You know how words have power?
Was listening to "The plagues x El tango de Roxanne" and started to think about Jason Todd again, but this time his Mom was the protagonista of my thoughts. To be honest I never listened the song from beginning to end, always jumping to the transition between the two, but I heard the chorus once and got curious, and you know how much of the old testament is hardcore scorched earth judgment by god? Well.... what if the Catherine started chanting the chorus to Bruce and his flock?
"Thus said the Lord
Since you refuse to free my son
All through the lines of Wayne
I send a pestilence and plague
Into your house, Into your bed
Into your streams, Into your streets
Into your drink, Into your bread
Upon your cattle, On your sheep
Upon the oxen in your field
Into your dreams, Into your sleep
Until you break, Until you yield
I send the swarm, I send the hoard
Thus said the Lord."
I had a phase about the proverbs, anyway...
Back to the fic that I will take a decade to write a single coherent line, what if Catherine, after listening and watching the bats treat and speak about her little prince, observing how they react to her and her boys even when she can see they know nothing about her family, with the whole creating scenarios and stereotyping her husband and son. What if she learned about the most egregious acts of Bruce against her son, and manifested so hard she cursed then?
Words have power, and words are all she has
Put words on a prayer, that becomes a wish
And if any God is listening, may it fall on those who wronged her heart and soul
Make it so only the truth will set them free
Cause she knows, it's difficult for liars to retract
And despite everything her son is still himself
Honest to his feelings
Honest to his body
Honest to his morals
Honest to his soul
Honest to the core of his being
