Bruce Wayne Detective Novels & Stories

Not knowing who the man was, was giving him serious anxiety. The man reached for his belt and unhooked a badge from there. "My name is Detective Damian Wayde with Ranem PD. The lieutenant said you had some info for us. I'm sorry for blinding you with the flash light, but I had to make sure it was really the both of you, not some decoys." "How do we know you're who you say you are, not some impostor?" Jo asked suspiciously. "Who else would I be?" The man asked exasperatedly.

A bright jolly guy— he now wears his mask. Harold stood in front of the police station. He looked at it for seconds before he came inside. Looking around, he saw detectives wearing exhausted look on their face. It is obvious that all have been working so hard, even without sleep. As he stood near the entrance, of of the detective noticed him. “Excuse me? What do you need?” Harold glanced at the detective’s I.D. He read [“Ned Bexley”] Based on his Intel, this man is working under the team leader of Major Crime Unit 1, Adler Blaine’ A.K.A, the reason why Harold visited the station.

I took another sip before I asked him if Bruce is that good. "I put my life in his hand, Ty. His work is very detailed, look... I know you must've felt like you know Kayleigh. But this is where Bruce does his magic, he can detach himself from his feelings. He will be so focused that he can put himself in any shoes he wants. He's the best profiler I know, he can read body language so damn well." Sighing and relaxing back to my seat, I continue to listen to Dale, then remembered about his text on my way to meet Dale.

he told him and Matteo just nodded, thinking of what Spade wanted the guest list for, last he checked the man was a Don and not a detective. Spade could feel it in his bones that something was definitely amiss here, and something tells him that it's not just a coincidence that all those targeted were people close to him, and now the cops have his car in custody, everything was already forming a pattern and he could see from a mile away whose handwork this was Matteo relaxed back on the couch, the leather making a loud noise. Spade looked back at the laptop screen, whoever this mystery man was, they didn't even know half of what they were messing with.

The man waddles up to them confidently and flashes his badge. “Detective Maximo Diaz. Anti-Cybercrime Group. You Nathaniel Policarpio?” Nate nods hesitantly. “I received your tip about the Boogeyman. Is he in the building?” “Yes, sir!” Nate blurts out, fighting the urge to make a salute. The detective finally spares the other cops a glance. “Who are you supposed to be?” The ranking officer of the four stiffens and shouts: “Sir, backup, sir!” ****

The detective waved her hand. Suddenly, a rusty metallic smell filled the room. Rick was pushed into the room with bruises and wounds. “Mr Fernando… Do you know this man here” The detective motioned towards Ray. Rick nodded. “He's my dawg,” he chuckled. Ray felt chills run down his spine, visibly disgusted by Rick's comment. “What was Mr Raymond's part in the website” “He built it from start to finish and if there were any issues, he fixed them…” Rick responded. The detective turned back to Ray, “Do you still have no idea who he is?”

“Ma’am, can you talk to us? We’re here to help. What’s your name?” I gulped hard before I answered, “Brielle. Brielle Champagne.” “Ok. That's a start. Thank you, Ms. Champagne. I’m Detective Morris with Chicago P.D. Can you tell me what happened while they work on your friend?” The detective was very nice and patient with me. He was tall, fit, and had a lot of tattoos. Like a marine, maybe. The gear he had on looked like it weighed almost as much as he did, but he carried it well, and it was obvious he took his job very seriously.

“May I come in and interrogate him now?” “Sure.” I stepped sideways to allow him through. He flashed me a look that made me feel naked before entering the house. At that point, I was already having second thoughts about the whole thing. But Derrick needed to get justice and the mysterious detective was all we were stuck with. “Come with me.” I led the way to the bedroom with the detective following closely behind. Derrick’s brows creased in confusion as we walked in. That changed when the detective produced a badge from the pocket of his pants and held it up for both of us to see.

Detective Maxwell entered his boss's office after being informed by one of the officers that his attention is needed in Mr Bane's office.Mr Bane was sworn in by the mayor as the chief of police two years ago after he arrested Stan who happened to be the drug lord back then and he also provided a good evidence to be used against him.

Well, there was no way the Detective was my friend, but I suppose it wouldn't be wrong to call Bruda off him. “Give us some time together, Bruda,” I said. He turned to me uncertainly but didn't get me to repeat myself. He quietly fell back a couple of feet abs stopped right where he would watch me and Davies closely. “Are you stalking me now?” I asked with my hands on my waist. The Detective laughed calmly. “No. I'm off duty.” He gestured at the trolley before him. “Just wanted to make breakfast and realized that I'm low on supplies. Had to make a quick run to the mall.”