Notes: Happy birthday KeJae! One again, I return from the depths of... whatever this burnout is... to deliver a birthday present! KeJae requested:

I was thinking that story idea where Neal is Bryce and Dick but his kids come into the office? Perhaps Dick became Bryce in the CIA so he has police and agency background and he ran into Neal Caffrey along the way.

There was more to the request but I couldn't fit it in so this these two sentences are what I ended up focusing on with this story. Enjoy.

FBI Babysitting Service

"Do you plebeians understand who you have picked up?" Only the greenest of agents still flinched at the angry rantings of Damian Wayne. His daddy might have a lot of money but the kid was still a minor and Hughes had already contacted Bruce Wayne.

"So who's picking up the brat and when do they get here?" Jones groaned to Diana.

"Peter didn't say," Diana responded. "Only that it wasn't Bruce Wayne."

"Yeah, I ended up drawing the short straw on this one," another voice piped up from the door. Diana and Jones were the first agents to lay eyes on Damian Wayne's escort.

"Neal?" they questioned in unison, loud enough for the rest of the bullpen to freeze.

The cop in the doorway winced. "No. Dick Grayson. Nice to meet you?" he said the last part as a question, as this wasn't their first meeting.

"We're not stupid, Neal." Diana crossed her arms and glared at the ex-conman. Neal had disappeared one day and they were told not to look for him the next.

Dick dropped his hand and sighed. "Yeah, figured you'd want answers." He turned to Damian. "Well?"

Damian crossed his arms and raised his chin in challenge. "I stand by my decisions."

Peter and Hughes had come out to investigate why the bullpen seemed to have stopped.

"Neal?"

Hughes' eyes narrowed. "Officer Grayson."

Dick grinned at him. "That's correct."

"Officer?" Diana and Peter questioned in unison.

Dick winced as he explained, "I used to work for the Bludhaven PD and now I work for the Gotham PD. I'm currently in New York to learn from some local officers when I got the call from Bruce that our Little D was in FBI custody."

"Damian requested us," Peter pointed out. His voice was soft. Still in shock. Here was Neal Caffrey, the conman-turned-CI, who had been missing for a year now.

"Of course I did. Grayson insists that this is the only competent office in this whole organisation."

Dick rolled his eyes fondly and ruffled Damian's hair. "Of course. Peter is the best FBI agent here."

"Now I see why he's so good with kids," Jones muttered to Diana. "Having to look after that one can't have been easy."

"Take it to the meeting room," Hughes ordered.

"Just so you know, there's no way to tie me to Neal Caffrey and I can't be arrested for his crimes," Dick said the moment the door was closed.

"I'm already aware," Hughes said. His agents openly gaped at him. "Caffrey had connections to the CIA. I was informed that he was not a criminal and to leave him alone."

Dick grinned at them. "I may have spent some time in the Agency. By the way, long term undercover ops are the worst."

"They must be, considering how often you complained that you weren't able to see Peter and the rest of these agents. Hopefully that whining of yours stops now." Damian said smugly.

Dick stared at Damian as things started to add up. "Did you... purposely get picked up by the FBI so I would have to come get you?"

Damian clicked his tongue and turned away slightly. Dick grinned and knelt down, smiling wider as Damian shifted closer.

"Thanks, kiddo." He wrapped Damian in a hug and ruffled his hair. "I'll catch Peter and the rest up. Did you want to check out the mud they call coffee here?"

"I suppose I can make a cup for Drake," Damian said as he broke the hug and made his way to the door.

"I can't believe it, you're a dad," Jones said as soon as Damian was gone.

"What? No-"

"You make a surprisingly good father," Diana commented. "Even if he is a little brat."

"That's his mother's influence," Dick said with a sigh. He raised an eyebrow at them. "Do you really just want to ask me questions about Damian?"

"He is Damian Wayne, son of Bruce Wayne and apparently somehow your kid at the same time," Jones teased.

"Dick Grayson is Bruce Wayne's eldest," Diana informed them. "So your little brother."

