When coming back from patrolling, Tim would take a deep breath of Gotham Marina's sea air. That familiar flavour was his reminder that he was back home, his home. He moved away from Bruce, needing more personal space, to settle on a houseboat. That was when the Murder shed⏤his boat's name given by Darcy⏤arrived in his life.

Tim arrived discreetly at the window of his place. He smiled, listening to the now familiar noises from his neighbours. He was a part of that community of people who lived on houseboats at the small port, all being close to each other. Tim met amazing people who welcomed and helped him to get used to his new life there. He even made friends. It felt like home.

As he stepped inside the boat, closing the back the window behind him, Tim noticed the familiar silhouette of his friend. He sighed, an amused grin playing on his lips. "You know, I don't remember buying you with my boat."

One of the new friends he met was on his couch. Tim wasn't surprised. It was a habit to see his friend in his boat whenever he came back home from patrolling. Sleeping in his houseboat, eating his food, and using his bathroom, the latter was basically squatting Tim's place.

"Maybe I should make you pay a rent?" Tim chuckled, more amused than mad. "But I really don't understand why you keep coming here. You've got your own houseboat. You're literally my next-boat neighbour!"

Tim walked at the coffee machine while tossing his Red Robin's mask to the side⏤his friend knew about his hero activities since the time where his friend showed up without warning in his boat while Tim was changing in his costume. He purred himself a coffee, taking a sip of the warm liquid. "Did you at least do some groceries? Because, really, you should at least do some chores since you're there all the times."

Despite everything, Tim got used to his friend's company. The boat was rather small for two, but it was enough, and he managed to make the place cosy.