Batman Interrogation Novels & Stories

--- When break time began, the children rushed outside. Miss Emma watched carefully. Leo immediately ran to the fence. And before anyone could stop him, he smiled brightly. "HELLO!" Lucas froze. The investigator whispered, "He's talking to you." Lucas laughed nervously. "I can see that." Leo held the fence. "You came back." Lucas walked closer slowly. "Yes." "I knew you would." Lucas smiled. "You did?" Leo nodded proudly. "I told Martha." Lucas chuckled. "Really?" "She said maybe you're Batman."

“Anything else like what?” “Anything your body is doing differently.” Her eyes lifted to mine. “You mean apart from suddenly auditioning for a superhero movie?” “I mean apart from the reflex.” “I thought we agreed not to make a thing out of that.” “We did.” “And yet here we are.” “I’m asking once.” “That is usually how interrogation starts.” “You have a very dramatic understanding of interrogation.” “You come from a family that has security at the gate.” “That proves nothing.” “It proves I have excellent instincts.”

“Thanks for helping me start the job. I’ll report to head quarters once we’re done with the cops'' The drive to Area G lasted for twenty one minutes more. Anita and Ken were ushered into the station immediately. After taking down a written statement, they were ushered into another officer for interrogation The interrogator, an officer in his early forties walked into the room carrying an android device in his hands.

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.

I tried my hardest to keep my expression calm, suppressing my instincts as an agent so I wouldn't sound like I was conducting a professional interrogation about what kind of weapon he was talking about. But Bentley was apparently far too perceptive. He narrowed his beautiful eyes, flashing a super-wide smile that looked so adorable. "Wow… is this what it feels like to be interrogated by a police officer?" I froze instantly with a stiff face because he'd seen right through my cover story. Seeing my reaction, Bentley just chuckled without looking threatened in the slightest. "But it's okay. If it's you, go ahead and ask me anything you want, Sweetheart. I'll answer everything."

**** "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?"

-The scene from the interrogation room: A great effort by Detective Mohammed. A dim yellow light hangs from a single lamp in the ceiling, casting intermittent shadows on the pale walls. The air is heavy, and silence hangs over the room like a taut thread about to snap. Behind a wide wooden desk, Detective Mohammed sits, a pen between his fingers, his eyes fixed on the papers scattered before him. A wall clock ticks with a monotonous rhythm, adding to the tension of the moment.

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.

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.

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.