafeon eating from their bowls filled with Pokémon food suited to their respective tastes. Oh, there's Ace the Bat-Hound! Figured the dog would be here…along with all the other pets that Damian has. Seriously, I cannot believe that there is an actual Bat-Cow.
"Different tastes?" Cass looked at me in confusion as she ate a piece of celery.
I nodded, "Unlike the animals here, Pokémon are sentient and can express themselves like humans. Tastes are one of them. For instance, Vaporeon loves spicy flavors but she doesn't like sweets unless they have a bit of a kick in them. Leafeon has a liking for salty and sweet but she really hates spicy foods. As a Trainer, it's my job to always take care of them and listen to their needs. It's why I'm good at my job."
"That's… intriguing." Dick commented. "Are there any other things a Trainer must do?"
"Make sure they're active and physically fit. And that's through Pokémon Battles." Everyone at the dining table looked at me in shock and with a small bit of disgust. "It's not what you think! Trainers don't force their Pokémon to fight if they don't want to. Unlike those messed-up cage matches you guys probably busted, Pokémon Trainers are placed under strict rules. No killing, no seriously injuring another Pokémon, and no mistreating a Pokémon. Not only that, but the Pokémon actually like to battle. It's how they get stronger."
"What kind of sick twisted world-" Stephanie got out.
"Did you not hear me the first time?!" I shouted comically. "Trust me, the laws that were put in place are a lot better for that world than what it used to be in the past. And it's not like we don't have the technology to make sure society doesn't go out of control. We have advanced healing tech that instantly fixes a Pokémon's wounds in seconds, we have schools dedicated to teaching about Pokémon, and, more importantly, not all Trainers use their Pokémon to battle. Sometimes, they're integral in construction, electronics, or even commercial transport. Not only that but Pokémon Battles where I come from are a better solution to solve disputes instead of with things like war. Let me say again: Humans do not mistreat Pokémon. We live alongside them."
Bruce looked me in the eye, "I'm sensing a 'but' in that context."
I frowned, "Despite all that, there are human organizations that use Pokémon for nefarious deeds. The Pokémon League, the united organization that oversees the world, usually charges elite Trainers as official law enforcement to handle these criminal organizations. Sometimes regular Trainers will assist as unofficial law enforcement. I guess you could say that I'm not so unfamiliar in the hero business. Took down quite a few criminal groups back home."
"Really…" Bruce crossed his arms.
"Oh yeah, we call those groups Teams. There's Team Aqua who wants to end the world by drowning everyone, and then there's their counterpart Team Magma that wants to dry up all of its oceans and expand more land." I explained. "Then there's Team Galactic, and let me tell you, their leader is a nihilistic asshole. And a nihilistic pain in the ass to beat."
"Hm, sounds like a certain clown." Damian commented as he and everyone else stared at Bruce, who sipped his mug which said "World's Best Dad".
"Well…he was a psycho. He wanted to use the power of the Creation Trio to remake the world in his image." I scoffed, "Idiot got his perfect world in the end…all by his lonesome and far away from my Earth."
"Wait, he succeeded?" Jason asked, confused.
"Not in the way that you think." I answered. "The process is kinda complicated but long story short, he used these chains made of red crystals to ensnare Dialga and Palkia, Legendary Pokémon who control time and space, and force them to create a universe. After that, he basically floated towards his supposed death."
"Whoa, what an ironic way to go." Dick commented, sipping from the straw of his recently acquired Boba tea.
"Tell me about it." I shrugged, taking a bite of my mashed potatoes.
When dinner was eaten and those of the Bat Family that weren't going out on patrol were heading to bed, Alfred showed me to a guest room that would be my new home for however long I would be here.
Absol and the Eeveelution sisters were all nestled together in a pile of snuggling fur and scales asleep. I was given spare pajamas that Dick loaned me since I didn't have my own nor explained how my backpack carried a bottomless sack of stuff.
But at the moment, I didn't care about that. I was focused on the Arc Phone that I held in my hand, hoping to see a message from Arceus so it could give me an idea on who I would be looking for.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
No message. No cryptic response. Not even a goddamn memo.
The only thing that seemed new on my Arc Phone was that it had a feature detailing all the Pokémon that I've caught.
I never liked sticking them in the PC system. It felt like I was abandoning them, so I asked Professor Birch if he had additional room for my Pokémon or if he could ask other regional Professors for assistance. Needless to say, my Pokémon were all happy and healthy to stretch their legs.
But now I was far away from them. My friends, my family. I don't know how long it will be before I can see them again and that made me…upset.
I heard the door open. Glancing back, I spotted a head of dark hair and familiar almond-shaped eyes.
"You okay?" Cassandra Cain asked me, dressed in a black tank top that hugged her curves and impressive bust and loose black-yellow pajama pants.
