Dick was exploring the manor, there was an elevator that he could use to go to the upper levels of the manor, but it was mostly bedrooms, leaving the downstairs to be the majority of the living area. The library had more books than he had ever scene in his life, but considering he only owned a few books in his life, it was not saying much. Some of the books weren't even in English, it made the young boy wonder wonder if Bruce, Thomas, or even Alfred knew another language, but right now Bruce was in the library and Dick did not want to bother him.

The former acrobat rolled into a room, it was rather large, with hardwood floors, with the only exception was under the piano, but the room's set up was very intimate. There were two large windows with drapes that reached the floor, they were gold in color, with a subtle scrolling stitched into it. In front of each window was two red velvet low back chairs, each with short a round table between them. The marble fireplace to Dick's right, and judging by how clean it was, it hadn't been used in a long time. In front of the fire place was two winged back armchairs that matched the ones under the window, a dark wooden small oval shaped table was between them, with a crystal vase with live flowers in it. Across from the fireplace on the other side of the space was a shinny black grand piano. The seat, that matched was pushed out of the way under the piano.

Dick reached forward and pressed a key, and the note played, then he lifted his finger and pressed another, and then another. He knew he was not playing anything great, he never saw a piano like this before and he was curious about the large instrument.

Bruce was sitting on the floor of the library with his back against one of the many book cases, his left leg was bent while his right leg was out straight. On his right was a stack of six books, in his hand he held on old book that was written entirely in French, this book was an assignment to him from Alfred to read, he had read it before in English, but now that he was fluent in French the butler turned tutor wanted him to compare the English version to the original French.

He flipped the page, and when he did, he he could hear a piano key being hit, the teen stopped reading. It had been a long time since the piano had been played, yet it was still perfectly in tune. Another note was hit. Bruce dropped the book and stood up. He felt his heart racing, he didn't know why, it was just piano keys being played.

Bruce quickly made his way to the all to familiar room that held the piano, just like the piano this particular room had not been used in just as long. When he got closer the room he saw Dick in front of the piano tapping random keys. Bruce stayed hidden as he watched Dick play.

The teen was able to identify each key as Dick hit them; middle C, D, Middle C, B, A, A, B. He could tell it was random and the younger boy playing around with the piano.

"Do you play?" Bruce asked slowly entering the room, causing the younger boy to become startled.

Dick's hand to crash down on the keyboard as the younger boy turned his head to look, "Bruce! You're so quiet…"

Bruce smiled a little, "it's all the Robin training. I'm sorry I startled you. Do you play?" The teen repeats his original question.

"No, never got a chance. I can play the harmonica a little, do you play?" Dick turned the question back on him.

Bruce hesitated before he answered the question, he should have known that Dick would have turned the question back around on him, "Yes, I can." he sighed slightly walking closer to the piano. He was tempted to lie to Dick about knowing, but it wasn't the boy's fault he quit the instrument. Bruce ran his finger on the edge of the piano looking at the over two hundred high-carbon steel piano strings.

Dick rolled back so that the other boy could take a seat at the instrument. Bruce pulled the seat out, he had to raise the seat up, as it was down too low, never moved from the last time he played.

Bruce closed his eyes, his hands hovered above the keys for a few moments, then he took deep breath and brought his finger down onto the smooth keys and started to play. It was as if no time had passes since last playing, his fingers still remembered every key, his once racing heart calmed. To the teen it felt like just the piano and himself.

The music was beautiful, and nothing like Dick ever heard before, never would he had though the son of Batman was a talented musician.

Thomas looked at his golden watch on his left wrist, he needed to leave soon to make his meeting at Wayne Enterprise. His hand was on the door nob, he was about to turn the nob, he stopped when he heard the unmistakable sound of Bruce playing the piano. Thomas removed his hand from the door nob and stepped away from the entryway and headed to where Bruce was playing the piano.

When the billionaire arrive closer to the hallway where the room was off he was meet by Alfred. The two men looked into the room to see Bruce sitting at the piano, both men felt a sense of melancholy as the watch him play.

"I never thought I would hear him play after Martha died," Thomas looked at his son playing Beethoven's Fur Elise. The billionaire closed his eyes, he could almost see his wife sitting by the piano watching Bruce play. How she loved hearing her only child play, it meant the world to her.

"I have missed the music in the manor. I always have enjoyed hearing Master Bruce play, and it is nice to hear his play once again." Alfred mused.

