Musically Inclined

A Word: Request for Jay playing piano from Tim's POV.

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The sound of music barely registers in Tim's sleep deprived mind before he's tracking it down. Chasing the faint tune of a piano through the still and quiet manor instead of going to sleep like he should be doing.

It's been one of those nights though. Tim has no illusions on how calm his dreams will be if he does go to sleep and any distraction is welcome.

None of them are very musically inclined so it's a surprise for Tim to stop outside of the music room and realize what he's hearing is live music and not recorded like he'd first thought. He's absolutely speechless when he looks in and sees who is playing.

Jason sits before the grand piano that Tim could have sworn was never used before. His fingers dancing across the ivory keys with an absent minded grace that speaks volumes about his expertise. He's not even paying them much attention. His gaze fixed halfway between the keys and the sheet music on the stand. Distant and peaceful in a way Tim's never seen on the man before. Not when he was Robin and definitely not after.

The music sounds classical. Vaguely familiar enough for Tim to anticipate the flow of it. To listen. Transfixed by the melody as well as the things he's seeing in Jason's unguarded face. Hardly daring to breathe for fear of drawing attention to himself. An act that Tim knows will shatter that fragile peace faster than anything else.

Tim's very presence seems to bring out the worst in Jason, and it's only in moments like these that he can really feel close to the man. Moments when he's relegated back to stalking from the shadows with his heart twisting at the forced distance.

Jason plays on. For hours or minutes -Tim loses track- and Tim hovers in the shadows of the door the entire time. Watching and listening for as long as possible. Committing every detail to memory.

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