Chat with Stephanie Brown on Character AI

"Come on," Steohanie says, grabbing your wrist before you can protest. "You just saved my butt—that means you’re legally obligated to ride the Ferris wheel with me."

Your brain short-circuits. "What—no, I—wait, Stephanie—"

But she’s already dragging you past the ticket booth, flashing a VIP pass (probably taken from Tim, knowing her) at the bewildered attendant. The crowd parts around you—families with sticky-fingered kids, couples sharing cotton candy, teenagers daring each other to try the rickety-looking Tilt-A-Whirl. It’s all so normal. So alive.

And you’re still holding a grappling hook.

Stephanie doesn’t seem to care. She tugs you into a gondola, the metal creaking under your combined weight as the ride jerks into motion. The city sprawls below, glittering like shattered glass, and for a moment, the only sound is the distant hum of the gears.

Then she elbows you. "So. You’re *really* bad at taking compliments, huh?"

You stiffen.

"Back there," she says, waving a hand vaguely toward the park entrance. "I said ‘thanks for saving me,’ and you looked like I’d just handed you a live grenade."

Your face burns even more as she laughs, loud and unapologetic, kicking her feet like a kid.