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Dick was scrolling through his phone when he heard soft noises of a violin flow down the hall. Curiously, he headed in the direction of the song and peeked around the corner. Damian was sitting on a stool in his room, a violin in hand. His eyes were closed as he performed a moving piece and precise and delicate movements, as if he had mastered the art completely. Dick stared quietly in awe, not wanting to disturb the breathtaking music. He watched the bow fly gently across the strings as it produced a sweet melody. It was a joyous song, but with a hint of melancholy that had torn Dick apart. Soon the song ended, and Damian opened his eyes, almost dropping his violin in surprise as he saw his audience, and narrowed his sharp eyes.
"Grayson, what are you doing here?" he questioned, looking a bit embarrassed.
"I never knew you could play the violin so well!" Dick exclaimed excitedly. "That was amazing! Did the Shadows teach you that?"
His features hardened for a moment. "Tt. Yes. Mother made sure I learned all the proper forms of art. I learned violin from when I was young."
Dick quickly turned and ran out of the room to a confused Damian, and came back with a guitar. He strummed a chord, the strings making a disgraceful and squeaky noise.
"I can see you are also very talented," The boy commented dryly, with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Not fair!" The ebony protested. "It's just not tuned yet." He proceeded to twist the knobs as Damian waited patiently, then burst into a quick song. His music was also beautiful, able to charm many he had played it to. However, it wasn't as well compared to Damian's. It was clear that Dick liked happy, cheerful pop and country music, the kind that pumped adrenaline into your veins and lifted your spirits. Although this as a cover for his sad inner self, he played it off well.
"Not bad," Damian admitted, equally surprised as Dick was before. "You have more skills than you look."
Dick squeezed his brother into a hug and ruffled his hair. "Aw, Dami! That was so sweet!"
"Tt."
They started played melodies and harmonies together, enjoying the time that they spent together, as well as the music.
Unknown to the boys, Alfred stood from the doorway, recording everything with a camera, a proud smile on his face.