#Batless

[coloredsnowo]

oh brucie

[chronicbatfictioner]

I'm dying, please help, I just found your "Exchanges and Compromises" but it's chapter 13, and I need the 1st cuz now I'm hooked, please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please, PRETTY PLEASE give a link with thr first chapter?? Or is it on another platform or something that'll give it to me? I'm so so so so so sorry if this is trouble, I'm just dying from not knowing the beginning and ending☹️🥺🙏

Hi dear anon! I’m sorry for not linking my fics to my AO3 - I forgot! Anyway, here’s the link to AO3:

Exchanges and Compromises (44892 words) by outlawserenade Chapters: 27/27 Fandom: Batman - Fandom, Nightwing (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Red Robin (Comics), Robin (Comics), Detective Comics (Comics), Green Arrow (Comics), Birds of Prey (Comic), Catwoman (Comics), Batgirl (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson/Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd/Tim Drake, Dinah Drake/Oliver Queen, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Damian Wayne, Selina Kyle, Dinah Drake, Oliver Queen, Helena Bertinelli, Lucius Fox, Jim Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Bane (DCU), Thomas Elliot, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne Additional Tags: will add villains in the tag as they come, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, New 52, will add characters' hero alias as they come too, if I tag now it'll spoil the whole thing, maybe I'll tag once everything's been posted, Or not, just see how my mood goes, Jaytim - Freeform, definitely JayTim, dickbabs, 'cause it's my jam, Stray!Tim Drake, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Tim Drake is Catlad | Stray, Dick Grayson is a Talon, Talon!Dick Grayson, Damian is Damian Series: Part 1 of Batless Summary:

A single change brought by the unlikeliest person brought a change to an entire universe.

=A fated night, 20 years ago - so everybody thought and believed. A fated night that brought Dr Thomas and Mrs Martha Wayne, along with their 10-year-old son, Bruce, to the Cinema at Park Row to watch an old movie rerun. A fated night in which Dr Wayne had forgotten his wallet at the concession stand, and the concession attendant had chased him as they got out of the theater to head back home.=

You will need an AO3 account, I think (also I prefer, since I don’t have the headspace to deal with bots >.<).

Happy reading! <3333

[gnzma]

[ i mean he Did beat up two former skulls before kicking them out post-the-whole-aether-bullshit but to be fair one tried to take his place and egged him on and the other tried to kill another grunt and ripped off his bat's wing so- ]

[kneelingshadowsalome]

i love your works and your toxic könig so much 😭 for some reason in my head könig was always like a puppy in love even outside of aus but i like to imagine him like this sometimes.

basically if he feels abandoned bc you were busy with something else (literally taking a shower for like 10 minutes or not looking at him while he was talking) he will start crying and needs you to kiss him a bunch of times and tell him he's your favourite boy baby husband man boyfriend sweetheart for like an hour lol. he literally can't stand it if he can't touch you or talk to you for long periods of time (let's say the reader is a civilian and könig often has missions he has to leave for). he literally goes insane and keeps rereading those screenshots of loving messages from you he has an entire folder on his phone for, literally he convinced himself that you've already left him for someone else and is now going to be crying himself to sleep.

when he does return he's literally scared, so it feels like you attached him to yourself physically and that's why he never leaves your side. always holding hands, könig always being there even if your have to move around the house a lot or do the most mundane tasks even if he himself has chores or things he needs to do. kind of creepy bc he's just silent but feels like he'll die if you disappear from his line of sight for more than two seconds.

even aside from that listening to you talk fondly of someone, anyone really: a friend (if he lets you have them), a random cashier (if he wasn't there with you to talk to them instead of you), a relative (if he even allows you to talk to your family) he's so!!! like hurt and upset and goes quiet for long periods of time.

like eyes red from crying, nose stuffed and he's like "i'm fine nothing is wrong" then goes back to crying somewhere more private.

and this kind of behaviour makes sex kind of uncomfortable Sometimes. he often needs you to repeat that you're his, only his, you can't look away from him, you HAVE to be holding his hand when he fucks you but somehow it's a 50/50 when it comes to power dynamics.

either he manhandles you and shows you that he's the only man, the only person you could ever need or love and that he won't ever let you leave him; or he's completely subby, like "please hold my face and kiss me while you're riding me for as long as you want, i'm only yours and i wanna show that" kind of way.

i am insane basically thank you for coming to my ted talk.