I looked at her then at my Arc Phone. "Not exactly. When I got dropped here, I realized that I left behind those I care about and it might be a long time before I can go home."
"Family?" She pondered, taking a seat on the bed beside me.
"Something like that." I replied, tapping an app that revealed an egg that I couldn't take care of. "See this? This is an egg one of my Pokémon laid and I was on my way home to help hatch it but now I can't even hold it."
Cass looked over my shoulder to stare at the egg, "What is it?"
"No idea. Could be anything." I replied, pressing the image. "I mean, it's not like it-"
Suddenly, a flash of light emerged from the Arc Phone and what formed from a burst of energy…is a Pokémon Egg.
"What the what now?" I looked at the egg in my hands with stupefied awe.
"Does…that happen often?" Cass asked.
"First time that I've seen this." I answered. Deciding to check what other features were on it, I handed the Pokémon Egg over to Cass, who held it tentatively and with slight anxiety. "Did that freaking space llama mess with the phone now?"
Unfortunately, I neglected to check if the egg was ready to hatch or not. "Uh, it's glowing…" Cass told me.
"Say what?" I checked it and my brow twitched when the egg glowed and pulsed before the shell began to crack. "Now I'm beginning to understand what you mean by Tuesday…"
The egg hatched to reveal the Pokémon that had decided to be born. Appearing is a small, brown, dinosaur-like Pokémon that constantly wears its skull-like helmet.
"Cuu?" The newly born Pokémon opened its blue eyes to look up at Cass, who gave it a nervous smile.
"A Cubone? That's a surprise." I commented as the newborn Pokémon looked at me for a second before returning its gaze to Cass until it snuggled against her chest. "Guess it imprinted on you."
"What…do I do?" Cass asked me, feeling unsure as she held the baby Cubone nuzzling her breasts.
"Just hold it for now. I need to check its health." I told her, bringing up my Arc Phone to run the Dex App over the newborn.
The app brought up the usual data for Cubone followed by the same info I had to listen to on repeat since I began my journey. Then I noticed that the little guy was male. Health status, no problems. Only thing to worry about is that it's hungry.
"Well, congratulations are in order. This little fella is a boy and he decides to hatch with an empty belly." I informed my companion, who still looked rather uncomfortable. "Don't worry. I have a special formula for newborn and baby Pokémon that can't eat solid foods yet."
"O-Okay," Cass replied, looking down at Cubone like he was made of glass.
"Just hold him in the crook of your arm." I told her while rummaging through my bag to pull out a baby bottle and a formula mixture of various nutrients as well as powdered Oran and Pecha berries.
Hope Alfred doesn't mind if I use his kitchen…
A few minutes later, Cass and I were in the family room (I say that because it was the only room I saw with several sofas, a flat-screen television big enough to be a small theater, and several game stations that I know had to be from the kids) with the girl bottle feeding a happy Cubone as she looked down at the newborn with a small smile on her face.
"Nothing to be nervous about, right?" I asked her, finding it cute how the quietest of the Bat Family seemed to take to being a Poké-Mom so quickly.
"He's cute." Cass admitted as the newborn finished off his meal with a small burp.
"They always are." I told her. A wistful memory came to mind. "I remember when a couple of my babies started-"
"You have babies?" Cass looked at me like I had a second head which grew a third and a fourth one.
"Uh, Pokémon babies. Traveling the world tends to be a demanding job that sometimes leads to being an adoptive parent for several Pokémon eggs." I explained with a sheepish chuckle. "But anyways, the fact of the matter is, babies are cute, no matter the species."
Cass nodded at my sage advice before looking down at Cubone who yawned cutely as his sleepy eyes tried and failed to stay awake. The young woman slowly rocked the newborn in her arms as the baby Pokémon snuggled against Cassandra's breasts to snooze for the night.
"You know, I wasn't expecting to be here, but I think this might be a pretty cool place to hang around in for however long I remain here." I said to myself as I watched the scene with a grin.
A/N: And that shall be the end of the first chapter.
Originally, I wanted to upload this earlier this week but on the 13th of June, my family dog had been diagnosed with Renal failure and we decided to euthanize him. It was…hard. It hurt to see the dog that we've raised since they were a pup and loved for almost 13 years finally pass away. It was…not easy for me.
I didn't even feel the need to do anything after that day but we all experience grief in our way. So, I'm writing a few lighthearted chapters to make it better…and maybe to feel better myself.
Anyway, I'm basing this off of the Bat Family webcomic series but there will be events in the story that will get series. As for the Legendary that was taken; well, that's my little secret.
Please review and comment on this chapter. Love it, hate it, but just know that you've read it.
Peace out, everyone!