Dick Grayson had heard the piano every night since the day he arrived. It came from the study, the one place he wasn't allowed to go.
It was unnerving at first, because whoever was playing the piano only played old songs that kind of made the manor feel bigger, creepier, and more lonely, but eventually he began to associate the piano with the times Bruce would comfort him when he didn't want to go to sleep; when he was afraid of his dreams.
It always felt wrong when he woke up from a nightmare to silence, and he could never get back to sleep. Somehow, for some reason, that haunting music always made him drift off.
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The Ghost Of Wayne Manor
FanfictionBruce Wayne is missing, and Wayne Manor is empty. It's the perfect place for a tired young ghost to settle down and earn the qualifications for his haunting permit. Unfortunately, he didn't account for the groundskeeper, and now he has to spend ten...
