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.”

She might hate this, but it was the right thing to do. “To interrogate the culprit from the banquet’s massacre,” Ryan continued. “Please bear in mind that all the questioning will be done by Alpha Everett the head of the Council. If you wish to question the suspect please raise a hand to prevent clashing. The suspect will be heavily injected with the truth serum, thus for successful interrogation, I hope you would bear these rules in mind.” The Alphas shared a glance and nodded in turns. Ryan took a second to scan the atmosphere for any rejections, when no one objected he continued.

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?"

Janus The iron chair scrapes loudly against the concrete floor as I slam both hands on the metal table, leaning directly into the rogue's bloody face. "I'm going to ask you one last time, you piece of shit," I growl, my voice vibrating the small stone walls of the interrogation cell. "Who gave you the clearance codes for our eastern border patrol?" The rogue just grins, his yellow teeth stained with red saliva. He doesn't look like a wolf who is terrified of an Alpha. He looks like a man who knows he is already dead. His throat twitches once, a faint cracking sound coming from inside his mouth.

“I’m sorry?” “I want to meet him. Face to face.” Silence. Longer this time. “Procedurally… that’s not common,” he said finally. “Interrogations are only conducted by authorized personnel.” “I’m not asking to replace you,” I cut in calmly. “I just want one conversation. Consider it my attempt to extract information.” “…Understood, sir. We’ll consider it. But you’ll need to follow regulations.” “That won’t be a problem.” “In that case, please come to the station. We’ll prepare a room.”

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.