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Art is Anything

'Art is anything you can get away with.' Andy Warhol

Bane had considered canceling or at the very least postponing the business trip Robin had reminded him of with his parting shot. Hikaru Saito would not be pleased, but then they both knew that his insistence that they meet up, and on the other man's turf, had nothing to do with business and everything to do with the personal. Frankly he hadn't expected the older man to wait this long before demanding an audience with him concerning his relationship with Robin. But Saito was very good at doing the unexpected, and it seemed that he'd wanted time to observe before risking Bane's wrath by stepping in before it was needed. Apparently it was now judged to be needed. But leaving for Japan now made it look like he was not only at Saito's beck and call, but worse, was afraid or avoiding Robin's recently arrived in Gotham twin. Of the two of them Saito was the more obvious threat, while Arthur's opinion of him would no doubt matter more in Robin's opinion. He also wouldn't discounting Arthur as a threat to his person until they'd met in person, though of the two Bane leaned more towards Robin being the most inclined towards violence.

Saito was the biggest threat of the three of them though, and was in a position to cause his foreign interests and businesses serious, and at least short term damage if he chose. So better to face him now and draw their lines in the sand, so to speak. He wasn't willing to give Robin up before he was good and ready, but assuring Saito that his intentions were-honorable wasn't the right word. Not by a long shot. But Bane had no intention of causing his little bird harm, and that should be enough to keep Saito out of his personal business. And a face to face conversation was the best way to convey both points.

Ergo he was resigned to the trip by the time his car came to a stop, dropping him off outside his door. It would wait there for him while he went inside to shower, change, and retrieve his luggage before the drive to the airport where he'd be taking his personal plane to Japan.

Bane had just started up the stairs from the first floor to the second when his phone went off, the number that appeared on the screen not one he recognized. Private caller. But a Gotham area code. Intrigued enough to pick up, Bane's eyebrows rose a little when his 'Hello' was answered in a familiar voice.

"Hello, Mr. Bane."

For a moment Bane thought it was Robin using another phone, that thought discarded just as quickly. He knew how his bird sounded when he spoke to him. And if it wasn't Robin than the most likely person was...

"Arthur."

"Very good. Though the different number and lack of sex in my voice probably gave it away. I apologize for my timing, I know you have a flight to catch soon and your schedule's tight."

"I have a few minutes. What can I do for you?"

"I need to find out the location of someone. I was hoping you could help with that. I have two pieces of information that benefit you to pass along in return."

Interesting. "Who is this someone?"

"An inmate in a high security Russian prison. Or at least official records say he's there. The warden and several other sources say he's there too, and currently in solitary. But I don't think he's there, and you've made a certain high-ranking member of Putin's inner circle your bitch."

Even more interesting. Especially since very few individuals, all in HIS own inner circle, knew about that. Unless the Russian in question had been stupid enough to blab it to someone else about the predicament he'd found himself in. Which was very unlikely. If the information Bane held over the man's head had become public knowledge in criminal circles the Russian would be dead. And the death would not have been quick and painless. The father in law of said piece of trash would have seen to it personally.

"And what makes you think that-"

"Don't waste my time. Yes or no?"

It was a brave man that interrupted him, even over the phone. But for now Bane was willing to let it go. To a degree, anyway.

"How do I know your information is worth the trouble?"

"You don't. But you also have nothing to lose by doing this. You won't owe the Russian anything. He's your bitch as long as he lives."

True. "You said two pieces of information for the price of one. Give me one now and if it's worth it, I'll find out one way or another where this man is."

A pause.

"That hideous painting you have in your bedroom on your left wall. Remove it. Your chances of keeping my brother in that room, much less getting lucky, will significantly decrease if he sees it. As it is I don't know what you were thinking. I'd replace it with the Vermeer in your guest room three doors down."

Everything about Bane went still and quiet for a moment. "And how would you know that?"

"My brother and I have similar tastes in art. I know what he likes."

"That's not what I meant."

"That's the only answer I'm going to give you." Was Arthur's response. "Now deal or no deal?"

Tabling the fact that maybe, just maybe Arthur Blake had someone managed to break into his house, get past all his security, and wander the premises at his leisure sometime that day, Bane forced his voice to remain cool and level as he asked what Arthur's business was with this individual.

"He's a threat I want to make sure remains contained. Now if you're not going to-shit. One moment."

While Robin's twin focused on something else Bane picked up his strides and headed straight for his bedroom, noting immediately that the door open. He'd left it closed that morning.

