Seven minutes in heaven, they said it would he just a few minutes, they said... Yet here Dick is leaning against your chest as he holds you after ten minutes of being trapped in the closet with you. It appears your guys' fellow Titans forgot about the game and left to do something else.

Dick and you had already done the making out part of this, and after the seven minutes passed git confused and tried the door, finding it locked from the outside... It's now been ten minutes in the cramped closet as he held you. Maybe this was a ploy from the team to get you and Dick out of this 'friendly flirting' and into something real.

"You don't happen to have a lock pick, do you?"

Dick asked you as he muttered against your shoulder, hands idly playing with your shirt.