Neal and Peter managed to track Alex to the Conservatory Garden. She showed up on camera going in but not coming out.

"You take the left, I'll take the right," Peter said when they came to a split in the path. It went around but they didn't want to risk missing something. "We'll meet up in the middle."

Neal nodded and started walking. Despite knowing they were getting close, he couldn't help feeling worried about Alex. The closer they got, the more danger she could be in. They could be leading danger right to her without realising it.

A glint of gold caught Neal's eye. A Rolex, shining in the light of the sun. Attached to a dark-haired man in a suit. Neal walked over towards Bruce.

"Why are you here?" he questioned.

"The FBI started running around searching for Alex Hunter, a known associate of Neal Caffrey," Bruce responded. "Also, I had a look at Tim's notes on this music box and U-boat mystery."

Neal frowned. That explained why Bruce hadn't returned to Gotham but it didn't explain why he was here, in the garden at the same time as him.

It was almost like he knew they were there. But how?

Neal was suddenly very aware of the weight around his ankle. "You!" he growled, feeling violated and betrayed. "You hacked my anklet!" He hadn't thought Bruce would do something like that when there was no reason to.

Bruce shrugged. "It's a convenient tool for knowing where you are." Logical, yes, but not good enough. It was just another intrusion into Neal's life.

"This is my life! Not something for you to spy on! I can handle this myself!"

"Neal-"

"No!" Neal bellowed, shutting off Bruce's response. "This is not okay! I didn't ask for anyone's help and I certainly didn't ask for you to follow my every movement using something you shouldn't have access to!"

Neal turned and continued walking. He reached the end of the garden and looked around. Peter wasn't there.

"Peter?" he called out, worried.

"Neal!" Bruce was the one who responded, quickly stepping up behind him. Neal ignored him.

His phone rang. Peter's number.

"Peter!"

"Not quite." Neal's blood went cold. It was a voice he hadn't heard in a couple years.

"Adler."

Bruce put a hand on his shoulder and pointed towards the gate. Sitting just beyond it was a black limo. The door was open and Neal could see Adler sitting inside with Peter across from him.

He was pointing a gun at the agent.

"Join us Neal. And bring your friend," Adler said before hanging up.

Neal turned to Bruce, who inclined his head in agreement. They slipped into the car, Neal sandwiched between Bruce and Peter and wishing to be anywhere but here.

"Neal," Adler greeted him. "I can't tell you how good it is to see you again."

Neal crossed his arms and stared back, utilising his version of the Batstare which he hadn't used since he was last in spandex.

Adler frowned and turned to Peter. "You have the key to Neal's anklet. Give it to him." Peter frowned disapprovingly but passed Neal the key. "Neal, remove your anklet."

"Where's Alex?" he questioned instead.

"You can ask her when you see her. If you follow my directions."

Neal undid the anklet and Adler tossed it out the window. Then he smiled and pulled out some glasses.

"Now, a decision." Alder turned to Bruce. "I didn't plan for you Mr. Wayne but you can share Neal's."

"Alcohol?" Bruce questioned in a quick and high pitch which matched his 'Brucie' persona. "Are we celebrating something?"

Adler frowned at Bruce before turning back to Neal and Peter. "In those glasses is a combination of chloral hydrate, ethanol, and iced tea. It'll put you out until we get where we're going."

Peter and Neal shared a look. Neal felt Bruce shift back.

"We're not playing this game," Peter said. Neal ignored that and Bruce's slight incline of his head, agreeing with the agent.

"You might find the answers you're looking for," Adler said.

Neal knew there wasn't much of a choice. Adler had Alex. He had killed people to get them there. If this kept them alive and gave them information to stop him, it was worth it. Neal reached for the glass. He downed half of it before passing it to Bruce, his vision already fading and an arid taste in the back of his throat. He knew Bruce and Peter would take it. There was no way they would leave him to face Adler alone.

Neal woke to a stinging sensation on his face and dark eyes and hair swimming in his vision.

"Alex," he breathed in relief. He was glad she was okay.

"This is part of a plan, right?" she responded quickly. She was scared. "You let yourselves get caught, then the FBI rides to the rescue?"

"You got the first part right."

Peter nodded when Alex turned to him for confirmation.

"Where are we?" Bruce asked, reminding them that he was also present and lying on the ground near Peter. Neal did not enjoy the reminder that he was there.

"In a warehouse," Alex responded. "You're Bruce Wayne, aren't you? Why are you here?"

"Like you said, I let myself get caught," Bruce responded with a grin as he made his way to his feet. Neal was the only one who knew how true that was. Alex rolled her eyes and looked over at him with a disbelieving look. She was surprised to see Neal wasn't thinking the same and instead was keeping an careful eye on Bruce.

"Mr. Wayne. I hope you aren't thinking of involving yourself and doing something that gets us all killed," Alex said.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Bruce responded with his hands raised in the 'no weapons' position. "Although I am curious as to why we've been gathered."

"While I have no idea why you're here, I know why Neal is here and can take a guess at Peter," Alex said, motioning towards the window.

Sitting in the warehouse below them was a huge, grey, barnacle covered submarine.

"Yes, we found it," Adler said from the open door. He walked in, a bodyguard standing by his side. "Incredible, isn't it?"

"It's something," Neal muttered. Bruce was glaring at Adler's back.

Adler rambled about the history of the U-boat and how it's crew had to abandon it off the coast. He revealed that his father had been part of the crew, which explained how he knew it existed. Then he got to why Neal was there.

"The crew wired it with explosives and I need someone to disarm them and get in. Luckily, I have you Neal."

Neal frowned. "And if I refuse?"

Alder shrugged his shoulders. "You won't. I may have three hostages and you may say you're doing it to protect them, but we both know why you'll open it." He paused for dramatic effect. "You want to know what's inside." And, curse him, he was right.

Neal decided to just do what he wanted. Maybe Bruce could take care of Alder while he opened the submarine.

"I'm going to need some tools."

Neal managed to figure out what he believed was the way to get into the submarine. It was just him and Peter sitting on top of the sub with Bruce, Alex, Alder and his bodyguard friend standing in the room above them. They would hopefully be safe if Neal messed this up and it exploded.

He took a deep breath. "Peter."

"Yeah."

"Ready?"

Peter nodded and Neal cut the black wire to the lock control panel. The number pad lit up and a countdown timer flashed to life.

"That's a timer." Neal breathed in, trying to avoid panicking. They were still alive, nothing had blown up, he could do this. They just needed the password. It was connected to a legend.

"MIDAS!" Alex called over the intercom. "My grandfather told me to remember that story!"

Neal shrugged. It couldn't hurt. He keyed it in and the timer stopped. The submarine opened.

In unison, they breathed a sigh of relief. Neal grinned at Peter before climbing down. The hard part was over.

"If I see jars of fetuses with little black moustaches l'm turning around," Peter muttered as they made their way to the cargo hold.

"I don't think this is the one carrying the Hitler clones," Neal commented.

"Are you worried about Adler?" Peter asked. Adler was listening in on them, so he couldn't be specific. Was Neal worried about Bruce?

"No," Neal responded truthfully. Bruce could take care of himself.

They entered the hold and cracked open a box. It contained priceless pieces of lost art. Peter let loose a quiet curse from behind Neal. They opened another box and there was gold and jewels inside.

A literal treasure hoard.