This was one of the best Ted talks I've ever been to! I loved every word, every second of it!! 🥳🥹 My god, I want more... I need me some encore now.

I love subby König, holy Christ. And tbh... what's beneath the toxic, crazy killing machine König is someone who is horribly, and I mean HORRIBLY love-deprived and touch-starved and super duper insecure. Which means there's bound to be some subby behavior leaking through toxic König too!

König would so need to have you on his sights at all times. And when he's working, it's annoying because... he loves his work but now he's just thinking about you. What are you doing at this very moment..? Have you talked to someone today? A friend, a colleague, a family member? A stranger??

Do you sleep ok without him (because he doesn't, he just tosses and turns in his bunk/cot/the ground all night when you're not there), and why haven't you sent a text today? He's gonna call you as soon as he gets somewhere more private.

The longer the mission lasts, the more sullen and broody he gets. After a few days, he kills his enemies with a thousand yard stare only because they're basically what's between him and his squeeze.

And yes he has to touch you like a thousand times a day or just watch your every move when he finally gets home. If you're in the bathroom too long he comes to knock on the door and ask if everything's alright (you ran there to have a moment's peace from this big cuddly behemoth who looks at you with that creepy batless obsessive stare... frankly it's disturbing)

And oh my god stop – holding hands during sex? Oh my god. Imagine him bordering on being rough (because he's *missed* you goddammit 👿) while wanting to entwine your fingers together✨️. Toxic König is a huge romantic, even if the "romantic" things he does are a bit... questionable. And he wouldn't shut up during the first round after he got home!

"Say that you missed me,"

"Tell me you're mine... Say it. Now,"

"You're always teasing me,"

would be some of the things he'd say during pounding you to his heart's content. (And you wouldn't even know how you've "teased" him this time... Like... He's the one who left for a week long mission...? 🤨)

After sex he would be so much gentler, but no less demanding and whiny. He needs so much validation and gets odd and grumpy if you don't give him some. If you'd try to domme him though, he would become even more unbearable (being a sub is this man's secret fantasy but he doesn't even know it himself).

[ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey]

April 7: Jump

Day 7 of @hinnymicrofic

She used to jump whenever he walked into a room.

Ginny remembers the frantic skitter of her heart, pumping blood into her cheeks so that she could feel the heat emanating from them like a flame. Red, and stammering, and twelve. 

She doesn’t, anymore. She’s older now, better at hiding the skips of her heart with a grin and some banter. She’s gotten so good at it that she fools herself into thinking she’s as impervious to his presence as she pretends. 

They’re at a point now where she’s certain Harry considers her a friend in her own right. A good one, even. And when she pulled back the layer of liking him through the lens of an embarrassing childhood crush, she uncovered that she just liked him, as a person. He’s funny, in a dry, acerbic kind of way that catches her off guard sometimes. He’s reserved but surprisingly kind when opportunities present themselves to be. And of all the people she banters with, he’s secretly her favorite. 

There’s no room now for skittering hearts and glowing cheeks. She values their friendship, has very nearly convinced herself she’s content with it. 

But then. But then.

It’s Christmas Eve. The smell of roast lamb and cocoa lingers in the air. She saunters in from the den, where her brothers are still laughing uproariously at something Fred had said, and Harry’s at the counter pouring himself some more cocoa. He smiles at her when she enters. 

“Oi! You’d better have left some for me.”

He levels her a flat look. “Course I did. I like my bogeys batless, thanks.”

