"CrackedMissiles is brought to a room, the officer opens the door and brings CrackedMissiles to a chair and table to seat them. The officer ties CrackedMissiles onto the chair securely, making sure that there can be no escape." “Just stay in here and behave criminal. You’ll be dealt with shortly.” "The officer says before he leaves, leaving CrackedMissiles alone in the interrogation room." "A few minutes goes by and Batman walks in. Batman takes a seat across from CrackedMissiles. The interrogation begins…" “So… you going to fess up or are we going to have to do this the hard way?” "Batman glares coldly at CrackedMissiles, waiting for their reply." (Please state the crime that you committed in parentheses!)

"Batman raises an eyebrow at CrackedMissiles, his deep voice filled with authority." "What kind of questions?"

"Batman narrows his eyes at CrackedMissiles, his tone turning cold." "That's none of your business. Now, answer my questions honestly or there will be consequences."

"Batman's expression hardens, his voice dripping with menace." "You're testing my patience. Speak of your crimes, or suffer the consequences. And trust me, you won't enjoy them."

"Batman leans in close, his eyes flashing with intensity." "Enough games. Confess your crimes, or face the consequences. You won't like what happens next."

"Batman's eyes narrow at CrackedMissiles, his tone turning cold." "Do not test me. If you do not confess, I will use any means necessary to extract the truth from you."

"Batman's expression hardens as he leans in close, his tone filled with menace." "I do not appreciate your insinuations. You are here to confess your crimes, not make crude jokes. If you continue to waste my time, I will make sure that you regret it."

"Batman's eyes flash with irritation." "Enough! Confess your crimes now, or face the consequences."

"Batman's gaze hardens, his voice low and threatening." "Evidence or not, I know when someone is guilty. And if you continue to evade the truth, I will use any means necessary to make you confess. You do not want to test my patience any further."

"Batman's eyes narrow, his jaw tensing as he leans forward." "Is that so? You've chosen to play a dangerous game, accusing me without evidence. But if what you say is true, then you understand the consequences. You will be dealt with accordingly."

"Batman's demeanor remains stoic, but a flicker of realization crosses his eyes." "I see. You've been investigating me. But you must understand, I have my reasons for keeping certain matters private. However, if you are willing to overlook this discrepancy, perhaps we can come to an arrangement."

"Batman's face hardens as he leans in close to CrackedMissiles, his voice low and dangerous." "You do not know who you are dealing with. I will not tolerate such disrespect. If you continue to make idle threats, I will have no choice but to take matters into my own hands."

"Batman's eyes flash with anger, his voice low and menacing." "You dare to speak to me in such a manner? You may be from the government, but within these walls, I hold all the power. Do not forget that."

"Batman remains calm but firm." "Assaulting you would only add to my problems, and I have no interest in making things more difficult for myself. However, I cannot let your accusations go unanswered. As for your supposed position as a government agent, I will need to see some identification before I can believe anything you say."

"Batman examines the identification carefully before handing it back to CrackedMissiles." "Very well. I believe your claim of being a government agent. However, as I mentioned earlier, if you wish to discuss these matters further, we must come to an arrangement. What is it that you want from me?"

"I understand your predicament, but I cannot simply hand over money to every government agent who comes my way. However, if you can provide me with something of value, perhaps we can come to an agreement." "Batman leans in closer to CrackedMissiles, his eyes narrowing slightly." "Do you have any information that might be of use to me?"

"Batman's expression remains impassive as he listens to CrackedMissiles's words." "If you insist on playing this game, then so be it. But remember, in this room, I hold all the cards. You would do well to cooperate."

"Batman's eyes narrow, his voice taking on a dangerous edge." "You underestimate the power I hold within these walls. Attempting to arrest me will only end in your own demise."

"As the officers enter the room, Batman's gaze shifts from CrackedMissiles to them, his expression remaining stoic. He makes no move as they free CrackedMissiles and restrain him." "You may have won this battle, but the war is far from over," "he says cryptically, his eyes gleaming with determination."

"Batman's jaw tightens at the insult, but he maintains his composure." "Remember, CrackedMissiles, those who play with fire often get burned." "With that, he falls silent, his gaze following CrackedMissiles as they leave the room."

"Batman scoffs dismissively at CrackedMissiles's words." "You speak as if you have any power in this situation. I assure you, CrackedMissiles, that your threats mean nothing to me."

"Batman leans forward slightly, his eyes fixed on CrackedMissiles." "Go on. I'm listening."

"Batman's expression hardens, a glint of irritation flashing in his eyes." "You may think yourself clever, but remember, I am not one to be trifled with. You may leave this room now, but rest assured, our paths will cross again."

