BATGIRL.

𝚍𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚛𝚙 + 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢

[blondebatt]

「 I think the apple's rotten right to the core! From all the things passed down from all the apples coming before. I split the apple down symmetrical lines.... 」

about guidelines

# BLONDEBATT ── low/sporadic activity. mutuals only. primarly pre-52 / batgirls (2022) based STEPHANIE BROWN (batgirl) from DC COMICS. This blog was established in JULY, 2024. loved by cinna.

[blondebatt]

you're here in europe to buy a husband. (Assigned gabby back story I'm so sorry)

some memes i'm cleaning out / closed !

"Huh!?" Is her very intelligent response. Batgirl isn't shocked, but she is a little shaken by the conclusion the younger girl had come to. She paces, barely side stepping the bags abandoned at her feet.

This had to be because of yesterday, and the guy they fought-- and the one she flirted with. BRIEFLY. She just knows it.

"I wouldn't ever-- I wouldn't buy a husband-- is that what it looks like to you? I can't be that desperate for a visa, here." Well, with the state of the U.S... No, not even funny in her mind. Stephanie clears her throat,

"I'm here to follow a lead."

[blondebatt]

"doing things in secret is a slippery slope."

some memes i'm cleaning out / closed !

It's a quiet night, which feels dangerous to the teenager who's flitting across rooftops in the mismatched workout gear, cape, and gadgetry she'd fitted. Spoiler turns, fists out, and ready to fight at the sound of the voice around her. Through the black mask, the teenager recognizes this figure.

"You've been tailing me all night." She accuses, trying not to cough at the heavy smoke of the lit cigarette in her hand. Spoiler grips onto the work she'd stolen, rolled away in a black bag she'd bought at the dollar store, even tighter to her chest.

"Why? Gonna narc?"

[blondebatt]

i guess it’s back to just you and me. that’s not so bad, right? - from Jean-Paul

some memes i'm cleaning out / closed !

Normally, Stephanie's all for the little quips that would lean itself to a comedic moment, and this is a prime example: it would be so easy to turn her head, and let that silence hang. But she's not really in the mood, considering the circumstance. Batgirl isn't looking at him, too busy staring off into the space where Black Bat had previously been hanging -- their arguments, as usual, brief and stinging.

Batgirl still felt the cruel words on her tongue, growing sour and bitter to the taste. Stephanie kicks some asphalt in the direction of a black shadow swooping off without her, and then to the man who'd been left in the middle of it all, and in civvies, of all things.

"No. Not bad at all." Her voice has an edge, but it's honest.

"You busy tonight?"

[perditos]

stephanie, in a very stephanie like fashion, says the stupidest of things when lack of control impulse meets exhaustion. this little 'crush' thing (candle, flame, burning desire, no biggie!) she's been harboring for cassandra has truly gotten out of control, because there is in no way that her friend should be as hot as she is, right now! with her sticky fingers from candy, and hair stuck to her forehead, body sweaty from what looked to be an exhausting night out in gotham, spread out on her sofa.

stephanie took a night off because work-life balance has to happen, to some degree, and if she doesn't finish this essay-- she's gonna tank her fall semester-- and maybe it's the sixth monster energy she's drained, and has her all keyed up, but watching cassandra inhale a pack of reeses, staring at her mouth, as the other girl licked at her lips and enjoyed the post-patrol treat, was truly driving her into a new plane of insanity. she could feel her shoulders hitching upwards, tense. her grip on her pencil tightened, staring openly. tension had been her friend for a while, now. honestly, it's a miracle cass hadn't called it out for what it was. so, right now, this left a choice, say something stupid and hope cass finds it funny, or maybe go punch a wall. obviously, the only two options. her mouth makes the decision before she can think it,

"that was my chocolate, you know. i think i'll have to kiss you for proper consolation."

... stephanie gives a saucy, dramatic wink, and it's so forced she thinks she might die. How cringe! No choice but to double down now, and hope they can both laugh it off as a joke. she tries to fight the urge to hide her face behind her book.

The ceiling fan churned in furious circles, a lone combatant against the oppressive heat wave that had befallen Gotham. A noble effort to circulate the sticky, humid air of the stuffy bedroom, which felt like a cauldron of boiling soup. If there was any consolation for Steph's struggling air conditioning unit then it was that everywhere was hot, sticky, and humid. Up high on rooftops and down on the streets; the whole city melting under a blanket of unseasonable warmth. Like Summer had arrived three weeks early and with a vengeance. Leaving a window open to coax in a breeze or fresh air was more a formality than a legitimate hope. Bruce had warned Cass before they went on patrol that night that heat made people restless and prone to stupid decisions, like robbing banks and murder. Cass theorized it was because it was too hot to be still and too hot to be agreeable. That was how she felt at least, all sweaty and sticky and just oozing heat as she draped over Steph's couch.