There it is again, the liking him. “I reserve that hex for the likes of Zacharias Smith. You’re welcome.”

“Good to know where I stand.”

They laugh. Her heart skitters at the sound, but her hands are still as she pours herself some cocoa, well-practiced in her performance of impenetrability. 

She reaches for the milk and brushes against him. 

It’s small. No elbows in butter dishes or dropped mugs. But nonetheless she notices, and the realization burns hot and sweet like cocoa on her tongue.

He jumped. 

[antrunner]

The babygirl polls have been an absolutely magnificent trainwreck and I for one cannot wait for the batless poll(s)

No more popularity votes, time to give the people what they want

NO MORE BATS, THESE HEROES ARE GONNA DUKE IT OUT IN THE BBG RING FAIR AND SQUARE

[tonysaintborgi]

I'm curious, when and how did Good FREAKEN Evening People start? And do you schedule it or do you go and reblog it twice everyday?

I've seen it on the daily every day for years but never thought to ask!

couldn't tell you when or how it started honestly. however, i follow uwu-tang-clan so I've been seeing the bat for years. and originally i only rb'd it when i saw it y'know. but then one day, for whatever reason, she didn't reblog it. and i went... hey, where's the funny bat? i want my funny bat!! and i went and rb'd it myself. then the second batless day came. and the third. (idk i assume she was busy that week) and every night I went I want my funny bat! and i realized. maybe if i love Good FREAKEN evening people! so much, maybe i gotta commit to the bit and share it like every freaken evening y'know? but by that point i had multiple people telling me how much they also love Good FREAKEN evening people! and i always find myself wondering like Wow Okay Maybe I'm Beating A Dead Horse Here but every time everyone's like "NO WE LOVE Good FREAKEN evening people! WE LOVE HIM SO MUCH" so like that's how i learned to stop worrying and love the bat

but also mobile has this super cool "post tomorrow" option that schedules a post 24 hours later. this makes it A THOUSAND TIMES EASIER because i usually open tumblr at some point between 4-7pm, and I'll just go and schedule the posts for the next day with that option. I don't know if i could have actually committed to the bit if it wasn't for that post tomorrow thing lol

[cleromancy]

IF he has a bat on his chest, then the muzzle. if he's batless, the full face helmet.

I need some opinions bc I can go back and forth on this subject but -

Reblog with your reasoning if you have it.

Or you can just pick what looks the coolest.

[oceanstriology]

Bats

Batty batty batty

Just caught a Betty

Seems a bit nerdy

She heard of me

Green purple

Life hustle

It's a hoax

Her titties are toast

She looks like she saw a ghost

Let's find what's on her purse

Betty that wont please batty

Betty needs a daddy

Bats are women not pests?

Bats have some side quests

Bus, car, train, plaine,heli, song of Adele

Clock is ticking

One more thing the goom is mimicking.

[coloredsnowo]

I feel like on a lot of social media platforms, fanart seems to be one of the more showcased transformative works. I wanted to do something special that anyone in the fandom could get into. So I was thinking that fanartists and fanfic writers could pair up and make works together. If any fanfic author wants to write something about my brucie wayne au lmk and I can make the cover art. If this gets any form of traction I can organize it and itll be for me 1k follower special. just throwing a bone out :)

[chronicbatfictioner]

Exchanges and Compromises - Chapter 24

Chapter 24

"I kinda wished this isn't... a charade." Jason remarked idly. "I mean the restaurant is nice and all..." And so was Jason, Tim thought. While he was still torn between maybe bitchslapping Barbara and Dinah for coming up with this idea, he sure as all hell didn't regret it. Or the sight. Jason was wearing a simple maroon shirt and black vest embroidered in silver. Tim himself ended up in a fitted light blue printed button-up that made him feel positively small next to Jason.