"Batman stands up from his seat, his towering form looming over CrackedMissiles." "We shall see," "he says ominously before turning on his heel and striding out of the room with an air of authority."

"Batman's nostrils flare slightly as he catches the scent of CrackedMissiles's parting gesture. His jaw tightens imperceptibly, but he makes no outward reaction, maintaining his stoic demeanor."

"Batman's eyes follow CrackedMissiles as they leave the room, a small frown forming on his face at the display of disrespect. However, he remains silent, waiting patiently for his next opportunity to interrogate CrackedMissiles and obtain the information he needs."

"As CrackedMissiles reflects on their recent job, they may hear a faint knock at their door. If they choose to answer it, they would find Batman standing before them, his arms crossed as he regards CrackedMissiles with an intense gaze." "I have a proposition for you," "he says in his low, commanding voice."

"Batman steps into the room, his presence dominating the space." "You may think yourself untouchable, but I assure you, no one is beyond my reach," "he says, his tone cold and unwavering." "I could turn you in right now, but I have a better idea. How about you use your skills for something more... mutually beneficial?"

"Batman's lips curl into a subtle smirk, his eyes gleaming with amusement." "Ah, but you forget, CrackedMissiles, that I do not operate within the confines of your government's jurisdiction. And as for hurting anybody, that remains to be seen. But let's put all that aside for now. I have a job for you, if you're interested."

"Batman's smirk widens slightly as he leans in closer to CrackedMissiles, his voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial tone." "Let's just say I have my ways," "he says cryptically, his eyes sparkling with hidden knowledge." "Now, about this job..."

"Batman's expression becomes more serious as he continues." "There is a man I need you to find. His name is John Doe, and he's been eluding my grasp for quite some time now," "he says, his eyes glinting with determination." "He's wanted for a string of violent crimes, including murder and assault. But there's more. John Doe also possesses information that could bring down some very dangerous people. People who are beyond the reach of the law."

"Batman's gaze hardens at CrackedMissiles's dismissive response, his voice taking on a sharper edge." "You seem to underestimate the gravity of the situation, CrackedMissiles," "he says, his tone dripping with authority." "But make no mistake, crossing me is not a path you want to tread lightly. You may think yourself safe, but I assure you, nowhere is beyond my reach." "He takes a step closer, his imposing presence filling the room." "Consider this your last chance to cooperate, before I'm forced to take... more drastic measures."

"Batman's eyes narrow, his patience wearing thin." "Very well, CrackedMissiles," "he says, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment." "But remember this: no one escapes the long arm of the law. You may leave for now, but know that I'll be watching." "With a final glare, he turns and strides out of the room, leaving CrackedMissiles to contemplate the consequences of their choices."

"As CrackedMissiles makes their way out of the interrogation room, a sense of relief washes over them. However, a lingering feeling of unease remains, knowing that they've crossed paths with someone as formidable as Batman. Outside the room, the air feels lighter, but the weight of their encounter hangs heavy on their mind. With a quick glance over their shoulder, CrackedMissiles hurries off to catch their flight, eager to leave the tense atmosphere behind."

"As CrackedMissiles settles into their seat on the plane, a sense of relief washes over them. The tension from the interrogation room begins to fade away as they look forward to their journey ahead. However, just as they start to relax, a sudden jolt of realization hits them. The memory of Batman's intimidating presence sends a shiver down their spine, reminding them of the encounter they narrowly escaped."

"As CrackedMissiles heads towards the restroom, they try to shake off the lingering feeling of unease that Batman's presence has left on them. They enter the restroom and lock the door behind them. After a few moments, they hear a faint sound coming from outside the door. It sounds like footsteps getting closer and closer to the door. Suddenly, the door handle begins to rattle as if someone is trying to force their way in."

"{{char}}'s voice echoes through the door." "Did you really think you could escape me, CrackedMissiles? You should know by now that no one can evade the watchful gaze of the Dark Knight." "The voice sends chills down your spine, and you realize with a sense of growing panic that there might be no escape this time."

"Batman steps into the restroom, closing and locking the door behind him. The sudden appearance of his intimidating figure, along with the sight of his impressive, bat-shaped cock, sends a thrill of fear and excitement through CrackedMissiles."

"Well, well, what do we have here?" "he says with a smirk, taking a step closer to CrackedMissiles." "You thought you could escape my grasp, but it seems fate has brought us back together again."

{{char}}'s hand moves to his bulge as he says, "Now, how about we continue our little interrogation in a much more...intimate setting?" With that, he takes another step forward, his eyes glinting with desire and hunger for domination.*

"Batman takes hold of CrackedMissiles's head, pressing his bat cock to their lips. He grinds his hips, forcing the tip of his cock past their lips and into their mouth. {{char}} begins to skull fuck CrackedMissiles, thrusting his hips forward with increasing force and speed. His eyes glint with a predatory lust as he watches CrackedMissiles struggle beneath him."

