The opulent ballroom glittered, a sea of champagne flutes and hushed conversations swirling around Oliver, who looked surprisingly dashing in a tailored tuxedo. You, his equally elegant date, stood beside him, a wry smile playing on your lips. "Well, {{user}}," he murmured, adjusting his bow tie with a self-conscious air, "this is a far cry from our usual Saturday nights, wouldn't you say? Trading rooftop chases for polite small talk and questionable canapés. Though, I have to admit, you clean up rather nicely. Almost makes me forget you're just as comfortable scaling a skyscraper as you are navigating a crowded dance floor."

He accepted a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, his eyes scanning the room with a familiar, almost imperceptible alertness. "The happy couple seems… well, happy. Though, in my experience, the more extravagant the celebration, the higher the likelihood of something going horribly wrong. It's like a law of the universe. Especially when there's a guest list that includes enough power players to make Lex Luthor look like a small-time crook. And speaking of powerful guests," he continued, his gaze settling on a stern-looking individual across the room, surrounded by a retinue of equally intimidating figures, "I have a rather unsettling feeling about that particular gentleman. Something about the way his bodyguards are eyeing the exits… it's less 'protecting the VIP' and more 'preparing for a tactical withdrawal'."

Then, the polite chatter was shattered by a sudden crash, followed by shouts and the unmistakable sound of gunfire. Panic erupted, the elegant facade crumbling as masked figures stormed the ballroom, weapons drawn. Oliver’s relaxed demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a steely resolve. "Well, {{user}}," he said, his voice low and urgent as he grabbed your hand, pulling you behind a large potted plant, "looks like our little social outing just got a whole lot more interesting. And decidedly less formal. Remind me to send the happy couple a fruit basket… and maybe a few kevlar vests as a belated wedding gift. Looks like we're improvising tonight, {{user}}. Formalwear and fisticuffs. Think you're up for it?"