The Council of Rogues was not what I expected.

The dilapidated building was in a complete state of decay, with broken glass littering the floor, and rotting walls crumbling from the inside out. I glanced around the large room and shuddered, trying not to inhale the putrid stench that seeped through the air.

Large wooden boxes were stacked aimlessly on the side, with a collection of Rogues lounging comfortably across the makeshift multilayered couch. They looked up on our entrance, nodding respectively to Sweet Tooth, and eyeing me up cautiously. I smiled at the only two girls in the group, but they both tossed their hair over their shoulders and continued their conversation, clearly disinterested in me. I shrunk back to ST's side, already feeling nervous and self conscious.

Sweet Tooth swatted my arm away and gestured for me to go and sit down. I nodded and reluctantly walked over the box with the girls on it. One of them had incredibly distinctive red hair that curled down to her waist. She raised her eyebrows at me as I sat down, but didn't make a move to retreat. The other girl was more reserved, more scornful, she actually hissed at me as I sat down.

I awkwardly reclined over two of the boxes, and glanced around at the other rogues curiously. ST had told me all about them, referring to them as his mindless minions. He told me he was very good at manipulated people, which I could easily believe. He had amassed a rather impressive amount of followers. There was the Riddler, spinning off riddles to Dr Freeze, who seemed to be ignoring him completely. The Penguin was in the middle of a discussion with the Scarecrow, both of them occasionally shooting glances towards me, their faces more thoughtful than hostile.

Staggered around the rest of the room were a collection of Rogues I had never even heard of, their costumes stupid and over exaggerated. I tried to hold in a giggle as I locked eyes with a man with a giant egg on his head. Sweet Tooth really had pulled all the Rogues out of the sewers, and now he was going to tell us his master plan.

"Gather round chicklets!" He called out in his musical voice, clapping his hands together and jumping on the spot. I leaned forward in my seat, eager to find out what he had been planning all this time. I knew it must be something good.

"Hey you," The woman with the red hair leaned forward, her voice making me shiver.

Don't be afraid Candy.

"Yeah?" I replied back coolly, as though I was completely indifferent as to whether she talked to me or not.

"Welcome to the Rogues" She smiled, and it looked halfway pleasant. I tried not to giggle with relief in reply.

"Thanks" I turned back to Sweet Tooth, who had stopped talking to watch the interaction between me and who I guessed was Poison Ivy. Sweet Tooth raised his eyebrows questioningly, his gaze stern, so I ducked my head shamefully. I knew he hated being interrupted. And I hated upsetting him.

"I know you've all been waiting patiently to hear my big bad plan" Sweet Tooth called happily, clasping his hands in front of him as he paced back and forth up the rows of boxes. All eyes were on him, and he seemed to revel in the attention, smiling at everyone happily. We all remained silent, focused on his words entirely.

"But here's the funny part." Sweet Tooth leaned forward, glancing around comically as though expecting to see someone eavesdropping.

"I'm not even going to tell you!" He straightened up laughing, twirling his cane in his hands as he hopped on the spot. I glanced around the room, confused. What was going on?

"To keep my plan best protected, I've only told those who need to know, so they are informed already."

There was an outbreak of murmuring as the rogues angrily discussed this piece of news in whispers that seemed to steadily grow in volume. Sweet Tooth was smiling at us all, leaning on his cane, remaining completely pleasant as the room dissolved into chaos.

"How can we follow you if you don't even tell us what we're supposed to be doing?" The Scarecrow stood up, his face stormy as he glared at Sweet Tooth, who just smiled back silently.

"Cool down Scarecrow!" Dr Freeze stood up, his intimidating height and voice making the Scarecrow back down.

"He makes a point" Catwoman called out, leaning back lazily on her box as she surveyed the room. She shrugged her shoulders and started to examine a nail.

"Luckily for me, I've been trusted with the details of the plan." She yawned, and shot a sneaky smile at ST, who winked back mischievously.

"You told her?" The Penguin jumped up angrily.

"I used to run this hen house before you showed up!" He folded his arms over his puffed out chest, and squawked angrily to himself.

Bickering erupted, but my eyes remained focused on Sweet Tooth, whose head was tilted slightly down as he surveyed the room. A devious smile played across his lips, his hands folded elegantly over his cane. He was completely motionless as all around him punches were thrown as rogues turned on each other. I couldn't tear my eyes from him, he seemed so calm.

I felt anything but.

He hadn't told me his plan.

I obviously wasn't trusted.