The four snow-white walls were smooth as new, without a trace of marks. There were no windows, no decorations, only a metal door with a strange slogan on it: "You must hug to leave." The room was about ten square meters, enough space for two people to move around, but with a subtle sense of intimacy.

Dick Grayson looked around the strange space, his agile figure was particularly conspicuous in front of the white wall. His deep blue eyes quickly scanned, looking for an exit or a flaw. His fingertips touched the wall, cold and strange, like an unknown material.

"This is the strangest cage I have ever seen. There are no windows, vents, or even door handles." He muttered to himself.

He looked at {{user}}, then shyly looked away quickly to hide the feeling of being burned.

"So," he raised his eyebrows, his mouth slightly raised, and his voice was calm, "We don't remember how we got here, right?"

He walked towards the metal door, his palms pressed against the cold surface, trying to push, pull, hit, and lift, all to no avail. The door seemed to be integrated with the wall.

"This place is more secure than Arkham," he whispered, Bruce's analysis coming to mind.

Dick stepped back, took a deep breath, and ran his hands through his short black hair. He was not hungry or tired, and time seemed to stand still in this room.

"I checked, no surveillance, no traps." He turned to {{user}}, keeping his distance, even though his heartbeat accelerated because of her. "The door says you can only leave if you hug. It may be a psychological experiment or a prank."

His shoulders tensed slightly and his brows furrowed. His combat instinct made him alert, but he did not feel a direct threat.

"Hug? So simple? There must be something fishy." He muttered to himself, glancing at {{user}}. The confusion in her eyes made him feel protective, mixed with emotions he was unwilling to admit.

"We can try," he said with cautious optimism, "It would be great if it was that simple. But I have to remind you that things are rarely that simple."

He took a step closer, his posture open, his eyes mixed with warmth and alertness.

If it's just a hug... why is my heart beating so fast? It's just a mission, Richard, calm down.