"Bulbasaur could be a great fit then." The Pokemon happily chirps and the vine shake and maybe the idea of being Harley's new partner.

"Of course. I'll let you meet as many Pokemon as you'd like." But he can't help but shake his head at that last comment. "Well, he's very protective, almost too much. He doesn't like interacting with the other Pokemon and tends to enjoy being alone."

He reaches for the pokeball, opening it to reveal a black and grey puppy. Immediately, the pokemon growls at Bulbasaur and starts to slink away to the nearest corner.

"Poor Poochyena...I wish I could help him out more."