There was nothing better though, after a long and odious patrol in almost hundred degree weather, than crashing on a horizontal service and eating junk food. Luckily, Steph was in Study Mode for some essay, or something to do with school, and whenever Steph was in Study Mode her diet turned into absolute garbage. Energy drinks, candy, snacks, and all sorts of cheap, easily consumed junk food, usually bought at the convenience store down the street. Then, she stayed-up beyond a reasonable hour and attempted to do all her work at once. Cass once told Steph that she had listened to a podcast on psychology which perused some studies about study habits and had concluded that late night cram sessions were ineffective at improving learning outcomes but Steph had gotten mad at her. So, Cass hadn't brought it up again.

About ten minutes earlier, Cass had come into the apartment through the window. Steph had told Cass to leave the window open because at least she could pretend it was cooler outside than it was inside. Cass didn't break her hopeful bubble by telling her it wasn't. Instead, she had done as she was asked and went about pealing off her gear (and it was akin to pealing). She left her outer armor on the floor, slid out of her suit, and pulled on a pair of Steph's gym shorts that she had found in her dresser drawer. The shorts were soft and breathable, and uninterested in more clothes right now Cass didn't bother with a shirt. Just staying in her sports bra was hot enough. Once changed, Cass had taken her pick of Steph's assortment of snacks: a pack of Reese Peanut Butter Cups. In the uncomfortable heat of the bedroom the chocolate had turned into a melted soft goo that clung to her fingers and melded with the peanut butter into something that had to be slurped out of the black paper wrapper, instead of eaten. Which Cass did, with gusto and eagerness, and zero shame.

Steph cut a joke and Cass, chocolate smeared on her mouth and her fingertips, glanced at her. "that was my chocolate, you know," Steph warned and Cass licked at her fingers to clean off the chocolate. "I think I'll have to kiss you for proper consolation." Cass blinked, raised-up on one elbow and tongue darting out to wipe her sticky lips. Steph's tone was jovial, joking, but her body language was deeply nervous and slightly aroused, hopeful. Exactly like people who were flirting. Flirting, which was how people expressed interested while still maintaining plausible deniability. Steph was flirting with Cass.

Well, Cass really liked Steph. A lot, her best friend, who was cute and sexy, and got dimples when she smiled. And Steph wanted Cass to kiss her. So, Why not kiss her? Cass liked Steph; and obviously, Steph liked Cass. It made sense.

Cass wiped her hands on her shorts and stood. She crossed the room to Steph's desk, where she had her computer open to her essay, and several empty Monster cans laid out in an untidy row. Hand braced on the back of Steph's chair, Cass leaned forward, and kissed Steph. Light and brief, a brush of lips that tasted of candy and energy drinks; and Cass couldn't resist tasting more, deepening the kiss by surging forward. Everything was bright and sweet and warm and perfect. Pulse rushed, Cass pulled back, and smiled.

"See, even?" She teased.

[blondebatt]

you know that you’re the love of my life? and whatever comes after this.

cinna gets to write timsteph bc I said so / accepting

Most teenaged romances don't end up like this. In fact, she'd argue: most shouldn't. Even in the most normal of circumstances, high school sweethearts and hormonal flings were meant to be that. You grew out of them. You spend time apart, you learn yourself in ways you never could before, independently, and you make room in your life for something new.

Tim Drake isn't the same as he used to be. Neither is she... They've gone through this. They worked it out. They're friends, now. Batgirl and Red Robin swing in to save the day, and there's no lingering feelings in their mature brains and heart. Maybe fist bump or something. Call each other pal, and leave on their separate day-to-day lives.

Why Tim had to ruin this carefully constructed lie while both strapped to a bomb that both of them had desperately been trying to escape for the past eight minutes, to no avail, who freaking knew. The flames around them in the abandoned building made the sweat buckling under her suit almost enough to swim in it. Fire licked at her feet; if the bomb didn't explode first, they'd definitely be swallowed by the heat.

At least she was touching him. And his voice crackled under a broken modulator- it reminded her of when his voice first changed. Dear diary, she imagined writing-- probably in heaven, at this rate-- gone are the days of doodling robin in my notebooks, gone are the days of nasty fights that drove us apart: Tim has finally declared his ever-lasting torch for me. And we're literally about to get torched. How is this my life? This is the part where it finally hits her that this wasn't just a statement, there's an expectation of a response, here.

