Closets of Backlogged

Tim, through traveling for Wayne Enterprises or as Robin or Red Robin, had been to many major metropolitan areas but none could match his home. Sure he had grown up in Bristol where his nearest neighbor was miles away and the air was mostly clear but he had spent many of his nights in the miasma of smog and fear gas and joker toxin that made up the musk of Gotham. It was a smell that lingered on his skin, a perfume that had burned itself into every iota of him but it was home. It was his lifeblood.