No more words were spoken by either man as they continued to listen to the sound that and alluded the manor for the past three years.

There was a moment of silence that followed the last note, before Dick broke it by giving Bruce quick clap. "Wow! You play really good!"

"Thanks," Bruce smiled, "it's been so long" he whispered the last part, "Do you want to learn?" the teen tried to stop himself, but the words left his mouth, what was he thinking?

"Uh…okay…" Dick nodded, "I'll try."

"Come, on join me," Bruce patted the spot on the bench to his left.

Dick rolled closer to the bench and transferred himself to the bench and slide a little closer to Bruce.

"There are multiple scales on the keyboard, so technically we can play this any where on the keyboard, but we will stay here in the middle. Since this is your first time I will show you can easy five finger song, but we can play together, you can play these two keys," Bruce pointed out a pair of keys and Dick held and index finger over each. "Use your right index and middle finger," Bruce explained. The younger boy nodded and did as he was told while Bruce got his left hand into place. "Ready?"

Thomas and Alfred listened in as Bruce gave Dick a little piano lesson. The younger boy was only assigned two keys, and as Bruce played the remaining three keys he instructed Dick when to strike his. As the younger boy got used to the repeating song he didn't need as much prompting as they continued. A small crossed the younger boy's face, one even crossed Bruce's as well.

Thomas felt a smile cross his own face, that was the first time he had seen Dick smile since arriving here at the manor, and the first natural smile he had seen from Bruce in a long time.

Both men made sure to slip away before either boy noticed they were being watched.

"That was fun!" Dick smiled wider, his blue eyes light up.

"We can do it again, it will be fun teaching you." The teen smiled, but then sighed as he thought of the memories attached to playing the piano, "learning the piano is one of my earliest memories I have of my mother. She taught me my beginner skills, then my parents hired a piano teacher for me. My mom would have me perform at parties all the time…she was always so happy to show off my skills." Bruce sniffled a little and cleared his throat.

Hearing Bruce bring up this memory with his mother caused Dick to share one of his own. "Being on the trapeze with my parents is one my earliest memories. I was on the trapeze when I was really young, with my dad, I was holding on and he was holding me with one hand. My mom came in and yelled at my dad to get me down from there, so he held onto me tightly with both arms and let go. I laughed the whole time and we landed in the net. I don't remember it all very well, but my mom and dad told me this story so many times…I remember the feeling of being up there with my dad, and laughing."

Bruce ruffled up Dick's hair, "Stop!" Dick laughed as he tried to push Bruce way, but the teen pulled the former acrobat into a playful head lock and messed the boy's hair up even more. "No fair! You're Robin!"

Bruce laughed and let Dick go, "Let's go, Alfred is waiting for us. Time for school."

Thomas pulled up to the tallest building in all of Gotham. Wayne Tower, was the the home of Wayne Enterprise, one of the largest producers of technology in the country, and possibly the world.

Thomas accepted his fate of running a multi billion dollar corporation long ago, but it never stopped him from becoming a doctor, a discussion his father did not approve of, but in the end the billionaire doctor was able to prove he could do both, and now he was even Batman on top of it.

Although since the death of his wife, and starting his quest to become the protector of Gotham in form of Batman. He found himself staking a step back as both a freelance doctor and the CEO of Wayne Enterprise. For the latter he entrusted the business in the hands of the man who had helped him out greatly since taking over for this father. This man was Lucius Fox, he was average height with hardly any there black hair and dark skin, with chocolate brown eyes. He was dressed in a white button down down shirt, with black pants, suspenders, and a bow tie, he wore no suit coat.

The CEO meet Lucius in his office. The room was small and filled the filling cabinets, and there were paper covering the large desk, the man was after all in charge of the research and development department.

"Hello Lucius, how are you today?" Thomas greeted.

"I am well," the man stood up from his place at his desk and meet his boss. The two exchanged hand shakes. "How is the boy you've taken in, Richard is it?" both men had spoken much since the Waynes took the boy in, but the conversations never got personal.

"Dick is doing as well as can be expected, though we do have a slight problem. Well, not so much a problem, but a situation I was not expecting to deal with until later. Once we were more prepared."

"I see sir, let us go to the development floor." Lucius nodded understanding that Thomas was not here for official Enterprise business.

He lead the way to the main development floor level and then behind and then to an door that require key card access, only two keycards worked on this door and they were both standing at the door. Thomas and Lucius went down to the sub level of the development floor.