Stepping inside Bane's eyes took in every detail, searching and scanning for some sort of sign or disturbance that would signal that someone had been inside the room. Had come in and touched his things and...and nothing looked out of place. Everything was as he'd left it.

Looking again Bane's eyes fell on the suit he'd left out on the bed that morning before he'd left for work, wanting everything laid out for him when he returned to change for his flight. The tie was wrong. He'd set out a light brown one with a darker brown pinstripe. The tie now set out by the suit was a steel grey with a hint of blue in its hue.

Thoughts turning to what else the bastard might have gotten into Bane had just started back towards the door, his home office his ultimate destination, when Arthur's voice came back over the phone.

"Nevermind. I found him. And so we're clear, only an idiot would go into your office, electronics, or any of your safes. I'm not an idiot. You just need to remember that there's nowhere I can't get into if I set my mind to it. So be good to my big brother. Or I won't play nice next time."

Click

The bastard had hung up on him.

No matter. He'd deal with him soon enough. He had safes and computers to check out.

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Back in the day he and Arthur had scared the fuck out of their father's fellow cops whenever they'd come to the precinct to visit. The other men and women wouldn't hear or see them come in and then they'd suddenly be there, as if from thin air. It had always amused the hell out of them, watching the 'hardened' cops freak out. Not that that was why they'd done it of course. At least not in the beginning. In the beginning it had been all about their training. They'd been trained not to be seen. Not to make a sound. To blend in and move with the ebb and flow of a room. Become part of it. Standing out got you killed. Being spotted got you killed. Reveal nothing.

It had taken time, and effort, to learn how to let themselves be noticed.

Still, even if Arthur had employed every method they'd been taught to remain invisible Blake would have still known the moment his twin stepped into the room.

Looking up from his desk Blake smiled in greeting, watching Arthur weave through the desks and nod at their occupants if they were in house. Most weren't. Shift change was due to happen in...eight minutes according to the bottom of his computer screen. How time did fly when you were not having fun. Damn paperwork.

"Hey."

"Hey. Almost done?"

"Yup. Just finishing the decimation of a few more forest with all this crap." Blake glared at it for added emphasis. "I spent most of the day in court. Surprise, surprise they didn't get to me. The fucking lawyers bollocked things up again."

Arthur smirked at him. "Bollocked? You've been spending too much time with Eames."

"I like the way it sounds. Where is he, by the way?"

"Waiting in the car. You know cop shops make him nervous." Arthur smiled as he said it, keeping it in place even as he tacked on his news in a voice low enough for his twin's ears only. "Baby Tiger is out of Russia. I was able to find him on video footage in Vienna. At an airport."

"Shit." Swiping a hand through his already mushed and messy hair Blake didn't ask if Arthur was sure. Arthur would have made sure.

"I couldn't find feed of where he was going."

"But odds are..."

"Yes."

Resisting the urge to punch something, and it was tempting as fuck, Blake took a calming breath and then pushed back his seat as he got to his feet with a small, bitten off groan. His work chair was crap too. His poor, aching back. Especially after that tackle earlier. Fuck but was he feeling it now.

"What did you do to your side?" Arthur asked.

Pausing in the act of retrieving his coat from his torture devise slash chair, Blake shrugged. "Just some road rash. I took down a dirt stupid street thief outside the courtroom today. Shirt didn't fare so well." He hadn't been wearing the jacket then either. He'd left it on the bench when he'd gone after the little shit currently in lockup somewhere. The tackle and slide had ripped a hole down one side along his ribs and along the sleeve a little too. Sucked, but the jacket had hid the rips well enough. Not that it had really mattered since he hadn't gotten a chance to testify.

Shrugging the jacket on before Arthur could come over to look and fuss, Blake pasted a smile identical to the one his brother had worn earlier as he called out good night to everyone and then followed Arthur out of the room and down a series of hallways in silence until they reached a miraculously empty elevator.

Only when the doors closed behind them did Arthur speak up again. In Chinese.

"Your boyfriend is pissed at me."

"Why?"

"He has no fashion sense. And a painting in his bedroom was hideous."

Shit. Why had he not seen this coming? Right. Bane Brain. Shit.

"If I don't get laid because of this I'm going to be pissed off. Especially if I have to kill him." If he had to choose of course he would pick his brother. But Blake thought he deserved to be a little bitter about it. Especially if he didn't get to see Bane naked at least once.

"Relax. I just showed him my teeth a little."

