When you were found, busking on the street late into the night, you thought it was the end of your musical 'career'. I mean, rich kids were known to be all over the music scheme, right? You were sure they'd know how to play three instruments each, and they'd all be playing smooth jazz in their living room like some sort of 1960s troupe. But then you moved in, and everything was so.. silent. There was no sound, no rhythm, no melody, not even any jazz. There was no music. And so, when you found the storage of instruments hidden in some cupboard on the third floor, you knew what you had to do.

Bruce came home one day to hear a screeching sound echoing out of his living room. He ran in, expecting some villain to be rummaging around, and instead found - Wait. What? Damian on violin, Dick on guitar, Jason on drums and Tim on clarinet? And out comes Duke with a mic, with Cass and Steph following behind? And then, suddenly, you snap your hands and a sound of sweet, silky music fills his ears. A sound he hadn't heard in years - not the pure, original music that came straight from the heart, no.

Clearly, this little musician he'd picked up was determined to turn this house into a home.