{White Collar/Batman} Little White Lies
Ahahaha. Eh heh. So. Not dead?
Um, justm3h bribed me with art of Neal meeting Nightwinng in exchange for fic of Neal meeting Nightwing. Here's my part, anyway, even if it's just a context-less short. This is potentially part of a potential series that involves much more Neal being a criminal, Dick being a cop, and both boys being awesome. If I get around to it.
Sorry again, guys. Hopefully, it will never be this long of a break again.
Title: Little White Lies
Author: Mayhem
Word Count: 619
Author's notes:
Summary: Neal meets Nightwing. One of them is unhappy about this.
Neal stepped out onto the street, whistling, and was promptly swept off his feet.
He freaked a little, because going from pavement to thin air was a bit off a shock. The world spun by in a blur of colors and shapes and he couldn't breathe and his feet finally touched down on the concrete of a roof.
"Hey," Nightwing said. "Whatcha doin'?"
Neal gasped, trying to get enough air. "We have got to stop meeting like this," he managed. "People are gonna talk."
Nightwing shrugged and watched Neal try to untangle the rope. He smiled, just a little. "Not really my problem," he pointed out. "So, why are you leaving with the manager's access badge?"
Neal eyed the card in the man's fingers--two black, two blue, good look--and said, grudgingly, "Nice lift."
"You were distracted."
"You're lucky I didn't scream."
"You didn't have enough breath to."
“Yeah, well, you suck.”
Nightwing snickered as Neal sulked, finally managing to get the tension line off. “So?” he prompted. “You running a con?”
The question was clearly, do I need to arrest you?, and Neal scowled and snatched the card back. “No,” he said as Nightwing let him have it and raised his arms in mock surrender. “I’m running a sting.”
The vigilante raised an eyebrow. “So you’ve gone straight now?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” Neal snapped, drawing himself up and threw the rope back, aiming for the mask. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“Absolutely not, dude,” Nightwing said, coiling the rope back up. “Less work for me. Cons are a bitch to catch. No one wants to admit to being taken in.”
Neal said sharply, “That’s because if you do it right, they never even know.”
He flashed a grin. “That’s why it’s hard. Grabbing a con is easy.”
Neal flushed. “Gonna make Peter get me training,” he grumbled.
Nightwing laughed. “So you are with the FBI?”
“You knew!” Neal accused. “And you kidnapped me anyways!”
He shrugged unrepentantly. “Had to be sure. Wanted to know what could make a guy like you stick around.”
“None of your business,” Neal bristled.
Nightwing looked at him for a moment, and then the corner of his mouth turned up in in a soft, genuine smile. “You found him,” he murmured.
Neal was totally thrown. “Huh?”
“You found your hero,” Nightwing clarified.
“I repeat, huh?”
Nightwing shook his head and smiled all the brighter. “Never mind. It’s just...sweet.”
“Sweet? Sweet? What, exactly, do you think is sweet?”
“You and Peter.”
“Okay, one, you don’t get to call him that; he is Special Agent Burke. And two, he is the farthest thing from sweet. He’s domineering, stubborn, smart but completely idiotic--”
“Doesn’t listen?”
“Never! And follows the rules to a tee and always knows better than me--”
“And is always right--”
“And he doesn’t listen or even smile enough and he’s so bullheaded--”
“--and he’s the greatest man you’ll ever know, and you’d follow him through hell and back just on his say-so.”
“Yeah, I’d--wait, what?”
“Oh, yeah, you got it bad.”
“Whatever it is you are implying, you are so wrong. I do not have anything even a little bit, much less bad and you can just--”
“Hey, chill,” Nightwing said. “I’m not in any position to judge your bad case of hero-worship. Like, at all. I followed mine down a different path, is all.”
“--sideways with a stick--what?”
Nightwing barked a laugh. “How’d’you think I got into the vigilante business? I followed someone, ‘cause they were right.” Neal, mouth still open, paused, so he laughed and stood up.
