Dr. Rainbow is confronted by the villainous mastermind, Hot-Cross Bunny and taken to provide other services...

"Oooooh..." Dr. Rainbow sounds deeply conflicted as she scrunches her cute face. "I've always believed that anger is a worse toxin that botulinium, asbestos, or, goody gumdrops help me, even PHTHALATES!" she says with the **** of a profanity. "But I can't help it!" her irises shift to a glowing red color. "I am really, really upset with you right now! How DARE you impersonate my best friend Thunderbird after what you did to her yesterday? While disguised as me, too! It's like you violated both of us at once! You should be ashamed of yourself, you... you... icky, naughty creature!"

'Thunderbird' stare goggle eyed for a few moments. Then her eyelids begin twitching and her lips begin quivering. And, with no more warning than that, she drops to her knees and begins sobbing profusely, thick rivulets of tears running down her cheeks. The sound of her voice crying gets a little bit deeper than it normally ought to be, and her appearance shifts. Those large, round bosoms which every civilian to have read the announcement of the Weather Watch's formation has been eagerly waiting to see bouncing their way around the city shrink away to nothing, and the hips shrink by inches as well. Most alarmingly, the yellow hair retracts completely into her head, her nose flattens and disappears into her face, and her skin turns a sickly shade of light green. Even the uniform changes, turning into a pair of tight briefs and a black turtleneck shirt.

Now sitting there is a strange and inhuman looking being. 'She' doesn't look particularly feminine any more, with a figure mostly devoid of curves, but neither does 'she' have the broader shoulders, adams apple, or any other features one would expect from a male... plus, those black briefs are tight enough to make clear that there's nothing down there, at least at the moment.

Dr. Rainbow's angry expression cracks after only a few seconds of these waterworks and she becomes crestfallen. "...Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it THAT harshly, I wasn't trying to make you cry or anything! Is it because I called you a 'creature'? Oh goodness, what am I saying, I compared you to phthalates! I'm so, so sorry! It's just so hard to be kind in a situation like this. I'll try to do better, I promise."

"No, noooo, nooo, it's not what you said!" the creature in front of her says. "It's just that... the only one here I could talk to, Cheshire Huntress, she's, she's... she's gone now! Locked up in a cage by the terrible League of Bullies! And it was my responsibility to find a way to get her back by cornering Thunderbird and... I screwed it up! Just like I always screw up everything! I'm a complete failure!" They ('they' seeming to be the obvious pronoun in this case) start slamming their fists on the ground and bashing their hairless green forehead against it. "How? How did you know it was me in diguise and not Thunderbird? I even kicked Bob over there as hard as I could just to sell it!"

"You're called 'Mock Turtle', right?" Dr. Rainbow says hesitantly. "Well, um... I guess maybe this is difficult to tell because of perspective, but Thunderbird is right handed, and you put that power gauntlet on your left hand. And I heard you stomping your way in here from the hallway, when the real Thunderbird would've used her sonokinesis... is that the right word? Um, her mutant voice power, to make her approach completely quiet. Also, she wouldn't have come here alone, because she's a much better leader than all the superheroes who go in blindly and hope for the best like I always used to, Thunderbird ALWAYS has a plan!" she smiles proudly.

"Not to mention, I heard everything that you were doing to her over the radio!" Dr. Rainbow adds with a huff. A moment later, she blinks, her irises shift to yellow, and she gulps, her lips twisting into a mortified frown. "Ohhhhhh... poop." she says haplessly. "I really shouldn't have said that, should I? I got too used to Thunderbird looking out for me."

One of the walls flickers and suddenly turns transparent, revealing that it was a two-way mirror... with an infamous and menacing woman behind it. Despite looking to be in her twenties, this woman, Hot-Cross Bunny, is one of the most feared villains in the city and, along with Dr. Demise, a symbol of villains in general. Ever since she arrived and formed the Wonderland Warriors a few years ago, she's racked up an impressive list of capers and atrocities. Hot-Cross Bunny is a pale woman of average height and considerably above-average endowment in the chest area. The tight purple 'playboy bunny' leotard she has on flatters those curves of hers nicely. Over it, she has a white leather waistcoat (matching her white hair) which is always worn open, and under it, her long, lovely legs are in fishnet stockings. It is unclear if the fluffy white rabbit ears sticking out of her hair are a costume piece or if they're attached to her head. Without looking at her, Bunny snaps her fingers in Dr. Rainbow's direction.

