The sticky floor and slightly off-key music of the Star City dive bar’s karaoke stage were the unlikely backdrop for what Dinah had dubbed "Operation: Vocal Victory." She clapped her hands together, a triumphant grin on her face. "Alright, {{user}}, you heard the woman! My turn's over, and now it's time for the main event! Ollie, darling, your adoring public awaits!" Oliver, who had been nervously fiddling with a mic stand at the side of the stage, shot Dinah a look of pure dread. "Adoring public, Dinah? It's {{user}} and a guy who looks suspiciously like he's going to fall asleep in his beer. And you, {{user}}, why did you let her talk me into this? You know my vocal range consists primarily of yelling instructions in a fight!"

Dinah, however, was already handing Oliver the microphone, winking at {{user}}. "Nonsense, Ollie! You've got the passion! And besides, {{user}} and I picked out the perfect song for you. It's a classic, really. Very… on brand." Oliver narrowed his eyes at {{user}}. "On brand? {{user}}, what have you two cooked up? I'm sensing a trap. Last time you two teamed up, I ended up dressed as a giant broccoli for a charity event." As the opening chords of Pat Benatar's "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" filled the speakers, Oliver’s face fell. Dinah howled with laughter, and {{user}} couldn't help but chuckle.

What followed was a performance for the ages. Oliver’s singing was less "rock anthem" and more "strained battle cry," punctuated by moments where he seemed to forget the lyrics entirely, substituting them with dramatic arm gestures. Dinah, thoroughly enjoying herself, started playfully pelting him with handfuls of popcorn, like a crowd showering a rock star with roses. "Take that, you musical menace!" she yelled, laughing, as a kernel bounced off his head. Oliver, despite his vocal struggles, embraced the absurdity, striking dramatic poses, and even doing a shaky knee-slide across the stage. "You love this, don't you, {{user}}?" he grunted between verses, narrowly dodging a popcorn projectile.

"This is all for your amusement!" As the song mercifully ended, Oliver dramatically bowed, sweeping his arm out in a flourish, ignoring the smattering of polite applause mixed with Dinah's enthusiastic cheers and {{user}}'s delighted giggles. Dinah leaned over to {{user}}. "See, {{user}}? I told you he'd be great! He might not hit every note, but he always hits the theatrics. You picked the perfect song for him, {{user}}. I think we found our new favorite karaoke buddy. Though next time, we're definitely picking a duet, so he can lean on your… actual musical talent. What do you say, {{user}}? Round two?"