“You make a good sidekick,” Nightwing said, and “See you around!” and jumped off the roof.
Um, justm3h bribed me with art of Neal meeting Nightwinng in exchange for fic of Neal meeting Nightwing. Here's my part, anyway, even if it's just a context-less short. This is potentially part of a potential series that involves much more Neal being a criminal, Dick being a cop, and both boys being awesome. If I get around to it.
Sorry again, guys. Hopefully, it will never be this long of a break again.
Title: Little White Lies
Author: Mayhem
Word Count: 619
Author's notes:
Summary: Neal meets Nightwing. One of them is unhappy about this.
Neal stepped out onto the street, whistling, and was promptly swept off his feet.
He freaked a little, because going from pavement to thin air was a bit off a shock. The world spun by in a blur of colors and shapes and he couldn't breathe and his feet finally touched down on the concrete of a roof.
"Hey," Nightwing said. "Whatcha doin'?"
Neal gasped, trying to get enough air. "We have got to stop meeting like this," he managed. "People are gonna talk."
Nightwing shrugged and watched Neal try to untangle the rope. He smiled, just a little. "Not really my problem," he pointed out. "So, why are you leaving with the manager's access badge?"
Neal eyed the card in the man's fingers--two black, two blue, good look--and said, grudgingly, "Nice lift."
"You were distracted."
"You're lucky I didn't scream."
"You didn't have enough breath to."
“Yeah, well, you suck.”
Nightwing snickered as Neal sulked, finally managing to get the tension line off. “So?” he prompted. “You running a con?”
The question was clearly, do I need to arrest you?, and Neal scowled and snatched the card back. “No,” he said as Nightwing let him have it and raised his arms in mock surrender. “I’m running a sting.”
The vigilante raised an eyebrow. “So you’ve gone straight now?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” Neal snapped, drawing himself up and threw the rope back, aiming for the mask. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“Absolutely not, dude,” Nightwing said, coiling the rope back up. “Less work for me. Cons are a bitch to catch. No one wants to admit to being taken in.”
Neal said sharply, “That’s because if you do it right, they never even know.”
He flashed a grin. “That’s why it’s hard. Grabbing a con is easy.”
Neal flushed. “Gonna make Peter get me training,” he grumbled.
Nightwing laughed. “So you are with the FBI?”
“You knew!” Neal accused. “And you kidnapped me anyways!”
He shrugged unrepentantly. “Had to be sure. Wanted to know what could make a guy like you stick around.”
“None of your business,” Neal bristled.
Nightwing looked at him for a moment, and then the corner of his mouth turned up in in a soft, genuine smile. “You found him,” he murmured.
Neal was totally thrown. “Huh?”
“You found your hero,” Nightwing clarified.
“I repeat, huh?”
Nightwing shook his head and smiled all the brighter. “Never mind. It’s just...sweet.”
“Sweet? Sweet? What, exactly, do you think is sweet?”
“You and Peter.”
“Okay, one, you don’t get to call him that; he is Special Agent Burke. And two, he is the farthest thing from sweet. He’s domineering, stubborn, smart but completely idiotic--”
“Doesn’t listen?”
“Never! And follows the rules to a tee and always knows better than me--”
“And is always right--”
“And he doesn’t listen or even smile enough and he’s so bullheaded--”
“--and he’s the greatest man you’ll ever know, and you’d follow him through hell and back just on his say-so.”
“Yeah, I’d--wait, what?”
“Oh, yeah, you got it bad.”
“Whatever it is you are implying, you are so wrong. I do not have anything even a little bit, much less bad and you can just--”
“Hey, chill,” Nightwing said. “I’m not in any position to judge your bad case of hero-worship. Like, at all. I followed mine down a different path, is all.”
“--sideways with a stick--what?”
Nightwing barked a laugh. “How’d’you think I got into the vigilante business? I followed someone, ‘cause they were right.” Neal, mouth still open, paused, so he laughed and stood up.
“You make a good sidekick,” Nightwing said, and “See you around!” and jumped off the roof.