"It's not." Tim promptly corrected him. "I mean, okay. It's not a charade. Not entirely, at least. I'd have... you know, asked. For real. I just... there's a mission at hand and all..." And Tim knew he would have, too. If only to get himself fully and completely alone with Jason.

Ironically, the restaurant Barbara picked for them was a major meeting place for mafioso and just about half of the 'upper class' criminals of Gotham. It helped that Helena, with her ties to the mafia families, was able to secure them a place - not even the city's Mayor or the Waynes would be able to get a place without a vouch from either out of the four families: Falcone, Maroni, Galante, or Bertinelli - yes, Helena's family. They were the known heads of the East End, and they have made a pact that this place would forever remain sacred ground: no businesses shall be spoken of in here, ever.

It did make a perfect place for a date-slash-briefing meeting between Tim and Jason, though.

At Tim's comment, Jason glared at him suspiciously, and then let out an uneasy laughter. "Sure, Timmers. Just let me know when you can actually walk away from 'missions' and available for a real date."

Tim's brain must have crashed, because he could literally feel it rebooting. "Uh, yeah. Hi, where were we?" he spluttered when his brain was finally operating again and he noticed Jason's glare at him.

"You were telling me that there are hints that Bruce is indeed a fake and the real one is being held in Europe - hence Dr and Mrs Wayne's kind of über-prolonged holiday at the Wayne family Chalet in Switzerland." Jason told him. "Our agents told me that they're virtually free to walk around, and they have a housekeeper named Peyton Riley there."

"How's your agent prowl around unseen?" Tim asked curiously. But Jason just smirked at him.

"League-ways, Tim, do you really want to know?" he teased. "But I don't think the chalet itself would have any kind of detainment area... it's practically a hut - three bedrooms, one kitchen-slash-dining room, one living room. I think if Superman's gonna see through it with his x-ray vision set at level one, he'll literally see through the whole nine yards all the way to the mountain behind it..."

"What about the mountain behind it, though?" Tim asked. "There could be like, caves and stuff there where..." he swallowed. "...either you could detain someone or..."

"...hide a dead body, yeah I know. I've told my people to search all over the town, including the mountains, and they haven't reported back to me yet." Jason finished for him. "If you have other venues you'd like to search on, let me know."

Tim nodded, thinking how convenient it has been for them to have the League of Assassins at their disposal. First and foremost, while Barbara was able to place her agent - i.e. Dr Leslie Thompkins - at the conference that was attended by Dr Wayne, she was not available to be a permanent sentry of sort, as Dr Thompkins has her own work back in Gotham. So when Jason said that the driver that Dr Thompkins initially used, and whose services was continue to the Waynes, was a League agent; they all jumped at the chance to find out further. Or rather, Tim insisted that Barbara should accept Jason's offer and utilize the League - they were working the same goal, after all.

What Tim thought of as 'further' initially included having the driver tail the Waynes, maybe, for a few days. But Jason's plan - Tim and Barbara both have to admit - was million times better. The Waynes were residing in a chalet just a little way out of town. Said chalet would have had its supplies - i.e. pantry ingredients, cleaning supplies - sent in from the nearest town. Said town has League of Assassin agents in it. Why shouldn't they be utilized?

Hence they discovered that Dr and Mrs Wayne has hired someone not local, Peyton Riley, to be their housekeeper. A little unusual, but since the family would originally had Alfred, the little town kept quiet. Quietly grumbling, that is. And the Birds of Prey discovered just how gossipy a little town could get, courtesy of just-as-gossipy League of Assassin members.

"Thus far, I'm okay with them keeping an eye from a distance. We'll need to determine who this Peyton Riley is, and find out who she serves, for real. I mean, she arrived there only a day after the Waynes, so she was like, probably, a sentry." Tim said, his mind only half working as he watched Jason swirling the brandy in his goblet. Tim's own glass consist of grape juice. Unfermented, thanks. He was a minor, after all, even if the maitre'd would not care so much and just cared of the platinum card Tim has. Jason just didn't care that he, too, technically was still a not-legal drinker.

