DC Heroes in Marvel

"Do you want to deal with me?"

Max growled as the electric currents around his body surged like boiling water. Arcs of electricity crackled and danced across his skin, burning his clothes into tattered strips. 

Only a pair of trousers remained intact, barely hanging onto his waist, preserving a shred of decency.

"With just you?!" he snarled, his twisted face contorted in fury.

Gripping his hand into a fist, Max sent a shockwave of electricity shooting forward, like an arrow loosed from a bow, aimed directly at Anton.

Anton stood motionless, letting the deadly shockwave rush toward him.

Boom!

The electric blast roared past, scorching a few strands of hair near Anton's ears. 

At the same time, the fire truck behind him bore the brunt of the attack—the tires exploded instantly, and the entire vehicle collapsed into a mangled wreck, paralyzed on the spot.

Max's face darkened further at the sight.

Anton remained unshaken, his expression calm, almost bored. He simply stood there, watching Max's outburst with no trace of fear or concern.

This was not the reaction Max had hoped for. He had deliberately avoided striking Anton directly, hoping to see at least a flicker of fear in his eyes. 

But Anton's unflinching demeanor only enraged him further.

"Damn it! Damn it!" Max roared, his fury spiraling out of control.

To Max, Anton's calmness—and even his slight smile—was the ultimate provocation.

"You're dead! I'll kill you!" Max bellowed.

Electricity surged in his palm as he conjured a spear of pure lightning. His eyes burned with murderous intent. This time, there would be no holding back.

He raised the lightning spear high, intending to pierce Anton's chest and fry his body until it was nothing more than charred remains.

Anton, however, didn't even spare him a glance. Instead, he casually reached for the fire truck's hose.

Not far away, Harry and Venom exchanged puzzled looks.

Venom seemed as baffled as ever, but Harry's eyes lit up. He understood Anton's plan.

Blinded by rage, Max remained oblivious to the danger. With the lightning spear ready, he charged at Anton, already imagining the regret and pain on Anton's face as he struck him down.

But Anton calmly released the buckle on the fire hose.

Water surged from the nozzle with explosive force, blasting Max squarely in the chest.

Zi zi zi zi zi!

Max froze. He realized too late that something was wrong.

His body—a living battery capable of generating 10 million volts—had encountered its natural nemesis: water.

The circuits in his body shorted out immediately. His lightning spear dissolved into thin air as his body convulsed violently. The shock overwhelmed him, and he collapsed to the ground, twitching uncontrollably.

Though his mutant physiology ensured he wouldn't die from the short circuit, the overwhelming flow of water rendered him completely unconscious.

Anton turned off the water, neatly coiling the hose before turning back to Harry and Venom.

"See? Told you he was easy to deal with," Anton said with a shrug, as if the entire encounter had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

Harry and Venom stared at him in silence, too stunned to respond.

Needless to say, Venom was completely stunned. He hadn't expected that after all the trouble they'd had battling Max, such a difficult opponent could be taken down so effortlessly by Anton with nothing more than a pipe full of water.

As for Harry, even though he had an inkling of what Anton intended when he picked up the fire hose, he still didn't anticipate the battle ending in such an anticlimactic manner.

"As expected of you," Venom finally said, nodding. A rare expression of admiration flickered across his less-than-graceful face. 

Then, he retracted into Eddie's body, revealing Eddie in his place.

Harry removed the mask of his biological armor, exposing his true face. Staring at Anton, he gave a small nod of respect, a glimmer of admiration in his eyes.

"As expected of Batman's comrade-in-arms!" he said, regaining his composure and offering genuine praise.

The relationship between Anton and Batman had always been shrouded in mystery. 

Some believed Anton was Batman, while others insisted he was merely an ally. Osborne, as one of the few forces privy to more details, found themselves even more confused the more they learned.

Most people no longer thought of Anton as Batman himself but agreed he was undoubtedly Batman's spokesperson. 

With that in mind, Harry wasn't entirely surprised by Anton's performance—it was exactly what he'd come to expect from someone in his position.

"I'll go help Tony Stark first," Harry said, glancing at Max's unconscious form on the ground. "Thanks for keeping an eye on him."

"No problem," Anton replied with a nod. "I think the New York Police Department will be here soon."

Whoosh!

Without another word, Harry stepped onto his flying skateboard and soared into the sky, heading toward the battlefield where Iron Man was fighting Whiplash.

Soon enough, the sound of sirens echoed in the distance as the New York Police Department arrived at the scene.

Trailing behind their cars was a peculiar truck with the words Turtle Chariot painted on the side.

"What!"

A sharp, dramatic voice suddenly rang out in the now-quiet space. "Is the fight over already?"

Boom!

The truck's side door burst open, and several familiar figures tumbled out. After performing a few flashy flips and poses, the Ninja Turtles locked eyes on Max, who was sprawled unconscious on the ground. 

They froze in place.

Aside from the police, there were only three other figures present: Anton, Eddie, and the man with dark blue skin lying motionless on the ground.

"Damn!" Michelangelo exclaimed, annoyed. "Are we late again?"

"Nope," Anton replied, pointing toward the dwindling fireworks in the distance. "The fight's still going on over there. If you run fast, you might catch the second round."

"Go!"

"Let's go!"

The four turtles didn't hesitate, exchanging glances before dashing off toward the distant battlefield. At their speed, they could make it there in minutes.

Michelangelo, grinning with excitement, waved his hand. A flame-throwing skateboard zipped over from the roof of the Tortoise Chariot.

Eddie's eyes widened in recognition. The design seemed oddly familiar, though it clearly wasn't an Osborne product.

"That's mickey's new equipment," George Stacy, chief of the NYPD, said with a chuckle. He had noticed Eddie's curious gaze and decided to explain.

Whoosh!

Before Stacy could say more, the turtles had jumped onto the skateboard together.

"Shit!" Michelangelo shouted, his face contorted in panic. "You guys are too heavy!"

The overloaded skateboard wobbled dangerously, tilting side to side as it struggled to stay airborne.

"Hahahaha! We're coming!" Michelangelo yelled, his fear replaced by laughter as they wobbled off toward the battlefield.

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