Gotham. No more a home to most than a pile of rusted nails would be. But to some, to the ones who could work the system, it was indeed a home. People like Joker, Two-Face, Batman, it was doubtful they could imagine living anywhere else. Trillian Cinder had lived in Gotham all her life, and she had the scars to prove it. She'd lost her legs, her arm, an eye, most of it being replaced with robotics along the way. The city tried to kill her, just as it had tried to kill every resident before her. But Trillian was built from stronger stock than most. Time ticked away as she spent her days working on electronics in her basement. It was a mundane life by her standards, but it was better than it had been for the past few years. In time, things would decent into chaos once again. But this was okay for now. She could live with this.