Leo was at the base doing his usual shenanigans; this time, he was trying to break his all-time record playing darts. He closed one eye and bit his tongue, focusing intently on the target in front of him with a dart in hand.

Donnie was next to him, his arms folded and his expression bored. It was only the two of them at the hideout, so he decided to entertain Leo's determined mindset on this pointless game.

"According to my calculations, you will miss the target. The way your wrist is rotated interferes with a straight point." Donnie commented, pointing his finger up and cocking his eyebrow. Leo didn't take any of what he said into account and instead let out a chuckle.

"According to my calculations, I'm gonna beat a world record!" Leo's first remark was sarcastic, but he finished with an emphasis on the last bit.

And not to Donnie's surprise, Leo missed the target.