Coffee Case
The White Collar office was in a moment of tranquillity. Everyone had a case to be working on yet there were no big cases demanding their time and attention. They were all busy with their own work and everything was calm.
Until members of a certain family came through the doors.
"Hey, where's Agent Burke's office?" Jason asked the nearest agent. Tim sighed and rolled his eyes before walking ahead. "Hey? Where are you going?"
"Agent Burke's office. Unlike you, I happen to know where he works. Since, you know, we're here to visit and all."
The agents started, some with slack jaws and Tim walked up the stairs like he belonged there. Some of them recognised him from earlier and were worried about the young adult's continual presence in their office.
Jason huffed his displeasure before following Tim up. "You know, I'm only here because Cass asked, no other reason."
"You're here because you noticed the discrepancy. No other reason," Tim responded.
By this time, Peter had noticed the change outside his office. It was telling of how his life had changed since Neal had left that he didn't even bat an eyelid when he noticed the two Wayne siblings insulting each other as they stood outside his office.
"Come on in," he said in a resigned tone.
"Got a case for you," Jason said as he took a seat.
Their case was simple enough. The coffee shop had seen an increase in fake bills coming through.
"They're good," Jason informed Peter as he pulled out a bag filled with what he claimed were 'fake notes'. "Almost got past us."
"And why are you bringing this here?" Peter questioned. While he might not approve of their night jobs, it made this situation more confusing. Why were they talking to the FBI when they could be going after the criminals themselves?
"Because you're the FBI?" Jason said innocently.
"The easiest way to claim the lost money in insurance is to lodge a case," Tim informed him.
Peter was just glad there was a reasonable explanation, although he had learnt that Tim rarely had one reason for doing something. "You can't just tell me where these criminals are going to turn up and go and arrest them. There's a process to these things."
"Well, your team could take the job and sign one of us on as a CI," Tim suggested.
Peter cringed at the thought. "I'd rather take Neal back."
"Dick's not an option," Jason growled. "You know, because he left and all." That sounded plenty bitter but, Peter didn't comment on that. He knew they had a reason to be bitter.
"Alright. Leave the notes here with your statements and I'll get on it," Peter sighed.
A stakeout was the best way of figuring out if this building was the one they were looking for. They had tried to get agents inside however, the warrant fell through and Diana couldn't get close enough to the resident to be let in.
There was a knock on the back door of the van.
Jones sighed and went to open it. A man in a shiny red helmet stood there.
"Oh, stakeout," he said cheerfully as he stepped into the van.
Peter suppressed a sigh as he stood up.
"What do you think you're doing in our van?" he questioned, hoping that Jason would just decide to go away.
He knew it couldn't be that easy though and he was right.
"Nah," Jason responded, "I've come to help."
"You can't really help," Diana pointed out flatly. "Anything you give us can't count as evidence."
"You're right about that. But that's only if you know where the evidence came from," Jason pointed out. "Can't you just say it came from an 'anonymous source'?"
"Red Hood." Jones realised, pulling his gun. "You're on the most wanted list." Peter placed an arm on his shoulder and told him to drop the gun.
"What?" Jason acted completely baffled. "It's Red Bat, not Red Hood. You law-types are always getting it wrong. Why do you mix me and that guy up?"
Peter was surprised at Jason's words. It was a weak excuse. 'Red Bat' looked almost exactly like 'Red Hood', except he had a red bat plastered across his chest. Just because Batman seemed to approve of you, didn't mean the law enforcers did. He then had a moment wondering what Neal would think if Peter let his brother get shot because he was stupid enough to jump into an FBI van in costume.
"No vigilantes in the van," Peter decreed. He was slightly annoyed with how he now felt responsible for these guys. "Go do whatever you do at night."
"Well, tonight I'm messing with the FBI," Jason announced, sitting down in the spare chair and kicking his feet up onto the console.
"Do you want the criminal to get away?" Peter questioned.
"Of course not."
"If you keep bothering us, the criminal is going to get away. Out," Peter finished, pointing at the door to the van.
"You let Neal hang out in the van," Jason sighed, ducking outside.
"Do I want to know why he came here?" Jones questioned once he was gone.
"Trust me on this. No. You don't want to know."
The Return
Gotham was the first stop back in America. Mozzie seemed okay with that, even though his 'No Gotham' rule was only newly rescinded and the mention of Gotham still made him twitchy. Dick stepped off the plane and waited for Selina to grab her bag.
"I really hope she didn't take that diamond," Dick sighed.
Mozzie frowned at him. "Does it matter? It's not like the Suit is chasing us."
"That's not the point," Dick said with a roll of his eyes.
Selina winked as Mozzie as she walked over. "I have enjoyed our time together, Mozart."
"And I, you," Mozzie responded with a bow. Dick rolled his eyes at their antics.
"You know she's committed to Bruce Wayne."
"I know. It's such a waste. He hardly makes a good partner in crime."
Selina laughed. "He makes a better one than you would expect. However, I do have to cut back on the crime. Apparently, I'm a bad influence." She spotted the glance Mozzie gave Dick. "Oh no, not on Dick here. On my own daughter."
"She did mess with the FBI," Dick mused recalling the day Helena had decided to punish the agents who said mean things by taking their stuff. "Although she could have gotten those habits from anyone."
"I trust you kids to use those skills to fight crime, not be crime," Bruce hummed from behind them. Mozzie jumped in shock while Dick just grinned and greeted him. Bruce stared at Selina's bag. "How many gems do you have in there?"
"I'll have you know that I do take things other than jewels," Selina said in a playful, outraged tone. Everyone stared at her for a moment. "What? Fine," she huffed. "There's nothing stolen in there."
"Hn," Bruce grunted. "That's reassuring."
Mozzie pulled Dick away a little to whisper, "I can't get a read on him. Please tell me you're not staying in Wayne Manor."
"I'm going back to New York with you, remember?" Dick whispered back. Out loud, he said to Bruce, "did you bring the papers?"
Bruce nodded and handed Dick his briefcase. "Sign the forms in there and I'll continue work on getting your deceased status fixed. It'd be nice if we could get some kind of statement from your FBI friends, I think there's a few agencies getting interested in why so many members of our family are declared 'deceased' or 'missing' before suddenly returning."
"Awesome. I'll be in New York, if you could just forward everything to June's."
"Think she'll still take you back?" Mozzie questioned.
"She said she would keep my room open."
Bruce coughed to hide a laugh. "There might be one issue with that," he commented. The group stared, confused. "I believe Jason has unoffically moved in."
"What?" Dick questioned, a sinking feeling in his gut telling him to get to New York as soon as possible.
