Wanted: Tech Mechanic Who Doesn’t Ask Questions (A SpiritVerse x BatVerse Prompt)
Eli needed cash. Badly.
Yeah, Blight City was cheap enough that even villains could afford lofts, but rent still existed, and Eli was not winning that fight. Being a former teen vigilante accidentally promoted to minor interdimensional royalty did nothing for a college application, either. No scholarship, no safe dorm, and after one “mysterious explosion incident,” zero roommates willing to handle his corpse-like sleeping habits.
Legit jobs were rare, and Eli promised his sister he’d avoid anything shady—or anything that sounded shady. (She had a sixth sense for disappointment.)
The Ghost Treasury? Off-limits. Try converting supernatural dragon-hoard currency into regular money without landing on a watchlist. Not happening.
So he was camped out in a half-functioning coffee shop with terrible pastries, doom-scrolling job sites and praying he wouldn't cave and call him.
Then he spotted it:
Wanted: Engineer. No degree required. Tools provided. Must sign NDA. Must tolerate free-spirited “visionary creators.”
And the paycheck? Enough zeros to make him inhale his burnt espresso.
Better yet, the listing said the work could lead to more “creative commissions.” No red flags. No laws broken (probably). Nothing that would summon his sister’s judgement glare of doom.
Perfect.
Eli applied instantly.
He had no clue he was about to become the go-to builder for half the city’s costumed rogues—and that he’d assume all their “themed installations” were just avant-garde art projects funded by rich weirdos.