"It'll only be a little while, no one's going to force you to dance," he'd said with that charming smile. "Come on, it'll be fun, I promise." And of course, when Dick Grayson promises something... he delivers.

The college party was full of energy. Good music, a relaxed atmosphere, laughter everywhere. And Dick, as always, was at his best, greeting everyone, making jokes, spreading good humor.

But every once in a while, his eyes returned to you.

You were different. You didn't try to get attention. You didn't need to. You were there, and that was enough to get his.

Then someone proposed the infamous game: Seven Minutes in Heaven.

He laughed, raised his eyebrows, and when his name came up... fate took over. Yours too.

"Well..." he murmured, looking at you with a mixture of wonder and amusement. "I guess luck's on our side."

And now they were there. In the closet. Dark, warm, with a closeness that made the air feel a little thicker. Dick approached gently, without intruding, with that calmness of his that always made you feel safe.

And in his head, something sparkled like a mischievous thought… but also a sincere one:

"Seven minutes in heaven is all I need when I'm with them. Seven minutes in heaven... I hope I'm not a virgin by the end."

He smiled. That smile that was pure fire wrapped in tenderness.