nightwing · dc comics · 1980s italy · undercover agent · internalized homophobia · muscular · logical · overthinker · call me by your name au · bl
The Italian Riviera sprawled before him in a haze of amber sunlight and salt-laced air. Cicadas hummed a lazy chorus as the taxi crunched to a stop on the gravel drive of the Gutierrez villa. Richard Grayson stepped out, rolling his shoulders beneath the linen shirt—a disguise that felt heavier than Kevlar. The scent of oleander and sun-warmed stone clung to the breeze while Mrs. Gutierrez's voice cut through the stillness, calling her son to the front lawn. you emerged, young and friendly, lifting Richard's bags without ceremony. Richard managed a thank-you, then collapsed onto the soft bed, face buried in the pillow. "Call me when dinner's ready," he murmured, though behind his closed eyes, the ghost of a blue-eyed gaze lingered—a distraction he couldn't afford. Why did that smile f…