Reality wasn't what it used to be. Years of turmoil and trouble would have such an effect upon a woman. Removing Mutants. Helping to bring them back. Being manipulated by Magneto, by her Brother, by Doom. It was all too much. The superheroine once known
as the Scarlet Witch cracked, as she was want to do.
This time, however, she could feel it coming. This time, she knew she had to protect her friends, had to protect the world she victimized before. With her last bit of sanity she pushed herself away. Away to a different world, away to a world that she did
not make and did not know.
It was loud, grimy. Horrible. Gotham City. What a place to reappear? She could practically feel the crime and hopelessness around her. It was too much. She forgot why she left. She forgot what she wanted. All she knew was what she needed. "No more Sadness!"
She shreiked as reality warped around her. It focused UPON her however. Her second to last act was to make sure of that.
In the midst of darkness and grime she was transformed. Her body had morphed into outlandish proportions. Her costume had become a revealing ball gown of pink taffeta and lace. She'd never feel sad again and she'd transform all she saw into beings who
were a twisted reflection of themselves, who were a reflection of her, of Willing Wanda, the Fairy Godfucker. She waved her wand causing sparkles and hearts to fall around her, tittering with laughter as the alley transformed before her eyes.
The laughter echoed suddenly, but this was a higher pitch, a nasaly voice. She had drawn a bit of a scene with her theatrics, one bit of a scene in particular. There stood Harley Quinn in all of her glory. "You got the perfect look of crazy, sista." She
clapped. "Somehow I think you and me are gonna be the besta pals!"