DC HERO AT MARVEL

"You want to take me on?"

Max sneered as the electricity on his body surged like boiling water.

Arcs of current spread across his frame, burning away his clothes until only a single pair of pants clung to his waist, leaving his twisted, grotesque form exposed.

He gritted his teeth and unleashed a bolt of electrical energy, a deadly projectile streaking toward Anton like an arrow.

Anton didn't flinch. He stood motionless, letting the electric surge approach.

Boom!!

The bolt zipped past Anton face, singeing a few strands of his hair.

In the next instant, the fire truck tires near Anton exploded, and its undercarriage was utterly destroyed by the electric blast, leaving it crippled and useless, sprawled like a disabled wreck.

Max expression darkened further at the sight.

Anton, however, remained calm, a faint smile on his lips as he watched Max actions. His gaze was steady, devoid of any hint of fear.

It was clear that Max attack was meant as a threat.

Max was furious, deliberately aiming the blast close to Anton without hitting him, hoping to see even the slightest hint of fear on Anton face.

But Anton didn't give him the satisfaction.

"Damn it!"

"Damn it, you bastard!"

Max grew increasingly unhinged.

Anton unshaken demeanor and even his faint smile felt like the ultimate provocation to Max.

"Die!"

"I'll make you die!"

Max clenched his fists, and a spear made of crackling electricity seemed to form in his palm, aimed directly at Anton.

This time, Max had no intention of holding back.

He was going to pierce Anton chest with the electric spear and then fry his corpse until it turned into a steaming pile of cooked meat.

Click!

Anton didn't even spare him a glance. Instead, he casually reached for the water hose attached to the nearby fire truck.

Not far away.

Harry and Venom exchanged a glance.

Venom looked puzzled, while Harry eyes lit up as though he had just figured out Anton plan.

Max, blinded by rage, failed to notice the danger.

He raised his lightning spear high and charged directly at Anton, already envisioning the moment when the spear would pierce Anton chest, leaving him bleeding out and filled with regret.

Across from him, Anton calmly released the valve on the fire hose.

The hose, connected to the truck water tank, immediately filled with pressurized water.

Boom!

A powerful stream of water shot out from the nozzle like a cannon, drenching Max entirely in one swift motion.

Zzzzt, zzzzt, zzzzt!

It was only then that Max realized something was wrong.

His body short-circuited!

Max ability allowed him to generate up to ten million volts of electricity, effectively turning him into a human battery or power bank.

But when a power bank gets submerged in water? Short circuit city.

That exactly what happened to Max.

Water, it turned out, was his kryptonite.

Zzzzt, zzzzt, zzzzt!

Max collapsed to the ground instantly.

The lightning spear in his hand fizzled out, and his previously floating body hit the ground with a thud.

He convulsed uncontrollably, his brain blank, and the light in his eyes faded away.

While the short-circuit didn't kill him outright, as a mutant, Max body was far more resilient than an average person.

But with his entire body drenched and unable to handle the overwhelming water pressure, he succumbed to physical collapse and lost consciousness.

"You see? Wasn't that simple?"

Anton turned off the water valve, placed the hose back on the fire truck, and turned to face Harry and Venom with a shrug.

"I told you he was easy to deal with!"

Harry and Venom stood silent for a long moment.

Venom, for one, was completely dumbfounded.

The opponent it had tangled with for so long, someone so difficult to handle, had just been effortlessly "extinguished" by Anton with a single blast of water.

As for Harry, although he'd had an inkling of Anton plan the moment the water started gushing from the hose, he hadn't expected the fight to end so anticlimactically either.

"Typical you," Venom finally said, nodding.

Its less-than-refined face still managed to show an almost human-like expression of admiration.

A moment later, it retracted back into Eddie body, revealing Eddie himself.

Harry lifted the mask of his bio-armor, exposing his face.

He stared at Anton for a moment, then nodded, showing a rare moment of respect.

"That what you'd expect from Batman ally."

He reined in his surprise and offered genuine praise.

For many people, the relationship between Anton and Batman was an enigma.

Some believed Anton was Batman, while others were certain he wasn't.

Osborn Company, as one of the more informed groups, knew more than most.

But the more they knew, the more confusing the picture became.

At this point, not many still mistook Anton for Batman, but it was undeniable that he acted as Batman representative.

So, Harry didn't press further.

For Anton, as Batman proxy, this kind of performance was expected.

"I'm going to help Tony Stark," Harry said, his gaze briefly landing on the unconscious Max Dillon.

"Please keep an eye on him for me."

"No problem," Anton replied with a nod.

"I think the NYPD should be here any minute."

Whoosh!

With that, Harry didn't say another word. He stepped onto his glider and shot into the sky, heading toward the distant flashes and explosions.

That was the battleground of Iron Man and Whiplash.

Beep beep beep!

Soon after, the sound of sirens began to echo through the air.

The NYPD arrived on the scene with their squad cars, their sirens piercing the air.

Trailing behind them was a truck painted with a turtle motif and the words "Turtle Van" emblazoned on the side.

"Huh?"

A slightly sharp and surprised voice broke the relative quiet of the area.

"The fight already over?"

Bang!

The truck side door was kicked open, and out jumped a few familiar faces.

After flipping through the air a few times and striking some stylish poses, the turtles exchanged glances, their eyes quickly locking onto the unconscious figure of Max Dillon sprawled on the ground.

Aside from the NYPD officers, there were only three "strangers" at the scene: Anton, Eddie, and the collapsed man with deep blue skin, clearly not an ordinary human.

It was obvious—this guy was already down for the count!

"Dang it!"

Michelangelo cursed under his breath.

"We're late again?"

"No."

Anton pointed toward the distant flashes of light and dwindling fireworks.

"There still a fight going on over there. If you hurry, you can catch the second round."

"Let go!"

"Quick, move!"

The four turtles exchanged a quick glance and charged toward the ongoing battle without hesitation.

Given their speed, they could probably make it in time for the finale, as Anton suggested.

At least they'd get to join in.

"Sweet!"

Michelangelo face lit up with excitement as he motioned for something.

A jet-powered hoverboard flew off the roof of the Turtle Van, heading straight for him.

Eddie blinked, the hoverboard looking strangely familiar.

However, its design was distinctly different from Osborn Company products.

"That something Donatello made for Mikey," explained George Stacy, the NYPD captain, noticing Eddie curious expression.

Whoosh!

Before the words had fully left his mouth, the turtles had all piled onto the hoverboard.

"Aw, man!"

Michelangelo face twisted in alarm as the hoverboard wobbled unsteadily.

"You guys are too heavy!"

The overloaded hoverboard teetered and swayed, dipping up and down as it struggled to stay airborne.

"HAHAHAHA! We're coming!" Michelangelo shouted as they wobbled their way toward the distant fight.