DC Heroes in Marvel

In the beginning, the Transformers never took humans seriously—not even the Autobots, who, despite their kind disposition, saw humanity as a young and insignificant race.

The Autobots believed their only enemies on Earth were the Decepticons. But now, things seemed to have changed. If humans could control Megatron, what else were they capable of?

To make matters worse, Cyborg had effortlessly killed Barricade, a Transformer considered formidable by their standards.

This raised a chilling question: if the Autobots didn't handle things carefully, would humanity become their next enemy?

As Bumblebee pondered this grim possibility, he prepared to send his findings to Optimus Prime, who was already en route. But just then, he noticed someone watching him—a man with an unreadable, expressionless face.

Cyborg.

A cold chill ran through Bumblebee. He recalled how Cyborg had easily deleted the message Frenzy tried to send to the Decepticons, and how effortlessly he had killed him. 

Bumblebee quickly pushed his own thoughts aside and focused.

Suddenly, the roar of an engine broke the tension. All eyes turned to see a heavy truck slowly pulling into the junkyard.

It was a Western Star 4900, a truck so imposing it was considered the "supercar" of the trucking industry.

Its design was commanding, exuding a sense of calmness and reliability. The large air intake grille on its front radiated power, the massive upturned exhaust pipes on either side added to its grandeur, and the distinctive front-end design was a classic.

Many immediately recognized its identity.

The agents exchanged glances, clearly surprised. They hadn't expected the leader of the Autobots to arrive in the form of a heavy truck instead of a sleek supercar. But upon reflection, it seemed fitting.

Only a truck of such presence could match the spirit and gravitas of Optimus Prime.

"Is that him—Optimus Prime?" Keller, standing beside Anton, asked in a hushed tone, his face serious. An indescribable pressure seemed to bear down on him, as though he were in the presence of a colossus.

"Indeed," Anton replied, nodding with admiration as he took in the truck's appearance. "This is fitting. To some extent, the casting of Transformers is perfect. This truck truly embodies Optimus Prime's identity."

"Positions!" Tom shouted, snapping the agents to attention as they quickly assembled.

With a loud rev of its engine, Bumblebee spun in place and drove toward the incoming truck. Under the watchful eyes of everyone present, the two vehicles transformed seamlessly into towering robots.

Click!

The sound of shifting metal filled the air, and suddenly Bumblebee and Optimus Prime stood before the group in their robotic forms.

Gulp.

Several agents swallowed hard.

The sheer presence of these two towering Autobots was overwhelming. Some even felt their legs weaken under the immense pressure radiating from the behemoths.

Even though these agents were highly trained and their psychological resilience far exceeded that of ordinary people, it was nearly impossible to remain calm under such circumstances.

This was nothing like facing Barricade earlier. This was something entirely different—something far more terrifying.

The robot before them transformed into a truck, radiating an aura of authority. It wasn't just psychological—it was a physical sense of oppression that transcended the boundaries of life itself.

"I am Optimus Prime," he said.

Optimus Prime's gaze swept across the humans before him, pausing on Batman and Cyborg. His deep voice carried a tone of gravity, with a trace of emotion beneath it.

"Finally, we meet, humans."

The power Optimus Prime exuded was almost palpable. Everyone, except Batman and Cyborg, stood dumbfounded, instinctively straightening as if compelled by his presence.

"I am Batman," he introduced himself, his voice calm and resolute. From a human perspective, he continued, "You shouldn't be here. And I don't just mean the Autobots—I mean all of you from Cybertron. What's your take on this?"

"It seems you know us well," Optimus Prime responded, avoiding the question.

In truth, Bumblebee hadn't yet relayed all the information he had gathered. However, through prior communications with Bumblebee, Optimus Prime was already aware of Batman and Cyborg—and the alien attack in New York that had taken place not long ago.

Much like Bumblebee, Optimus Prime was beginning to reevaluate humanity. Although humans were a young race, they were far more complex and resourceful than initially believed.

"I understand the Autobots mean no harm to humanity," Anton interjected. "But you must also understand that there shouldn't be any aliens on this planet—not now, at least."

"I understand," Optimus Prime replied, his voice steady. "The Autobots came to Earth for two reasons: to stop the Decepticons and to locate the AllSpark."

His tone shifted slightly, carrying a deeper meaning. "Since you seem to know much about Cybertron, you must already know about the AllSpark..."

At that moment, Bumblebee realized he had overlooked something crucial in his earlier analysis.

The AllSpark!

"The AllSpark... it's in your possession, isn't it?" Optimus Prime's piercing gaze locked onto Anton.

Anton's expression remained composed, betraying no sign of panic. But behind him, both Keller and Tom froze, their faces visibly shifting. The question hit directly at the core of the issue, leaving them momentarily at a loss for words.

To be honest, returning the AllSpark to the Autobots wasn't entirely off the table. However, neither Keller nor Tom had the authority to make such a decision.

Such a move would require approval from the military committee and, ultimately, the president's signature.

More importantly, who could guarantee that the Autobots would leave Earth peacefully after retrieving the AllSpark—and never return?

No one could.

This wasn't just a matter of national security; it was about the safety of the entire planet. No one wanted to bear the responsibility for that risk.

Anton was no exception.

He had no intention of persuading the military to take such a gamble. While he knew that, under Optimus Prime's leadership, the Autobots harbored no ill will toward humanity, taking unnecessary risks was not Batman's style.

After all, wasn't Batman's conflict with Superman rooted in precisely this kind of uncertainty?

…

Residential Area

Bonecrusher arrived at the scene and quickly tapped into the surrounding network. However, the diligent efforts of the agents had already wiped the surveillance footage clean, leaving him unable to piece together the full story.

Still, the nearby road littered with wreckage and battle-scarred surroundings painted a clear enough picture. He didn't need to know the details to understand the result.

Just as Starscream had predicted: An accident had occurred.

Barricade and Frenzy were dead!

And worse, it seemed they had fallen to humans—beings the Decepticons barely considered a threat.

"What method did these humans use to kill Barricade?" Bonecrusher mused.

A weapon of mass destruction?

No... that's not it. There are no signs of widespread devastation from heavy weaponry. It looks more like... a one-on-one fight?

As an experienced tactician and warrior—despite his volatile temper—Bonecrusher quickly assessed the scene. From the traces left behind, it was clear that other Transformers had been present.

"Autobots? But who?"

His gaze fell on a set of tire tracks leading away from the area. Without hesitation, he decided to follow the trail.

As for the humans lingering nearby? They didn't even warrant his attention. To Bonecrusher, humans were like ants to an elephant—not worth the effort of a deliberate attack.

While recent news had revealed the existence of powerful humans like Cyborg and Batman, Bonecrusher still regarded the species as inconsequential.

That said, before leaving, Bonecrusher decided to indulge Starscream's paranoia. If these humans were already aware of Transformers, it might be worth looking into their identities.

He snapped a few photos of the nearby agents and sent them to Starscream for analysis. Without elaborating further, Bonecrusher left the message open to interpretation.

Bonecrusher trusted that Starscream, ever full of self-importance, would understand his intent. Then, with nothing more to say, he shifted into pursuit mode and tore off after the trail.

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