DC Heroes in Marvel

The space gate is closed, and Earth's victory is assured.

The audience watching through their screens erupted into cheers, their admiration for Batman reaching an unparalleled level.

In just a few blinks, if Anton were to check Batman's fan value on the system panel, he would see that the 16 million points he had originally spent to repair the Batman beyond Armor had been instantly replenished. 

Not only that, but the number had skyrocketed to a new high—120 million—and was still climbing at an astonishing rate.

At the military base, many high-ranking officials let out a sigh of relief.

The greatest crisis had been averted. Now, all that remained were the stranded Chitauri soldiers left on Earth after the space gate's closure, along with a few surviving bio-warships. 

Batman and the others moved quickly, working together to eliminate these lingering alien threats.

"Even though the main threat is gone, there are still too many of them," Captain America said with a slight frown as he scanned the area beyond Manhattan. "We need to deal with them quickly and prevent any from escaping."

Whoosh!

One fighter jet after another roared into the scene—the advance air force of the military reinforcements had finally arrived.

"Not enough," Rogers muttered, his headache worsening.

"Don't worry," Green Arrow said as he passed by, his voice calm. "Batman already planned for this. Why do you think Cyborg rushed into space with a nano warhead at the last second?"

"Hmm?" Captain America's eyes widened as he realized there were details he had overlooked.

Somewhere in deep space—within a galaxy ruled by the Chitauri.

Cyborg had just entered the vast darkness of space, the closing space gate sealing off his return. Yet, he remained unfazed.

The vacuum of space posed no threat to him.

As a half-human, half-machine entity created by the Mother Box, most of Cyborg's organs had been replaced with advanced mechanical components. 

He neither needed to breathe nor eat and could survive in the void for an extended period. The energy supplied by the Mother Box within him was more than enough to shield him from the harsh conditions of space, including intense radiation.

His red cybernetic eye flickered as he scanned the surroundings.

"This is the Chitauri mothership?" Cyborg muttered.

Ahead, in the black expanse of space, an enormous warship loomed, glowing ominously in the darkness. 

His expression remained unreadable, but the subtle flicker of his red optics hinted at his locked target.

"An intruder!"

"It's an Earthling! Open fire!"

The Chitauri commander aboard the mothership spotted Cyborg the moment the space gate closed behind him. His fury boiled over. If this invasion failed, he would face the wrath of an even more terrifying overlord.

"Kill him!" the Chitauri leader roared, commanding every bio-warship in the fleet to attack.

Countless warships adjusted their formations, their weapons locking onto Cyborg.

But he didn't flinch.

His gaze remained fixed on the core of the mothership. With a calculated motion, one of his arms shifted, transforming into a massive cannon.

Click!

The nano warhead locked into place.

Whoosh!

At that moment, a barrage of energy blasts and artillery fire rained down upon him, erupting in brilliant bursts of flame.

The silent vacuum of space became a stage for a deadly ballet—a war without sound, a battle illuminated only by the dazzling explosions of weapon fire.

Yet, beneath this cosmic display of destruction, an unprecedented threat loomed.

BOOM!

Though sound does not travel through space, electromagnetic vibrations rippled through the void, generating eerie, distorted echoes—strange sounds that, under the right conditions, could still be heard by human ears.

As a semi-human, semi-mechanical being, Cyborg possessed abilities far beyond those of ordinary humans. 

Among them was the ability to perceive electromagnetic vibrations—an ability that allowed him to "hear" the silent roars of destruction in space.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Though sound could not travel in the vacuum, he could still sense the surging waves of energy from the explosions, feeling an almost poetic beauty within the chaos.

If Beethoven had been reborn and placed in space, he might have been inspired by the faint harmonies of these distant detonations, composing a masterpiece akin to Symphony No. 5 once more.

But for Cyborg, there was no beauty—only a killing intent.

Whoosh!

The shockwaves from the explosion rushed toward him, powerful enough to crush his body into scrap metal.

Whoosh!

