DC Scenarios (Villains)

Meeting the Bookworm

Currently Looking to Hire an Assistant
Must be Intelligent, Well Versed, Cultured, and able to have Intelligent Conversations regarding various topics- mainly literature.
If interested, contact us at Wilde Lane 6518

Y/N looked at the peculiar ad in the job column. While it wasn't peculiar to see ads searching for capable thugs or henchmen in the Gotham Gazette, it was most peculiar to see an ad for a scholarly henchman- or henchwoman. However, she couldn't judge.

The recent graduate looked around her nearly bare apartment and the small stack of mail on her desk. After finally graduating college, Y/N found herself in a not-so-desirable financial situation. Her college debt was expected, of course but the ever-growing pile of bills only made things worse.

Tired, E/C eyes scanned through the job ads for something- anything that could help balance things out. She grew frustrated after not finding any possible leads. Most of the jobs offered were usually held by men, not that she minded but she knew her chances of getting hired were slim. Those jobs that were typically held by women had low salaries and Y/N needed a job that would solve her financial problems quickly.

Y/N looked back at the shady ad she first saw. All they required was a smart girl. There was no description of ever having to do anything too drastic. Not to mention, Y/N wasn't one to toot her own horn, but she definitely knew she was pretty bright. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence and deep thinking, Y/N grabbed her purse, freshly printed resumé, and a book.

Timeskip!

After quite the long drive, Y/N parked her car at what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse. She saw two other vehicles parked there- a van and another, rather odd-looking car. The young lady ignored the peculiarity and walked to the doors of the warehouse. She knocked on the large tin door three times.

"Hello?"

To her surprise, a hidden door viewer slammed open. Two bright, bespectacled brown eyes looked back at her, unamused by the dame on the other side of the door.

"I assume you're here for the job listing?"

Y/N nodded before snapping out of it and reaching into her satchel purse. "I've brought my resumé if you'd like to see-"

"Stop, my dear." Those brown eyes never shifted after said command.

"Stop?" She was confused. Was she already being booted out? Was she that bad?

"We won't be testing your experience or education, but we will be testing your knowledge in all things literary. We'll start with three questions. If you pass, you'll be considered for the position."

Y/N was relieved. It looked like she had this in the bag. She graduated with master's degrees in English and education. She should totally have this in the bag. Finally, she felt like things were looking up.

"First question: What is the name and publication date of Shakespeare's lost play."

Wow, this man had no time to waste. Y/N stumbled with her words a bit before finally spitting out the answer.

"The name of Shakespeare's lost play is Cardenio and it's alleged publication date is 1653."

"Correct. Why did Poe leave Richmond, Virginia a week before his untimely death", asked the mystery man.

"I know that one! He had to go to Philadelphia to edit a poetry collection!" Y/N was confident in her answers and it showed.

"Correct. Out of the few words that have been deciphered from the Voynich Manuscript, what two languages were they in?"

Now that was a tricky question. Y/N was certain she'd read of the Voynich manuscript but her memory was foggy. Was this job even worth it if she had to answer silly little questions like that?

Probably not but the stack of bills back in her apartment begged to differ.

"Were they in Latin and High German?"

The bespectacled man remained silent for a few seconds shutting the door viewer. Y/N was even more confused than when she first arrived. Did she pass? What happened next?

Y/N jumped back at the sound of the large, tin door sliding and slamming open. A man in an odd, brown...leathery looking suit greeting her with a grin. "Congratulations, my dear. You've passed the interview. The position is yours."

She couldn't believe it. It was all so surreal. Not the whole 'I-finally-got-a-job' bit, but the process of it all seemed so peculiar. "Why, thank you. It's nice to meet you, sir. My name is Y/N L/N."

Her new boss shook her hand firmly. "Well, Miss L/N, I'm Mr. Scarlet. It's lovely to meet you."