[DC/Pokemon] There Are No Poke Balls in Gotham

[Rereading this, I feel like it's badly written, illogical, OOC, and padded, so I've locked the story. 😥]

On her first day after transmigrating to Gotham, Xiao Luo understood two things:

First, people in this world don't throw Poke Balls.

Second, there seems to be something wrong with her Eevee.

For example, on rainy days she turns into a Vaporeon and washes Xiao Luo into the sewers.

In winter, she turns into a Flareon and uses her as a space heater.

When woken up, she turns into an Umbreon and stares at people with red eyes.

When she's in a good mood, she turns into a Sylveon and floats around trailing rainbows.

The most absurd part is that she can freely switch between all eight forms,

but the reason for each transformation remains a mystery.

Xiao Luo: "So what kind of Eevee are you, exactly?"

Pudding: "Vee." (Translation: Depends on my mood.)

Xiao Luo: "Can you control it a little?"

Pudding: "Vee." (Translation: Can't be bothered.)

Eventually, all of Gotham knows that in an ice cream shop,

there's a girl who lies around all day and a "rainbow cat" that can turn eight different colors.

Batman comes by every week to ask questions and pet the cat.

The Joker drops in every day to tell jokes, trying to make the creature laugh.

The Riddler comes by every week to discuss philosophy, though his audience ignores him the whole time.

Poison Ivy comes every Wednesday to brush Pudding's Leafeon form.

The Penguin stops by whenever he likes to inspect his "prized attraction."

Xiao Luo's life is incredibly regular: lie around, eat, watch the news, and tell Eevee what to do.

Until one day, Pudding asks her:

"Vee?" (Translation: Don't you want to go home?)

Xiao Luo thinks for a moment.

"Do you want the truth or a lie?"

Pudding: "Vee." (The truth.)

"The truth is..."

Xiao Luo picks her up, rolls over, and lies back down:

"Wherever you are, that's home."

Pudding is silent for three seconds, then turns into an Umbreon and buries her face in Xiao Luo's arms.

Outside the window, Gotham's sky is as gloomy as ever.

Inside the shop, the sun is shining.

1. I originally wanted to write a series of stories about a Pokémon Master transmigrating to Gotham, but while working on the outline, I lost my touch and inspiration. So I'll leave this idea to some other great author and just write a light, sweet little story. Please, does any great author want to take a look at the idea of Pokemon going to Gotham? I really want to read this, but I just can't find it anywhere!

2. It's a lighthearted comedy about everyday life, so you know what that means: OOC.

3. This story has no outline and probably won't be contracted, so updates will be whenever I feel like it. No guarantee that it will be finished.

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