Short but sweet yeah?
"You were so happy…" Dick whispered as he stared down at his younger brother's sleeping form. "And you loved me."
He caressed the pale cheek with an oh so very light touch. As if he was afraid he would shatter. As if Tim would crumble into dust.
"But look at us. You barely even speak to me. Even while we… work." Dick bowed his head down. "But you'll smile again. You'll smile at me again. You'll never frown, and you'll never be sad. I promise you that."
Then slowly, he brought his head back up. Looking at the side of the bed, he made sure the sedatives were still dripping down. It wasn't even half empty, that bag.
Dick had plenty of time.
It didn't mean he was going to like it.
He left Tim's bedside for only a moment, but it was to fetch something important. And as he sat back down, with that something important in hand, a twinge of guilt ran through his heart.
"It's going to be okay. It won't hurt. We'll be just like we used to…" Dick trailed off, once again staring at his younger brother's pale face.
He held that something important up, watching as the needle shined and the thread hang. Dick closed his eyes for a brief moment. He had to mentally prepare himself.
"Even if I have to make you smile, you will smile again."
With a kiss to Tim's forehead, Dick went to work. And when Tim would wake up, he would be smiling at his big brother. He'll smile and smile and smile and smile and smile and he will cry tears of joy.
Dick promises his little brother that they'll be happy again. And wouldn't that just be wonderful?