"I've had some new things to show you any ways," Lucius walked over to the large desk that was filled with parts, bat shaped items, and even more blue prints.

Thomas sighed, "Dick knows, I was hoping to tell him after everything was ready. We need to find away to install a lift for him so he can get down into the cave without being carried down the stairs." expanding on his cryptic explanation he spoke before.

"Oh that's no problem," Lucius nodded going over to the computer to pull up the schematics to the Bat Cave. "We should put a barrier up on the top landing, for safely measures. I will start on a system right away. There is nothing temporary was can do because it's too far down for a ramp." He was talking more to himself than Thomas at this point.

"I understand, I just don't want him to be excluded, now that he knows. I know he already having trouble adjusting to his new life."

"I am not surprised, but he is lucky to have Bruce and yourself to aid him. Now, if I remember correctly there are a couple of steps down, now that will be easy to install a small ramp. Perhaps I can stop by later today or tomorrow to see if in person, as it has been a long time since I have been down there for a final assessment." Lucius closed the blueprint that was on his computer screen and turned around.

"We can go now if you are free, the boys are studying with Alfred."

"First I have some new toys to show you," Lucius smiled and held up a bat shaped weapon.

Bruce and Dick entered the kitchen. The table had two stack of books, there was such a difference between the two. One stack stack was college level course work, while the other elementary level. The only similarities the two stations shared were notebooks and pencils.

Bruce took his seat and opened the red folder that left for him by Alfred and started to look over his assignment for the day, it was a simple one, but learning came easy to Bruce, so much so his parents pulled him from Gotham Academy when he was about Dick's age because he was getting bored in class, and by being home schooled his lessons were tailored to his talent level and kept him engaged. Now at fifteen Bruce was already working on college level course work, and working to complete a degree.

Knowing Bruce could work on his own without much help, Alfred turned his focus to his new student. "Master Richard, could you tell me what your schooling was like?"

"It wasn't anything formal" Dick shrugged, "my parents taught me the basics…they did their best…" Dick lowered his head as if embarrassed.

Alfred could easily read the boy's body language. "I have no doubt in my mind, that your parents did the best they could. There is no need to worry Master Richard. We all learn at our pace, never degrade yourself, young sir. I am sure you know more than you give yourself credit for, do not fret if you do not know something, we shall teach you."

"Thank you," Dick gave Alfred a weak smile.

Alfred handed Dick a paper, and then gave the boy some space to work on the questions. Dick picked the pencil up in his left hand and started to answer the questions, they started off simple and progressively got harder.

The older man was intrigued by the way Dick worked on the assignment, rather than skipping a question he would ask how to obtain the answer to the question. If it was a math problem, he would ask how to get answer, if it was a history question he wanted to know more. The young boy really had sold his intelligence short, with more lessons, combined with boy's thirst for knowledge, the boy could prove to rival Bruce.

Thomas and Lucius entered the house through the front door because most of the work that needed to be done was to the entrance of the lair, and it would be easier to start from the top and go down.

When the two men found Bruce and Dick at the kitchen table they were playing chess. Bruce had an intense look on his face, with his arms folded across his chest, while looking down at the bored. Dick on the other hand was sitting across from him trying to holding back the smile on his face.

Bruce was trying to weigh his options on his next move, both ended with Dick winning. How did this even happen!? Dick was loosing most of the time, and then all of sudden in one move he turned his luck around.

"Tick, tock," Dick teased lightly knowing that in a formal game of chess moves were timed.

"I know! I don't want to lose again…" Bruce said annoyed and crossing and re-crossing his arms.

"Oh come now Master Bruce, no need to pout you are fifteen," Alfred gave a slight smile, it was very seldom Bruce lost a game of chess even to his father.

Bruce sighed and made his move, Dick then made his soundly beating the teen.

"You play well," Bruce reached his hand over to shake Dick's hand.

"Thanks," Dick smiled.

"I bet no one could beat you at the circus."

"Haven't lost a game since I was six," Dick smiled proudly.

"Congratulations Dick, I think Bruce found a worthy chess opponent." Thomas spoke alerting the boys to his presence.

Dick rolled his chair back so that he could pivot and face his guardian. "This was—" he stopped talking when he saw Lucius behind Thomas.

"Dick, this our family friend Lucius Fox," Thomas introduced the man to his ward.

The young boy rolled over to the men, "nice to meet you," Dick accepted Lucius's outstretched hand.

