Alfred_Is_A_Badass said they wanted this as a chapter back in July on that chickenpox fic I did and I thought fuck it let's be nice...but not too nice ;)

EDIT: TW MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH

Dick was bored. Terribly bored. So bored that boredom wasn't even the right descriptor anymore. He needed something that was more than boredom. Superior boredom. Top tier boredom. He stared at the TV, not really paying attention to whatever was playing when an ad came on for the new lego sets. Now that wouldn't really catch his attention since he didn't feel strongly either way about them on an ordinary day but this ad had something that stuck out immediately. The Lego set was Batman themed. He was bored and what would make him not bored? Being annoying. So he got his wallet and laptop and made the first steps towards annoying the hell out of his previous mentor. 

Monday. Long and drawn out as ever. Bruce always found Mondays dragged longer if he had his eldest over on the weekends. He had so much energy to him so when that energy was gone, he missed it. He sighed to himself as he worked in his home office, something he began doing so he could quickly switch between Bruce and Batman. As he was typing in the password to his computer, he noticed something underneath his monitor. He raised an eyebrow since he didn't have anything so small on his desk let alone under his monitor. It would be too easily lost in his mountains of paperwork. He picked it up, hoping it wasn't some horrible surprise set up by Tim to get back at him for working so much or for not letting him go out on Friday because he didn't do his homework. Luckily it wasn't that. It was a small Lego figure of Batman. He stared at it in complete confusion. Why the hell was there a little Batman on his desk? Both his boys didn't play with Legos and he didn't remember buying such a thing. He shrugged to himself. Maybe one of them had found it and thought it may cheer him up. He moved it to a drawer and went back to work. 

On Wednesday, Bruce was training when he noticed something small and black on the floor near the bench. He stopped and squinted but he couldn't tell what it was so he had to get closer. "Something up?" Tim called, noticing his mentor walking towards the bench with a curious look. The older hummed and knelt down to pick up the bit of plastic. Another Batman figure. A different one to the one he'd seen upstairs in his office. He looked to Tim who seemed just as confused as he was to find it. "A Lego figure?" the younger said to himself.

"Indeed. The second one I found," he replied. 

"Weird."

"Are you putting them around?" Tim shook his head. "Hm. I'll ask Alfred about it." 

Little did Bruce know that he'd be finding random Batman Lego figures everywhere would become his new normal for years to come. Honestly, he didn't mind it that much. After a few months and no sign this was a villain's subtle hint that they knew his secret identity, he saw it as a mild inconvenience. That was until he saw the Superman Legos. He was sat at a gala when he just so happened to put his hand in his pocket. He noticed something hard in there and almost smiled at the prospect of seeing another little Batman. That almost smile became a never smile because it wasn't Batman. It was Superman. He glared at the small figure. Whoever was doing this was getting cheeky now. He shoved it back in his pocket and drank the rest of his champagne with a huff. "What's up B?" Dick asked, noticing his mentor's sour expression. 

"Nothing. Just something stupid."

"Stupid hm? Well, let's hope it doesn't happen again."

"Yep."

Then Dick got found out via chickenpox and everything ramped up to eleven. Superman, Wonder Woman, Flash, Robin and pretty much anyone Dick could get a Lego figure of were popping up anywhere and everywhere. Everyone loved it. You knew where Dick had been immediately from the little figure he put. You'd find one in cookie jars, underneath desks, sitting in chairs, in utility belts and he even went so far as leaving them in the vents. It became like a game to find them all and bring them back to the hero so he could hide them somewhere else. He let his siblings in on the practice but they had to swear they had no hand in the matter so everyone would still think it was him. That brought about the age of the League thinking he was somewhat possessed with how quick he was at rehiding the figures and how far they were from one another. Slowly it became a regular practice to give Dick at least one hero Lego figure on his birthday so he could have the newest versions possible. Damian, although he wouldn't admit it and would strike down anyone who spoke about it, carried a small Nightwing in his utility belt for luck or simply for company. It was nice to have him there in some way.

Bruce walked up to the sales counter with a few boxes of the newest superhero lego sets. It included one of Damian's Robin and Jon's Superboy. He always bought the hero sets as soon as they came out so he'd become a regular at the lego store. "Aren't you a little old to be playing with legos?" the cashier joked. She looked new since Bruce hadn't seen her before. He chuckled and shook his head. 

"They're not for me," he replied. "They're for my eldest. It's his birthday today and these came out right on time." The cashier smiled ran the sets through and bagged them up in a few swift motions. 

"You'll have to wish him a happy birthday from me," she said as she handed over the products. He smiled back at her but there was something.