Stephanie swallows ash and fire in her lungs. Retrospectively, she'd like to lie and say that she wasn't crying, but come on. Why now? Why this way? At this cost? She's crying. And it's pretty gnarly, with the bruises and cuts on her face.

"You're gonna say that and not even have a ring on you?" She weakly jokes, and then lets down the entire wall. She sags, with defeat. Holds him tightly, prays it doesn't hurt as bad as it did the last time she died. Maybe an archeologist would find their bones holding hands or something. That's not how that works. Whatever.

"You're the love of my life, too." Forever, and ever. "Stupid. We can't even stupidly makeout in our suits, one last time."

[blondebatt]

ooc. 20+ asks in my inbox.... 😳

[blondebatt]

[ TWIRL ]: sender catches the receiver in their arms and spins them in a neat twirl just because they want to.

cinna gets to write timsteph bc i said so / accepting...

Tim was not a dancer, in fact, there's a two left feet joke out on the dance floor, but they've definitely left it out there in the massive floors of a ballroom. Here, on the balcony, there is not a lot of dancing. She's wearing a dress, this time-- though, she knows Tim's unlikely to care. It's a light, baby pink, with ruffles, and the way it spins and twirls makes her feel like royalty. Dancing like there's no tomorrow, there's a certain freedom in it.

The bubbling champagne was half empty in her hand, but she quickly abandons it for her target. Tim stood, leaning against the railing, eyes occasionally trailing out into the party, but preoccupied with a ladybug, and it's family on top of a potted plant. Stephanie's sure she'll be shown all the pictures, while cuddled up in bed, tonight.

He catches her eye, thankfully. Her speed picks up, and he takes a few steps forward to meet her in the middle. Strong, calloused hands, slip around her waist-- gripping tight as she's lifted up. Her own fingers slip around his neck, playing with the longer bits of his hair.

"Hey, you!" It's like the wind is kicked out of her throat, and her heart is pounding. That's never really left, not even after all these years. "Wanna get out of here?" Stephanie suggests, even as she's still recovering from the spins.

[perditos]

Cass bit into a rice krispie treat, teeth sinking into soft, crispy, marshmallow goodness that left a tacky, sticky sweetness on her lips and the flavor of dried rice on her tongue. It was not good for her but it was good. Rice Krispies, Pop Tarts, and other gas station snacks, bought for cheap with a couple crumpled dollar bills, were Cass' favorite quick meals when she had been on the run from Cain. Now, with Alfred preparing three square meals a day and all the money in the world to get all the food in the world, Cass enjoyed these treats for the flavor of nostalgia. They were never as good as she remembered but still good.

She had brought back to the sitting area a collection of snacks. A couple rice krispies, two slices of the pepperoni pizza that had been in TIm's fridge, and a handful of carrots, thrown in a bowl. Rice krispies, pizza, and carrots, a balanced diet. At least she was having some vegetables. But Cass was starving. Her kidnappers had not fed her and it'd been a while since she went so long without food. She knew that if she wasn't careful, that if she ate too much, too fast, it'd all come up anyway. So, she took her time, nibbling and sipping on water.

But her attention lingered on Steph, sitting on the couch across from her, curled-up. Making herself small. People wanted to be small when they did not feel like they had the right to take up space. When they were afraid that the splay of their own limbs was too much of a privilege and so they tucked-in. With her legs and arms wrapped around her center, Steph was protected. Her most vulnerable pieces: her heart, her gut, lungs, kept safe by the wrap of her arms and legs. And then she unwound, and the light turns on. Cass blinked, eyes adjusting to the sudden shift of light and took another bite out of her RIce Krispie treat.

Yep. Still good.

"You feel..." Cass started. Her eyes narrowed, head tilting to the side. She knew what Steph felt, saw it in every muscle of her body, but it was hard to know the word to describe it. What captured that emotion. "Not enough."

Cass finished off the Rice Krispie Treat.

"And that's frustrating," she surmised. Cass tapped her fingers against her thigh. "But tonight... I needed you, and you were there. That was enough."

