Sweet Tooth leaned back against the pillows and heard a soft sigh from Candy. He ran his fingers through her hair and wondered why she could sleep but he couldn't. She'd been out for hours according to the clock on the table. Maybe it was the constant stream of thoughts going through his mind that kept him awake. All of those plans that needed completing. He had just hired two more men to his crew. Their names were Gob and Joe, and though they weren't the brightest in the gang, they could certainly pack a Sour Punch. Scarecrow and Catwoman joined him as well, the former being very helpful constructing the Warhead. The Warhead was now halfway completed; he and Ike had been working on it for three weeks and only recently realized that they needed a rare form of citric acid. The only acid available was located in a vault at Wayne Enterprises. Now instead of working on the Warhead, they were planning a heist to steal it. More time and energy would be wasted. Time that really couldn't be spared.
Just as Ike was keeping Sweet Tooth informed about what was happening at Wayne Enterprises, his brother Mike kept him informed about the goings-on of the press. Like always, the city of Gotham adored Batman, but as of yet they had very little to say about Robin. Mike had chosen not to dye his hair, deciding at the last moment to wear a bright orange wig instead. The brothers were like candy; their exteriors showed one thing, but their insides were completely different. Sweet Tooth smirked at the thought of Wayne Enterprises discovering that their shy scientist was actually building a weapon that could destroy Gotham City.
Mike was different. He had a nice exterior, and he actually seemed to be a nice guy within. He and Candy had slowly patched up a few of their arguments, but Sweet Tooth knew that many of their spats were still unresolved. When he and Ike worked on the Warhead together, Mike and Candy were often left alone. He wondered if she ever told Mike about him. Candy was the person that he was the most open with. He trusted her with his secrets. To be fair, he never told her about his life, never mentioned his family, but neither did she. Maybe it was better this way; after all, their past lives were nothing like the life they were living. Together, they could do anything. Sweet Tooth had started his plans long before he met Candy, and for the longest time only thought for himself. Now he wanted to share the riches with her. She was the only person he could completely trust; she would do anything for him. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. A new plan was turning in his mind. He wasn't good at showing her that he cared, and they never had said 'I love you', but he still wanted to let Candy know that he wanted her with him always, together forever.
Tomorrow they would be breaking into Wayne Enterprises together with a small crew. They all had their jobs to do, and if everything went to plan, they'd have the citric acid. No, not if; when. He would complete his weapon and the rest of the plans would fall into place. The city would be his, and Candy would be at his side.
It was a bright sunny day, and Candy had been sent out to check on Wayne Enterprises. Everything appeared to be normal; there was no fear that it would be broken into that night. Thanks to Ike, they knew about every security camera and alarm in the building. The plan was simple: they would sneak in through the vents, grab the acid and leave the way they entered. Candy walked into the shadow of the skyscraper and looked for the grate. There it was, nearly hidden by a bush. She pulled a screwdriver out of the folds of her skirt and loosened the screws. It saved time for tonight. She looked around her before leaving the building's parameter.
Candy walked with a skip in her step down the streets and pitied the people she passed. Once she was like them, bored and aimless. She even had a job as an assistant in a store. It wasn't much, and it was definitely boring, but it kept her from being hungry. It all ended when the store's owner was gunned down by Batman. He was labeled as a thief only because the police found a dollar bill on him. He was a nice enough man, and it didn't seem right that the police didn't care to investigate further. They took the story that a man in a bat costume gave them and were simply happy to leave it at that. The system had to change. Very soon, Gotham would be getting a taste of something sweet.
Candy turned onto a different corner and stopped skipping. A very familiar woman was walking towards her. She turned around, but it was too late.
"Oh my gosh, it can't be!"
Oh no, she thought to herself. Not now. There was no point in running.
The woman quickened her pace to catch up to her. "It's me, Belinda! Don't tell me you've forgotten-"
"No, how could I forget my boss's wife?" Candy said, a smile plastered across her face.
Belinda grinned. "It is you! I haven't seen you in a very long time-"
"It's Candy now," she interrupted. "I changed my name."
"Oh, that's interesting," Belinda answered. She looked tired, her dark hair pulled back in a bun. "I was wondering what happened to you."
"Oh, nothing much," said Candy, wishing she was back in the apartment.
"I think that something's happened. Your hair's pink and blue, and you never dressed like that before."
"I've um, I've been trying a new look."
