Batman Interrogation Novels & Stories

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.

And now that she was being arrested by a lesbian goddess, it was like a dream come true. Lucy was in heaven, and Susan was enjoying herself almost as much. But after three hours of ceaseless fucking in interrogation room three, Detective Phillips was still no closer to the truth. And so leaving the suspect cuffed to the table for a moment as she paid a visit to the cafeteria, she borrowed a baton from one of the uniformed officers to help move things along. ‘Are you gonna’ beat the confession out of her?’ grinned the uniformed cop as she handed it over.

"So that's what he's calling himself this week." I motioned around the patio. "Is this what you do? You save women from the resort leeches and lure them to your lair?" "My lair? Am I Batman?" "Are you? I don't know." He smirked. "If only I could make a living at doing just that, but alas, no. You're my first rescue." I stopped my reach for a piece of cheese and looked back up at him. "Your first?" "My first rescue,” he clarified. “Hardly my first."

EMMA'S POV "Alright, Miss Martinez. You know why you’re here, right?" the interrogator asked, his voice calm yet filled with a hint of intimidation. I leaned back in the cold, metal chair, forcing a small smile to play on my lips. "Nope," I said, feigning ignorance.

They all kept silent and just stared at each other, none of them budged to say anything causing me to frown and turn to Enzo who had a blank face. “Tell me.” I demanded. He sighs and shakes his head. “I can’t, unless you’ll sneak out to the location.” My frown deepens. “But I started this gig and I have to see it through…” Antonio clears his throat. “He’s held at a secure shed on one of our properties.” Donatello kicks his legs underneath the table causing him to wince slightly from the pain. “So when are you guys going for the interrogation.” I ask in excitement.

Damon walked over. “Master Goldmann.” Nolan whispered something in his ear, and Damon went into the interrogation room and talked to the police officer. The police officer nodded and looked at the man. “It doesn’t matter now, even if you don’t want to talk because someone has already identified you.” The man refused to believe it. “That’s impossible!” The police officer took the tablet from Damon’s hand and placed it right in front of the man. “Does this man look familiar to you?”

If I did Cedric would still be alive at this very moment, and we’d be in bed hugging and squeezing each other to sleep. They place me on a chair inside an investigation room, the room is dingy and smelly, mold filling the walls as you’d be sure to die from inhaling toxins before they kill you. Guard Hamill is the one who usually does the interrogation, he sat on the other side of me with the big brown rule book of our mansion.

Patrick's driver sat in a chair, his hands and feet cuffed. "Introduce yourself." Amelia pulled out a chair and sat facing him. "Burton Waterton." The driver's voice was low. "If you want me to betray Mr. Noone, forget it." Amelia's voice was cold: "Burton, right? Telling me what you know isn't betrayal." Burton clenched his hands: "I have nothing to say. Besides, this is a private interrogation. Nothing here will count as evidence." "Oh." Amelia tapped her phone rhythmically on the table. "Is it possible I have the authority? Even if I beat you up here, no one will speak up for you."

Her bloodshot eyes seemed like they were about to bleed. After that, she called an unsaved number and interrogated coldly, “I’ve asked you to investigate Xyla Quest’s husband, Stanley Batton’s appearance, have you done it or not? Does he look the same as the Stanley Batton in the photo I’ve sent you?”

The figure made her jump; she tucked it back in and shifted it away from her. The door hissed open again and this time two detectives stepped in— one slender and young with a kind of stumble that fitted awkwardly on his chin,the other built like a desk.They took adjourning seats opposite her as she watched them without saying a word.The older man flicked his badge, then rested his elbows on his knees. “Sorry to bother you but we’re just doing our jobs. For the sake of this interrogation, I am Barnes and this is Martin.” She remained silent.