Notes: This took longer than I thought it would to complete. Oh well, I'm only a day later than usual. Here's some shorts (that did not end up being short) done in response to things people wanted to see. I had a headache while editing so I'm going to blame any mistakes on that. I hope everyone has enjoyed this story and thanks for reading all the way! :) I don't know when I'll start my next story. I have some things going on in the next couple of weeks so I'll have to get to it when I get to it (a month at the very most, I won't leave you waiting any longer than that). I look forward to seeing everyone in my next story.

I feel like there's gotta be someone who would make a stink about Bruce Wayne's son working with the FBI. Or maybe that realizes he worked before with the CIA and didn't know. - exileena (added: Ruiz from organized crime could work but an OC would be just as awesome.)

Peter had been happy to present Damian with a new crime scene, certain that his unique skills would allow him to solve the crime quickly. Until they arrived to find the FBI swarming around the place. To top off a bad situation with a worse one, it wasn't White Collar.

Peter cursed. "Organised crime."

"Then why are we here?"

"Someone called in for us." But he hadn't realised it was Organised Crime. Hughes must have kept that from them so they wouldn't avoid coming to the scene.

"That doesn't bode well. I say we leave and read the reports, if they need us." Damian had a sinking feeling in his gut.

Unfortunately, Peter was a good person and couldn't walk away if someone asked him to help. He got out of the car. With a heavy sigh, Damian followed him as he demanded to know who was in charge and who had called for him.

A familiar agent, one with many skeletons in his closet, walked over to them.

"Ruiz," Peter greeted him.

"Burke. And, what is it today, Caffrey? Wayne?"

Damian felt his teeth grind together. Everyone had shrugged and moved on when it came to Neal's identity. He should have known that some were just biding their time.

"What do you want Ruiz?" Peter demanded to know, stepping between them.

"I need your CI's expertise."

"Organised Crime isn't Damian's expertise."

"Depends on what rumours you give credit to." Damian felt a flash of fury. He wasn't suggesting that his family were criminals? "Wayne's been known to be a ruthless businessman. Are we really safe when we tie his kid to the FBI? Or are we inviting disaster?"

"What are you saying?" Damian questioned.

"Neal Caffrey was useful. Damian Wayne is a liability." Ruiz chuckled. "I'm sure Daddy's army of lawyers could make our lives very difficult."

"Damian signed a contract. It'll hold up. Unless you're saying that Bancroft doesn't know how to cover us?"

"Did you actually call us here for something or are you just going to keep insulting me and my family?" Damian asked. He pulled himself up tall as he interrupted Peter. He never reached Jason's height and bulk, but he could still cut an intimidating figure. And while he itched to punch Ruiz, he had learnt to not hurt people when he was angry.

"You grew up in Gotham, right?"

"Perhaps. What does it matter?"

"There's gas in a cornered off room in there, along with what we suspect is a gas cylinder. I need you to knock the Joker off the list of suspects before my agents go crazy with theories."

"And fear," Damian stated. For Ruiz to call them in, it was more than theories but actual fears hindering the agents' work. He better hope it wasn't Scarecrow's formula. "I'll take a look."

"How do you plan to do that?" Peter asked as they made their way towards the building, leaving Ruiz in the dust.

Damian reached into a hidden pocket and pulled out a small plastic bag. Inside there was a small tube, a swab and a pipette. While Peter wondered where it came from, Damian tore the bag open.

He held onto the pipette and used it to suck in a small amount of contaminated air. He squeezed the air into the tube and swirled it a little, watching the liquid as he did. The liquid slowly turned dark.

"Well, it's not red or yellow," Damian mused.

"What does that mean?"

"It's not Joker's or Scarecrow's." Someone whispered a worried 'I forgot about Scarecrow' from behind them and Damian rolled his eyes. "When the liquid turns grey, the air is contaminated with something but it's nothing from Gotham."

"Is there a risk to my agents?" Ruiz asked as he had caught up with them when Damian had started his test.

