Falling into Gotham (Dick Grayson Fan Fiction)

Chapter 21

Reality warping was easier than I thought, which honestly terrified me. Gizbie explained that my ability to summon various items was a form of reality warping, creating something that didn't exist before. But today, she wanted me to try something far more advanced—creating life.

"C'mon! It'll be easy for you, you're pretty strong already," Gizbie urged, her voice tinged with impatience. She hovered around me, her arms crossed as she waited for me to get started.

I stared at her, utterly horrified. "Gizbie, I am not going to make a living thing. That's morally wrong!" The thought of conjuring up a life form only to erase it once we were done practicing felt twisted, like playing god in the worst way possible.

Gizbie rolled her eyes, clearly not understanding my reservations. "How?" She asked exasperated. "Women get pregnant all the time and create life! This is like that but... sped up a bit."

"This is nothing like that!"

"Don't be a wuss."

"I'm not a wuss! I'm a normal human who knows that's wrong!" I shot back, I could not believe we were having this conversation right now. "You're asking me to create life just to destroy it! Do you not see how messed up that is?"

"No. I do it all the time."

"That's so messed up." A shiver went down my spine. Sometimes I forget I'm dealing with a being who has no human morals.

She sighed dramatically. "Okay, fine. What if you just create, like a puppy or something, I don't know. Something small and cute and not human and then I'll let you keep it."

I eyed her suspiciously. "Are you sure you're gonna let me keep it?"

"Yeah yeah. Whatever." She waved me off.

"Okay then..."

"Finally!" she said. "Humans are so dramatic."

I closed my eyes, focusing on the energy within me. Summoning objects had become second nature, but this was different—more complex. I had to picture the tiny details, the soft fur, the warmth of a small body, the rapid heartbeat. It wasn't just about creating an image in my mind; it was about willing it into existence.

"Remember," Gizbie said, her voice breaking through my concentration. "You have to believe in it. Imagine every little part of it, from the tip of its nose to the wag of its tail."

"Got it." I took another deep breath and let my magic flow through me, imagining a small, fluffy puppy. It was a golden retriever, its fur soft and downy, its eyes big and brown. I pictured it running toward me, its tail wagging furiously.

I felt the magic take shape, swirling around me like a gentle breeze. I focused on the details, every hair, every paw, every breath it would take. The energy condensed in front of me, growing stronger, more tangible. My heart pounded in my chest as I willed it to form, to become real.

Suddenly, there was a soft thud in front of me. I opened my eyes and gasped. There, sitting on the floor, was the most adorable golden retriever puppy I had ever seen. It looked up at me, its big eyes full of wonder, and let out a tiny bark.

"Oh my god," I whispered, dropping to my knees in front of the puppy. I reached out tentatively, half expecting it to vanish as quickly as it had appeared. But it didn't. My hand brushed against its soft fur, and it nuzzled into my palm, wagging its little tail.

"See? Not so hard, was it?" Gizbie said, sounding smug. "And now you have a puppy. But we have to work on your speed. You have to do it faster."

"I'm not making another living thing." I said firmly as the puppy licked my fingers, nipping at them playfully.