Fictional Crisis

Clone sat silently, looking at the Twilight in front of him. She looked the same, save for the eyes, and sounded completely different. Clone rested his head against his hands, staring in disbelief.

“What are ya staring at you helmeted freak?!” Same voice as Twilight's, but with a different personality driving it.

“This is so cool,” Clone said with a happy tone. “But also completely impossible. Twilight, I need you to stop acting out of character.”

“Who the hell is Twilight?” The new Twilight looked down at herself. She cringed in disbelief. “What's wrong with my body?” Clone leaned back in his chair.

“Who do you think you are?” Clone asked. Twilight leaned forward.

“I'm Harley Quinn, and if you don't bring me back to Mistuh J right now I'll-” Harley leaned forward so much that she slammed her head against the coffee table in front of her. Clone shook his head.

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For those of you that don't know, Harley Quinn is a character from the Batman mythos. She's kind of the Joker's second in command and kind of his lover. She fills a lot of roles in the series. I'd recommend you watching, Batman The Animated Series, you get a liberal dose of her on that show.

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“This is VERY impossible. Unless,” Clone stood up. “Unless Twilight got absorbed by me and I released her with the other essences. I'm an idiot.” Clone walked around with his hands in his pockets.

“Hey get back here you jerk! You another freak that think he can make it big in Gotham?” Harley struggled with her body, trying to get up on all fours. “Is this your thing? Make people animals?” Clone turned around.

“Do you think I'd make YOU of all people an animal?” Clone asked. “The Clown Prince of Crime's girl?”

“Maybe you're stupid enough to do it!” Harley insinuated.

“Even I am not that stupid Harley. And I thought that the final season of Scrubs wasn't that bad.” Harley stepped back.

“Then you're way stupider than you look.” Harley fell to the ground. Clone rubbed helmet.

“That aside, I think what we have here is a simple switch.” Clone materialized a small medical flashlight and shined it into Twilight's eyes. “Your eyes are different, that's fairly obvious, but are you Twilight thinking you're Harley? Or are you Harley in Twilight?” Clone focused the light into Twilight's eyes and looked deep within Twilight to see her essence. When you know someone, their essence is familiar. What they like to read, what they like to eat, you know it. And Clone knew one thing about this essence. It wasn't Twilight's. “And there's the confirmation.” Clone stepped back. Harley tried standing up again.

“Where the hell am I?” Harley was really struggling to understand how to stand and walk. Clone slipped his hands into his pockets. If he explained what was what, she'd never believe him. He had to say something that she would believe.

“You're in heaven, and I'm god” Clone said with his arms open. Harley's jaw dropped and she sat down on her haunches.

“But . . . why do you look like that? And why does heaven look like a nice hotel?” Reasonable questions.

“I take on many forms, because I'm bored. And heaven looks like whatever you dream up.” Clone patted Harley on the head. “So sport, what do you remember before dying?” Harley looked down deep in thought.

“I was in my room getting changed. B-Man was coming over to our hide out and I wanted to be ready.” Harley managed to stand up on all fours. “Mistuh J has been really sick lately and I didn't know if he could take B-Man on his own.” She walked over to a railing, inspecting all the floors of universes. “I used to be a gymnast when I was a kid, so I've been practicing again and using that skill to take B-Man down.” Clone snorted, Yeah, okay. You taking Batman down. Sorry but this ain't a parody, Holiday Special, or rule34. “But when I was ready to head out, something appeared in front of me. Some kind of monster.” Clone crossed his shoulders. The Chimera.

“After that, everything went black.” Harley looked back at Clone. “I saw a lot of strange things when I was out. Then you found me.” Harley squinted. “Is this a dream? Is this real?” Clone leaned on the railing.

“As real as your mind will allow.” Clone took out his and took out what appeared to be a price scanner. “I need you to look into this light Harley.” Harley stepped back.

“Is this where I actually pass on? Look into the light and I will be at peace?” Harley stepped toward Clone, eager for the answer.

“It's actually a step along the way,” Clone lied, “I just need to check and see which you you actually are.” Harley blinked.

“Well, if you say so.” Harley opened Twilight's eyes wide open.

Harley is pretty gullible. I'll have to talk to some writers about that. Clone shined the scanner into Harley and awaited the results of said scan.

“Okay, well you are Harley Quinn, that's a start. Now who do you belong to,” Clone looked deeply into the scanner, awaiting the results. With a gasp, he found what he was looking for. “You've got to be kidding me.”

“What? What is it?” Harley asked.

“You're not just any Harley Quinn Harley,” Clone dropped the scanner. “You're THE Harley Quinn. Arkham City canon Harley Quinn. This... complicates things.”