DC HERO AT MARVEL

Harry purpose for being here was simple.

To divide the spoils.

Before meeting Anton, he had already been in the office, discussing business with the old man, J. Jonah Jameson, and they had quickly reached a friendly agreement.

Of course, it was only a verbal agreement.

The specifics pertained to the division of Hammer Industries' military contracts.

Harry willingness to cooperate stemmed partly from the fact that his mentally unstable father, Norman Osborn, was still being held somewhere by Batman, and Anton, as Batman spokesperson, naturally had to be shown respect.

On the other hand, it was Batman faction, rather than the NYPD as the public believed, that contributed the most to capturing Justin Hammer.

Since Batman faction was involved, it was only natural to include the Jameson family and the recently established Wayne Enterprises, which had already made waves, in the equation.

Thus, Wayne Enterprises had to secure a place in the division of spoils.

If no portion of the rewards was left for Batman side, who could say what trouble might arise?

Having served as Oscorp chairman for six months, Harry had fully grown into the role, accustomed to approaching matters from a profit-driven perspective.

"You've reached an agreement?"

Anton gaze flicked between Harry and the old man before shrugging. "Harry, I'm glad you're here to represent Oscorp."

"No, we're the ones benefiting from Batman favor."

Harry smiled. "Anton, besides this collaboration, there one more thing I'd like to ask you."

"Wait, let me guess," Anton said, unperturbed, pausing before asking, "Is it about your father, Norman?"

"Yes," Harry nodded, his rare nervousness showing. "I want to see him."

At this moment, the current chairman of Oscorp finally revealed the vulnerability of a young man.

"His mental state has been stable recently. Our team has made some commendable progress. If we wait a bit longer, there a chance we could completely eliminate the side effects of the human enhancement serum he injected."

Anton didn't refuse, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"Alright, let prepare first. I'll arrange for the Turtles to find you and take you to him. He currently being held in a location no one can find, a place that ensures his safety completely."

"Thank you," Harry said sincerely.

Hearing Anton response, Harry was overjoyed.

He hadn't expected Anton to agree to his request so quickly.

After all, Norman was being held on Batman turf. Even though Anton was Batman spokesperson, that didn't mean he could make decisions on Batman behalf.

But to Harry surprise, Anton had agreed after only a brief consideration.

Harry snapped back to reality, his mind starting to work.

Did this mean Anton position within the Justice League was even higher than he had imagined?

Yet, based on reliable information Harry had obtained through certain channels, it was confirmed that Anton was not Batman himself.

"Anton, what exactly is your role in the Justice League?"

After receiving a satisfactory answer from Anton, Harry left Wayne Enterprises.

Standing at the building entrance, he stared off into the distance in a daze.

Suddenly, he turned back to look at the large letters spelling "Wayne Enterprises" behind him.

"Limb regeneration technology, as well as…"

He paused in thought. "Advanced yet enigmatic military technology… Is all of this being orchestrated by Batman?"

"Boss," his driver called, pulling up the car in front of him.

Harry snapped out of his thoughts, got into the backseat, and was driven away from the area, heading back to Oscorp.

Inside Wayne Enterprises, in the office.

Anton stood by the window, watching Harry linger on the steps outside before getting into his car and leaving. A faint smile appeared on Anton face.

"Old man, your grin looks like it about to split your face. Good haul today?"

He turned to face the old man and said, "I must admit, Harry surprised me. Given some time, even if Norman Osborn were to return to Oscorp, he might not outperform Harry."

"He a competent chairman and far more generous than Norman."

The old man chuckled. "He promised to let us take 60% of Hammer Industries' contracts."

"Sixty percent of the contracts? Old man, don't bite off more than you can chew!"

"Don't worry," the old man replied. "I'm already planning to buy Hammer Industries' weapons production lines. With Justin Hammer just arrested, we'll let the news simmer for a few days, let the dust settle. Only then will Hammer Industries truly realize what it means to be beyond saving. This time, even the military won't back them anymore."

He paused, a deep smile spreading across his face before continuing, "By then, Hammer Industries will be like prey surrounded by wolves. They won't escape the grasp of us hungry predators."

"Old man, you're sounding less and less like a good guy these days!"

Anton studied the old man closely, finding that he increasingly resembled a mafia boss straight out of The Godfather. Dressed in a suit, a cigar in hand, smoke curling around him, his temples streaked with gray, his calm gaze carried a menacing undertone.

"I never claimed to be a good guy," the old man shrugged, exhaling a puff of smoke. "But that doesn't stop me from having a good heart and taking actions to match."

"Oh, by the way…"

The old man seemed to recall something and spoke again, instructing, "If you don't have any other pressing matters, it best to stay in New York for a while. John is coming back. You two haven't seen each other in over a year, and he'll be pleased with what you've accomplished."

"John?"

Anton froze.

It took him a moment to react, realizing that the "John" the old man was referring to wasn't the John Constantine most vivid in his memories but John Jameson, the biological father of this body—a spaceman who didn't eat jelly.

"He back from space already?" Anton asked in surprise.

"This time, his work wasn't about going into space," the old man explained. "On the contrary, he was guiding others into space."

"What do you mean by 'guiding others'?"

"The government has a plan to build a space station. They needed to send a team of scientists into space to conduct certain experiments. John, as an experienced astronaut, was hired as a coach for the team, helping them undergo specialized astronaut training," the old man said. "The plan is now wrapping up. That team of scientists has already been sent into space, so John work is done."

"A team of scientists going into space…"

Anton muttered, his expression growing strange.

The more he thought about it, the more familiar this story seemed.

"How many people were in that team? And who are they?"

Anton couldn't help but ask, "With government funding, I assume they're a group of fairly well-known individuals, right?"

"I believe there were four of them—three men and one woman. Their leader is Reed Richards, a super genius with PhDs in engineering, mathematics, and physics, among other fields. He was once considered on par with Tony Stark. Unfortunately, Reed doesn't have Tony family background, so he much less well-known by comparison."

The old man continued, completely oblivious to Anton now-stiff expression.

Holy moly!

The Fantastic Four confirmed!