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Bruce had the idea of the person he wanted to be, he knew he was on the right path, but something happened and it took him off the path, something like Jeremiah. He felt different, he wasn't the same person after meeting the engineer. Bruce was always good at hiding his dark side, at fighting it. But with Jeremiah, he felt tired of fighting, he just wanted to let go. He didn't know who he was anymore. He distanced himself from the person that Alfred, Selina, Jim thought he was, he didn't know how to get back, and he didn't even want to get back.
From who I love
Jeremiah was gone, he told him they would rise together, from the ashes of Gotham. For a few minutes Bruce allowed himself to believe that he and Jeremiah built the generator together, that they were on the same side, but it wasn't true. He and Jeremiah were never meant to be together, they would never function as a couple, and Bruce knows this, he's sure, but... That doesn't stop Bruce from imagining what it would be like to wake up next to Jeremiah, what it would be like to have breakfast with him. He would probably bring it to Bruce in bed, how he would wash Bruce's hair in the bath, how good it would be if Bruce felt it inside him, how the view of Gotham would be destroyed. It hurt Bruce, that distance, it hurt more than anything, being away from Jeremiah was like being without his heart. Jeremiah and Bruce shared a very strong bond, Bruce was not sure if he would break even with death. On the one hand, it was relieving to know that he and Jeremiah were far away from each other, so Bruce had fewer murderous desires. On the other hand, Bruce knew he was fooling himself.
From who I want to be
He was supposed to be Gotham's dark gentleman. Bruce hallucinated with him once. Bruce was sure he should become Batman. He had thought about it, but lately his thoughts had been corrupted. Batman wasn't being as good in Bruce's dreams anymore. He knew he should feel guilty about it, but Bruce couldn't find it in himself to feel this guilt. It seemed that Jeremiah had relieved him of all the guilt he could feel, it was just thinking or remembering the man that Bruce knew he would never be judged.
So far from all our dreams
Before, they discussed dreams for the future, what they wanted to do, they even made plans about living together. Even with the little time together, Bruce was sure he couldn't live a life without Jeremiah in it. They'd have a cat. Christmas would be celebrated like before his parents died. They'd wear costumes on Halloween. They'd always be together, no matter what.
From what love means
Bruce was sure he loved Jeremiah, but the problem was, Bruce had learned that love meant something else entirely. Love wasn't about obsession, or death, blood, destruction. But again, what did people know about love? Bruce felt a different kind of love with Jeremiah, and he wouldn't change that for anything.
From you here next to me
Bruce would wake up cold. He had only started sleeping with Jeremiah a few weeks before the revelation, but even so, after Jeremiah was gone, Bruce always woke up cold, as if something was missing, as if his body recognized that his heart was too far away to keep him warm.
So far from seeing home
Bruce had no more hopes, for the future he should be or his past self. They were completely different people from who Bruce was now, but he was also hopeless that he could have someday. The universe was never in his favor. No matter how hard he tried, Bruce thought he was fated to a life of suffering. He would never see the house that he and Jeremiah dreamed of building.
I stand out here alone
Bruce visited the library that he and Jeremiah used to go to. It was quiet, nobody to disturb them, like Jeremiah's labyrinth. He visited the restaurant they always used to go to, he retraced all the way they went when they decided to go for a walk over the stars. Sometimes Bruce saw Jeremiah's ghost beside him. It hurt because Bruce was alone.
Am I asking for too much?
The universe never liked Bruce. The only thing he asked was that he could be with Jeremiah again. But the people that Bruce loved, they kept making him a version of him that was lost in time a long time ago.
So far from being free
Bruce wondered if he would ever be free to be with Jeremiah, the love they always talked about. The love Bruce felt for Alfred, Selina, and Jim was suffocating Bruce. The love they said didn't exist, the love he felt for Jeremiah, made him feel more free than he ever was, made him feel loved because he was himself. It made him feel accepted.
Of the past that's haunting me
He woke up scared one more time, crying. Dreams always started with a memory of the past. He is Jeremiah having some conversation, or going somewhere, and then he ended up with Jeremiah dying in his arms. In a way, Bruce thinks he also died when old Jeremiah left.
The future I just can't touch
His future and Jeremiah, he could never reach it. The future as a hero of the city neither. He was different, he did not want to deny it anymore. Maybe he and Jeremiah could build a new future together. Bruce had a fight with Alfred, Selina, and Jim. He said he couldn't do it anymore, and he was sorry. He lied about that part. And then he went out to find Jeremiah.
And if you take my hand
"You took a long time." It seemed that Jeremiah was waiting for him. Bruce approaches Jeremiah's room that was in the church.
"I wanted to understand myself better, before law eyes on you again." Bruce looks at Jeremiah. He feels everything he felt before except guilt. He was free of guilt. Bruce took Jeremiah's hand. "Let's go home." Jeremiah opened a smile. His real smile.
"Let's go home, Bruce." Jeremiah passes an arm around Bruce's waist and they walk away from the church. Home.
Please pull me from the dark
Bruce still had nightmares, but this time Jeremiah was holding him. He was no longer alone. The cold was gone. Bruce's heart returned home.
And show me hope again
Bruce could imagine the future now, he and Jeremiah together, destroying Gotham, as they were doing now, and then reborn from the ashes. It was beautiful.
We'll run side by side
Bruce knew he shouldn't like it so much if he ran from Selina and Jim when they found them, but it was exciting, the adrenaline, both of them thinking they could catch up with him and Jeremiah. It was cute. It was also fun to let them find some safe houses so they could see the evidence that Bruce and Jeremiah loved each other, if they were a family. All the bed breakfasts, all the baths, all the late-night conversations, the stained sheets they left, the empty bottle of lubricant, the photos they left behind.
No secrets left to hide
He and Jeremiah were one person, no secrets were between them, they were free to be who they wanted to be, to show vulnerability. To love without fear and without limits, and to be loved the same way.
Sheltered from the pain
All the pain was gone, all the regret, all the guilt. Bruce was free. Free to love without fear. Jeremiah made him feel as if he could reach his own. And he would. With Jeremiah's help. Gotham fell and they rise.