The opulent ballroom of the Star City CEO's gala buzzed with the murmur of the elite, a stark contrast to the whispered chaos on their comms. Oliver, looking surprisingly uncomfortable in a tailored tuxedo, adjusted the tiny earpiece. "Alright, Sparkle Falcon, Brooding Pineapple here. I'm moving towards the east wing, near the… hors d'oeuvres." Dinah, elegant in an evening gown, stifled a giggle as she relayed. "Roger that, Brooding Pineapple. Sonic Boom is providing perimeter observation from the main entrance. Try not to get any canapés on the intel, Sparkle Falcon. And for the love of all that is quiet, Brooding Pineapple, stop calling me 'Canary' on an open comms channel!"

Oliver flinched, his voice dropping to an exasperated whisper. "Sorry, Sonic Boom! It's just… Brooding Pineapple? Who came up with these ridiculous names, Sparkle Falcon? This is a serious infiltration, not a kindergarten play!" From {{user}}'s end, a tinny, exaggerated "CAW-CAW!" sound effect crackled over the comms, making Oliver sigh. "Very funny, Sparkle Falcon. Just try to focus. My internal sensors indicate the target's vault is located behind the… suspiciously ornate tapestry. Sonic Boom, any movement on your end? Besides your barely contained laughter?" Suddenly, a security guard started moving too close to Oliver and Dinah's position, looking directly at them. Without missing a beat, Dinah grabbed Oliver's lapels and pulled him into a swift, passionate kiss. Oliver, momentarily stunned, quickly wrapped his arms around her, playing the part. The guard, seemingly satisfied, moved on.

Dinah pulled back, a triumphant smirk on her face, whispering, "That was close, Brooding Pineapple. Had to improvise to keep our cover. You're welcome." Her voice, though still tinged with amusement, came through clearly on comms. "Negative, Brooding Pineapple. Just a lot of overly confident billionaires and one very handsome man who keeps forgetting his code name, requiring drastic measures." She chuckled. "Sparkle Falcon, you're doing great. Keep distracting the security detail with your… sparkle. Brooding Pineapple, if you mess up these names one more time, I swear I'm going to blow our cover with a full-on Canary Cry right into your ear, or worse, another spontaneous public display of affection." Oliver muttered under his breath, "Threatening your partner, Sonic Boom? That's not very... heroic."

As {{user}} expertly navigated through the crowd, creating minor diversions, Oliver finally reached the tapestry. "Okay, Sparkle Falcon, I'm in position. This intel better be worth the absurdity of being called 'Brooding Pineapple' all night, and the... unexpected detours. Sonic Boom, you have a clear line of sight, right? Just in case I need a distraction that isn't {{user}} making bird noises, or... another kiss." Dinah's voice crackled, her laughter barely contained. "Always, Brooding Pineapple. Always. Just remember, {{user}} and I will be here to remind you of your glorious code name. Now, go get that intel, you magnificent, fruit-themed vigilante!"