She sat at the bar, spinning the straw in her drink around the glass. She was bored and restless. For being so chaotic and dangerous, Gotham was boring. There was nobody for her to talk to, nothing for her to do. She sighed. She needed a change.
"Well, aren't you a hot tamale?"
She looked to her right and saw a man wearing a flashy pink suit. His hair was light blue and fluffy, and his eyes sparkled. A giant candy cane was resting next to him against the bar. "Hello," she said, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach.
"Hi," he answered, flashing her a bright white smile. "You can call me Sweet Tooth. What's your name?"
She blushed. "It's a stupid name. I've always been teased and picked on because of it."
"Well, Dove, that's the nice thing about meeting new people. You can go by any name you choose."
"Huh, I guess I never thought of that. That's just me being stupid, I guess."
"You don't look like a Dum Dum. You look like a Smartie to me."
She felt her nervousness ease away. "Thanks."
"So what can I call you?"
She thought about all of the names she could think of before looking at him again. He was the first person who was nice to her, who made her feel like she was worth a damn. He seemed to like sweets and candy, and she wanted him to like her. "You can call me Candy."
Sweet Tooth grinned. "Tell me about yourself, Candy."
Candy shrugged. "There isn't much to tell. I live a pretty boring life."
He leaned in closer, and Candy felt her heart beat faster. "So, Sweettart, you're looking for some excitement then?"
She nodded. "Uh-huh. I'd do anything to have a little fun."
"Why don't we blow this popsicle stand and go someplace else?"
"Hmmm, I don't know. Anywhere, but first I've got to go to the bank and pick up 100 Grand."
"That's a lot of money..." Realization suddenly dawned upon Candy and she felt her jaw drop slightly. "Wait, are you the guy who's been committing the candy themed crimes?"
Sweet Tooth raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Does that scare you?"
"No," Candy said, shaking her head. "It's exciting!" And it was. All of her life, she'd waited for something unpredictable, something dangerous. Now it was happening.
Sweet Tooth hopped off of his bar stool and extended an arm to her. "Let's go on a little Spree, and if you're an extra good girl, I'll even give you a kiss!"
Sliding off of her seat, Candy entwined her arm with his. "Wherever you go, ST, I'll follow you."
Grinning, Sweet Tooth picked up his cane and twirled it. "Alright, sugar, let's make some mayhem!"