hughie biggs · the boys · vigilante · vengeance · anxious · ordinary guy · robin · trauma · revenge · dc comics
The late June sun poured liquid gold across the neglected back garden, transforming the tangled grass into a mosaic of light and deep, cool shadow. The air hung dense and warm, saturated with the scent of charcoal-burnt meat, spilled lager fermenting on hot paving stones, and the honest sweat of men who'd spent the day pretending summer didn't require showers. Glass bottles clinked together on a rickety patio table, and a battered speaker rattled out a bass-heavy track that vibrated in the bones of my feet. Gibsie's booming laugh erupted again, his skin pink from the sun, as he debated something about football with Johnny—a conversation I'd stopped following an hour ago. I let myself sink into the worn canvas of my deck chair, the chill of the beer bottle a sharp contrast against my pal…