A Job Gone Wrong, A New World, and A New Look
Author's Note
This is my first story for FIMFiction, so I hope you like it. I noticed there weren't any crossover stories featuring Harley Quinn so I figured "Why the hell not?" Feel free to rate and leave comments below.
Note: This Harley's meant to be sorta similar to the TAS one, but meant to sound as though she's voiced by Tara Strong (who's currently voicing her in most works) instead of Arleen Sorkin.
UPDATE 9/15/17: Edited the chapter to fix some run-on sentences. Also added a new sentence to clarify that Harley still has her pig-tail hair; it's just under her hat.
A Job Gone Wrong, A New World, and A New Look
It all happened so fast. One minute, Harley Quinn, The Joker's right-hand henchwoman and girlfriend, was fleeing for her life in a stolen car with some stolen WayneCorp device, the next Batman was right on top of the hood of the car. She swerved wildly into oncoming traffic, trying to shake him off, but it did no good.
All it resulted was her car getting hit and sent careening into a nearby building, with Batman jumping to safety before impact. Harley was almost sent flying out of the car, but thanks to her seatbelt, she only smacked her head into the steering wheel. Unfortunately, this also caused the device in the back seat to go off. Nearby, Batman ran to the car in an attempt to rescue Harley, but he was too late. As she stared in terror at the bright light emanating from her loot, one thought was going through her head before she blacked out:
"Mister J's not gonna be happy about this......"
Some time later, Harley awoke in a daze on her back, the world around her just starting to clear. She could make out a strange, blurred figure looking down at her. She could just make out what she was saying as the ringing in her ears finally stopped.
"...-ou okay, there?"
Thinking she was hallucinating the end of some bad dream, Harley rolled over onto her side, groaning. "Not now, Pudd'n. Five more minutes, please?"
The figure did NOT take this well.
"HEY! WAKE UP!"
Suddenly, Harley, now fully-awake, found herself lifted right-side up as if by some unseen force and found herself face-to-face with whatever was trying to get her attention. She couldn't believe what she was looking at. Standing right in front of her was an annoyed purple pony with a unicorn horn, pegasus wings and equally purple eyes and mane. Even weirder, the pony sounded very much like she did minus the Brooklyn accent. The room around her was some kind of crystalized rock chamber with a large circular table with six chairs seated around it. Harley tried getting to her feet, but had a hard time standing up. Even weirder, she suddenly realized she couldn't feel her hands and fingers...
"What the heck is goin' on here?" Am I on drugs or somethin'? You can't be real! There's no such thing as unicorn-pegasus hybrid ponies! And why do ya sound like me?"
"Wait, I sound like you? YOU sound like ME but with a Manehattan accent!" the pony retorted. "Also, I am VERY much real, I can assure you--"
"Don't go playin' games with ME, Toots! I know what this is!" argued Harley. "This is some kinda elaborate prank Mister J's playin' on me for failin' that heist last night! Well, it wasn't my fault! It was dumb old Bat-Brain who ruined everything! Now he's got me so hopped up on somethin' that I'm seeing ponies and can't feel my fingers!"
"Fingers? What are you talking about?" asked the pony in a bewildered manner, her head slightly tilted to one side. "Look, you seem very confused right now, so why do you just calm down and allow me to explain-"
But the pony didn't get to finish her sentence, as Harley had just looked down at herself and quickly realized what was going on. Down where her hands and feet used to be were hooves. And her usual harlequin outfit was now changed to look like her skin. The only difference was the hat-piece at the top was still as is; she could still feel her pig-tailed hair on her head. Harley Quinn had been turned into a pony herself.
The resulting scream of terror almost deafened both ponies in the room.
Harley starting panicking. "This isn't real, this isn't real! There's no way I'm a pony! Oh God, what's goin' on?! Where's Mister J? He'll straighten this whole mess out! He CAN'T have forgotten about me!"
The purple pony looked at her as if she had two heads. "Uhh, miss? There's nopony by that name here. It's just you and me in this room right now. You appeared out of a bright flash of light while I was writing a letter to Princess Celestia. Wait a second." She suddenly realized what was going on and calmly walked over to Harley; the poor girl looked like she was about to start crying any second. "You're from another world, aren't you?"
Harely's eyes widened, tears welling up. "Wait....this is real? I...I'm not in Gotham City, anymore? I'm in some kinda crazy pony world?" she asked in a small, choked-up voice.
The pony nodded, a sad look on her face.
A brief silence passed, followed by Harley breaking down, her face buried into her hooves and crying hysterically. "How could this have happened? I'm stuck as a pony on another world and Mister J probably think's I'm dead! He's probably gone to find another girl to replace me like I was nothin'! This is the worst day of my life! What am I gonna doooooo?"
The purple pony couldn't help but look down at Harley as she continued crying, the floor starting to get flooded with tears. Whoever this "Mister J" guy was, he probably wasn't much of a good friend to her, she thought. Maybe I can help her make some new ones. She looks like she needs it. But first.... "Uhh, miss?"
"S-Stop callin' me "miss", Harley sobbed angrily through her tears. "T-the name's Harley. Harley Quinn."
"Well, Harley," the pony replied. "Maybe I can help you. My name is Twilight Sparkle. I can't get you back home, but I can at least make you feel welcome and accepted here."
Harley had stopped sobbing upon hearing Twilight's words. "R-really? You'd do that for me?"
"Of course!" Twilight exclaimed. "You seem like a nice pony, and I'd be more than happy to help you. Come on, let's get up on on your feet." Twilight helped Harley to her hooves, a smile on the latter pony's face. "There we go. Now, follow me to the library, and I'll tell you everything about where you are and who exactly I am...."