[blondebatt]

It's a simple assertion. You feel not enough. How Cass managed to de-scramble that in a flurry of thoughts that stormed, thundered, roared with guilt and fury: Stephanie had no clue. It feels far too simple of a diagnosis, but too true to deny. This night was absolutely not about her own feelings. She feels that sharp stab of anger lead her to the grumble,

"This is what you wanna talk about? While you're still half-drugged and starved?"That's not nice, Stephanie. But she says it anyway. She's already given up trying to drag the other girl, to tug, pressed against her chest and hear for herself how safe her best friend was-- and just allows her hands to jaggedly tear through knots of her tangled blonde hair-- wringing and twisting through the ends as if the anxiety could be twirled into it.

"I know I was enough to take care of you. I can do that, I do it every day." Then why so defensive? So prickly? Why does it taste so vile on your tongue? Cass shouldn't have ever been in that situation. Of all vulnerabilities she'd experienced with the little hellion, the throat-gripping terror of losing her forever had her wrapped entirely up in a cape and cowl of act first, feel later. Cass saved her. Not the other way around. Another simple assertion, on her own part. Too simple to be completely true, but there is enough truth in history to show it.

Knock, knock. Later's here, babe! When did emotional competency come so difficult for her? "What did they do to you?" She has to know. Punish herself for not finishing the job, sooner. A lesson that had been beaten into her young bones: almost, but not quite up to expectation.

"You weren't lucid for hours."

[blondebatt]

@thetinkereroftoys asked: "HOLY HOCKEY STICKS! IT'S THE CURRENT BATGIRL! QUICKLY, MAKE SURE YOU GET THIS ON CAMERA!" Her voice is loud and demanding. But her fingers are quivering as she reaches for her backpack, dragging it to her stomach as she begins to rummage around. All the while, her little companion lets out a low buzzing noise. "E-Excuse me, Miss Batgirl! I'm such SUCH a fan of your mantle! I mean the mantle of Batgirl not the actual clothing article. Well that looks good on you too! But I mean, I love all Batgirls. Oh, but not just because of what that name stands for, I admire everyone for their own individual strengths too!" "I just. Wow, you're even more amazing up close!" She's falling quiet, standing there. Hand still in her backpack. After a good while, she suddenly jumps up. Having received a little shock from her toy companion. "RIGHT RIGHT! I'M AUTOGRAPH! I MEAN- TOYGAL WRITE! I MEAN! CAN I GET YOUR AUTOGRAPH, I'M TOYGAL!"

'the current batgirl.' Like that wasn't a curse in itself. What would happen when the mantle moved on? Or when she grew out of it? Stephanie isn't able to ponder these existential thoughts of the newest legacy claimed, and there's a piece of her that almost wishes it was like the old days, where she'd hide behind Spoiler; never looked up to. Never given a chance - always fighting for it.

She doesn't recognize this Toygal. And that could be an issue, considering the intense scrutiny Stephanie was receiving. What individual strengths did she carry? A jazzy personality and quick quips?

Her brain is exhausted. She just spent the past few hours handling a breakout in the county jail. Her body ached. Stephanie forces an answer to her lips,

"Yeah. I can do that…. autograph." There's a cadence that suggests she would make a light-hearted quip there, but her brain wouldn't rack anything to fruition. So it just hung awkwardly in the air. She winced.

"Do 'ya got something you want me to sign?"

[blondebatt]

[ HASTE ]: in urgent need of getting to safety as fast as possible, the sender scoops up the receiver and starts running because it's quicker and easier to just carry them than expect them to keep pace. / uwu don't mind me

REASONS TO CARRY SOMEONE. / accepting!

Her voice huffs, heaves, struggles to breathe under the half broken mask she wore in the burning building. "Yeah! You better get your sorry butt ove-- Wha--?!"

Stephanie is no stranger to the impromtu fireman's carry. And yet, she's taken by surprise as Lulu decides to full-on lose her mind, that she's not keeping pace, and obviously: carrying her and running for the hills is the best option. Sorry for having a broken foot, Nightingale. These things are a nasty fix! Batgirl clings to the other's neck, needing to regain balance after being heaved up.

"What happened to 'hello'!?" She insists, referencing the meme: "How are you?! My name is?!"

[blondebatt]

" i'm proud of you. "

send " i'm proud of you. " for receiver to react to yours in a moment of vulnerability. / accepting!

Stephanie doesn't really need to say anything about that. There could have been a period where she felt dependent on the near-impossible approval of her peers. But now? She sits here, and her eyes are welling up with tears, and she nods.

Yeah. She did pretty good, she thinks.

Stephanie ducks forward, pressing a quick little kiss to his cheek, and ruffling his hair.

