Batman Interrogation Novels & Stories

Why did the detective bring a ladder to the interrogation room? He wanted to get to the top of the case! The interrogation room was cold. Metal chairs, a steel table, and harsh lights. It was a place where secrets came to die. King sat across from Liam, Detective Marshal standing nearby, a silent observer. Liam's face was a mask of bitterness. He looked at King, and then at Marshal. "So," Marshal began, his voice low and steady. "We're going to go over a few things again. Just to be clear."

"How did the interrogation go?" "There wasn't one." "What?" I was shocked. "I talked with Chad. He'll do something to make Amber happy." "Thank God!" Adam laughed and took my hand in his. "So, what else do you have a thing for?" Adam asked. "Mafia bosses, Batman, Darth Vader, and The Phantom of the Opera," I bluntly said. Adam started laughing. "What?" "I'm just surprised. Although you're disciplined and enjoyed JROTC, it sounds like you have a thing for criminals."

“Is he ready for interrogation now?” “He is,” Garrison replied. “He is in interrogation room three.” Fabrizio said nothing more. He turned around immediately and walked there. Interrogation Room Three was cold. A white light shone directly above the metal table, creating an unwelcoming atmosphere for anyone seated there. Abram was sitting in the interrogation chair. His hands were handcuffed to the metal armrests. His body leaned slightly forward. His face was bruised, his lips were split and there was dried blood on one corner of his temple. He looked weak and barely conscious, but he was still alive.

“Hope I’m not interrupting.” Out of defiance, Cato finished the kiss before he slowly pulled away. “You would have to be important to be an interruption. And you aren’t important.” Bates was in a black suit, dangerous and handsome like his brother. He had the same eyes and the same coldness—but he was definitely more arctic. His hands were in his pockets, and he glanced at me with obvious dislike. “I have Mr. Wong on a conference call. Thought you’d want to say a few words.”

“The difference is—you didn’t look away.” Emotion tightened my chest. Before I could respond, my phone rang again. This time, it was Agent Villanueva. “We need you,” she said. “Now.” --- The interrogation room was colder than I expected. Marcus Delgado sat across from me, separated by a long table and the weight of his own arrogance. He looked smaller without his tailored suits and commanding presence. Still dangerous—but diminished. His eyes locked onto mine, sharp and furious. “So,” he said smoothly. “You finally decided to burn everything down.”

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.

Damon’s POV Ryan let go of the silver wire and slapped Aiden awake. Once. Hard. “You don’t nod off during an interrogation. Didn’t you learn that in Beta training?” Ryan laughed, manically. My voice was calm. “We have all day. I need names and this ends. That’s all” Aiden sagged against the chair, smoke curling faintly from his skin. His breathing was ragged and shallow. His eyes darted between Damon and his coin and Ryan with the silver wire.

I went back to the police station, and I moved around it with familiar ease, like I was in my own house. I slumped down against the interrogation chair and asked Captain Zimmer cheerily, “What am I having for lunch today? Takeout again?” Captain Zimmer was a level-headed person. He did not even look at me as he continued preparing the interrogation. Meanwhile, Watson Xanders—Captain Zimmer’s partner—glared at me sternly and slammed his hands on the table. “Watch your tone, Mindy Fawkes! Why would we arrest you without proof? Just tell us. Why did you kill them?”

**** "Creighton my man! Goodness! How do you never age? It must be the bastard in you." There he is. The traitor. He looked out of place, with his silver hair and dignified looks, clashing with the bright orange uniform of offenders. Yet, he appeared calm. Reclined in his seat, his handcuffed hands laid bare on the table, the same shit eating grin I'd recognise anywhere. "You look like shit, Bayer. Jail does not suit you." I said, pulling out my chair. I looked around the interrogation room, taking note of the hidden and non hidden cameras. "What do you want?"

I had first-hand experience of her cruelty, after all. " Who sent you?" My voice was calm and firm as I asked, holding a silver whip in hand, a soft smile dancing on my lips as I stared at the two rogues. I was already in the interrogation hall, looking everything calm and composed, my demeanour not betraying the chaos within. Two warriors stood next to the rogues, looking troubled, fatigued, even. " Luna? We have been questioning them for the last forty minutes but we couldn't get anything from them." One of the warriors informed, frustration edging his tone.