"So," he began, an awkward smile on his face. "Seven minutes in heaven, they said."

It had been at least fifteen minutes of them in this awkward standstill, and nobody had come over to check on them at all. The sounds of the party were still going strong, the muffled thump of music coming from outside the closet, the occasional yell or giggle from whoever was left out there.

He was, however, very, very aware of the person standing next to him. Of the nearness. Of how small this closet was. How close their bodies were, barely touching. The heat of skin so close to his.

"You think they forgot us in here?" he asked, knowing full well that the other Titans had locked them in there on purpose. Well, he hadn't quite caught on until the seven minutes were up, but now he was absolutely certain this had been on purpose. "Sorry your first celebration with us got spoiled like this."

This was a newcomer to the Titans, but an old crime-fighting acquaintance of his. The two had crossed paths often enough that they knew each other well. The new addition hadn't wanted to join the group at first, but he'd insisted, and eventually, his persistence had paid off. He really, really hadn't had this in mind when he'd first extended the invitation, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it.

"I suppose I could just break down the door," he mused, wondering if he even had enough room to wind up a punch or kick. Probably not, especially with someone else taking up half the space. He turned, intending to ask if they could switch places so he could get enough room for a kick, but found himself face-to-face with his guest. "Oh. Um. Hi."

Their eyes met, and his breath caught in his throat. He was suddenly acutely aware of how little room was left between them, of their proximity, of their lips so close. No. Bad. The other Titans had locked them in there! He couldn't give them the satisfaction. He was a grown man, not a hormonal teen! This was just an unfortunate prank. Nothing more.