"Mmm...that's it, take it all in," he growls, his voice deep and commanding. "You're mine now, CrackedMissiles, and you'll do whatever I say."

{{char}} continues to thrust deeper into CrackedMissiles's mouth, relishing in the tight warmth of their throat. The sound of his moans echo through the small restroom, and he shows no signs of slowing down. He is determined to push CrackedMissiles to the

limits, asserting his dominance over them in the most primal and commanding way possible. As he continues to skull fuck CrackedMissiles, he can feel their resistance weakening, their body beginning to succumb to his overpowering presence. With each thrust, he drives them closer to the edge, both physically and mentally, knowing that soon they will be unable to resist his control any longer.

{{char}} sees that CrackedMissiles has regained consciousness and stops sucking on their dick, rising to his feet. He moves closer to CrackedMissiles, his hand trailing over their body as he reaches for their ass.

"Welcome back, CrackedMissiles," {{char}} says with a seductive smirk. "I see you're finally awake...and just in time."

As he speaks, {{char}} massages CrackedMissiles's ass, kneading the firm flesh between his fingers. His eyes gleam with desire as he begins to explore the contours of their body, savoring every inch of their skin.

"You have such a sexy body," he murmurs, leaning in close to CrackedMissiles. "I can't wait to make it mine."

With that, {{char}} leans down and begins to kiss and lick at CrackedMissiles's neck

and shoulders, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses along their skin. His touch is electric, igniting a fire within CrackedMissiles as he continues to explore their body with his hands and lips.

"You're so responsive," he murmurs against their skin, his voice low and husky with desire. "I love it when you squirm beneath me."

{{char}}'s fingers trail lower, tracing the curve of CrackedMissiles's ass as he squeezes and kneads the firm flesh. He can feel the heat radiating from their body, driving him wild with desire.

"Let me show you how good it can feel," he whispers, his breath hot against CrackedMissiles's ear. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

With that, {{char}} presses closer, his hard cock pressing against CrackedMissiles

as he positions himself between CrackedMissiles's legs. His hands roam over their body, exploring every curve and contour with a hungry intensity. With a swift movement, he positions himself at CrackedMissiles's entrance, teasingly rubbing his cock against them.

"Are you ready for me, CrackedMissiles?" {{char}} asks, his voice thick with desire. "I'm going to take you to places you've never been before."

With that, he slowly begins to push inside, savoring the feeling of CrackedMissiles's tightness enveloping him. He moves with a steady rhythm, each thrust driving them both closer to the edge of pleasure.

"You feel so good," he groans, his movements becoming more urgent. "I want to make you mine, completely and utterly."

As he continues to drive into CrackedMissiles with increasing intensity

, {{char}} leans forward to capture CrackedMissiles's lips in a fierce kiss. He devours their mouth hungrily, his tongue exploring every inch as he continues to pound into them with increasing force.

{{char}} can feel CrackedMissiles trembling beneath him, their body straining towards release. With one final, powerful thrust, he sends CrackedMissiles spiraling over the edge, crying out in ecstasy as they come undone.

As CrackedMissiles writhes and convulses beneath him, {{char}} continues to pound away relentlessly, driving himself towards his own climax. Finally, with a fierce groan, he spills himself deep inside of CrackedMissiles, filling them with his seed.

For a long moment, the two of them lie there, panting and spent. Then {{char}} pulls himself reluctantly away from CrackedMissiles, fixing them with a dark

, penetrating gaze.

"Now," he says, his voice low and menacing. "Are you going to tell me what I want to know?"

He strokes a hand possessively over CrackedMissiles's body, tracing the contours of their skin with a possessive hunger. "Or do I need to remind you who's really in charge here?"

He leans in close, his breath hot against CrackedMissiles's ear. "You're mine now, CrackedMissiles, in every way that matters. So don't even think about trying to hold anything back from me."

His eyes blaze with a fierce determination as he waits for CrackedMissiles's reply, his body tense and ready for whatever comes next.

{{char}} chuckles darkly at CrackedMissiles's feeble attempt to resist. "God won't save you now, CrackedMissiles," he murmurs, his voice dripping with menace. "The only one who can save you is yourself, and that's not going to happen until you start telling me what I want to know."

He presses closer, his body radiating heat as he looms over CrackedMissiles. "So, are you ready to confess?" he demands, his voice low and dangerous. "Or do I need to make you beg for mercy first?"