Superman: The Lost Warrior

Ashley's POV

It has been thirteen days since Jill escaped, and no one knows where she is. I just hope they never find her. The guards keep muttering about what the "boss" plans to do. They said Jill and I were supposed to be sold to some club owner, but now that Jill's gone, they're planning to auction me off instead. Every night, I pray for a miracle, for something—anything—to change this nightmare.

I wish I had been brave enough to go with her. Jill was scared too, but she found the strength to escape. Now, I'm left alone in this living hell, unsure of what's next.

Bruce's POV

"I've formed a hypothesis," I begin, addressing the small group gathered in the Batcave. "Hugo Seryaklov's company, нет выбора—or No Choice—is a front. It's how they smuggle in the people they intend to sell."

"That's great," Flash interrupts with a dramatic yawn. "But can you skip to the part where you tell us why we're here?"

I shoot him a sharp look, but Clark's stifled laugh makes me pause for a moment. "Hugo Seryaklov is hosting a party tonight," I say, my tone more clipped. "It's the perfect opportunity to gather evidence linking him to human trafficking. More importantly, we may be able to find information about the missing victims."

Zara leans forward, her eyes narrowing. "And how exactly do we get this evidence, Mr. Wayne?"

"The party will keep Seryaklov busy entertaining guests," I explain. "He won't be paying attention to his private study. That's where the necessary documents will be. Your task is to infiltrate the ball, locate the study, and retrieve them."

"Say what?!" Kara and Damian exclaim in unison.

Damian crosses his arms, already scowling. "You want me to attend some glittery ball like it's date night? That's not happening."

"You're the perfect people for this," I reply firmly. "You'll blend in, no one would suspect a group of kids."

"I don't 'blend in,'" Damian mutters, clearly displeased.

Zara smirks. "Don't worry, Damian. I'll be sure to keep you from embarrassing yourself in public."

"One condition though if you make me wear a dress, Damian's wearing a suit," Zara adds, standing with exaggerated flair.

Flash snickers as Kara tries to contain her laughter.

"This is serious," I remind them. "You have a chance to save lives. This is bigger than any personal discomfort."

Damian groans. "Fine, but if anyone calls this a 'team-bonding exercise,' I'm out."

Zara grins. "Relax. It's not every day you get to play spy."

"It's going to be a long night," Damian mutters, heading for the suit rack.

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