"I'm afraid he won't hear it." She would've asked him what he meant by that but he'd already walked away. She shrugged to herself and served the next customer. Today was just another Monday for her. 

The drive was quiet as it always was on these days since that mission. Traffic wasn't too bad so Bruce had a limited time to take out the only things he bought the sets for. The little figures. They already had plenty of space so the other lego parts were unneeded. He'd keep them safe though, just in case, as he always did. The limo pulled up and Alfred let the billionaire out with a solemn look. "Would you like me to accompany you sir?" he asked as he always did.

"No thank you. I'll be alright, old friend," Bruce replied, the two plastic figures now safe in his pocket. His butler nodded and closed the door behind him. He didn't return to the limo until he saw Bruce go through the steel gates. He didn't know why but he always had to watch him go in. It was almost to make sure that if he found he couldn't go through with being confronted with the awful reality, Alfred was able to jump in as soon as possible. But Bruce was inside now and he knew that for today, he could cope with this. The younger man walked on with the pocketed figures and kept his eyes on the gravel path. He knew this place well so he knew the pathway to his destination like the back of his hands. He didn't want to look upon the others who ended up here. There were people around Dick's age in here, people younger than him and many older than him. It brought a heavy atmosphere with it but Bruce pushed through as he did every year. There were a few other visitors here. Families who knew his pain. He sighed and waved to the few that caught sight of him. They waved back, also sharing the same worn-out look. It was as if each step drew away another bout of energy. 

Eventually, Bruce got to his destination. He smiled weakly to himself when he saw it. The sight no father should be so familiar with. The grave of Dick Grayson was quite colourful compared to that of his parents. That was namely because of the lego figures. Each one was of the heroes he used to work with. Whenever a new edition came out, it would be added. Everyone was there. From Kid Flash to Hawkman, each was placed neatly in a little scene that was changed every so often. He found that if someone was patrolling in the area or just happened to pass by it, the scene would be changed. He smiled to himself at the scene there was now. He guessed Cass had been the one to change it this time because she was the last one close enough. She must've found a little lego birthday cake and put it in front of the Nightwing figure and put everyone else in a cheering pose. He knelt down and took the two figures from his pocket.

"Everything is gonna be okay. It's just a little surgery," Bruce said. He was going to be put into surgery within the next hour, one that would either save or end his life. He was in hospital following a run-in with the Joker. Things had been broken, important things damaged, parts of him missing. Joker really had a field day on him. Dick was conscious but his eyes were half-lidded, the drugs to dull the pain often made him drowsy. He wore a dazed smile as Bruce squeezed his hand reassuringly. "That reassurance for me or you?" he asked.

"For both of us. I want you to know I love you. I'm going to be there every step of the way until you're better." 

"I love you too worrywart. I'll be fine though. I always am."

Bruce put the newest Robin where the old one was, pocketing the old figure to put on the memorial they had at home. None of them could bear the thought of throwing away the older ones so they brought them home for the small spot in the garden. That was where they'd celebrate his life later tonight. Superboy was set beside Superman and his clone. Bruce stared at the scene silently. This one should be real. This lego scene should be what was happening tonight. Dick was supposed to be there celebrating his birthday, cracking jokes and hiding another set of Batman lego figures around the Manor that would be found months later. Instead of that, they would toast to a memory before continuing with their lives without him. 

"Mr Wayne, I'm sorry but there were complications in surgery. Richard died on the table." Bruce's heart shattered. He stared at the doctor blankly before shaking his head. 

"No. No, he can't be dead. He was perfectly healthy before now!"

"Sir, there was simply too much damage. His body couldn't take the strain anymore. I'm afraid he's gone. Would you like to view the body?"

"I-I don't know," he replied, his voice shaking. His whole body was shaking. He felt like he could throw up. 

"I'll give you a moment, sir."

Bruce got back up and walked to the bench that faced the three graves. He'd sit there for a bit, just taking in that his boy was no longer there to annoy him. "Happy birthday Dickie. Rest well."

Thatonegeek187 really called that I'd use your voting against you so I had to give them a shout out

I still have open slots for the Christmas stories this year and I just want people to request relationships (platonic and romantic but no brother x bother or bruce x the batboys ya nasties) ie Damian and Dick, Wally and Dick etc etc

EDIT: HI SO MY DUMBASS FORGOT TO SPECIFY THIS IS WHUMP DECEMBER SO ALL YOUR REQUESTS ARE GOING TO BE ALLOCATED TO A WHUMP PROMPT SO YEA IT'LL BE SICK FICS AND THE SUCH 

Although I'm not used to doing stories without Dick - hehe - I'm willing to do it without him

I'll talk specifics in DMs so it stays all hush hush wink wonk