This is a simple one shot I wrote when I was bored.

Disclaimer: I don't own Batman nor am I a part of Team Starkid. I wish I was. But I'm not.

"So Ivy, Do you like Sweet Tooth then?" Purred Catwoman curiously. She and Poison Ivy were sat in the Rogues unofficial meeting place, a small warehouse in the centre of Gotham; Ivy was there to water her plants, Catwoman out of pure boredom.

"He's okay I guess, but when you've been under Penguins command for so long, anything is better" She sauntered over to the makeshift sofa in the corner and sat down next to her fellow rogue.

"Yeah, I know that but do you; you know... like him, do you think he's hot?" Ivy stared at her, trying to make out what she was getting at.

"I'm not in love with him if that's what you're asking, but I won't deny that he's not the worst looking flower in the garden." Catwoman breathed a sigh of relief; she still had a chance with him!

"Oh thank Dead wizard God."

"Wait, were you actually worried that I was in love with that Weed?!"

Catwoman looked up sheepishly, "Guess the cat's outta the Bag then… I'm being stupid, why would someone as purr-fect as him want to be with you!?"
Ivy frowned at her feline friend "What is that supposed to mean?"

"well, let's put it this way. The pampered Kitten isn't gonna go for the alley cat is he?" Poison Ivy stared at her, a glare of anger present in her eyes.

"So are you saying I'm not good enough for him, that he would never like me?! I don't be-leaf it!"

"Oh stop being such a pussy! You said you didn't even like him!" Catwoman countered, straightening her cat ear head-band.

" Oh, of course. I'm just having a…bad thyme today."

"S'okay, so anyway, How long do you think it'll be before I can get my claws into his candy then?" She added cheekily.

"You should probably worry about…"

She was cut off as there was a loud knock at the door. After quickly checking it wasn't the cops, They let the mysterious person in. She was definitely not what they were expecting. It was a girl around the same height as poison Ivy, with pink and blue hair, too much makeup and a short ballerina style outfit; she had a vague resemblance to Harley Quinn.

"Hey, have either of you airheads seen Sweet Tooth?" She asked, popping her bubble gum obnoxiously.

"No, not for a while. Why who's asking?" Inquired Catwoman

"Oh, sorry, I'm such a dum dum, forgot to introduce myself! I'm Candice, you can call me Candy, and I'm S.T's Girlfriend!" Catwoman started growling, Poison Ivy had to literally hold her back to stop her from clawing the poor girl's face off.

"What was that all about?! Are you insane!? Geez…I'll be going then. See ya around" She waved to them and pulled the door shut. Catwoman was positively fuming.

"His Girlfriend….. HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND!" She screeched.

"Come on, if Sweet Tooth wants to go with that… thing, let him. You've wasted enough of my evening swooning about him; I don't want to spend the rest of it listening to your moping!" Catwoman sat down, she was still hissing slightly, but she'd calmed down.

"You're right; there are plenty of other guys out there. I don't need to date a lying rogue" Poison Ivy smiled.

"That's right, there's no point dating swindlers and cheats, they'll just forget to tell you important information. Like the fact that they have a girlfriend." Catwoman smiled. Then he face lit up.

"Hey"

"what?"

"Is Riddler single?"