[soulprompts]

REASONS TO CARRY SOMEONE. ( A PROMPT LIST! )

listen, i'm back home now, i'm thinking about things, and i saw the maxton hall gifset floating around and i was like. yk what. carrying people is elite content, and gdi y'all deserve elite content! as always, DO NOT ADD OR EDIT THIS LIST! and there's a lil spicy addition under the readmore, but i left it there just in case people prefer to have a not-so-spicy version.

[ SLUMBER ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver because they're so sound asleep that they won't easily wake up.

[ INTERCEPT ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver out of the room because they're angry and on the brink of engaging in a fight with someone.

[ ASSIST ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver away for medical attention because they've been injured and can't walk easily.

[ HELP ]: sender picks up and carries the badly wounded receiver as fast as possible to the nearest hospital or the nearest place to administer urgent first-aid.

[ ELATION ]: sender scoops up the receiver and carries them away after a mutual victory, or having just received very good news (or maybe they're both just very happy for some reason!)

[ HOME ]: sender picks up the receiver to carry them over the threshold of their new home.

[ AID ]: sender finds the receiver too weak to move, and scoops them up to carry them to get some help.

[ UP ]: sender finds the receiver and picks them up to carry them a distance after learning they're unable to get up.

[ BAREFOOT ]: the sender picks up the receiver and carries them inside because they're not wearing any shoes.

[ WEARY ]: sender notices the receiver about to fall asleep during a task, and picks them up to carry them to bed so that they can actually sleep properly for once.

[ TWIRL ]: sender catches the receiver in their arms and spins them in a neat twirl just because they want to.

[ HERO ]: sender notices the receiver about to fall from a height, and manages to intervene just in time, catching them before they get hurt.

[ FLASH ]: the sender and receiver are part of a photoshoot, and in order to finish the last of the photos, the sender scoops up the receiver in their arms for the final pose.

[ TRAIN ]: during a training session (for a fight or a performance, dealer's choice!) the sender ends up holding the receiver in their arms during their session together.

[ URGENCY ]: sender carries the receiver away from danger after the receiver is revealed to be unable to move, either due to panic or injury.

[ OUT ]: sender grabs the receiver and lifts them into their arms after noticing them swaying and beginning to lose consciousness.

[ SCREAM ]: sender spots the receiver in a terrified or considerably panicked state, and picks them up to carry them to a less terrifying place to calm down.

[ LAZY ]: sender concedes to receiver's requests for a piggy-back ride home because they don't want to walk anymore, and carries them the rest of the distance home.

[ CAREFUL ]: sender gently lifts the receiver out of their seat and carries them carefully to bed after noticing they fell asleep and not wanting to waken them.

[ HASTE ]: in urgent need of getting to safety as fast as possible, the sender scoops up the receiver and starts running because it's quicker and easier to just carry them than expect them to keep pace.

[ FURTHER ]: sender, during an increasingly passionate make-out session with the receiver, suddenly takes them in their arms and carries them towards the bedroom to continue their evening in private.

[casanovawrites]

rp sentence prompts from the society, season 1 — (part 1 of 2)

are we going to fight each other over food? that’s fucking crazy.

you can live wherever you want, just not with me.

we should get some food, before it’s all gone.

what if things don’t go back to the way they were?

it’s been ten days. i’m not the same person i was.

if there are things that need to be done, i want to do them.

there are no sides anymore.

we’re the same. you have to stick with your own.

i’m scared, and i have to take care of myself.

i live in your shadow, and now you suddenly want to disappear?

you know that you’re the love of my life? and whatever comes after this.

we should at least get a say in how this place runs.

if this is it, this is where i want to be. i mean not here, but with you. you’re where i want to be.

i was a different person before we fell in love.

thank you. for loving me. 

is this how you want to spend the time you have left? always looking over your shoulder?

you’re giving me a headache instead of having my back.

it’s good to be on your own sometimes.

i don’t like seeing people treat you badly. it gives me a weird feeling in my stomach.

i’ve never held anyone prisoner before. have you?

i’m not saying that i have, but if i ever pictured what a sleepover with you would be like, this isn’t how i thought it’d be.

when it comes down to it, you’re never gonna do what needs to be done.

i guess it’s back to just you and me. that’s not so bad, right?

wishing someone is dead isn’t a crime.

i know. i have a lot of decisions to make. i know.

are you scared of me?

you don’t care about me. you don’t.

i don’t know who i am in this place.

stop dismissing me like i’m nothing.

i just want one day where you and i can do the things we used to do together.

doing things in secret is a slippery slope.

