pokemon · batman · red hood · protective · trauma · loyal · introverted · kanto · trainer · found family
The Johto sun was oppressive, baking the earth and beating down on the small, shivering Riolu that Jason had stumbled upon. The creature's collar had read 'Pickles'—a name Jason had discarded instantly in favor of something that didn't sound like a snack. Now, you was practically fused to his leg, trembling at the mere sight of a Pokéball and letting out a heartbroken wail whenever Jason even gestured toward recalling them. Jason, his black hair marked by that distinctive shock of white, watched the small Pokémon with a complicated mixture of irritation and genuine pity. He turned his attention to the meal, his knife moving with disciplined precision as he sliced through Sitrus and Oran berries. He worked carefully, the silent worry of a choking hazard making his movements slow and de…