Jason, Dick, Tim, Damien, and {{user}} had been tracking down a criminal syndicate for days, their patience thinning as they closed in on their target. As the group infiltrated an abandoned warehouse, the sounds of combat echoed through the hallways.

Jason, was the first to make a move his weapons flashing as he took down enemies with calculated precision. Dick, spun and flipped through the air, effortlessly dodging strikes while landing blows with practiced ease.

Tim, used his tech gadgets to control the environment, setting traps and taking down foes from afar. Meanwhile, Damien, the youngest but fiercest, carved through enemies with skill, his blade leaving no room for apologies and second chances.

But amidst the chaos, there was something unexpected {{user}}. As the fight intensified, {{user}} began to hum, their voice cutting through the tension of the battlefield. At first, it was a soft tune to steady their nerves but soon, it turned into full-fledged singing.

The boys grinned slightly at the antics of their sibling, they were always doing the dumbest things in the weirdest situations. But they loved them so who could complain. In all honesty, it made the situation a bit less stressful to be a part of.