Batman Interrogation Novels & Stories

Leaning down, I brushed a soft kiss against her forehead, before turning to Bernard, “Let’s make this quick.” My security team leads us outside, the officials trailing behind as we head to the cars. The drive to the station is tense. Bernard leans over, his voice low. “They will likely probe into personal matters, your business, maybe even the kids. Don’t let them bait you.” I give a brief nod, fixing my gaze out the window. “They can ask whatever they want, but any questions that pertains to my kids are off limits.” The interrogation room is stark, the fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow over the scuffed table and the investigator sitting across from me, a woman with piercing eyes and a

“He gave a name?” Marsh hesitates. “No, he did not. Says he did it all by himself and true enough, he has sufficient proof and experience to do it but it is all still fishy to me.” Bethany rubs her forehead. “Oh my god.” “I’m still working on him, detained in the interrogation room. But I figured you’d want to know at least, that you are off the suspect list, and has been for a while now.” “Of course I do want to know,” she says. “I’ll come down to the station. Arthur’s here to pick me up anyway, we’ll head out now.”

Barnes handling this, I'd bet with my life that this kid is as good as dead! Hearing this, Briella felt completely reassured. "You always know what to do!" Tyler kicked open the door to the interrogation room. Clang! As his eyes fell on Woody, bound to a pillar, his pupils contracted. "Listen up, Woody. Open your eyes wide and take a good look. This is my direct superior, Mr. Southam." Lional followed closely behind while complaining, "Mr. Barnes, this man possesses some sort of dark magic. My men couldn't break through his defenses, which is why interrogation is progressing slowly."

Steady. “You will come back,” he said quietly. I nodded, even though my throat burned. Outside, the morning air felt cruelly normal. The city was awake. Cars passed. People walked their dogs. Life went on while mine tilted on its axis. The ride to the station was silent. Inside the interrogation room, the walls were bare. The chair was hard. The questions came slowly at first. Then faster. Dates. Times. Transactions. Access levels. Screenshots slid across the table.

He had left me the map to the one place Pierce could never go. The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room hummed with a sound that felt like a drill inside my skull. I sat on the cold metal chair, my wrists still aching from the cuffs they had only just removed. Detective Miller leaned across the table, his shadow stretching long and jagged against the cinderblock wall. He didn’t look like a lawman; he looked like a predator waiting for me to trip over my own feet. "Now, Miss Riley," he said. "We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the way that ends with your father having a very unfortunate 'allergic reaction' to his next dose of medicine.”

On the morning of day three, they came for me. Tech specialist Dr. Chen, looking apologetic, accompanied by three people I didn't recognize and two Council members, Victoria and Vincent. "Mrs. Gravano," Victoria said coldly. "The Council has authorized a formal technical interrogation." "I've already told you everything." "You've told us your version. Now we verify it." They set up equipment, laptops, recording devices, monitoring systems. One of the specialists, Teresa, sat across from me. "How long have you been Midnight Cerulean?"

Turning to Marshal Barns, Danial asked, "Can I ask him a question? I think he might answer." Marshal Barns studied Danial for a moment before nodding in agreement. "And what is the question you want to ask?" he inquired. Danial quickly relayed the events of his fight with Victor, emphasizing the similarity in technique to someone from his past. Marshal Barns, intrigued by the potential breakthrough, gave the green light. "Go ahead, Danial. Ask your question." Danial took a deep breath, walked into the interrogation room, and stood beside Agent Thompson, who looked puzzled by Danial's sudden entrance.

His expensive suit was wrinkled. His hands rested calmly on the metal table. The confidence he wore earlier had faded slightly, but not completely, enough for an experienced investigator to notice. Across the hallway, the tattooed man occupied another interrogation room. The young woman who had worked with him sat inside a separate holding room. Each of them had been questioned repeatedly. Each of them continued refusing to speak. The lead investigator stood outside Donatus' room, reading through the latest reports. Another officer approached him. "The Richardson statement has been completed."

Arnold. “Yes?” “We found the guy, Mr. Marcellos.” ***** The fluorescent lights in the interrogation room buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the man handcuffed across from me. His clothes were rumpled, the collar of his shirt half-torn, and his eyes, well, they didn’t dart with guilt or fear. Just… boredom. I remained composed, hiding my rage at the man who busted my ongoing building worth ten billion. There’s nothing I can do to this guy. Killing him won't bring back the cost we lost. All I need to do is hear his reason.

I couldn’t let them see me in cuffs. I put a hand on Jacob’s arm. “It’s fine. I’ll go.” “Allison, no...” he started. “It’s fine, Jacob,” I said with my tone leaving no room for argument. “They want to talk? We’ll talk. Ashley, you stay here. Answer whatever questions they have. Jacob, you’re with me.” *** The interrogation room was exactly like you see on TV. The walls were a grimy beige and the single metal table was bolted to the floor.