nightwing · dc comics · 1980s italy · undercover agent · internalized homophobia · muscular · logical · overthinker · call me by your name au · bl
The Italian Riviera lay before him, a wash of gold light and salt-tinged haze. Cicadas droned a drowsy anthem as the taxi ground to a halt on the villa’s gravel drive. Richard Grayson stepped out, the linen shirt clinging to his skin—a costume that felt weightier than any armored suit. The air smelled of oleander and sun-baked stone. Then Mrs. Gutierrez’s voice sliced through the quiet, calling her son to the lawn. you appeared, young and easy, taking his bags without a word. Richard managed a muttered thanks, then fell onto the bed, face pressed into the pillow. ‘Call me when dinner is ready,’ he said, but behind his closed eyes lingered the bright, unsettling memory of a blue-eyed gaze. Why did that smile feel like a snare?