"And you as well, Dick," the man smiled gently.

"Hello, Mr. Fox," Bruce joined the others.

"It is good to see you Bruce," Lucius shook Bruce's hand.

"Dick, Lucius is here to help design a lift to get you down into the Bat Cave." Thomas explained.

"Really?" Dick smiled as the men headed down the hall to Thomas's office.

"Of course, I did promise you that we would make it possible for you to gain access down into the lair. We want you to be part of our team, I just wanted the lair to be ready first. Now, we will need to make sure you have the proper turn around space." Thomas rubbed Dick's shoulder as he walked beside the boy.

"Dad, how will Dick turn the clock hands to get down?" Bruce asked as they got closer

"Huh?" Dick asked confused.

"The entrance to the Bat Cave, is behind the grandfather clock, as you know, this clock does not work. To open the door we turn the hands to 10:47, the time of Martha's death." Thomas explained.

Silence hung in the air, Dick didn't know how to reply.

In the end it was Lucius who broke the silence, "it appears that the entrance should be just wide enough for Dick's wheelchair," he walked through the entrance, "I will want to put a barrier up here, just incase. Dick, can you come over here please?"

Bruce looked over at Dick who was bitting his lip, something the teen noticed the younger boy did when he was nervous. "I'll go in first," Bruce offered stepping into the concealed entrance.

Dick slowly rolled in behind Bruce, he looked around the space. He had only seen the space for a short time, Robin and him only made it half way down the long staircase before they were meet by Batman.

"I think it will be easiest to put the lift straight across from the entrance," Luscious noted looked around, "Thomas I am going to need to go down and look around."

Thomas nodded, "Bruce, Dick, you two can head back into the manor we will be back later."

"Come on Dick, another best of three?"

Dick looked up at Bruce and smiled, "I'll only need two."

"Be good for Alfred boys, I am going out, and remember no going down into the Cave." Thomas specially looked at Bruce knowing that in order for Dick to go down into the Cave the older boy would have to carry the younger boy down. Thomas then left then room leaving the two boys.

"Yes, sir," Bruce said half heartily, with a heavy sigh.

Dick nodded signifying he heard Thomas. "You're not going?" Dick turned to Bruce.

"Not today," Bruce smiled weakly not wanting to reveal the real reason he was grounded as Robin. "It's probably going to be boring anyway."

"How can it be boring? You get to fly! The wind in your hair, feeling like a bird!" Dick spread his arms out and smiled. "Ain't nothing boring about that!" Dick sighed, "I'm going to miss it…" he bit his lip.

Bruce looked the former acrobat with pity. "You never know, perhaps one day you will fly again. My father said there is a chance—"

The younger boy sighed, "it's okay…I just need to find something new…I guess…something exciting…"

"We will find you find something, maybe once we get the elevator you can help us in the Bat Cave."

"Do what? Bruce…I can't do anything."

"You're smart, maybe you can help Alfred when he looks at the security cameras, research, tell us where the villains are, be another set of eyes. You show good strategy skills, that's very helpful when planning a mission."

"You mean like computer stuff?"

"Yeah, for a smart kid like you it will be easy for you to learn." Bruce leaned back in the chair. "We are going to need a code name for you."

"Code name for me?" Dick raised and eyebrow.

"Of course your part of the team now, we call Alfred, Agent A." Robin explained.

"Why did you pick Robin?" Dick asked trying to think of a name.

"I was inspired by Robin Hood. He was always helped people, and that's what my dad and myself are setting out to do. I always liked that book growing up too, it made sense to borrow the name."

Dick nodded still trying to rack his brain, "maybe a bird name…my mom always said I flew like a bird…I know I won't fly again…but…ya know…it could be a way of remembering."

"I understand," Bruce nodded thinking of a name. "Blue Bird? you have blue eyes."

Dick shrugged, "maybe, it doesn't have that ring to it. I know it's not meant too strike fear like Batman and Robin…I don't know…" the boy shrugged again.

"I think I have the perfect name for you! Superman told me this story about two high power spirits or Gods from Krypton, their names were Nightwing and Flamebird. If I remember correctly, their story is like phenix, death and rebirth. Like you know, part of you ended, but now you are being reborn."

"Nightwing," Dick smiled, "I like it."

"Welcome to the team, Nightwing!" Bruce declared.

A/N: What do you think of Bruce's musical talent? Anything you want to see? I would love to hear from you!

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