A/N Thanks for your reviews and support.

Brandy Nelson: thanks for your review, my friend. New York is about to get a lot more exciting that's for sure. Unpredictable bat family and a CIA agent that just wants his life to return to normal. He is beginning to realize that you cannot hide from your past forever.

Neal's POV

Running a hand through his hair he went up the stairs to his apartment. The day had been average once Kramer had left. The fact that the agent who was dead set on putting him in jail or on a flight to DC worried him.

Something had happened that made Kramer back off. Or at the very make it look like he was back off. Not many people could do that and as far as he knew none of them were New York.

Worry ate at his mind but he did his best to push it to the side. With Kramer out of the way, he could finally find out if he received his commutation. It wouldn't change his day to day activities. Working with Peter had given him a purpose that was missing. With or without his anklet he would still work for the FBI.

As he stood in front of his apartment door he hesitated. He didnt know if he could face Matt right now. The man would have questions and he didnt have all of the answers.

Part of him felt like he would be betraying Orion if he told Matt about him. From what he understood the man was considered to be dead by the CIA. If his own experiences taught him anything though; it was that just because you are declared dead doesn't mean you stay that way.

When Peter told him to go home Neal decided to wander instead. He hoped if he was on the edge of his radius that Orion might drop by. The entire time he wandered he kept an eye out for a tail.

It was all for naught. In the several hours that he had been wandering or stopping in different stores there wasnt a tail. There was no contact made by Orion either.

The plan wasnt thought out or very smart of him. If Wilkes really was in town then the man could have kidnapped him. Again... the only real protection he had at the moment was the Intersect in his head. It wouldn't be much help considering he didnt even know how to use it.

It was almost dark now that he was back at June's. He didnt feel any better than when he left the FBI.

With a sigh, he pushed on the door only to find it locked. A frown marred his face. His door shouldn't be locked. He kept it unlocked unless June wasnt going to be home. Even then it wasn't often that he locked it.

Pulling out his keys he quietly unlocked the door. He almost wished he had allowed Matt to put a field box in here. He knew that Matt and Mozzie would not have locked the door. So whoever was in here wasnt one of his friends. That left Casey, Cass, or Selina. He truly hoped it was Selina. Already he was tired of dealing with Casey and Cass.

Cautiously he entered his own apartment. His eyes scanning the room as he entered. What he saw made him freeze halfway in.

Two familiar dark-haired men in his kitchen. The older of the two was Jason Todd who was glancing through his wine collection. At six years his junior Jason was more muscular and about three inches taller than Neal. Even when they were growing up the younger boy always seemed to be taller than him.

Neal made a note to check that everything was still there when they left. Jason had a tendency to take things that weren't his.

The younger who should only be 18 now was Timothy Drake. Out of all his siblings he was closest to Tim and Damien. They were the youngest of his brother's were the most like him.

It took him a long moment for him to figure out why they were there. Cass must have given his message to Tim instead of leaving to check it out herself.

Tim was the first to break the stunned silence, "Dick? So the file was real?"

Neal sighed as removed his jacket and loosened his tie, "It was. If something was to happen to me I wanted you guys to know."

He had the feeling that they only had gotten through to the first reports. That was his life as Neal Caffery and how he became a thief. There was a secondary set of files that were hidden with a deeper encryption. He didn't keep up with his computer skills but that didnt mean he didnt have a few tricks. The one he used he learned from Chuck back at Stanford. As far as he knew only the two of them knew how to break it.

Still, his escapades as Neal Caffery were enough to warrant attention. With how many times he had been shot and or shot at they would want to drag him back to Gotham. Specifically to drag him in front of Bruce.

Whether Dick or Neal he was not ready to face his adoptive father. Bruce would immediately notice the time gap between when he left and joining the FBI. The skill discrepancies would raise even more red flags. Questions he couldn't answer would be raised. It would be enough for Neal to consider running again. That was the last thing he wanted. Not when he was so close to getting his life on track.

The silence between the three brothers was defeating. Where they had once been closer than blood they were now divided. He honestly did miss the days were they were carefree. Or as carefree as one could get being apart of the vigilantes.

Neal greeted finally breaking the silence, "Tim, Jason."

Jason growled, "Grayson. Do you realize how much trouble you caused by disappearing?"

Neal's lips twitched in what could have been a smile if it had been years before. That carefree part of him that gave true smiles so easily died when he betrayed Chuck. If that hadn't completely ended it dying twice had.

Neal faked being carefree around Peter and Mozzie. It was good practice for the conman. He knew they both suspected that behind his smiles was pain but they didnt press. Pressing him they knew would only cause him to shut himself off even more.

"What happened to you, Dick?" Came Tim's soft question.

Neal's hand went through his hair again. That was a loaded question and one he didnt really know how to answer.

He answered tiredly, "That is such a loaded question. You are only here because you were able to crack the encryption on my first file."

Tim looked over at Jason and then asked, "There's more?"

A self-deprecating laugh escaped him. More? The file began at his time as Neal. There was some basic information from his time as Bryce but without names. Most of it was about computer skills and that he spent some time in college. He didnt go into details about the college.

Tim said his eyes widening within knowing, "You meant for us to find the file," Jason sucked in a breath, "It was a decoy for the real file that holds everything."

Never let it be said that Tim a detective like the rest. His analytical made worked differently than the rest. In his mind, he took in everything he saw and figured the most likely scenarios. The rest of them took several minutes. For Tim it only took seconds. It was what made him special.

Jason growled, "What the hell were you thinking disappearing like that for a decade?"

Neal glared at the taller man. There was no reason for him to answer that. They didnt need him then and they certainly didnt need him now. The White Collar unit did need help and he had the ability to help them. It was the path he had chosen and he didnt regret it.

Neal snapped back, "It's not like anyone..."

Anything that he would have said was interrupted by his door being thrown open. Matt stepped in his eyes searching the room for any threats. Neal saw the way his hands went towards where his sidearm was hidden.

When they landed on Neal they immediately searched for wounds. With as much time he spent with the older man it was the only way he knew of what each look meant. Something had happened and whatever it was he wasnt going to like what Matt had to say.