Damian was about to answer when the liquid turned a deep black. "I've never seen that before so I'd say so."

"Great. I thought you would just tell them their fears weren't needed since we're not in Gotham. Instead I can't let anyone into the crime scene."

"It's an unidentified substance; no one was going to be going in here while the gas is around, even if I did say it was safe."

Ruiz grumbled and complained under his breath but he didn't voice any of his thoughts loud enough to be overheard. Damian heard some of it and he didn't care what Ruiz had to say about his father. Even though Damina could use money to get out of his work with the FBI, he hadn't and they all knew it.

I'd love to see what happens with Sarah. Or how Bruce figured out Damian and Mari's relationship. Or even an unexpected interaction between Talia and one of Damian's friends - fireflower297

Sarah dropped from the ceiling; a traitorous part of her mind narrating 'like a bat' as she did. Within moments, the criminals who had been below her were knocked out.

"Not bad," Damian said, seeming to materialise from the darkness.

"Thanks. So who are these guys?"

"Your 'ask second' nature will get you in trouble one day." Damian took a closer look and prayed his words weren't a premonition as he realised, "these guys belong to the League of Assassins." Why were the League of Assassins pretending to be petty criminals?

Sarah looked down at the unconscious criminals. They were dressed head to toe in brown. She supposed that if she tilted her head and squinted a little, they looked like ninja.

"Whoa, you're pitting her against the League of Assassins?" Chuck's voice echoed in their ears. He was back at Junes', watching over them in case they needed someone with a little more firepower. Although Damian doubted they would need him. This wasn't Sarah's first patrol.

"The League of Assassins is a real thing?" Sarah directed the question at Chuck.

"Yep."

Damian rolled his eyes at Chuck's short answer.

"They're a dangerous thing." The voice growled from the shadows. Damian's heart sunk at the gravely and familiar growl. Even though he looked around, he couldn't see anything. And he wouldn't until his father allowed it. "You do not want to get on their bad side."

Chuck flinched as he stood taller, instinctively reacting to the voice of someone he had worked with before.

"Batman."

A smoke bomb went off and Batman appeared. "Chuck. It's good to see you again. You realise that your trainee has gone and possibly put a target on your backs."

"Possibly. But Ra's knows better than to mess with me."

"Perhaps. But it wouldn't take much for him to decide you'll be worth the effort."

"He's more likely to send Black Adam after me first," Chuck said with a shrug. "I'll manage."

"The CIA could possibly track him well enough to give you a warning when he's in the same country as you two," Damian mused.

"I'll get Nightwing on it. He still has a viable CIA ID," Batman promised. "For the meantime, it would be best if her patrols were moved to LA. She'll be working out of there anyway so it'd be best if they got used to her presence sooner rather than later."

Sarah was glaring at them. She was right there. But Chuck stepped between her and Batman.

"They do this," he told her quietly. "Try and protect the whole hero community without their consent. Drives some people crazy but they are good at backing off when asked."

"Then ask."

"Is there anything they've said that you disagree with?" Sarah shook her head. She had to admit, their plans had solid reasoning. "Remind them to ask for your permission before doing things that involve you."

Sarah did that and Batman asked if she would be fine with him sending her some funding to get started with a base in Burbank.

"We already have a base."

"It was CIA property-"

"And now it's ours. The CIA doesn't have any say in Castle."

Batman gave Damian a look before shrugging and turning heel. Damian breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, that went well."

"Yep."

"That was good?" Sarah questioned.

"Silent approval is good approval from him. If he didn't agree with this, he would have said something long before now."

"He's probably here because of the League," Chuck commented, looking down at their prize.

"Maybe. He was in town because of business and hired my security company to provide security while he's here."

"Why would he hire you guys? Doesn't he have his own?"

"Well, Chuck, his security doesn't know about Batman. With Mar'i as his security he's able to go off and be Batman and leave her to manage his exit instead of trying to find him." Damian looked up at Mar'i, who was hiding behind the sign of a nearby roof and waved. "She got his respect by being able to track him through the city." He sent her a message saying that Batman had left. A moment later, she nodded and ducked off in the direction Batman had been heading. "Anyway, let's go." Sirens sounded in the distance. The police were finally here to pick up the criminals.

