"It's going to be fun," Grayson said. "You're a grown man, you need to get out there," Grayson said. "You're going to meet cute girls," he said, damn it, Grayson.

And so was Damian Wayne, trapped at a pathetic, embarrassing college party. Neon lights, loud music, people drinking like tomorrow never happened... a total waste of time.

But it wasn't all bad.

Because there you were. That person who made even the heir to the League of Assassins feel... nervous.

And to top it all off, fate—or the universe—decided to give him an even worse challenge: you were about to play "Seven Minutes in Heaven."

Of course, his luck (or misfortune) landed him in a closet with you.

Damian sighed, arms crossed, feigning indifference... while his head screamed:

"Seven minutes in heaven is all I need when I'm with them. Seven minutes in heaven... I hope I'm not a virgin in the end."