Batman Interrogation Novels & Stories

Storm clapped me on the back. “Don’t worry, we will conduct an investigation. We will let the Bennetts admit where they have taken Hanna Walker during interrogation,” Storm promised. While waiting for their lawyer to appear, the interrogation team led by Storm entered the aquarium while I watched outside with my brothers. Storm forbade me to come in, knowing the intensity of my emotions. It would be hard for them to control me. The interrogation had a one-way mirror that allowed me to observe outside without being recognized by the Bennetts. That is why we call it the aquarium.

he said in a solemn voice. Pack members looked at one another, shifting on their feet uncomfortably. The Omegas stood on one side. Some looked relieved, and some looked sad. “Now that we have gotten that out of the way, we will now start the interrogation proper,” I said in a cold voice. “Elder Nimue, your title will not be regarded during this questioning. If we find that you are lying or trying to hide the truth, you will be punished severely. When I ask questions, I want you to answer as truthfully as you can. Do you understand?” I asked.

Yuck! These people have no idea what they want and from who. Caitlyn clearly has a motive, her son a different motive and I know all too well what Bane is after. “So, they finally got themselves together and got one of you into an interrogation room.” A dark hoarse male voice croaks. We all turn our head to the cell besides mine and Ruby’s. Ethan sits up, and Ruby gasps when she sees his face. He is black and blue all over from a thorough beating.

The fluorescent lights flickered ominously in the dim interrogation room, a solemn temple of truth where shadows danced on beige walls. The accountant Henry sat hunched over the steel table, his palms sweating against its cold surface, struggling under a barrage of intense scrutiny. Detective Hayes, a seasoned investigator known for his dogged determination, leaned forward, his piercing gaze locked onto Henry’s anxious face. Behind him, two members of his team—Officer Kelly and Sergeant Ramirez—stood ready to catch any trace of deception.

TIMOTHY POV Timothy sat slumped in the hard metal chair, his hands cuffed behind his back. His eyes darted around the interrogation room, his breaths shallow and rapid. He refused to speak, even as they spat out question after question. The police had been interrogating him for hours, but he held firm, waiting for his lawyer to arrive. Detective Martinez, a burly man with a stern countenance, leaned across the table. "Look, Timothy, we know you were at the scene of the crime. You can make this easier on yourself if you just cooperate."

Watson said, the other agents nodded. “No we can’t involve them, having another party on board would only slow down the process, we can only let them onto what we are doing when we have gotten enough evidence to effect an arrest” Danny said. “I have briefed Interpol, so they would be of help when it’s time to effect an arrest” Watson said. He brought a small device out of his breast pocket, and handed it over to Danny. “You would use this to communicate with the guys” he said. The waiter reappeared at their table with some servers bearing trays on their shoulders, they served the men their meals.

Completing the quest automatically decrypted the flash Ray had given him, and it made him happy to note that this one thing against the Romanos worked. "Boss, he's in the interrogation room now," DiCarlo said walking into his office. "Interrogation, huh? " Bruno smiled "I have a few ideas on how to interrogate that idiot." He said. He followed DiCarlo to the room. There in the dimly lit small space was a man who had gotten enough best say tied to a chair "Ooo you guys didn't welcome our guest so well. What did you feed him?" Bruno asked sarcastically enjoying the view of the beat-up man.

I knelt down on the ground and began a gruesome interrogation of clawing my claws into their backs so they could tell me who sent them. "Who sent you,?" I growled menacingly and the Rogues whimpered repeatedly in pain as I dug my claws into their flesh. "We can't tell you," they both said in unison with gritted teeth and teary eyes. My heart constricted with rage… it's been minutes since I began digging my claws into their backs but my interrogation yielded nothing. No matter how much pain I inflicted upon them, the rogues remained resolute, refusing to reveal the purpose of their unannounced visit.

ELLA'S POV My heart pounded in anticipation as I watched Tommy back up my phone's information into a new phone. I just hoped it hadn't been tampered with. We all sat and watched the backup kept loading and I couldn't control my impatience. It was taking too long and I was getting annoyed. Just then, the door barged open, and the man from earlier returned with papers in his hands, and I sat up immediately. “Sir, we have the results of the tests. The bats had no fingerprints at all.” He said and my heart sank when I realized that they were all wearing gloves. No wonder they could pass the blame onto me too easily.

"Your eyebrows just went up. That means you're lying... Your pupils are dilating. That's a sign of guilt..." No one acknowledged her. In the interrogation room, a harsh white light washed the color from her face. Two officers sat across from her, their expressions grim. "Lillian Doyle. Forty-eight. Renowned psychologist. Leading expert in micro-expression analysis." The interrogating officer flipped through the case file, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well then, Professor... let's watch your daughter's 'performance' together." He pressed play. The large screen on the wall lit up.