But just before impact, he vanished—his teleportation device, activated long ago, had shifted him away without a trace.

Previously, locating the enemy's galaxy had been impossible. But now that he was here, he could observe it with his own eyes. 

And with his teleportation technology, anywhere within his line of sight became an accessible destination.

The explosion faded.

The remaining Chitauri warships scanned frantically but found nothing.

"Report! The enemy is dead!"

"Report! The enemy is dead!"

The confirmation echoed through the Chitauri communication channels, passing from one soldier to another until it reached the ears of their leader aboard the core mothership.

Yet, the leader did not celebrate.

Instead, he found the report deeply ironic—because the enemy was very much alive.

Somehow, the Earth warrior had infiltrated the core mothership and slaughtered most of its crew. And now, he stood right before him.

"You don't look like an Earthling," the Chitauri leader said, forcing himself to remain calm, still trying to maintain the dignity of his rank. "Earth's level of technology could never create a warrior like you."

"In this universe, no one created me," Cyborg replied coldly.

The Chitauri leader narrowed his eyes. "Are you stalling for time?"

Cyborg smirked. "Sorry—you don't have any left."

"In another timeline, without me, a mere nuclear bomb could destroy your mothership but wouldn't be able to kill you." His cybernetic eye gleamed ominously. "But in this timeline, you won't survive."

Whoosh!

Cyborg raised his arm, activating the nano warhead.

BOOM!

The warhead detonated, releasing an immense wave of destruction that instantly engulfed the core mothership.

The Chitauri leader never even got the chance to utter another word—his body was swallowed by a sea of nanomolecules, disintegrating into nothingness. Not even a speck of dust remained.

Cyborg had already teleported to a vantage point beyond the explosion. His glowing red eye observed the mothership breaking apart, its fragments slowly dissolving under the relentless consumption of nanotechnology.

The remaining Chitauri bio-warships, once loyal protectors of the mothership, lost power in an instant, reduced to lifeless wreckage. Their half-organic, half-mechanical remains drifted through space like junk.

Perhaps, one day, an interstellar scavenger would stumble upon the debris, eager to sell Chitauri technology for a high price. But Cyborg had no interest in looting.

The Chitauri's technology was certainly more advanced than Earth's, but compared to the Cybertronians of Cybertron, it was primitive. And Earth's own advancements had been built upon the corpses of Decepticons.

Only technology of the same origin could push Earth's progress forward. The biological components of the Chitauri held no value to Cyborg.

Besides, there were more than enough technological remains left behind on Earth.

Zzzzt!

Under Cyborg's watchful eye, the last remnants of the mothership were fully consumed.

The Chitauri army had been utterly annihilated.

Whoosh!

Without hesitation, Cyborg teleported away, leaving nothing but floating wreckage in the vast emptiness of space.

Some time later, another group arrived to investigate. They hovered in silent disbelief, staring at the scattered remains of what had once been a mighty invasion force.

After a long pause, someone finally spoke.

"Master… they failed."

Earth

As Batman and the others continued fighting off the remaining Chitauri forces, they knew they were waiting for one thing—confirmation of Cyborg's success.

Huff, huff, huff!

One by one, a large group of Chitauri soldiers collapsed to the ground, their bodies motionless—like machines that had suddenly lost power.

Steve Rogers' eyes widened in surprise. "What…?"

"It looks like Cyborg did it," someone murmured.

Relief washed over the group as the weight on their shoulders finally lifted.

"It's over," Batman stated, his voice calm but resolute. "This war is finished. But there's still unfinished business… some people need to be dealt with."

"Dealt with?"

Several people exchanged uneasy glances, their eyes instinctively shifting toward Iron Man, Harry, and the other Avengers who had been under mind control.

"Batman, they…" Steve Rogers hesitated. He braced himself and stepped forward, ready to plead for his teammates. "You can't blame them for—"

Batman cut him off before he could finish.

"I'm not talking about them." His gaze hardened. "I'm talking about Loki."

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