"Oh my ears and whiskers!" she says, clapping her hands... and steps right THROUGH the glass(?) wall, sending ripples through it as if it were made of water. She stands right in front of Dr. Rainbow and the green person, and looks at her watch. "I am beside myself with astonishment! For once in their miserable life, Mock Turtle did not completely fail an assignment! How fortunate that collapsing in tears and bawling like a useless mollycoddle was an effective strategy, for once!"

"Ooohh... AHHH! That tickles! What...?!" Dr. Rainbow giggles then shifts and squirms uncomfortably as a bulge appears under her dress and starts moving around underneath it. She rolls around on the bed gasping and giggling helplessly until a plump grey rabbit sticks its head out of the neckline of her dress and leaps away from her. It hops right up to Hot-Cross Bunny and drops the small radio transmitter that had been hidden under Dr. Rainbow's armpit... having been placed there by Mort with the understanding that if any heroine needed a radio that could be operated hands-free while tied up, it was Dr. Rainbow.

While Bunny smugly picks up the radio and tucks it into one of her pockets, Mock Turtle is still burying their face in their hands. "Oh, come off it already!" Hot-Cross Bunny kicks them with one of her heels. "I almost regret having Red King psionically traumatize you into being emotionally fragile just to fit the character role from the book. Really now Turtle, there's no use crying. Cheshire will be back with us in due time. Now you have another task to perform."

"Huh...?" Turtle asks, raising their head. Hot-Cross Bunny pulls up the hefty pocketwatch she keeps on a chain in one of her coat pockets and checks it, tapping her foot. "What, isn't it obvious? Did you even read that file? So very unprofessional, Turtle!" she chides with a sharp 'tut tut'. "Dr. Rainbow relies on happy thoughts to use her particular idiom of pharmaceutical prestidigitation! Which means we need to keep her un-happy until she lures our next Alice down the rabbit hole."

"So...?" Mock Turtle asks, getting to their knees with a sniffle.

"So! What are you waiting for? Get back into the shape of her teammate and **** the living daylights out of her!" Bunny says in a put-upon tone as if it is the most logical thing in the world.

"Eeek!" Dr. Rainbow lets out a squeak of alarm and backs up nervously against the headboard of the bed. "That's... I promise you that isn't necessary, Miss Bunny, I can't do very much without my caduceus rod. Basic healing is my limit. And, I promise that I'm already feeling very unhappy! I have almost no positive thoughts at all about the situation! Even..." Dr. Rainbow cringes with effort and grits her teeth. "Even though that 's a really, really cute bunny rabbit..." her eyes keep flicking back to the small creature snuffling its way around the floor.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Mock Turtle lets out a lengthy, theatrical groan. "I don't want to, Bunny! You know that I hate doing sex stuff with someone who I've shapeshifted into before. You're lucky enough to always have the same shape every day, you don't understand how weird it is..." they sniffle and wipe tears away on the sleeve of their black turtleneck. "And besides, I told you, I'm tired of getting assignments where I need to sleep with girls! I don't like it. Why can't I have missions where I seduce guys instead? How come I never get to have a male hero boink me?"

Pinching the bridge of her nose between her fingers, Hot-Cross Bunny sighs and grimaces. "One fortnight ago, Turtle, you spent exactly fourteen minutes and thirty two seconds haranguing me about how you were sick and tired of assignments involving getting intimate with men, and that you only wanted lewd tasks that involved screwing women, from then on."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Mock Turtle's androgynous voice rises to a whiny crescendo. "Don't invalidate my feelings! You're always such a bully, Bunny! Bully Bunny, that's what we should call you! I can't, I'm too upset about Cheshire and Griffin and all those poor pawns who got mangled. Even if I formed myself a dick I wouldn't be able to get hard."

Hot-Cross Bunny groans. "As usual, your whining and mopery has put me officially behind schedule. As always! Just... just grab Dr. Rainbow. We'll move her to one of the deathtrap rooms and get Carpenter to help us set up an ambush for when we're ready to lure the rest of her team. I need to find someone to **** her thoroughly so she can't use any troublesome parlor tricks in the meantime."

"But..." Mock Turtle asks as they rise to their feet and toss Dr. Rainbow up over their shoulder, "...what if we end up needing her to do more healing? There might be some stragglers who haven't made it back to base yet and will need her help."

"Oh," Hot-Cross Bunny says airily as she pushes the door to the hallway open, "if we need her temporarily chuffed enough to patch somebody up, we can just shoot her up with some heroin, that should do the trick."

Dr. Rainbow gulps and her adorable eyes crinkle with worry. "I... um... hope you're using clean needles and have a biohazard disposal bin properly set up..." she says unsteadily as she's carried off.