Bruce stared at the hoof. It was his hoof.

Holy shit.

He wasn't one for swearing, but this called for it. He noticed something sticking in front of him, on top of his nose.

Wait.

That was his nose. What was he?

He took in his surroundings. He was in a forest, but something was strange about it. Like... the trees had no detail, as if they were solidly colored.

I'm in... a cartoon. He looked at himself. A sudden realization overtook him.

I'm a pony. Bruce blinked.

"I'm a pony!" He screamed. Birds flew from the trees in surprise. He was practically alone. Bruce took in his surroundings. He was the world's greatest detective, solved countless crimes, and defeated supernatural villains, and yet, this was the most incredible, albeit strange and unnerving, event he had faced so far. Bruce decided to venture farther into the forest, so as to find a hint of civilization or shelter.

He walked for hours. Each hour brought nothing put destroyed hopes and exhaustion. There was no sign of any intelligent life in the forest-at least none that he'd seen so far- and he sorely missed the advice of Alfred. With a pang, he remembered the city he had left behind, now in the clutches of the criminals he had striven to. He had failed. He had failed Commissioner Gordon, he had failed the Police force, he failed Nightwing.

He had failed his parents.

As he walked, he heard a sudden growl behind him. Bruce whipped around, ready to defend himself. A bear stalked towards him, emerging from the bushes. The bear looked comical, solid brown and cartoonish, but menacing all the same.

The bear roared, a loud, deep bellow, that struck fear into Bruce's heart. He would have defeated the bear easily if he was a human, but as a pony?

The bear charged towards him, jaw open wide, exposing sharp teeth. Bruce dodged, but he was not used to his current body and was struck on the left hind leg. Pain shot up his leg, and he gasped sharply. He turned to face the bear, which was standing on it's two legs, roaring. It landed back to a four legged position and charged again. Bruce dived to the right on time, and while the bear was distracted, limped as fast as he could back into the forest.

The bear was not as agile around trees and other obstacles as Bruce, and he limped, forward and forward, until the bear gave up, lowered it's head, and slowly trudged back into the bush in defeat. Sighing in relief, Bruce was suddenly aware of the pain in his leg. He twisted around, assessing the wound. His leg was bleeding and mangled, but he could still move it, so that was good news. Bruce had knowledge of human anatomy, but he had no idea about horses'. He was stuck with a mangled leg until he could find someone to help him.

If he could find someone to help him.

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