DC Heroes in Marvel

Wayne Company, the Gate

Anton led John into the company, where they met the old man. Anton briefed him on the current situation, but the old man remained expressionless, showing no hint of panic.

Some people grow more fearful of danger as they age, while others become desensitized to it. The old man belonged to the latter category.

He had offended many in his lifetime yet lived comfortably until now. Few things could truly unsettle him. 

After understanding the circumstances, he asked Anton, "So, it's better for John and me to stay in Washington for a while longer? Under military protection, until this incident is resolved?"

"Yes," Anton replied, his tone carrying a hint of menace. "I'll handle it quickly and won't delay you for long."

"Very well. I'll communicate with secretary Keller and try to extend our stay," the old man nodded.

"Secretary Keller," Anton added, "I'll send him an email in the name of Batman. That should buy you enough time to remain until the situation is resolved."

He glanced around. "By the way, where's Phil?"

"He's in the weapons showroom."

Wayne Company, Interior – Weapons Showroom

Phil was examining the latest high-tech weapons developed by Wayne Enterprises. As a full member of the Justice League, he was privy to many inside secrets.

For example, Wayne's advanced technology didn't originate from Earth. Much of it came from another galaxy—specifically, the planet Cybertron, home to the Transformers.

The weapons technology provided by the Transformers far exceeded Earth's capabilities. Even so, most of what Phil was seeing now consisted of discarded Cybertronian tech—obsolete by their standards. 

After all, technology that's hundreds of years ahead of Earth's is more akin to magic.

Phil focused on practicality. He chose a laser sword to pair with his armor and selected a special energy firearm. 

This weapon, powered by an energy magazine, could fire hundreds of shots before needing a reload. In combat, running out of ammunition was almost a non-issue.

With these additions, along with his goblin suit and the cryogun Donatello had given him, Phil's arsenal had reached an advanced level. He was no less equipped than Harry Osborn, the head of Oscorp.

Of course, Harry's advantage lay in his symbiote-based biological armor. 

Unlike the re-engineered Green Goblin armor, the biological suit was adaptive, responding to the wearer's thoughts and far exceeding the capabilities of conventional tech.

Crackle! Zzzzz!

Just as Phil finished gearing up, he heard a sharp crackle of electricity. He turned to see sparks flying from a power connector.

"A short circuit?" he muttered, startled. But as he stared at the bright flashes, a sense of unease gripped him.

BOOM!

Suddenly, every connected interface erupted in bursts of electricity. The terrifying currents surged like a river, coalescing into a humanoid form in midair.

"This…"

Phil froze, watching as the figure took shape—a being made entirely of electricity. Recognition hit him immediately.

"Electro!"

As an employee of the Daily Bugle and Eddie Brock's apprentice, Phil had learned a lot from Eddie. He knew exactly who this was.

"Electro, Max Dillon—it's you!"

Phil's expression grew serious as he quickly ran to the side, grabbing the box he was carrying. He confirmed his attire.

Click, crack!

The box unfolded, revealing a hovering skateboard. Simultaneously, the box attached itself to Phil's body, transforming into his hobgoblin armor.

"Oh, it's you..."

Max Dillon—Electro—hovered mid-air, suspended by crackling currents. His blue, electrified skin gave him an otherworldly, unsettling appearance. 

Despite having served time in prison, he clearly recognized Phil after his transformation.

"Superhero... hobgoblin!"

Electro's cold eyes locked onto Phil. Suspended high above, he sneered.

"You superheroes are all the same!" he spat, bitterness and anger radiating off him.

Whoosh!

Electro unleashed a lightning shockwave.

BOOM!

Phil dodged just in time. The shockwave hit the wall behind him, leaving it shattered with spiderweb-like cracks spreading to the corners. 

If the weapon showroom hadn't been reinforced, the attack would have blown a massive hole through the structure.

But Electro wasn't done. He waved his hands, sending a barrage of electric shockwaves that erupted one after another. The entire room shook violently, and even the building itself began to tremble.

"Damn it," Phil muttered, dodging continuously while firing back.

Electro darted through the room with lightning speed, leaving Phil unable to lock onto him.

"Oops!"

Phil's face fell as a horrifying thought struck him—Anton's family was still in the building.

He paused briefly, scanning the room, but Electro had already disappeared. Realizing his foe had gone elsewhere, Phil's expression darkened. He quickly activated his communicator.

Wayne Company – Building Interior

The entire building trembled slightly. Employees who were still working looked around in panic, mistaking the tremors for an earthquake.

Beep, beep, beep!

The old man's phone rang. He frowned and answered, listening intently.

"Voltage failure in the weapons equipment room," came the report.

He turned to Anton. "Phil is still in there."

Just then, Anton's phone buzzed. He picked it up—it was Phil.

"Boss, it's Electro! He attacked me, and he's still in the building!" Phil reported, his voice strained and breathless.

"Understood. Be careful. Come join us immediately," Anton ordered before hanging up.

Without hesitation, Anton strode to the office fire alarm.

SMASH!

He punched through the glass cover and pulled the alarm.

Beep, beep, beep!

The shrill siren echoed throughout the building, spreading panic among the remaining employees.

Building Defense Measures

Sprinklers activated, misting the air as water began to rain down from the ceiling. While the water wouldn't completely neutralize Electro, it could at least hinder his movements.

The building filled with fog-like mist as Anton assessed the situation.

The old man's bodyguard, the legendary killer of New York, John Wick—who shared the same name as John—rushed into the office.

"Is there a problem?" he asked, his voice steady but his expression tense. Sensing the shift in the situation, he gripped Wayne's latest energy gun, his face vigilant and ready.

"You stay here and protect the two of them," Anton ordered, his tone firm. "Phil will be here soon. Leave the rest to me."

Without waiting for a response, Anton turned and strode out of the office.

"Anton!"

The old man said nothing, but John—Anton's father—couldn't help himself. Watching Anton's retreating back, he looked worried, countless words forming in his mind. 

Yet, when Anton glanced back at him, all he could manage was a single phrase.

"Be careful!"

"I know," Anton replied with a chuckle. Then, he added, "John, remember—those who need to be afraid of someone have never been us."

With that, Anton turned and left.

Anton took the elevator down to the gate of Wayne Company. From there, he crossed to the opposite side of the street.

 Turning to look back at the brightly lit yet chaotic building, his expression was calm and unreadable.

Around him, countless people were fleeing the building in terror, rushing past him without pause.

Anton stood still amidst the chaos, speaking in a low, steady voice.

"Max Dillon, I'm guessing you can hear me. If you're watching, come on. I'm waiting for you at the gate."

He remained motionless, his words carrying a quiet intensity.

The people running past him shuddered, as if the temperature around him had dropped dramatically. They could feel a cold, menacing aura emanating from him, sending chills down their spines.

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