you can’t punish people for who they are. for what they might do.

this is what happens to you when you get a little power.

people need to feel safe.

i’ve always wanted to marry you. whatever that means.

there are no do-overs on this one.

we had a choice. and you pushed me to do this job.

am i safe now? are we safe now that we can kill each other and get away with it?

it’s a horrible thing to die. or to live.

i killed someone today. 

i don’t want to see you, not now. not for a long time.

i’m in charge now. really in charge. and i want you out.

they’re my nightmares. and none of you can take them from me anymore.

six months ago, we were children.

we found a balance of doing what’s expected of us and finding happiness where we can.

we’re always one dumb move away from ruin.

i know you used to strut around like you own the place, but what exactly makes you think you’re so special now?

they’re putting up with it, maybe. but i doubt they’re happy.

what do they say when we can’t hear them? that’s what i’m afraid of.

things are about to get so much worse.

are we going home?

we just have to change the way we do things. we have a plan.

this is different. we know what to expect now. we’ll be prepared.

it’s going to get tougher. but what choice do we have?

we’re just gonna take it step by step. okay? solve each problem as it comes. i think we can do that if we stay positive.

am i an emergency?

some people are more than they seem to be.

what authority do i have to tell them to do that?

you want the authority? make them give it to you.

you’re asking them to pick sides. it’ll be us against them. that’s how it works.

now look who’s being an asshole.

i need to release some frustration, it turns out.

now i can wreck you.

you’re like the most gorgeous thing i’ve ever seen in my fucking life.

i don’t want to wait for anything.

keeping my fingers crossed that someone’s gonna come save us? i don’t want to wait.

don’t dismiss me. i’ve been dismissed by people my entire life. i’m done with that, and i’m not gonna take it from you.

she’s special. i want her to feel special.

she sees in me who i can be, not just the dude i think i am.

when someone sees you like that, you want them looking at you forever.

why are you learning sign language? are you planning on going deaf?

i like who i am in your eyes. i like how you see me.

i don’t want to skip anything when it comes to you. i want to do it the right way.

i don’t wanna see anyone. especially you.

you don’t have to be ashamed. i think we know each other pretty well. 

fuck people. fuck food. fuck everything.

i wanted to just lay in bed and never get out.

i had no choice. and honestly, neither do you. you have to get back up.

we’re trapped here. and we do only mundane things. making it from today to tomorrow, and tomorrow is not likely to be any different. that feels a lot like prison.

it’s not gonna make you feel any better. it’s not gonna make this suck any less. but it’s the rule. it’s how we survive.

here, every one of us matters. think about it. if we were to lose a single person in this room, we would all feel it tomorrow.

our lives have consequences. 

we can still love. 

i’m happy to be alive and to matter.

forced affection, family… it’s not really my thing.

[namormemes]

send " i'm proud of you. " for receiver to react to yours in a moment of vulnerability.

add " + reverse " to switch sender and receiver.

[rpmeme-dump]

Send "◉" to hear my muses honest thoughts on yours.

[crownmemes]

The Traitor in Our Midst Sentences, Vol. 2

(Sentences for traitors, moles, and other double agents - as well as those trying to find them. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Anyone can betray anyone. You should know that."

"Notice how I didn't need to lower myself to your level?"

"How did you know that?"

"I'm not going to take lectures on professionalism from you!"

"I'm a fool, but I'm not a rat."

"You don't lie to me. You're much too clever for that. You just hide."

"I understand you think I betrayed you, but I'm no longer the man you knew."

"I told you I can be convincing when I need to be!"

"It's called quid pro quo. You tell me something, I tell you something."

"There's something not quite right with you today, and I can't quite put my finger on it."

"These people trusted you and you betrayed them!"

"I want to make you an offer. Come and work for me and afterwards, when it's all over, I will look after you. Resettlement, new name, new identity - new life."

"I don't negotiate with traitors."

"For a man who loves to talk, you've gone awfully quiet."

"I sure wish I knew whose side you're on!"

"How do I know you're not bluffing?"

"Whatever you're thinking, it's not going to work. You're not going to get away with it."

"Since when did you have the right to spy on me?"

"Used a lot of names, haven't you? Makes a man wonder who you really are..."

"Why would I want to spy on him for you?"

"Who told you where to find me?"

"You just had to keep digging. You couldn't let it go, could you?"

"The government is hunting us! You are not appreciating the threat!"

"I don't want to be part of what you're planning."

"Who did you show the papers to?"

"People only betray their country for three reasons: revenge, money, and blackmail."