"You should have waited!" Dick sighed, blaming his teammate was his only weapon in this situation. He tried to keep his frustration in check. "Sorry. I shouldn't blame you... it's just—hum..."

Here he was, locked in a small broom cupboard with his ex. Both were wearing their hero costume, Dick in his own Nightwing suit. He was trying his best to not touch his ex too much, but it seemed impossible. There was no space between the two, and Dick was almost pressed against his teammate. Plus, he kept being bothered by the broom that landed against his back.

"It's awkward," Dick sighed again. How did such a situation happen? The two were on a mission together, but as an ex-couple, they couldn't help but argue and blame the others when something went wrong.

In the end, they just ended up locked inside this small, dark, and tight cupboard, hoping that someone would open the door. "I'll try to leave you some space. Sorry."

Dick was doing his best not to be too much against his ex. He wasn't even able to stand straight because of how small the cardboard was, and he was holding himself by letting his hands against the walls.

He shouldn't have teamed up with one of his exes. Especially not the one he loved a lot at the time when he was a young and adventurous teenager. He was still Robin when they were a couple. But they had broken up a few years earlier and never talked again until today.