Batman Interrogation Novels & Stories

Steve Baldwin walked tiredly home. The sun was beaming hotly on him and he sweated profusely. He was coming back from his father's grocery store. It had been a torrid 24hrs already. From seeing the corpse of Amanda Fortune, to spending hours in police station for unending questioning and interrogation. As expected, for being the one to discover the body, he was the first suspect. After long hours, his father and a lawyer arrived. Even though he was just a minor and wasn't supposed to be interrogated without the presence of his parents, they went ahead, bombarding him with brain draining questions, accusing him of what he didn't do. They didn't listen to his story even after he repeated it se

Kat entered the interrogation room where she met Harris patiently waiting for her. It was very embarrassing to stare into his eyes after what they had just done consciously but as she has said earlier, she can't let all the people that put their trust in her down. "The interrogation of the first suspect on the Full Moon serial murder case will continue now." She announced, taking a quick glance at one of the CCTVs once again. "You may proceed." The Major replied from the Camera room. "Mate, your eyes are puffy, did someone hurt you?" He asked, staring at her with so much concern that if a clueless person was there they would think his questions were truly sincere and out of concern but Kat w

Calvin stated. I took a deep breath before getting onto my feet. "Let's go." Robert had called me in for an interrogation. Usually Jack would help me by telling me what to say and what to expect to calm me down a bit but since he wasn't here, I was on my own on this one. Why I am being interrogated? Simple, Robert knows I'm the Black Falcon and everyone else doesn't. During our first negotiation without Jack or Adrian, something went wrong and police managed to arrest Mandy and Felix.

Every time I spoke, my voice cracked the stillness. “I already told you, I’m not the leak.” I got no reaction. “I wasn’t working with Bruce. Or Marcus. And definitely not with him.” I didn’t dare speak the Cloak’s name. Not here, not to his men. The interrogator finally moved, resting his elbows on the table and leaning in as if sharing a secret. “You’re lying.” His voice was calm and certain. He tapped the camera with one finger, slowly and deliberately like he knew who was watching.

Handsome. Agneta shook her head as her thoughts started to run wild and immediately turned her head away. He tried to keep himself busy by tidying up some of his clothes in the wardrobe. He could hear what they were talking about. They discussed the superhero Batman. Agneta knows that Regan really likes the heroine; she even has a lot of dolls. And Dave? Agneta remembered something; she remembered she had seen many Batman miniatures in her old apartment when Agneta was forced into it. Before that unfortunate incident, he saw a glass cabinet containing a miniature of Batman. Ah, why are they so similar? thought Agneta.

Tears welled in his eyes as his words tumbled out, "None of this would have happened..." The door opened, and another man walked into the room, holding a file in his hand. Christopher Lee, the lead interrogator, walked fully into the room and sat across from Logan. He was a seasoned detective with a reputation for getting confessions out of even the toughest suspects. Logan knew he was in for a grueling interrogation. "Thank you, Murray, but you know you shouldn't be here. This is the case of the Department Of Criminal Intelligence now. You can watch from behind the glass. I will try to be gentle with our pretty boy here." The sarcasm dripping from his tone was clear as day.

She says in tears before I am being pulled into the interrogation room. I am made to seat in the interrogation room all alone and a few minutes later a plumppy short brown headed man walks in with a folder in hand. " Good day mr Laurenzo. I am detective Rohan and I will be asking you some questions today. I advise you cooperate" He says " First question , did you or didn't you kill Gary Suzanne?" He ask casually as though he expects me to just come clean. " No, I didn't" I say nonchalantly " Where were you on 26 of February, at 10pm, 2 years ago?" He ask

The interrogation room was freezing. It was designed that way. Cold makes people uncomfortable. Discomfort makes people talk. I sat at the metal table, my hands cuffed to the bar bolted to the floor. I was still wearing my jumpsuit from the heist, but they had taken my belt and shoelaces. My mugshot was already flashing on the news channels in the lobby. Vivian Thorne. Accomplice to Treason. The heavy door buzzed and opened.

Perhaps, with this leverage, he would be able to find Asa easily. Upon reaching the warehouse, he was met with the sight of five men, stripped down to their undergarments. Each man sported a similar tattoo inked across their shoulder, a sure sign of their allegiance to a gang. In a calm but authoritative tone, Biden began his interrogation, "Who sent you?" Silence greeted his question, with none of the men offering any information. They played ignorant, as if they hadn't heard him. Unfazed, Biden persisted, "Where is Asa?" Once again, his question was met with stubborn silence. The men refused to utter a single word.

As Chase refired the bullet, a hole appeared in Leigh's forehead behind Eric, and he immediately fell down. Chase appeared as though he was looking at a corpse. Facing his gaze, Eric immediately knelt down and begged for mercy. "Chase, Mr. Chase, d-don't kill me. I'll give you anything you want. My name is Eric Bateman, and I'm the only son of the Bateman family—a prominent family in Chitara. I can give you anything you want!" "Oh, really?" Chase chuckled teasingly. "Can you tell me where the headquarters of the Martial Arts Alliance is?"