#and as such they’re both blind to how their respective coping methods in turn sabotage the other & if they were just emotionally vulnerable

[logicallyblind]

lying on my floor listening to ‘you can’t catch me now’ from ballad of songbirds and snakes on repeat trying to muster up the energy to write the jason & bruce inspired grief and narrative haunting central fic i plan on writing eventually

i mean look at the lyrics yall it’s perfect canon au atmospheric inspo for a dual switching pov

like bruce standing atop one of gotham’s crumbling buildings, perched on a gargoyle, snow and sleet hammering unforgivingly on his kevlar as he stares unblinkingly at Arkham’s foreboding walls- at the bars that cover the joker’s cell- contemplating.

‘There's snow fallin' over the city

You thought that it would wash away

The bitter taste of my fury

And all of the messes you made

Yeah, you think that you got away’

but then a series of flashes of different moments of jason make their way through his brain and he cannot bring himself to muddy jason’s his robin’s memory, he won’t allow his son’s existence to be drenched in any more blood, not the boy that was so full of sunshine and laughter and fierce protectiveness

‘… But I'm in the trees, I'm in the breeze

My footsteps on the ground

You'll see my face in every place

But you can't catch me now

Through wading grass, the months will pass

You'll feel it all around

I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere

But you can't catch me now

No, you can't catch me now’

and then the pov switches- and it’s jason, on his bike hurtling towards the flashing and wind battered city looming in the distance before him, chest warmed by the fire within him. It being endlessly fueled by the constant thrum of rage and betrayal and heartbreak and the aching need for the monster Joker to be far far in the depths of the earth forever where he will never hurt another robin, another child again

‘You can't, you can't catch me now

I'm comin' like a storm into your town

You can't, you can't catch me now

I'm higher than the hopes that you brought down

You can't, you can't catch me now’

there’s like, plot inbetween this point but there’s a pov switch again and it’s bruce and jason standing on opposite sides of a building, wind whipping around them accentuating the silence laid between them, rife with unspoken words and festering emotions, a clown’s corpse lying a few feet away from them- its blood spraying the wall behind it as well as the revolver held in the shaky hand of a 19 year old stood in front of the father who didn’t save him in the end- the same father that doesn’t recognise the ghost of the son that he remembers softly laying deep into the earth all those months ago..

‘… There's blood on the side of the mountain

It's turning a new shade of red

Yeah, sometimes the fire you founded

Don't burn the way you'd expect

Yeah, you thought that this was the end’