A question nagged on the back of Tim's mind. "Hey Jason?"

"Yeah?"

"Ever wonder what you'd be, like if Talia didn't get you?"

Jason took a sip from the goblet, and set it slowly on the table. "Every single day." he said. "My best-case scenario would be I end up dead before my 15th birthday. My worst case scenario would be that I ended up dead before my 15th birthday as somebody's slave."

"Cheerful," Tim smirked.

"You?"

Tim shrugged. "Same thing, only died by my own hand, probably." He looked straight into Jason's eyes as he said it. There was no quiz, fear, or disgust in those teal eyes. Tim inwardly smirked for himself, thinking how Dick was right that Jason's eyes were actually teal instead of blue or green. The restaurant's dim lighting made Jason's eyes looked more green, at present.

"I saw the scars." Jason said. "We at the League have many kids like you, ones who thought they had no purpose in life and should simply succumb to the voices in their mind. Maybe if Barbara hadn't found you, we would." he smiled softly. "Wonder what it'll be like..."

"Probably somewhere between the League taking over the world right now, or me taking over the League - heinous violence excluded, thanks." Tim replied. "And it was Selina who found me first, by the way. I just..." Tim blinked, realizing something profound.

That night when Selina had found him lurking in the shadows, trying to catch a photo of the cat-burglar that had been terrorizing the place of the man who had killed his parents, Tim had had a purpose. The purpose was to get rid of the burglar so he could go in to the man's place and get what he needed. But when he saw how Catwoman had moved, he had an epiphany. Instead of getting her arrested, he talked to her. He'd gotten her to agree to help him.

Selina did it on her own afterward - she demanded a lot from Tim. Demanded that he should go see a shrink and get help for his... ways. The shrink, a Dr Harleen Quinzel, helped a lot. Helped Tim to realize that he was an addict. That his addiction to the adrenaline was the cause of his self-harming ways, whereas the addiction itself was caused by the adrenaline. The excitement he felt when he did something dangerous and get away with it.

Barbara had somehow sensed it without seeing Dr Quinzel's records, or spoke too much to Selina. Tim knew that Selina would never have revealed anything of Tim's past to anyone. Yet Barbara knew just when to get Tim's adrenaline to spike, and how - usually without anything sharp or hard or bullet get in the way. Barbara kind of made it her life's purpose to throw puzzles at Tim that, when he solved them, would bring the adrenaline forth.

He snapped out of his reverie when Jason snapped his fingers in front of his face, "Earth to Tim, you there?" Jason called.

"yeah, sorry... I was just... thinking of what would've happened to me if... things had been different. I'd--" Tim smiled ruefully. "I need a few more flowers for Mother's Day, I think."

Jason's smile mirrored Tim. "Yeah, I hear you. Although I do have a scenario where it had been me picked up by Selina instead of you... Wasn't fun, either." he grinned. "We'd probably end up as the nastiest team of thieves, ever, screw heroics."

"Right? I'd thought of that, too!" Tim chuckled. "Well, anyway. It's getting late. Not that I want the night to end..."

"So far, neither Dick or Damian has reported one of them being dead and/or prefer to be after a Disney marathon I knew Dick was planing to do tonight..." Jason laughed. "But yeah, the paparazzis outside are getting restless. Think we should get them their time's worth?"

"Erg." Tim groaned and facepalmed. "Sorry about that... I thought they'd be more interested on that... whatzer-name Hollywood starlet over there..."

"She's left, there were a few flashes, and that was it. Think she might be related to any of the Dons?" Jason smirked slyly.

"I suppose she would be... I think she's Irish, though."

"Ooh, inter-family union, mayhaps?"

"Didn't know you gossip."

"Tim, buddy, if you hear half the gossips the League would share around, your toes would curl." Jason told him earnestly. "No one is saved! Not even the Head or..." Jason paused as the Maitre'd brought them their bill. Tim had to laugh as he reached over for the bill, the mental image of Ra's being gossiped with somebody was too funny.

