Prompt from: duckslipper

"Hi! So, I saw your call for promts, and idk but I've got this idea in my head, but I can't write at all so.. Its like a cross between Batman, Chuck and White Collar.. Dick joined the police department. Was recruited to the CIA (Bryce) changed his name because obvious ties to Bruce Wayne is not good for a cia agent. Undercover as Neal to get Adler, and then again as a means to get crooked feds. It all gets revealed at some point ofc. I don't know if it's your cup of tea or anything, but yeah =)"

Notes: This is totally my cup of tea and so, it's going to multi-chaptered. This is in the White Collar/Chuck section because that section has more stories (and this site only allows for crossovers between two fandoms). This story also crosses over Batman characters and plots.

Chapter 1

Because of world-saving complications, Dick had to use a little pull to get himself into the police force. His physical results were not outstanding but they were more than good enough. His written work was excellent. None of this should have attracted the attention of people in very high places.

Yet, one dark Bludhaven evening as Dick left the station, Director Langston Graham of the CIA stepped out of a taxi.

"Nice timing," Dick quipped.

Graham smiled and motioned for Dick to get into the car. Dick shook his head and started walking.

"You wanna talk? Walk with me," he said.

The nicely dressed director huffed what Dick could recognise as a laugh and quickly fell into step beside him.

"I'll make this simple. We want you."

Dick snorted at that. It reminded him of those stupid posters. "Seriously? What does the CIA want with a police officer fresh to the scene?"

Graham raised one neat eyebrow. "You know who I am. I know who you are."

Dick laughed. "And who would that be?"

Graham stopped and Dick turned back to look at him. Graham looked up and made his next sentence sound like a change of subject. However, Dick knew it was an answer to his question.

"Nightwing. He protects this city, doesn't he?"

"He tries," Dick responded with an easy smile but worry curdling in his gut. Bruce was going to kill him.

Graham returned the smile which was awkward on his face. He didn't seem the type to smile a lot.

"I am the only one who knows. Rest assured, it'll stay that way."

Dick didn't really believe that but he was willing to try.

"You might not like what happens should you spill," he warned. "As for your offer, no. I'm happy where I am."

His police partner found out about his work as Nightwing. She was nice about it but asked him to turn in his badge and find work which didn't wasn't a conflict of interest for either of them.

Dick was sitting on the stairs into his apartment building with his head in his hands. A car pulled up. Someone got out. Nice shoes touched down on the ground and tapped their way towards him.

"Our offer still stands." It was Graham. "We need someone at Stanford. Someone fully trained. There's a mole. Two of our recruits have gone missing since the last time we spoke."

Dick looked up. "You know I dropped out of college, right?"

Graham stopped short of rolling his eyes as he was much too dignified for childish reactions. Dick grinned as he enjoyed frustrating the man.

"We're not putting you in business. You'll be in computer engineering." Dick snorted. "Yes, the classes might be too easy for you but this mission won't be. Besides," Graham smiled. "Relax a little." He pulled out a file from behind his back and held it out.

Dick opened it. It was his picture with the name 'Bryce Larkin'.

"What's with the dossier?" he asked.

"Your new identity within our organisation. Like I said, no one but us two will know. This will also keep your family safe."

"I'll be telling them," Dick informed him.

"I know."

And with that, Dick Grayson became Bryce Larkin, Stanford freshman and secret agent.

Chuck came running across the oval with a large box in his hands. He was panting when he reached Bryce, who was laughing at his roommate.

"Bryce! Look what I found!" He held out the box. Inside was an old computer.

"Whoa. Where'd you find that?"

"One of the professors gave it to me!" Chuck crowed happily. "Do you want to pull it apart with me?"

Bryce grinned back. He hadn't thought college would be fun the second time around but it was, mostly because of Chuck. The guy was fun and it reminded him of back when he spent time with his Teen Titans doing fun stuff and hanging out.

Plus, the courses were certainly more interesting than business. Especially the more practical sessions.

Bryce cursed when he saw the letter addressed to Chuck. They were going to recruit him into the CIA. Despite never going through their training, Bryce knew what it was like. He also knew what missions were like. For example, he had requested that they halt recruitment while he tracked down the mole. Apparently, that was too difficult for them.

There was no way he was going to let them put Chuck in danger. Chuck was no operative.

With his professor as he accomplice, he framed Chuck for cheating and got him kicked out. He set up the mole, who he caught just a couple weeks later, as the one who supplied Chuck with the answer sheets.

Then, he packed up and left. The CIA set Bryce Larkin up as an accountant and Dick took on another mission.

And so, Dick who had become Bryce, now became Neal Caffrey.

The Adler case was a mess and attempts to keep the Caffrey mission going got tougher as the FBI closed in. Finally, Neal was arrested so that Dick could return to Gotham in the wake of Bruce's death. He ended up looking after Bruce's ten year old son and taking up the mantle of Batman.

His phone rang. Dick took one look at the number and sighed. From the other side of the table, Damian's head tilted in a way which suggested the kid was eavesdropping. Their relationship had been slowly improving and, while Damian didn't always listen to him, the kid at least trusted his decisions.

"Bryce, I have a mission for you."

Dick growled as a response.

"I know that you're busy being Bat-"

Dick interrupted, "you know that, so you should know that I don't have time for missions."

"You can clear this up in one weekend. There are lives at stake."

"Fine," Dick huffed after hearing the details. He hung up and frowned at his phone.

Damian frowned from the other end of the table, unconsciously mirroring him. Even Alfred had paused to listen.

"Grayson, who was that?"

Dick didn't want to answer, not with the whole truth. Bruce was aware of his other work but kept everyone away from Bryce in order to not send up any read flags.

"Work. I have a conference this weekend," Dick explained.

Alfred frowned. The Butler knew that there was no such conference on for Wayne Enterprises. But, Alfred was aware of Dick's other job.

There was no such thing as 'one last mission' it seemed. Dick said it every time Graham called and every time, Graham would call again in a couple of days or a week or a month later. This led to Dick having what he thought of as 'CIA weekends' where Bryce went out and saved the world.

Missions couldn't always fit into a weekend neatly. When that happened, Bryce would either stay a little longer or have his partner gather intel before the weekend as per his instructions so that Bryce could just come in and do the physical part. On rare occasions, his partner would have to stay and finish the mission with Bryce running it from the plane on his way back to Gotham. It was no surprise that Bryce went through partners quickly. At times, the CIA just had to send agents in to gather information without letting them know who the information would be given to or what it would be used for. They would pass the information to Bryce before his mission, eliminating the partner requirement.

Bryce became a legend. A ghost in the CIA. The one the CIA called in to complete missions believed to be impossible. No one knew exactly how Bryce did it, only that he did. Often in only a couple of days.