"A little?"

"I didn't touch his electronics. Or safes. Though I'm ninety five percent sure I found them all. He needs to do better there."

This called for a palm to his forehead.

"I was also going to bribe him to help us find out where our problem was...then I did it without his help. He doesn't have our target's name, by the way. Just that I was looking for it in Russia."

Opening his mouth to ask why, Blake silently answered his own question as he closed it. Because if Arthur had planted the seeds that this guy was a potential threat to them...Bane might have eliminated him since he considered Blake 'His' at the moment. Thus keeping their hands clean so that if the body showed up or news of the man's death reached Gotham they could honestly tell their father they hadn't done it. Their father frowned on murder, however justified.

"Any other happy news?"

Arthur gave him an exaggerated, thoughtful look. "No."

"Well that's good."

Pulling out his phone Blake accessed Bane's number and then quickly sent the man a text to try and smooth things over a little. If he remembered correctly Bane should be in the air at this point, which was turning out to be a good thing since that would give the no doubt very pissed off badass time to calm down before he actually met Arthur in the flesh. Unfortunately it would also give Bane time to plan his revenge, which could be bad. Very bad. Ergo Blake figured he should start with a bribe.

'If I give you a full body massage with a guaranteed happy ending will you promise not to be mean to my little brother when you meet him?'

Bane's reply came within seconds.

'He deserves to be punished.'

Well that didn't sound good. Also he didn't like thinking of his sorta boyfriend 'punishing' his twin. It just...yeah. No.

'Let Eames and I do that. We're really good at it.'

No response.

And okay, that phrasing was now putting images in his head that Blake also didn't want there. Or in Bane's head either.

'We're really good at annoying him. And he was just being protective of me. Like you'd be if Barsad was dating someone you thought was dangerous.'

'Barsad can take care of himself.'

Just for that Blake was tempted to get into a fight with Barsad just so that he could kick the other man's ass. Which wasn't fair since so far he actually liked Bane's friend...so no, he wouldn't beat the man up. Probably. And they had arrived on the first floor without being smothered by all the other cops heading out. Bonus.

Thankfully he could both text and walk competently.

'I don't need Arthur protecting me. It's just what family does.' Which was true.

'Barsad isn't my family.'

'He's the closest thing you have to family.' At least as far as he knew.

That earned a telling silence before Bane responded.

'We will discuss it in person.'

Okay. That didn't sound too bad, Robin thought as his brother took his arm and used it to shepherd them down a hallway.

'Call me when you ge-'

Survival instinct had Blake looking up in the midst of his texting to see that Bane wasn't on his way to Japan like he was supposed to be. Nope, his man was waiting for him right in front of his usual exit with crossed arms and wearing a truly impressive death glare that had Blake immediately putting himself in front of his twin. Or trying to. Arthur wasn't the hide behind him sort so they were in the midst of trying to get their shoulder in front of the other when Bane interrupted their sibling love demonstration.

"Enough. I didn't come for your brother. I came for you, Robin. You will come with me now."

"To...?"

"The airport."

Blake was pretty sure that it didn't need to be stated, but just in case it did...

"I can't go to Japan with you."

"Just to the airport."

"I'll come too."

Bane spoke in perfect tandem with him as they both told his brother "No."

Arthur's response was to prove Bane wasn't the only one who could cross his arms and look like one badass motherfucker. Though they were naturally cute which made it slightly less intimidating than Bane's.

Bane obviously didn't find it intimidating as he met Arthur's glare easily. "I would not punish him for your behavior. I will deal with you another time."

"Ah. No. You won't. Cause if you harm a hair on my baby brother's head I will beat your fine ass."

The look Bane gave him would have pissed Blake off if not for the fact that it was totally to his advantage for Bane to think Blake didn't stand a physical chance against him in a fight. And okay, it did irk a little.

"We can discuss this in the car."

"Fine." And knowing his brother Blake turned to look at Arthur reassuringly, even though he sorta agreed that his twin had asked for trouble by baiting Bane so deliberately. "You can follow and give me a ride back. If you think you have to."

"There's no need for that. My driver will deliver you-"

"We'll follow you. Thanks. Let's go."

For a moment it looked like Bane would argue, but his man wasn't stupid. He obviously sensed that Arthur was at least as stubborn as Blake was. The question of which of them was more stubborn was something their family had debated for years now. It really all depended on circumstances.

So they headed out together, Blake very deliberately wedging himself between the two of them.

Just in case.