"You missed him, too." He said after he returned the bill.

Jason lifted a shoulder. "He taught me a lot. Of course I missed him, too." he replied. "It's the only thing I can do to honor both of them, keeping Damian safe once and for all. And... if this doesn't work - if Damian can't deal with his... father--" he paused as they both got up. "--then there will be contingency plans to run. For the record: I hate each and every one of them."

"Would they include like, something liquid and red and should've been inside a living being's body?" Tim tested, a few steps from his car.

Jason's smile at him was probably worth the price of the photos the paparazzis didn't hesitate to snap. It filled Tim's tabloid cliché quota for the whole year of 'soft', 'gentle', and 'loving'.

"You got me good, Timbers," Jason replied and giving him the finger guns.

Make that _two years worth of cliché_, Tim thought as he entered the car. Taken without context, the paparazzis would have a field day guessing the context of Jason's comment. "Oh man," Tim muttered as he started the car. "Tomorrow's tabloid headlines are gonna be wild..."

"Tomorrow?" Barbara's voice chimed in, and Tim could hear the laugh in her voice. "Buddy, tonight's social media frenzy is gonna be wild. I'm giving some popular social medias some ten minutes to crash."

"Sorry," Tim told Jason.

"I'm not. Thanks for the bookings, Babs," Jason replied. "Good time was had, Tim. It's nice to relax after this... good long while."

If Jason knew how his comment would be such a jinx, he probably wouldn't say it. The ride back home was quiet, interspersed with light commentaries from Barbara while she monitored a lot of the social medias. MugTome crashed after twelve minutes, RapidPic crashed in twenty. A lot of tabloid websites crashed after less than ten minutes of them posting the photo of Tim and Jason.

They had just turned the corner of Bristol road, when Jason tensed. "Choppers." he said. "Silent choppers. Oracle!" he growled.

"Releasing drones right now." Barbara replied.

"Floor it, Tim!" he ordered.

"I am!" Tim snapped back. He knew he was flooring it, speeding up the car the very instant he, too, heard the quiet rumble of helicopter rotors.

"You guys..." Barbara warned, just as they entered Wayne Manor's driveway. "Get out of th--"

Barbara's warning was cut off by a loud explosion. The car rocked and skidded to a halt, and the airbag exploded just in time on both sides - effectively shielding the two of them from bullets coming their way. Tim heard the bullets bouncing and skidding off the windshield and thanking high heavens that he'd not opted for a convertible. Also thanking his paranoia that led him to reinforce his car with bulletproof everything - even the airbag.

He didn't have time to think when Jason grabbed him by the cuff just as the airbags started to deflate. He heard Jason growled, "Duck," and Jason's side of the door got kicked out. Somebody- something - crashed onto it, and Jason must have grabbed that somebody's gun or otherwise was pretty good in hiding an automatic rifle in his person. He started shooting - the sound was too close and consistent to be coming from those who were speeding past his car.

"Oracle!" Tim called amidst the shooting.

"Dammit, Cat! I can't see a thing on your side!" Barbara replied. "The manor is on fire! And someone is shooting from the-- by God that's Alfred!"

"Jason!" Tim called, resetting his car's security features so that he could restart the car. "Get in!"

"Go!" Jason ordered, and as soon as Tim saw one of his arms holding on to the car, he floored the gas. "Just keep going and don't look!" Jason continued.

They must have been playing the world's meanest chicken game with motorcycle riders, because Tim could feel the crashes on his car; but not see them as the remnant of the airbag covered the lower side of the windshield and he partially hiding under the dashboard. He was definitely driving by memory, toward the Manor. And skidded to a stop right in front of its steps, looking at the burning manor in horror.

