"No," Jane shook her head slowly back and forth as she stared up at the tower in front of her. "There is no way you're getting me on that ride. No, it's not happening."
"Jane," Maura shot the two men an apologetic look as she ran a soothing hand along her girlfriend's arm, "it's perfectly safe. The straight vertical drop is well controlled, and it looks to be going only," she turned to watch a cart rush ground ward as she clearly calculated something in her mind, "approximately 45 miles per hour."
"Oh, yeah, that's perfectly safe." The detective rolled her eyes, crossing her arms in front of her. "Forget it, Maura. I am not riding a ride that is over 30 stories tall, has your legs dangling in the middle of the air just drops you. No."
"Uh-oh," Joe stage whispered to Jason, "Trouble in Lesbian Paradise."
"Maybe we should go find them a couple of sets of boxing gloves or something?" Jason gave a side glance to his partner, but his voice gave clear the challenge he was throwing out in his suggested meaning. "That's what they do, right? Box or Roller Debry or something?"
"I think so. I guess if you're hitting things or rolling over things," Joe said, a dare in his eyes, "you just don't get up the nerve to go on something like the Superman ride."
Jason nodded. "Ah, yes , very true."
"Hey!" Jane snapped, "I know what you two are doing, and you can stop it. It's not going to work. I'm not getting on that thing." She pointed up at the tower.
"Okay tiger," the honey brunette shifted onto the heels of her feet and crossed her arms. "We can either do this the easy way or the hard way."
Narrowing her eyes, Jane firmly replied, "No."
"Okay, fine," a smug expression crossed the doctor's face and she glanced over to the men, giving them a quick wink. "If you don't go on this ride with me, then I can think of a few things you won't be riding when we get back to the hotel room."
Both men let out sounds of amusement as Jane's face colored and her jaw dropped. "REALLY?"
"You know I can't lie, Jane." Maura raised an eyebrow as she waited. "Well?"
Giving a grunt of frustration, the lankier of the two women turned toward the line. "When I throw up, I hope it hits all of you," she growled as she stepped into line behind a couple of preteens who were excitedly waiting their turn.
Joe laughed, "Well played, Maura."
"Thank you. I have my moments," she answered as she slid into line behind Jane.
"Weird," Jason said, leaning against the chains that marked off the path for the waiting line, "I suddenly have a craving for whipped cream."
"Shut up," Jane shot back, hunching her shoulders and throwing the rest of the group a few dirty looks.
"Oh. My. God." Jane's eye grew large, and her face took on the expression of a young child who had just discovered they had received the present of their dreams. "It's Gotham City."
Joe nodded. "Pretty cool, huh? Batman and the gang hangout over by the Looney Tunes area, but the Batmobile, Gotham City Park, and the ice cream factory Mr. Freeze liked to frequent are all here."
"I… I love this place." The tall brunette looked around at the carnival style games, taking in the store fronts with signs like 'Gotham City Police' and 'Arkham Asylum'. Her smile widened.
"I didn't know you liked Batman," Maura's head tilted a little in consideration.
"Are you kidding me?" Jane's eyes swung back around to the shorter woman. "He's the ultimate detective, and he's got all these cool gadgets, and neat sidekicks, and he doesn't have to worry about stupid stuff like the IA, and he totally kicks ass. He's my own personal comic book hero. I wanted to be Batman when I grew up."
"Well, you are a detective," Jason said as he pointed to the back of the section to get them moving toward the Batmobile, Gotham Gardens, and the Batman rollercoaster, "So I guess you're half way there, right?"
"No," Jane said, a hint of mopiness in her voice, "if I ran around in latex and body armor while taking out bad guys, they'd just lock me up for finally losing it. Well, they'd lock me up after they took a bunch of pictures. The guys at work are a bunch of perverts." She shrugged. "But," she smirked, stopping in front of the Batmobile and slowing reaching out to touch it, a reverent expression on her face, "I do get to tell the punk asses that I collar when they ask me who I am," she pulled her hand back, a satisfied expression on her face, "I'm the god damned detective that's taking your ass in. I'm Detective Rizzoli." She shrugged, "Not as good as 'I'm the god damned Batman', but still."
Both men looked amused and somewhat impressed. "Nice," Jason said with a chuckle.
"I'd be scared," Joe nodded.
Maura was frowning. "I never knew you used such language when you were out in the field."
"You should hear what they say to me, sweetie. Trust me, that's tame." Jane reached out to pull the smaller woman into a hug. "Don't be mad."
"No, it's fine," the doctor said as she returned the hug. "Your job scares me sometimes."
"I know; it scares me, too. But," the detective pulled away, "hey, enough of that. We have a Batman to ride. Wait," she winced, "that came out wrong. I mean, we should ride Batman." Another wince. "No! Man! Okay, what I MEANT to say was…"
"Come on, tiger, before you choke on your foot," the honey brunette took Jane's hand and led her into line with the men following closely behind, chuckling along the way.