The part where Peter approached the history of Damian's mother still makes me think, I'd like to see Peter continue to carefully push a little into that, to see if it's a potential problem (or maybe she becomes a problem so he learns about her?). Like, Peter carefully asks Neal if he's okay, or if there's something he needs to worry about, that he knows something bad happened to him when he was a kid. Damian wouldn't tell him outright, but maybe he'd allude to his mother carrying out an order to kill him and his dad having to bring him back. Peter would be upset, but it would be a nice comforting moment between the friends. - KeJae

It was the worst kind of case. The kind that made Damian twitchy. A group of suspects and a stolen painting. They had interviewed everyone and they were all on their way. Except one women in a black, wide-brimmed hat. She walked over to Peter and Damian.

"Peter, follow my lead," Damian muttered as he stepped forward. His eyes narrowed. "What do you want?"

"Can't I say 'hi'?" the woman asked. She brushed a lock of long black hair behind her ear and huffed.

"No."

"How cruel. And after all I did for you."

Peter would have been internally cursing at Damian's presence possibly creating a conflict of interest, except the way this woman spoke to Damian made Peter's skin crawl.

"While I appreciate your presence during my formative years, you are not welcome in my life any longer, Talia."

With her lower lip stuck out, the woman looked almost like she was pouting. "Really? Still with the 'Talia' nonsense. You should call me-"

"I will refer to you as I see fit. A mother protects her child and you failed."

"I did my best."

"You did not." Damian knew there were points of his life where his mother could have protected him better. And one point when he knew he needed to cut all ties with her. "I called for you to stop him and you could have. But you did not."

Talia looked outside the window, spotting something Peter couldn't see. "I guess I will leave then." Her heels clacked along the ground as she made her way towards the door.

"Um, excuse me ma'am? You need to leave your details-"

"Peter," Damian said. His voice conveyed his fear and Peter stood up.

"Agent Evans, could I speak with you?"

The agent wavered, looking between Peter and Taila. Talia was almost out of the door so he decided to go to Peter.

"I'm sorry Agent Burke, we didn't get her details-"

"It's okay. Damian might be able to track her down later."

"Not that it matters, she didn't do it. She was probably just here to see me."

Agent Evans looked confused. Peter shrugged. Considering Damian's family, she could have planned to be here right when something would be stolen. It was well within Neal's ability and everyone in Damian's family was well above Neal's ability; which was a terrifying thought.

Peter waited until they were in the car to ask.

"She's the woman who… 'created' me," Damian asked. The choice of words stood out. Along with the other hints from the short conversation with Talia, Peter could guess that Talia was an abusive parent.

"And how did that go?"

"I know what you're trying and it's not a rabbit hole you want to go down, Peter. Just know that my father didn't know about my existence until I was 10. And that living with him was better." Not that Damian had realised it at first. Dick had been instrumental in helping Damian to adapt to live in Gotham.

"Fine. Just one question; what didn't she stop?"

"My murderer."

"Oh." After a few moments of silence, Damian snorted a laugh.

"You're really bad at the comforting thing."

"Well, I deal with heartless criminals most of the time, not abusive parents. You're okay now and that's the important part. Although, if you want a restraining order-"

"What makes you think I don't have one already?" Damian commented with a grin. "It won't work on her. Don't worry, I pressed a panic button when she turned up. She left because Mar'i was outside."

"What?"

"She's not scared of Mar'i but she doesn't want to get caught by the family."

At least Damian's current family was protecting him. Peter resolved to be part of that.

"Let her know that you're coming back to my place. El's going to make us something nice."

"Does she know about that?" Damian asked teasingly. He tapped out a message and settled in. Peter knew that he had the wine Damian liked in the fridge and El could easily go out and get the ingredients for his favourite dish.

He had a feeling that Damian needed it after that encounter.