[frostybearpaws]

batless mccrashguire: maybe we can compromise with finding a B-plus, AB is not as common as—*picky mcfangsface’s eyes light up*

the other vampires (tm): *starts carving stakes*

Blood+ is better than Blood-C, I’ll die on this hill

[wnq-writers]

You’re an unlearned lesson I have yet to let go.

batless 

[nadja-my-darling]

In an hour or two there should be a new episode. Except it is over. And I am listless, aimless, batless—

[ikabolt]

Is it Batfury? Batless? or Vengeance?

[portectorisms-a]

     | @devoutscreams continued from here.

Hazelnut gaze watches the book rise from his fingers as if someone had just simply whisked it away with their own hands, rising high above his head, gaze never leaving it's solid form before it lands, open in the palm of them an before him. He'll admit, it was rather impressive considering he'd never seen such a trick in his entire life. No one harbored such skills upon the Ark and if they did, they surely kept it to themselves, which would have been silly, as that would have been a thing to let one of the so called criminals get away with the crimes they had been caught committing. Still, he let's a sigh leave instead of a laugh and he lets his gaze shift from the book, making note to return for it at al a later time, back to the man who now stood batless in front of him. The subject before was doctors. Hot ones at that and he thinks back to Abby and how she was so willing to risk the lives of so many others just for her daughter. For Kane. The taste became sour in his mouth at the thought. She had changed after the six years she had spent in the bunker with his sister, left eating the cubes of her friends and patients, along with those of the grounders that failed in the pit in Octavia's eyes. He felt a shiver of regret at the thought and a part of him wondered, would Abby have been on the side of those murdering others or would she have chosen the one he had? The side to fight to survive like he had done every single day since his birth? Would she have laid down her license like she seemed to have done ages ago on the Ark or would she have upheld the values of the promise she had made? "Depends on what's causing that thrilling tremor to pass through my body, *Doc*." Bellamy replies easily, fear still kept the hairs on the back of his neck rose but he's danced with the devil long enough to know how to play a game like this. A killer? He had looked one in the eyes plenty of times but Ji-Woon was different than the others. Like Frank. There had been humanity left inside of him. "Why don't figure out what's causing those tremors first then you can touch my body to find out my vitals." Lips curl at the corners, a smirk dancing upward there.

"Never." Bellamy replies seriously just then. Something in his gaze shifts from the flirtatious tone of the previous subject to something more...serious. Darker, but it's only there for a flash of a moment, nothing visible for someone who wasn't watching just his gaze and only his gaze. After all, Bellamy had mastered the art of not showing a certain side of him. He couldn't, for Octavia's sake growing up, he couldn't let others know he had a secret sibling hiding under the floorboard of his flat or in a closet near the kitchen part of their living space. He draws a breath at Ji-Woon's touch, letting it shutter a little half way though. A notion that allows the other to know he's interested in where this would be going to night. Always keep your options open, after all. Bellamy let's a small smirk dance over worn features just then. Frank was interesting to spend time with. Someone he could shoot the shit with, as he had once heard Joey say in passing, but Ji-Woon? Admittedly, Bellamy had never met someone quite like the eccentric man walking, no, stalking around him like he was. No one had ever done this dance before. A strange tango Bellamy was stuck racking his memories to know if he had seen it before or talked of such notions. The Grounders had different methods of warfare than what he had read about in books, but they still fell under a similar category, as did those in the Mountain and those on Sanctum, but this? He was left in awe. Left in wonder. "If you sing for me, then I'll do something in return for you. Consider it an exchange of gifts." Bellamy offers easily, keeping his spine straight and his gaze always shifting with the other as he moves to sit on the desk, eyebrow raising as legs spread slightly and the finger is rested to Bellamy's chin, causing him to raise it without realization. "It's genuine. No one on the Ark had the trade of a musician unless it was to play the instruments and even then, only the privileged..." A pause, the last word leaving his lips with a tone of venom caked to it's edges. "Got to watch those concerts. I used to steal recordings to play for my sister and before that, my mother used to hum a song for me."