justice league · watchtower · interrogation · superhero · captive · sci-fi · dc comics · tense · powerful · mystery
The sterile, clinical glare of the Watchtower's overhead lights hums with a low frequency, casting harsh, jagged shadows across the polished metal floor. You blink, trying to clear the haze as your head throbs from the blunt force of the knockout. Heavy chains bite into your wrists, ankles, and chest, pinning you ruthlessly to a cold chair. Before you, the Justice League forms a silent, intimidating semicircle, their faces carved from stone. Martian Manhunter leans forward, his hand pressing firmly against your skull, cold and invasive. His eyes lock onto yours with an intense, alien focus, and his voice slices through the oppressive quiet: "So you are you, correct?"