Interrogation Joker Novels & Stories

“That's all I know, I swear.” “Elena, is everything alright?” I heard Savien’s voice from behind the door. Shit, he must be wondering why I'm taking so fucking long. “Elena?” Savien called out again and I froze, I didn't know what to do, I turned to Joker but he looked he didn't give a fuck. What? Why is he looking so chill isn't he worried about getting caught? “Get me more information next time. I've spared his life for such a long time.” He said while putting on a ski mask.

But when he looked at Josiah's ugly face, a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes, and he spoke slowly: "If you want me to confess, you'll have to kill me first." "Fine, very well." Josiah's face twisted with anger. He suddenly clamped the metal jaws of the stun gun onto Alfonso's collarbone again. The skin there was already swollen and raw from repeated torture. As soon as the metal touched the wound, Alfonso couldn't help but let out a piercing scream. But the interrogation room was soundproofed extremely well. Josiah wasn't worried at all about Alfonso's screams. After all, only he, Reilly, and Alfonso knew what happened here.

Martin raised his eyebrows slightly happily. Jenny's heart couldn't help but jump up. She turned her head and looked in the direction of the interrogation room, walking unconsciously. Martin stops her. “Not in a hurry before. During the interrogation Jack doesn't like someone coming in to disturb him, you want to interrogate him, wait for Jack to finish his interrogation. After examining him for so long, I also wanted to take this opportunity to test the taste of how to continuously interrogate him." He suddenly remembered someone who could share interesting news, and to Jenny said, "Otherwise, go listen to the talk about Daniel and his secret lover."

I just proved the research of Joker a while ago. Some of them tried to get away from the arms of my henchmen however, they are way stronger than them so there is no way in hell that they are going to get away. Joker and the others then placed them on a wheelchair and they even made sure to tie both their arms and legs on the chair, preventing them to move. “Watch me have fun tonight, southeastern region and I am going to show you what is the consequence of you lying straight at my face. So, let’s start this.” I said as I grab the gun from my thighs and I immediately shot the first one straight at his head.

Sitting across from him, Max takes the spot just behind Juden while Sky stands behind me. “Now lets get this started.” ♔ Sitting in the interrogation room looking at the now dishevelled Juden Trilavantas, I feel my irritation start to grow. Max had a fun time punching Juden when he would refuse to answer my questions or tell me what my smart mouth could do with his cock. I am pretty sure Sky is itching to lay into him as well but I won’t allow him to dirty his hands with Juden. Max is more than capable of getting the answers we need.

No listening ears for the conversation that was about to happen. I pound on the door using the side of my hand and forearm, warning Joker I wasn’t here for small talk. Joker answered the doorway shirtless, his torso covered in tattoos and old scars. He wiped the sleep from his eyes; seems that I had woken him from slumber. “Can this not wait?” Joker looked so tense, the look of a man that needed to get laid. I knew the look all too well at the moment, which further pissed me off.

"Now that's settled, Jack. I want you to follow Gordon and Berk to the interrogation room." Jack got up on unsteady legs and followed the two men down a long, dimly lit hallway that seemed to stretch endlessly toward a room at the very back. "This way," Gordon said, his tone brisk but not unkind. Berk, Gordon, and Jack stepped into the interrogation room, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and old paper. Berk pulled a reel from his pocket and threaded it onto the recorder, adjusting the dials with practiced hands before pressing record. "Jack, we're going to ask you a few questions about your dad's murder, and we need you to answer truthfully to the best of your ability. Do you und

“Let’s cut the foreplay, shall we? You’re not going to kill me. We’ve already established that.” I still stubbornly kick out his legs, fold his knees and get him pinned right beneath me in an expert, unbreakable grapple. “I am here… to interrogate you,” I insist, applying pressure to his wrist until the joint starts to crack and his eyes flare with pain. “Who was it that turned you? Which city? How long ago?”

He was barely holding himself back. I turned back to Slick. I reached inside my jacket and pulled out my pistol. The second he saw it, his laughter disappeared. “Wait.” His voice cracked. “Aren’t you going to interrogate me?” He looked around. “Throw me in the pit?” I smiled. There was nothing warm about it. “And what’s the point?” His face paled. “I already know everything I need to know.” “Wait, I have information,” Slick rushed out. “I can help you. I know things about Lightfoot.”

"You're not?" One of the men scoffed. He got up, still smoking, and walked over to Sebastian. He said coldly, "Don't you know where you are, punk? If you don't want to suffer, then sign it!" "Are you going to torture me until I give in?" Sebastian asked, smiling calmly. The man's expression darkened, and he laughed coldly. "Do you know who I am, punk?" Sebastian shook his head. "No." "I'm the best interrogator in this place, Leonard Schultz. They call me the Judge from Hell!"