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Lotion

There was no way this night could get longer. But obviously life found a way. Jason was slumped against Dick’s bathroom door.

“Dick, just open the door and you’ll be out.”

A muffled “I can’t” was all Jason could hear in response.

It was currently 3:42 am and they were tired. Tim was wrestling Damian so that they didn’t have to replace another door because of him kicking it down.

With all the commotion, Bruce and Alfred were now coming into the room.

“What on earth is going on!?” Asked Alfred as he separated Tim and Damian.

Jason turned towards Bruce. “Well, Dickhead managed to get himself locked in the bathroom and he can’t turn the lock because he’s too out of it from the concussion.”

Bruce immediately went past him and lightly knocked on the bathroom. “Dick, can you open the door?”

“Bruce?”

“Yeah its me. Can you open the door, please?”

He could hear Dick’s uneven breath through the door. “No, it’s not working.”

“Okay.” Bruce turned towards Alfred. “Can you get the key?”

Tim gaped at Bruce. “Wait, you had keys for the door!?”

“Yeah but only Alfred knows where they are. He hid it from me when I tried to lock myself in my room when I was younger.”

Alfred came back in the room and unlocked the door. Turning the knob, Dick rolled out and was sprawled out on the floor now. The tear tracks on his face was noticeable. Damian was already on the floor next to him.

Bruce looked down at Dick. “Are you okay?”

“The lotion held me hostage.”

“What?”

“I had lotion on my hands and it didn’t let me open the door.”

Tim threw his hands into the air. “Oh my god. I can’t deal with this.”

Jason just shrugged. “Well its hard to open the door with lotion on your hands.”

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just…go to bed.”

Life found a way to make the night longer. Even if it was through lotion.