Dick nodded. He looked to Peter, shyly rubbing the back of his neck. "Just so you know, I never intended for us to be friends. I thought you would be like the rest of the agents and think of me as a conman. And yet, we became friends and I missed you after burning Caffrey."

"I still can't believe I missed that you were a police officer." Peter shook his head with a sigh.

"To be fair, Bludhaven PD doesn't keep the best records." Dick chuckled. "If they even keep records."

"Is there anything else we're missing?" Peter asked.

"Caffrey wasn't an undercover police officer when you picked him up," Hughes said. Dick played up being offended that Hughes would tell. "Caffrey was a CIA plant."

"Okay, no. Plant is kind of insulting." Dick's smile dropped for a moment. "I was a top agent given an undercover mission. Because there aren't many agents who would be able to keep up with Peter here."

"Don't flatter me, Neal."

"It's not flattery. There's no agent who can forge the way I do and there's no agent that would have been able to outrun you so well. Anyone else would have been caught by you in the first few months."

"That feels like a lie," Jones muttered.

"Have you made arrangements to meet with Mrs Burke yet?" Damian asked as he walked back in with a cup of... something in his hand.

The adults all shared looks before they did exactly that.

Peter glanced back at Jones and Diana. They had insisted on coming to dinner, if El would have them. Dick was fussing over his appearance and Damian's.

"Grayson, if you touch my hair one more time-" Damian hissed as Dick reached over to brush stray hairs back into place for the 20th time that evening.

"Dad energy," Diana teased.

"What would Mozzie think?" Jones questioned.

"Mozzie loves my kids," Dick responded proudly.

"Kids?" Peter questioned with a raised eyebrow. He was going to look into this.

Peter finished a meeting with Ruiz and walked outside to see a familiar dark-haired kid sitting in Neal's old desk, tapping away on his phone.

"Is that Damian Wayne?" Ruiz questioned.

"Why is Damian here?" Peter asked Jones.

"I can hear you," Damian responded, rolling his eyes. "Grayson has some kind of conference or meeting or something and he wouldn't let me come."

"He's back in New York?" Dick hadn't mentioned anything like that.

"We didn't know either," Jones said. "But he did thank us for looking after Damian again."

"This is the FBI, not a babysitting service!" Ruiz said, glaring at Peter and his agents.

"Damian is a special case," Peter responded. "And he is welcome."

Maybe it was from trying to read Neal for years but Peter noticed the way Damian's shoulders relaxed.

"Dick did say we could pass him cases to see what he thinks. Apparently, he's just as clever as Neal was." Diana placed a file on Neal's desk.

The elevator dinged and Dick Grayson came running out. His hair was dishevelled and his uniform buttons were undone, revealing the black shirt underneath.

"Sorry I'm late!" He skid to a stop in front of the ground. "There was a little trouble getting back here."

"I can't believe you arrested a mugger without me," Damian pouted.

"How does he know that?" Jones questioned.

Dick laughed and shrugged.

"Caffrey?" Ruiz questioned with a glare. The chuckles and smiles stopped instantly. Honestly, they had forgotten he was still here.

"Caffrey?" Dick tilted his head in confusion. "I'm Dick Grayson. Eldest son of Bruce Wayne? The circus kid?"

"You were in a circus?" Agent Kelly questioned in shock. Peter glared at her and she rushed back to work. He, Jones and Diana had already known that, having looked into Dick Grayson's past the moment he revealed himself to them.

Peter has a suspicion that Dick knew they had done that, since a picture of the kid at a mathlete competition had appeared mysteriously on his desk around the same time.

"You look exactly like the conman that used to work here," Ruiz growled.

Dick's hand dropped to his side and his expression darkened. "I'm a cop. I work in Gotham. If you want to accuse me of being a 'conman', I'm getting Bruce's best lawyers to make your life miserable. I've had enough of Gotham's upper class thinking I somehow swindled Gotham's richest man to adopt me, I don't need it from the stupid FBI."

"'Stupid FBI'?" Peter sighed.

Dick huffed and crossed his arms. "There's a child here. I'm keeping it PG." He turned back to Ruiz and glared.

