#ttfic

Dormouse shuddered and his gray ear twitched as Hare’s lips brushed against it; the touch elicited a wave of goosebumps to cascade along his skin, and he squirmed in the other’s lap. He bit back a whimper when Hare’s gloved hand snaked beneath the long table and wrapped around his hardened length before stroking it from base to tip.

With a trembling hand, Dormouse picked up his white tea cup and took a sip of the warm drink. He exhaled through his nose, his ragged breaths sending ripples across the dark liquid. Over the rim of the china, Dormouse’s green eyes flicked to the farthest end of the table where the Hatter sat laughing between bites of sugary cookies. Luckily, Cheshire was nowhere to be seen.

As the minutes ticked by on the numerous clocks that didn’t tell time, Dormouse’s soft gasps transformed into heavy pants with each stroke and twist of Hare’s wrist. He ran his gray tail along the other’s shoulder and curled it around Hare’s neck. Swallowing thickly, his eyes fluttered shut.

“Hare,” he breathed.

“You mustn’t go to sleep,” said Hare. “It’s unbecoming for one to do so whilst under punishment.” Ceasing his ministrations, he shifted in the chair, the wood creaking beneath his weight as he pressed his lips against Dormouse’s ear.

“Apologize.”

“I’m sorry, Hare,” murmured Dormouse.

“And pray tell, for what?”

“F-for eating your d-dusty cheesy triangle c-c-crisps!”

Against his quivering ear, Dormouse felt Hare’s lips tug into a smirk. Without another word from the man beneath him, he let out a soft sigh as the other’s firm touch resumed its strokes. And when Hare flicked his thumb against the head of his cock, Dormouse jolted and let out a squeak.

“Ha—“

“Dormouse, darling~!”

Dormouse’s eyes flew open, his cheeks bursting with a beautiful shade of scarlet as he was greeted with a sly grin that slowly gave way to a mischievous redhead.

“C-Cheshire!” he sputtered.

Rolling around mid-air, Cheshire purred, “What’s wrong, sweetie?”

As Cheshire spoke, Hare squeezed his cock and sped up his strokes, and Dormouse had to gulp down a groan. Unfortunately, he failed to prevent the harsh breaths spilling from his lips and the tremors elicited by Hare’s attention.

“I’m fine,” he panted.

“Are you sure? You’re looking flushed, sweetie,” Cheshire reached out a palm and placed it against his forehead. Dormouse silently wished for the White Rabbit to hop on by. He clenched his fists, his knuckles undoubtedly whitening beneath his black gloves.

“I assure you; he’s quite alright,” said Hare. “Now run along, Cheshire. You needn’t fret.”

For once, Cheshire obliged, blowing a kiss and tossing a wink before disappearing into thin air.

Dormouse opened his mouth to speak, but his words turned into a low moan as the Hare’s grip tightened around his cock, squeezing, twisting and pulling until Dormouse couldn’t help but squirm.

After a particularly harsh stroke of the other’s clever hand, Dormouse’s spine arched and his head dropped back. With an explosive gasp of the March Hare’s name, Dormouse’s green eyes blew wide and sightless as his climax struck him out of nowhere. Gasping as he rode it out, he slumped against Hare and closed his eyes. The tip of his tail traced Hare’s jaw and danced across the nape of his neck while he basked in the afterglow.

“Have you learned your lesson?” asked Hare.

The corner of Dormouse’s lips quirked into a lopsided grin. “Mhmm~” he hummed. He stifled a yawn with the palm of his hand. “I have, Hare.”

“Precisely what I wish to hear.”

From the farthest reaches of the table, Hatter’s loud maniacal laugh made its way to Ronald’s ears.

In fact, her memories of her father were limited at best. At the age of 15, when she closed her eyes and tried to imagine him, he was like a blurry photograph. She remembered his blond hair, and big hands, and deep voice. But she didn't really remember doing anything with him, not after she made Bobby. She remembered her mom a bit, though. Her hair was flame red, like Timmy's, and her eyes that same soft blue all of them had. She used to tuck Melvin in and read them all stories... she used to yell a lot and pull on her hair when they used their powers. She cried a lot. She made chocolate chip cookies that they got to eat as dessert and after preschool.

