Batman Interrogation Novels & Stories

"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.

Shaking. “No— no, please. Don’t let him touch me. I’ll talk. I’ll call the name. Just don’t let him—” I step closer. “Why,” I ask quietly, crouching in front of him, “did you wait to see me before deciding to cooperate?” He sobs. I stretch out my hand without looking. A metal bat is placed into it. I stand slowly. The room goes silent except for his broken breathing. “You would have given them what they asked?” I tilt my head slightly, my eyes tracking a stray drop of blood as it hits the concrete. “Now, I left my drink to come down into this dampness.”

His mind began speaking with him. Colton nodded, relieved that he had finally gotten the trust of the detective somehow. As he was led out of the interrogation room, he saw Jameson standing in the hallway, waiting for him. "What the hell, Jameson?!" **************** Blake's Interrogation. Blake had been sitting in his wheelchair waiting for the detective to come in. He was already getting tired. Blake was already getting somewhat old. 'Old men don't fit in the society.' his son would always joke, but Blake always took it personal.

Who could call me on this number? Keeping my suspension aside, I picked up the call and placed it on my desk on speaker mode. "Colton Black speaking." I said in an icy cold voice. "Batman, it's me, Chase and you sounded very rude to my ears." I heard the most unexpected person's voice from other side. I dropped the pen I was holding and quickly turned off the speaker mode. Placing the phone near my ear I spoke,"Hey buddy, how did you get my number?" I asked him in surprise.

Once we find out, my subordinates will report to me at once. "I trust in Ms. Griffin's and Mr. Ballard's characters. They probably wouldn't lie." Larys relaxed slightly when he heard what Vince had to say. … In the interrogation room, Tanner had been thoroughly provoked to anger by Sebastian. He held his gun against the back of Sebastian's head and threatened him in a cold voice, saying, "Ballard, I'm warning you. My patience is limited! "This is your last chance! Tell me the truth about where you stole the anti-cancer formula from, why you kidnapped Ms. Sutton, and what motive you had to commit murder!

Our kin’s body temperature tended to run hot, so this was a cause for concern. Pushing thoughts of getting Silas to see the doctor aside for now, I asked Silas, “What brings you here?” We had only talked a couple of hours ago. I had been prepared to head out for an inspection at the borders of Dale City, but it was postponed due to receiving a message from Silas. Silas didn't respond immediately, instead asking, “Has the interrogation turned up any new information, Matthias?” I turned to Beta Leon who began to explain, “The rogues being interrogated have let slip some information but they are only bits and pieces for now. Nothing solid to use as evidence.”

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

*** Interrogation Room 1 In his original world, he is the one who does the interrogation of the suspects. Instead of questioning the suspect like he always does in his old world, Ryan is the one who is wearing handcuffs. Right now, the two police officers adjacent to him keep staring at his face. Ryan ashamedly drooped his head. He had fallen too low! How could he, an honorable police officer detained in the interrogation room as a possible murder suspect?!

She turned towards the place he had pointed, and noticed a tiny Batman figurine stood in the corner, perched on the base near the radio. “That’s Batman, right?” Kael repeated, this time in a higher voice. Laurel blinked in surprise. She had expected Kael to stay completely withdrawn. Yet here he was, talking. And to a stranger. He knew not to talk to a stranger, she had drilled that in him before he even clocked five. Nolan chuckled from his seat, glancing at the figurine in the dashboard. “Sharp eyes,” he said with a smile. “Yeah, that’s Batman. But he’s not my favorite.”

And Caleb—eyes dry now—watched with cold satisfaction. You don't mess with me like that Madeline Carter. You actually underestimated because of what I look like on the outside but you don't really know me. *** Interrogation Room – FBI Headquarters, Beverly Hills Madeline Carter sat rigidly in the harsh fluorescent light, the chill of the sterile room biting through her designer blazer. Across the table, Detective Marcus Reed watched her steadily, a man who had seen countless cases crumble or stand on evidence — and this one, he said quietly, was sealed tight.