When a Favor Comes Due (White Collar x Batman gift exchange)

When a Favor Comes Due

Notes: For impravidus.
So, this is for Oliver (Merry Christmas) it's a little dark in the middle, but I threw in some fluff at the end hopefully to mellow it all out. Hope you enjoy and here it is!

This is also for the Batman crossover with White Collar gift exchange

Neal just knew it was going to be a shitty day as soon as he walked out of his apartment. Wally had already left, and Neal was already tense from the little fight they had that morning. Wally was happy; no longer being a mainstream hero, only popping in when the world was ending, but Dick not so much or err Neal. Sure, he was taking a small break from being part of the action every night, now that he was working as Neal fulltime, but he still missed being Nightwing. Nightwing was something he had built from the ground up after recovering from being Talon, becoming Dick, having Robin taken from him, being forced to become and lose himself as Agent 37, and leaving behind Renegade. Even so he took a deep breath before swinging into Peter's car, a Neal shaped smile taking over his features. The carefully built mask firmly in place and what was Dick was carefully pushed down.

Peter's expression was pinched, and it only made Neal that much tenser still Dick was trained well enough not to let it show, "What's wrong boss man?" Neal teased even as the tension between Peter's eyes got more profound. The carefully built instincts within Dick were humming and he felt something thick in his stomach.

Peter sighed, "Look someone showed up at the office looking for you," Peter paused as if collecting his thoughts, "They are saying you owe them a favor?" More questions were on the tip of Peter's tongue, but at this point he had learned it was easier to let Neal tell him what he wanted rather than push for more information.

The act of Neal was barely even present as Dick ran through all the possibilities of people, he owed favors too and only a few popped in his mind about who would be dumb enough to show up to his workplace where he was undercover. Sadly, he couldn't quite rule out one of his brothers or sisters as they had been biting at the bit to get him home. See as he hadn't gotten a text or call from Bruce, yet he was leaning more towards a random supe or antihero. Still Dick summoned his best preppy joking voice and rolled his eyes, "Did they say what kind of favor?"

Peter only pinched the bridge of his nose and speed the car up leaving Dick to ruminate within his own thoughts. It wasn't long before they reached the FBI headquarters and Dick was making his way up to the bullpen. An anxious wild feeling flowing through every part of his body as it did every time he was preparing for a fight. The Talon that was forced in him was peaking its head as he strained his hearing for the heartbeat of the one, he owed the favor too.

Diana grabbed his arm as soon as he made his way up the steps to the conference room where the person in question was waiting Peter only a step behind him. If he was less trained, he would have startled, but instead he only narrowed his eyes. Still the women hissed, "How the hell do you know Deathstroke the Terminator?"

Every part of Dick froze as the realization of what was about to happen ran through his body and mind. Shit, he knew that Slade would come to collect one day he just didn't think it was Slade's style to invade his workplace. Damn this must be serious. Still, he took a deep breath and summoned his best Neal smile, "It's a long story and he doesn't like to be kept waiting."

She gripped his arm for a few more seconds before letting him go after one more squeeze her eyes still on him. Peter was sputtering behind him, "Deathstroke?"

Dick only shook the tension from his shoulders and let go of the Neal act. Slade would never let him get away with being anything other than deadly. He pushed open the door and just as Diana said there sat Slade motherfucking Wilson. The man gave him a warm smile, "Little Bird?"