Danny, after he’s completely given up on his parents and his friends all decided that studies in other states was the best choice for them, he’s now decided to move himself. Amity park is pretty much calm now after he’s become the young king, and even if something was to come up, his ghosts would protect it on his behalf.
The city he’s decided on after a lot of research, searching best astrophysics schools in the country, was Gotham.
His big plan was to take on a job for a while to save up, then with the money from that he’d start school and maybe even apply to work with building rockets and other space programs. His constitution as a halfa officially killed his dream about actually going to space, since his health isn’t exactly his strongest feature.
Gotham was a cheap city sure, but that was also true because of its high unemployment rate. Most places that were stable to work at also had a high chance of being robbed, hijacked or becoming the center stage for a villainous plan.
Danny would have to think outside the box. What would a place like this need where he could have a stable income, make a lot of money and be able to keep his ghost self hidden
Ghost cleanup crew.
Gotham was a city where it was almost guaranteed that someone would break into your apartment at least once a year, that number times the amount of people that lived in Gotham, it was surefire way to keep having an income.
He could use his ghost powers to handle most of the heavy lifting, get help from his otherworldly pals to repair, or at least salvage some of the stuff, and for an extra tip, he might even be able to help locate where the stuff went.
Within his first day of putting up the advertisement, his entire week was already booked, it seems that since the apartment had already been raided, the people didn’t really see a reason not to try to save what was left.
Buuut it also only lasted a week before he was noticed by a certain group.
“You guys hear about the magic cleanup crew?” Jason asked out in the room one evening at the manor.
The rest of the family was in the middle of a rather fierce game of Uno. 4 weapons had already been confiscated. Bruce was calmly napping in his big chair, light snores filling the room whenever there was a break in the yelling.
Tim paused in his laying down cards to look at Jason. “You mean the one man cleaning crew that’s started up in the narrows?”
Of course the little creep knew of every new person in town. “Yea, I’ve heard from some of the guys in my crew that he’s some miracle worker. He’ll make your place look as close to new as possible after it’s been ransacked. In under a day too.”
Dick whooped as he laid down a green, stopping Duke’s win. “Bruce mentioned it on our last after-patrol-talk, the guy seems clean tho.”
Tim seemed mostly out of the game now and was glancing over at his tablet if he should look through his official notes on it. Something Jason knew he would do when he finally said his next piece of information. “Apparently he gives hints on who’s robbed the people too.” That seems to do it for most of them.
Dick halted in his track to once again switch colors, while Damian stopped his efforts to stab Steph under the table for her previous +2. “He’s telling people who robbing them? Does he have a death wish?” Duke said, following Tim’s movement with his eyes as the other finally moved to grab his tablet and pulling up the information.
Jason popped the gum he was chew on while looking up at the ceiling. “My guys also reported he was clean, but apparently he just knows.” The mystery was leaving a sour taste in his mouth.
A quiet settled over the group, slightly broken by the light breathing of Bruce’s sleeping. Even without saying it out loud, it calmed something in all of them to just hear him breathe. After a second Steph hummed and said “why don’t you guys just hire him then?” When all eyes turned to her she simply shrugged. “If he’s a cleanup crew, simply hire him and check him out. He seems to simply help people out if he’s clean, and if not, what better way to get a close look.”
“Jason’s place needs a loving hand too”
“Shut up Dickhead, at least my closet isn’t a chair in the corner.”
“If it works, it works” Dick stuck his tongue out but focused back on the matter at hand again. “It’s not a bad idea, it wouldn’t be unusual for our civilian places to be robbed and we wouldn’t just trust anyone.”
Eyes fell to Tim again, who simply blinked and began clicking “Guess we’re doing it like this then.”