Ruiz glared back for a few moments before skulking back. Dick wasn't the only one glaring at him. "Whatever is happening here, Burke, if I catch a single whiff of Caffrey anywhere near my cases-"

"Richard Grayson is not a conman," Damian interrupted, standing up in Neal's chair and balancing on the table. "I'll have your head for the accusation." Ruiz almost bolted but managed to keep himself somewhat together until he was in the elevator.

"Nice one," Diana said to Damian.

Dick sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Damian, we've talked about the death threats."

"That 'agent' deserved it."

"Damian is probably the only one in this room who can talk to Ruiz like that and not have some kind of disciplinary action fall on his head. As long as he doesn't go through with it, I'm glad he said it. Ruiz is a little too brash sometimes."

Peter walked into Wayne Enterprises in awe. The lady who showed him to the CEOs office was nice and had only good things to say about the company.

"Mr Grayson," she said, knocking on the door. Dick opened the door looking every part the rich businessman he was being today.

"April, how many times have I said to call me Dick?"

"Many, sir. But your father does pay my wage."

Dick laughed. "You sound like another person I know. I guess I won't convince you this trip."

April nodded and left. Peter looked into the office. It was huge. The desk alone was over twice the size of Peter's.

"Thanks for coming, Peter." Dick ran a hand through his hair, mussing it up a little as he paced back to his desk. It was covered in papers.

"Not at all. I never thought I would see the day Neal Caffrey would call me because of a White Collar Crime."

Dick chuckled. "Yeah, well, we can't really handle this inhouse without looking suspicious. It is embezzlement after all. Better to hand everything over to the authorities and wash our hands of it."

Peter looked over the file Dick had given him. Just as he suspected, all the work was done. Peter could slam cuffs on this guy right now and have enough to take him down based off this file.

"Your work is the same as always." Actually, now that he said it, he could see Neal's handwriting all over this. It was surprising that Dick hadn't bothered changing his handwriting while undercover as Neal.

"Yeah, but without the undercover fun. Look, the money he took, it was supposed to go to helping people. It's a real hit to the company and the families who were counting on the assistance."

"Don't worry." Peter placed a hand on Dick's shoulder. "You've given us enough to arrest him and hopefully get the money back."

"You better. He already did all the work for you," a high pitched voice spoke up. Peter jumped and turned to see a teenager poking their head up from a recliner in the corner. He hadn't noticed it before or the TV hanging on the wall beyond it.

"Um... hello?" Peter had no idea how to handle this one. This wasn't Damian with his adult way of speaking. This was a teenage girl with dark wavy hair and a grin that reminded him of Caffrey.

"Hi. I'm Mar'i Grayson."

Peter looked to Dick.

"She's my daughter. I have shared custody with her mother."

"Where was she when you were with us?"

"I stayed with Ms. June. Or Mr. Mozzie. Fed." She even said 'Fed' with the same inflection as Mozzie.

"Mar'i, be nice."
"Why? They've already met Damian."

"You can come to the office too, if you'd like," Peter said, causing both Graysons to freeze. Before Dick could say anything, Mar'i recovered first.

"Can I?"

"As long as your father agrees."

Mar'i's eyes widened and she stared at her dad. Peter wondered how Dick was able to hold out against those eyes for longer than a few seconds.

"If Peter is okay with it, I guess you can go explore the FBI for a day."

"Can I meet Auntie El?" Mar'i asked, bouncing around the room.

Peter almost choked when he heard 'Auntie El'. It was strangely endearing, even though they hadn't known this child existed until today.

Mar'i was an instant hit. She had the curiosity and smarts of Damian but also Neal's ability to social engineer. Or Dick's ability.

She instantly started calling some of the agents 'Auntie' or 'Uncle' if they were close to Neal. Her reasoning for it was that she had heard so many stories about them, that they felt like family.

Dick actually picked her up from Peter's house after dinner. He looked tired but relieved.

"Thanks for looking after her," he said after rejecting El's invitation to join them.

"Anytime," Peter said, surprised to realise he meant it. He hadn't expected to reunite with Neal and his strange children but he had.