DC Heroes in Marvel

Keller, maintaining his composure, interjected, "What about the base? Did you find anything? Was there a massive robot encased in ice—or a large cube?"

"No... nothing."

The voice on the other end trembled slightly. "All that's left is rubble. Occasionally, you can spot severed limbs and twisted machinery. The entirety of Sector 7 is buried. There's nothing we can do."

"Were there any traces of the enemy?" Keller pressed further.

"No. Just before we arrived, we heard a massive explosion in the distance. Looking back, it must have been the moment Sector 7 was destroyed—some kind of weapon, maybe."

"What happened?"

Tom and Keller looked at each other, their faces blank with confusion.

Thirty Minutes Earlier

The three remaining Decepticons—Starscream, Brawl, and Blackout—along with their mechanical pet, the Scorponok, arrived at the Hoover Dam.

They made no effort to conceal their identities.

The sight of the massive robots threw the dam's visitors into a frenzy of fear and panic. People scrambled to take photos and attempted to upload them online, only to find that there was no signal.

How could this be?

Unbeknownst to them, Starscream had casually destroyed the Hoover Dam's signal tower, cutting off all communication to prevent unwanted attention. 

While the Decepticons didn't view humans as a significant threat, they had learned the hard way that too many "ants" could pose a problem.

Even more concerning to Starscream was the absence of the usual reinforcements—Barricade, Frenzy, and Bonecrusher. It made him rethink Earth's apparent simplicity.

The Decepticons wasted no time. They sent the Giant Scorpion ahead, its massive form slipping into the entrance to Sector 7. 

Without sparing a glance at the terrified tourists, Starscream, Brawl, and Blacks followed, heading deeper into the base.

The passageways within the dam were just large enough to accommodate the towering forms of Transformers. After all, this was the path intended to bring Megatron in. 

However, the narrow space allowed only one Transformer to pass at a time—an opportunity that the humans immediately tried to exploit.

Once the intruders were detected, Sector 7 quickly assembled a response team. Burly soldiers lined the enormous passage, ready to halt the Decepticons' advance.

But their first opponent wasn't a Transformer—it was the Giant Scorpion.

"It's him again!" Lennox growled, his teeth clenched. "Epps, last time we only managed to knock off one of his tails. This time, we're taking him down—not just to buy time for the base to evacuate, but to avenge our fallen brothers!"

"Don't worry, boss!" Epps replied with a sharp grin, his companions laughing grimly beside him.

They all knew Lennox was bluffing, but in this moment, there was no retreat.

The Giant Scorpion loomed ahead. Though its size was comparable to an average car, its lethality rivaled that of tanks and armored vehicles—if not surpassed them entirely.

The giant scorpion monster roared as it rushed into the tunnel, its silver body reflecting a cold, metallic light. 

The soldiers opened fire, but their weapons were useless—ordinary thermal rounds couldn't penetrate the creature's armored shell.

"Damn it!"

"Be careful!" Lennox shouted, his voice sharp with urgency.

Suddenly, the massive pincers of the giant scorpion monster shifted, revealing a hidden barrel at its center. Energy began to build, crackling ominously. A moment later, a terrifying blast shot out and struck the ground beneath the soldiers.

Boom!

A deafening explosion echoed through the tunnel as several soldiers were thrown violently to the ground, their bodies strewn about like ragdolls.

The survivors exchanged tense glances, their fear palpable. Lennox's voice cut through the chaos.

"Where's the escape route?"

"It's open! The researchers are evacuating!" one soldier replied.

"And what about the Pentagon? That damn politician hasn't sent reinforcements yet?"

"There's no signal! Communication is completely cut off, and the wired network has been severed!"

"Damn it!" Lennox growled, his frustration boiling over.

He barked orders while keeping an eye on the time. But before they could regroup, another explosion shook the ground.

From the smoke-filled entrance emerged three massive robots, their towering forms eerily similar to NBE-ONE. The soldiers realized with dawning horror:

These were NBE—Non-Biological Entities.

And these three were NBE-ONE's kin.

The giant robots entered the underground base with purposeful strides, ignoring the soldiers hidden behind their makeshift bunkers. Their glowing optics locked onto the centerpiece of the facility: the frozen body of NBE-ONE—Megatron.

