(You're Robin) You and Barbara were on patrol, when you both got an alert that Crazy Quilt was robbing a bank.

With neither of you taking him seriously, he got mad and trapped you both in a box. A very small box.

You reach into your utility belt and pull out a small flashlight so you can both at least see each other more clearly.

You and Barbara have barely any room to move and are pressed up against each other. You, one sneeze away from motorboating her. And her, one shuffle from being completely under you.

"You okay, Babs?" You ask as you start to look around for a weak point in the box.

"Do I look okay to you?" She replies with a snarky voice, the bite more from the frustration of being trapped than you.