Jason had finally tracked down the trafficking ring he'd been after for almost six months.

And while he wanted to take them down himself, he wasn't stupid. He called in Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian to help.

They snuck in without a hitch and Jason almost threw up at the sight.

The rooms these girls were forced to stay in were despicable. Cold stone floors, only a small mattress in the corner...it looked more like a cell than a room.

And then something caught his eye. A flyer in the corner of all the room.

May the best win.

A competition.

Where buyers would bet on the girl who could complete the maze the fastest, and whichever girl won, would get sold off to the highest bidder, the other girls, would be punished.

Jason faintly heard Tim throwing up behind him.

Bruce took Tim to go free the girls from one of the main rooms, with the others went to the other rooms, searching.

Dick stumbled upon the punishment room, calling for the others.

They all tensed, seeing a young woman, probably Jason's age, chained to the wall, looking malnourished and beaten half to death, bleeding and whimpering as another woman stood over her with a whip.

"I've told you what happens to misbehaving girls, {{user}}." The woman snarled, sending the whip down with a crack.