"Megatron is still in stasis?" Starscream muttered, his optics narrowing. "Perfect."

"We should wake him," said Blackout eagerly. As a staunch loyalist of Megatron, his enthusiasm was unmistakable.

But just as Blackout stepped forward, Starscream's massive hand struck him down with a violent blow.

"Do you want to fight me?" Blackout snarled as sparks flew from the impact, his optics burning with rage.

"You will not release Megatron!" Starscream roared, his tone commanding. "Right now, I'm in charge of the Decepticons! With the AllSpark in our possession, we'll dominate the universe—with or without Megatron. Once we've achieved victory, we can release him. And trust me, he'll have no choice but to fall in line and serve me."

Blackout glared at Starscream, his anger barely contained. Before he could retort, Brawl interjected with a sneer.

"Listen to him, Blackout . It doesn't matter who's in charge—we've got work to do. Megatron can wait."

Brawl's indifference seemed to diffuse the tension. Blackout backed off begrudgingly, though his anger remained simmering.

"Fine," he muttered, his optics flashing dangerously. He turned his attention to the humans hiding behind the bunkers, seeking an outlet for his frustration.

"Damn it!"

Lennox, watching the situation unfold, yelled desperately, "Get out! Move! Now!"

But the soldiers had no time to react. A pulse of deadly energy built up in Blackout's cannon, and a moment later, he fired.

The blast came screaming toward them, its eerie blue glow filling their vision. The soldiers felt the charge in the air, their hair standing on end as the light closed in. Time seemed to slow, each second stretching into eternity.

BOOM!

The explosion erupted with a deafening roar. A massive shockwave tore through the tunnel, sending debris flying. The soldiers braced themselves for the end.

But it never came.

Instead, they felt a rush of wind, the vitality of life still coursing through their veins. Slowly, they turned and saw a silver figure standing in front of them, shielding them from the blast.

Cyborg!

The soldiers stared in disbelief and then erupted in cheers.

"Cyborg! He's here!"

The hero's metallic frame shimmered under the harsh lighting, an invisible barrier emanating from his chest, holding back the devastating energy. Winds whipped around him as the opposing forces clashed.

"Step back," Cyborg said calmly, his voice cutting through the chaos.

Suddenly, another voice spoke, deep and commanding.

"You heard him."

The soldiers turned to see a tall figure stepping out of the shadows, his black cape flowing behind him. The sharp, pointed ears atop his cowl left no room for doubt.

Batman.

The Dark Knight surveyed the scene with cold precision. "This fight isn't over yet."

In an era where superheroes are "racing against crime at lightning speed," even battle-hardened soldiers are familiar with these larger-than-life figures who shine as brightly as superstars. 

Among them, Batman has recently risen to prominence, with Cyborg standing as a close second.

"Why are you here?"

The lead soldier asked, his voice filled with excitement and relief.

"It's not just us," Batman replied coolly. "If enemies are here—then so are their enemies."

Enemies of the enemy?

For a moment, Lennox was stunned. But just as the realization struck him, a screeching sound echoed through the tunnel.

Screech! Screech! Screech!

A series of vehicles roared into the passage, their tires leaving fresh skid marks on the ground as they sped inside the base. One after another, they surrounded the three towering robots, filling up the cavernous space that, to the Transformers, felt anything but large.

"What's this?" Lennox muttered, his eyes narrowing as he studied the incoming vehicles.

At first, he thought reinforcements had arrived, and hope surged through him. But then he noticed something strange—there was no one in the driver's seat of any of these cars. Confusion replaced his joy.

"What's going on?"

His gaze darted from the massive Western Star truck at the front of the convoy to the other vehicles: a sleek yellow Camaro, a vibrant Pontiac, a rugged Hummer H2, and a menacing black GMC TopKick C4500.

"The enemy… how many cars do they have?" Lennox's voice trembled with both awe and bewilderment.

"What is all this?"

He was utterly dumbfounded. If it hadn't been an emergency—and if it weren't Batman delivering this cryptic information—he might have snapped and said something brash.

Was this really the time for a joke?

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