DC Heroes in Marvel

"...Do you look down on Batman or the Joker?"

The deep voice echoed ominously through the room.

The expressions of everyone in the office changed instantly. Killian, in particular, clenched his fists, his eyes darkening with anger.

"How can this be?" he muttered. "How did he find us so quickly? Was there a leak?"

Killian's mind raced, running through a dozen possibilities. He had been careful—extremely careful. Over the years, he had quietly developed his network, cultivating allies in the underground world while avoiding unnecessary conflicts.

It wasn't impossible for his operation to be exposed, but this fast?

Wayne Enterprises had been bombed less than half a day ago. How could the other party have located him already?

Killian's frustration mounted. Though the voice hadn't revealed its identity, he already had a strong suspicion of who was behind it.

As his thoughts churned, every monitor, computer, and phone in the office suddenly locked.

"Cyborg," Killian hissed through gritted teeth.

He had done his homework. Preparing to deal with Batman meant researching the Justice League—and its members. Among them, apart from Batman, there was one name that stood out: Cyborg, Victor Stone.

This half-human, half-machine superhero had become a national icon, second only to Batman himself. Following the alien attack in New York, Cyborg had risen to the top of the superhero ranks.

Killian knew all too well about Cyborg's abilities: a brain transformed into a quantum computer and unparalleled hacking skills. 

While Killian doubted whether Earth's technology was advanced enough to achieve such feats, he couldn't ignore Cyborg's reputation as one of the world's top hackers.

If anyone in the Justice League could infiltrate AIM's systems, seize control of their devices, and send a chilling message, it was Cyborg.

Killian didn't waste time wondering if another force was responsible for this breach. He had no illusions about the severity of the situation.

"Go!" Killian barked. "Evacuate! Now!"

He stormed out of the office, flanked by his bodyguards. "Shut down the power to this building and head to the underground parking lot."

Killian tossed his phone aside, ordering his team to abandon all electronic devices. Without hesitation, they headed for the underground garage.

Meanwhile, in a luxurious mansion in a wealthy New York neighborhood, Anton smirked.

With a single thought, a cyborg avatar materialized within a hundred-meter radius, then shot into the sky like a blazing meteor, heading straight for Manhattan.

The sight of the cyborg figure streaking across the skyline caught the attention of countless New Yorkers. Heads turned, eyes wide with a mix of awe, curiosity, and unease.

"What's going on?" someone murmured.

"Why is Cyborg here?" another asked.

The collective anxiety was palpable. Cyborg's presence often signaled a crisis, and New Yorkers couldn't help but wonder:

Is something big happening again?

At the New York Police Department, it was the end of the workday. Officers were wrapping up, eager to leave, but Captain George Stacy remained at his desk, his head pounding. 

The Wayne Enterprises bombing loomed over him like a storm cloud.

On one hand, Wayne Enterprises had ties to Batman, who had long maintained a good relationship with the NYPD. George felt an obligation to help the Dark Knight resolve this incident.

On the other hand, the powerful Jameson family was pressuring the department through top officials, demanding a swift resolution to the case.

Caught between loyalty and political pressure, George knew one thing for certain: tonight was going to be a long night.

Needless to say, George had another reason to work overtime. With the combined pressures from both sides, he estimated he'd be sleeping at the police station for the next few days.

"Ugh…" he sighed heavily.

Bang!

The office door burst open.

"Director! We've got news from the night-duty officer—Cyborg was just spotted flying over New York!" one of the officers reported urgently.

"What?" George froze for a moment, his mind immediately connecting Cyborg's appearance to the Wayne Enterprises bombing. Given Cyborg's ties to Batman, it couldn't be a coincidence.

"Where did he go?" George asked, already rising from his chair. "Quick, get the patrol units ready! We're heading out immediately!"

"Understood!" The officer nodded. "I'll give the order right away."

Meanwhile, in Manhattan, over a dozen cars sped out of the underground parking lot beneath AIM's building. The vehicles quickly dispersed into the bustling city streets.

Following Killian's orders, the group used both AIM's vehicles and several others stolen from the same garage to split up and confuse Cyborg's pursuit.

Killian knew their escape plan wasn't foolproof, but even a slight delay could give him the advantage he needed to get away.

Unfortunately for them, they underestimated Anton's capabilities.

From a remote location, Anton's cyborg clone monitored the nearby street cameras in real time. While Killian had cut the building's power, the municipal grid powering the street cameras remained intact.

In moments, Anton analyzed the footage, instantly eliminating several of the fleeing vehicles as decoys.

"Two cars left," Anton muttered as he arrived at the scene.

Spotting one of the remaining vehicles, he scanned its driver and immediately recognized they were not Killian.

The driver, however, seemed utterly brainwashed, stomping on the accelerator and steering directly toward him in a kamikaze-like attack.

Anton didn't flinch. Raising his hand, he fired a plasma cannon.

Boom!

The car flipped into the air, landing heavily near the sidewalk, completely neutralized.

"One left," Anton muttered coldly.

With a burst of energy from beneath his feet, he shot into the air. Within seconds, he had located the second car. But to his frustration, this one also didn't contain Killian.

Anton paused, his mind racing. Then a smirk crept across his lips.

"Clever," he muttered, though his tone dripped with icy disdain.

Closing his eyes, Anton fully activated his advanced processor, taking control of every camera within the area. In seconds, he reviewed the footage and pinpointed Killian's face—a 100% match.

Killian's plan was clear: while his subordinates drove decoy vehicles, he had slipped away on foot, using side alleys, sewer grates, and other routes to avoid detection.

Anton's eyes flashed red. Without hesitation, he launched himself back into the air, leaving the decoy car behind.

As he soared above the city, a shockwave of air erupted in his wake, drawing startled gasps from onlookers below. Within moments, he landed on a nearby street, scanning the crowd until he locked onto a figure in a hooded sweater, face partially concealed.

"Killian," Anton growled, his electronic eyes glowing ominously. His words carried a dangerous edge.

"Do you really think you can hide from me like this?"

The figure froze as Anton's voice dropped, cold and lethal.

"Then you've severely underestimated me."

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