When they got on the bus, Melvin remembered her mom kissing her forehead and telling her to be a brave big girl, to look out for her brothers and be good for the Titans. She put them on the bus, and told them that she'd loved them, for them to remember that.

At the time, Melvin didn't think much of it. She was six. It was an adventure. It was a big girl trip. She was scared and excited and with Bobby there, she'd known they'd be safe. At fifteen, she didn't know what to think of it.

How did one accept love from a mother who'd sent them away? Not only that, but a mother who, when the Titans called to get confirmation of when to bring Melvin, Timmy and Teether home, had told them she couldn't take them back. A mother who didn't want them.

For a while, she resented it. She would for a long time still. Until she grew up, likely. Until she had kids of her own, and found how hard it could be to raise a child with a super power. She would wonder how her mother had managed with no powers of her own. Melvin wouldn't forgive her mother. She would never forgive her. She couldn't.

But she would understand it. At least a little.

At fifteen, all she felt was resentment towards a mother her brothers couldn't remember.

Melvin had shown them a picture once. A faded, worn little photograph that had been tucked away in her pocket during their adventure to the monastery. She didn't remember that clearly, not as much so as the kiss on her forehead and the 'I love you'. But it was there, and she'd kept it. It was a bit torn, a bit ruined. Their dad's face was gone, but their mom was still intact. Holding Teether, and grasping one of Timmy's hands with her free one, Melvin just in front of her. All smiling at the camera, happy.

Timmy had shown vague signs of remembering. She'd seen it flicker in his gaze, the recognition. But Teether didn't. Not even a little. He'd told her once, that he only remembered Raven and the other titans. Living at the tower.

Melvin wasn't sure if she was sad, or relieved, or jealous. Possibly all three.

Timmy didn't want to talk about it at all. Ever.

They hadn't grown up badly. Melvin was sure some people worried about it- she remembered when Batman found out, he'd been concerned. A plethora of older heroes had come to see them and check on them, but mostly, didn't have any important roles. There had been a few social workers, too. They'd wanted to make sure that the kids had everything they needed, but didn't have anywhere to place children like them, and the monks couldn't keep them forever.

Melvin's childhood was filled with adventures. There was training to control her powers, there was school, and a lot of people who came and went. She shared a room with her brothers for a long time, but for those first few years, they all slept in Raven's room. It was creepy sometimes, and they weren't allowed to touch anything, but it became a safe place for them.

They had Starfire to kiss their boo boos, and Beastboy to make them laugh, and Cyborg to make them cool toys. Robin taught them to defend themselves. Raven became "mom". Sometimes they went and stayed with Más and Menos at Titans East, and Speedy taught Melvin how to use a bow, and Bumblebee helped her do her hair.

They enjoyed their lives, it was an odd mix of normal and not. They had a family, though unorthodox, they got adventures and downtime, and friends at school who thought they were 'sooooo cool'. But, Melvin wondered sometimes.

What would it have been like if her parents had kept them. What were they up to now? Did they ever have more kids? Were they happy?

Would it have been nicer to be normal?

In the long run, she supposed, it was better not to think about it too much.

Her mom hadn't wanted her, even if she'd loved her. She didn't know if her father had. Dwelling on it could, and had, only led to pain.

She had thought of asking Robin, now Nightwing, for the contact information they'd had for her parents. Finding them wouldn't be hard for a Titan... but she couldn't bring herself to.

She was scared to face them. To see the people who'd left her at the age of six with a bunch of teenagers.

So, she never asked. She filled her days with school and hero work. Her nights with homework and training. When she felt like she missed her mom, she sought out Raven. They'd have tea and talk, about anything and everything.

It made her feel better.

It reminded her that she was loved. Not just by Raven, but by everyone. Her family was weird, and they hadn't been ready, but they were family and she couldn't ask for a better one.