Belinda moved her eyes over her, and Candy felt that she was being interrogated. "Have you found a new job?"
"No, not yet."
"So how are you-"
Candy spun around and saw Mike walk over to her. Now there were two people that she didn't want to talk to standing with her. All she wanted to do was get back to Sweet Tooth. "Hi," she said wearing the same fake smile.
"Who's this?" Belinda asked, her attention now on the journalist.
"This is Mike," Candy said. "Mike, this is Belinda. I used to work for her husband."
"Oh, well it's nice to meet you," said Mike, extending a hand to Belinda who shook it earnestly.
"Candy never mentioned you. Are you two together?"
"Yes!" Mike said before Candy could open her mouth.
"Actually," she began as Mike put an arm around her waist, "we're-"
"Engaged!" he interrupted. "Yes, we're engaged, and there's something that we need to talk about at home, dear."
Mike raised his eyebrows, and Candy caught on. "Yes, of course. Wedding planning things."
Belinda's face lit up, and her eyes brimmed with tears. "Oh, I'm so happy for you. My husband would be too. The two of you make a very attractive couple."
Candy laughed nervously. "Thank you. Should we go, Mike?"
"Sure, dear," he answered. "It was nice meeting you, Belinda."
Mike turned Candy around, his arm still around her waist. "So," he said quietly, "what do you say?"
"Get your hand off of me," she muttered.
"Well, I could, but Belinda might see. I could always call Belinda back-"
"No! Don't, please."
Mike laughed. "You really don't want to talk to her, do you?"
"I like to avoid people that I knew before Sweet Tooth."
"I was so boring then. My life has changed because of him. It's exciting and nothing is boring! I can't go back to the way things were."
Mike nodded. "What happened to her husband?"
"He was gunned down by Batman."
They were quiet for some time. This was the first normal conversation that they'd had. Most days they argued, or they simply didn't talk to each other. Candy thought Mike hated her, but he had just rescued her from an awkward situation. "Thank you," she said as they crossed the street.
"Getting me out of there."
"Oh, it was nothing. When you turned around I could tell that you wanted to leave."
"Your smile was really fake."
"You could tell by my smile."
"Yeah. You really smile for Sweet Tooth. There's nothing fake about it. The smile I saw today is the one you use on me."
"No really, it's fine. Candy, it's- it's fine."
"Okay," she nodded.
"Candy, I don't think you could ever be boring."
Candy looked up. Mike's eyes were honest. "You hardly know me."
"I know that you're full of life. Look, whatever happens, I don't think you could ever go back to the person you say you were."
They were now at the stairs of the apartment building. Mike's fingers lingered on her waist. Candy coughed and he pulled them away.
They walked up the stairs at different paces, Mike trailing her. Their conversation was left behind them. Candy put her key into the keyhole and twisted the knob. "I got the job done!" she called. Sweet Tooth greeted her with a smile and a kiss as Mike walked through the door.
"In just a few short hours, our little Spree will begin!" Sweet Tooth said, handing Candy the bright green packet of sour candy. He led her into the living room. "There's um, something that's been in my mind, Dove, and I know it's going to sound crazy." He pulled out what Candy had expected to be a chocolate bar, but instead was a small box. She felt her breath grow short.
"What's that?" she asked breathlessly.
He opened it to reveal a ring. It was no ordinary ring. It had a peppermint on top, and it was perfect.
"You're sweet, Candy, and you're one of a kind. I was just wondering if you'll be mine?"
Sweet Tooth pulled a heart candy out of one of his jacket pockets and gave to her. Candy slid the ring on her finger and blinked back tears. "Yes," she answered, wrapping her arms around him. "Of course I will!"
Sweet Tooth grinned as he stood up. "Perfect!" he said, kissing her forehead. "Now, I've just got some details to go over for tonight. I want to make sure that there's a Zero percent chance of being caught."
He left the room, and Candy admired the ring on her finger.
"So you're engaged," Mike said as he stepped into the living room. "Second time today. That's quite an achievement."
Candy looked up. "And is that a problem?"
Mike shook his head. "Nope. You're happy."
"Did you know this was going to happen?"
"No. Boss just told me to find you. I didn't know that he was going to propose." He sat on the edge of the sofa.
Candy twisted the ring. "You're right, Mike. I'm happy. I'm very happy, and tonight, everything is going to go as planned."
Thanks for reading! Unfortunately, this is the last happy chapter. It's going to get violent, and it's going to get sad.