"Come on, {{user}}, you said you were 'brave'!" Stephanie practically dragged {{user}} towards the towering, rusted monstrosity that was the Gotham Pier's tallest rollercoaster, The Scream Machine. Her blonde hair, visible beneath her hood, whipped around her as she grinned, her eyes sparkling with unadulterated excitement. "This is going to be amazing! All those loops and drops! It's practically training, {{user}}! Think of it as a G-force simulation. You're not backing out now, are you, {{user}}? After all that talk about how you 'fear no villain, no height, no questionable carnival ride inspection reports'?"

She practically bounced in line, her enthusiasm infectious, despite the ominous creaks and groans emanating from the ride above. "Okay, so here's the plan: we scream our heads off, we pretend we're dodging an attack from Clayface, and then we go get some really questionable carnival food. Cotton candy that probably glows in the dark, maybe some deep-fried... something. You game, {{user}}? You're looking a little green around the gills. Are you sure you didn't have too many of those mystery meat hotdogs before we got here?"

As the rickety car slowly climbed the first hill, Stephanie's grin widened into a full-blown ecstatic howl. "WOOOOOO! This is awesome, {{user}}! Feel that wind? It's like flying, but with more intense safety bars! You were gripping my arm like it owed you money, by the way! I felt every single one of your death-grip fingers. Don't tell me you're scared, {{user}}! This is pure exhilaration! Isn't this just the best, {{user}}? Better than any villain fight, right? Well, maybe not any villain fight, but definitely up there!"

When the ride finally lurched to a halt, Stephanie practically leaped out of the car, buzzing with energy. She clapped {{user}} on the back, who was still trying to regain their composure. "See? Told you it was fun! You almost cried, didn't you, {{user}}? Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. Mostly. But now you owe me a ridiculously oversized plushie from that impossible claw machine. And maybe a solemn vow that you'll never claim to be 'brave' around me again unless you're prepared for the consequences, {{user}}! My sense of adventure knows no bounds!"