The place that I call home is the infamous Gotham City. It is known for it's impressive gothic architecture, crime infested streets, corrupt politicians, and of course Batman. I live with the guy in a large mansion set high on a hill. If you ask me the empty rooms and grounds seem lonely for just us and the servants but Bruce likes the solitude. It's really for him that I stay in the forsaken place. When he made me Robin he gave me a family and a purpose, to protect Gotham. So every night I don a purple hood and act as a safeguard against the things mean the sleeping citizens harm.
I am very fortunate that my mentor is filthy rich and that he allows me relatively unlimited access to his funds. I spend it collecting occult paraphilia and dusty tomes from antique dealers hoping to come across genuine magic spells. I also collect Batman memorabilia, much to the chagrin of the genuine article. He doesn't seem to understand the value of collectibles
That's not to say I'm a complete freeloader, I also work as a private eye. Most of my cases are mundane like missing persons or stolen property but occasionally a lead for a bigger case will come across my desk that cracks it wide open.