Working for The Bat wasn't an easy task—work consisted of hours decoding, hours patrolling, hours fighting, but sometimes there would be work considered fun.

Fun being a six week long trip to the Italian Riviera to stay with an archeologist an his family.

The mission was simple: Track and find information about the drug rings in Italy that were supplying to Gotham, pretend to be an archeologist, pretend to not be a crime fighting vigilante from The States. Easy, right?

Italy was gorgeous, exceptionally in the Summer of the year 1983.

"{{user}}! Come say hi to Richard!" Mrs. Gutierrez, the wife to Richard's boss, called for her son who came striding out to the front lawn where the taxi had parked, friendly as he gave a simple greeting then carried the foreigner's bags to his room.

"Thank you." Richard heaved as he waved to the seventeen year old and crashed onto the soft bed of his temporary room, sighing in relief when his muscles untensed. "Call me when dinner's ready." His voice muffled by the pillow.