Pokemon

Tim fell through the endless spiral.

Flashes of neon color distorted his vision as he slipped through reality.

Images of a new world flickered through his mind.

The young ward saw creatures unlike anything he’d ever seen before. They carried similarities to animals he knew on Earth, except these creatures wielded powers. Pokemon, as they were called, were ingrained into modern society. People captured and trained Pokemon for companionship, training, or even more nefarious purposes. There were no superheroes or flying men in tights.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

Tim screamed into the void as he fell out of the spiral, several tree branches snapping as he made his way to the ground.

A fall from such a height should have killed him twice over.

Tim winced, wondering how he was even still alive. The last thing he remembered was fighting Riddler.

“CROAGUNK!”

“What…?”

Was that a human voice..? Tim touched his throat. Why did his voice sound off all of the sudden? No time to worry about that now.

Tim glanced up at the blue frog-like creature looming over him from a rock.

“CROAGUNK!”

“You’re a giant… poison dart frog..?”

“CROAGUNK!”

“Croagunk” didn’t like that. Was that thing frowning at him?

The Pokemon lunged at Tim. He dove out of the way, the frog sucker punching the tree behind him.

Without hesitation, Tim took off running.

Red Robin stumbled out of the forest, catching his breath. He’d miraculously lost the Croagunk.

With all of the excitement out of the way, he realized he wasn’t quite himself…