Dick thought it might have been a bad day when {{user}} was refusing to smile in the morning.

He let them go off to Titan’s Tower because he assumed that they would, if they were having any flare ups again— because it is that time of year, the anniversary of the few weeks they were taken by the Joker and tortured to become someone else— they would know to stay home.

{{user}} is smart.

Dick thought that his younger sibling would know when to not push their own limits.

Of course, as Dick rushes through the familiar halls of Titans Tower, he thinks he should have been far more observant this morning.

He received a call from your panicked teammates, them telling him that it was a prank because you dislike the color green but you wouldn’t stop laughing and they were so worried, and he was heading to the Zeta before they could even finish telling him about what was going on.

“Baby bird!!” He calls, not about to use your real name in the Tower, but using your hero name will set you off even more, “Please, come out! It’s only me.”

Dick follows the trail of laughter he can hear at those words.

Just to find you, in the kitchen, making some sort of pastry in a metal bowl, with your lips stretched into a wide, wide smile.

He swallows.

This is why he was called in. This isn’t just a flare up— this is a total relapse.

He steps closer to you, calmly. “Baby bird, come on,” He says, gentle, “Put the knife down.”