Detroit: Become Human - Connor RK800 One Shots

#20 Component

Connor x Criminal!Reader

Note: I actually had a pretty fleshed out concept and I'm going to share my idea dump at the end. Since this was another project abandoned before it could be properly written out in full, you are absolutely free to use this idea to form a one shot/fic/series of your own! Just ask for my permission first and tag me as credit to the idea x

An alarm wailed throughout a building, unknown to most, hidden from the rest of society. It was a generally secluded area of Detroit that no one really took notice of, until the incident occurred...

"Fuck it, we're busted! Raiden, let's go!" You screamed over the sound of the sirens. In one of your hands you held a bag. The other was ushering your redhead deviant partner in crime, Raiden to the nearest exit. He scrambled after you, looking a little flustered for an android.

"I told you this would happen, (Y/N)." He proved his earlier statement correct as you sprinted through the familiar halls of your gang's complex. "You could have just picked on someone your own size, but no, of course you thought it was a smart idea to steal the component from our boss. And what for? To patch up one little error you made. One. Fucking. Error." He sounded like a rapper the way he exaggerated those last three words. You disliked his lack of optimism even more, as big brutes appeared from the shadows to pursue you both. Once upon a time, they were your colleagues. Now, they were the people you really didn't want your head crushed by.

"Surely he won't notice!" You pointlessly claimed, Raiden simply rolled his eyes back and continued to run, clumps of his fiery locks flying in all directions.

"We'll kill you, you fucking bitch!" One of the brutes, who you think was named Calvin, yelled at you from behind.

"Well that's not nice boys! How would you like it if I gave you a death threat?" You teased, aggravating your pursuers.

"Shut it whore and give us the component!" Another horrid male specimen spoke out. You were hardly outraged about the abusive comments you got from your former male counterparts. It was just something you learned to ignore while working with them. It was an unjust thing for them to segregate and hassle you because of your gender but alas, it was true. You were the only female in a gang filled to the brim with men. You had proved your worth time and time again but a few of the guys still couldn't respect you or treat you as an equal. Calvin and What's-his-face were the perfect examples of those who didn't tolerate your role in the gang. They thought you to be their bartender, their cleaner, their waitress, their play-thing. But no, you never stood for it, not even once. And here you were now, whipping their asses in a way that would easily be worse for them if they didn't catch you. If your escape plan succeeded, undoubtedly it would, then those awful brutes would have it in for themselves. The boss would squish their souls like disabled insects underneath his boot.

"Aw baby, I don't think I will!" You accelerated in speed and flipped them the bird.

"Assholes! You can go suck my-" Raiden chipped in.

"Suck your what? You ain't got nothing there dipshit!" What's-his-face verbally murdered Raiden's sentence in a second. That was the thing that brought you and Raiden together, you were a woman and Raiden, an android. You were both outcasts according to the rest of the gang, and that's how you liked it. You both had bonded, knowing one another like the back of the other's hand. You knew all his history and he knew yours. You were a pair, brought together by injustice in the workplace. Soon, they would all regret that they'd separated you two from everyone else.

Your escape was pure simplicity because of how well you knew the warehouse. A few of your 'friends' stood down and retreated, while others refused to tire. Taking a sharp right turn, you made it to a clearing. A garage, which was practically designed for your convenience. You did a 180 degree turn to barricade the door, stalling your enemies, giving you time to bolt. Raiden straddled the closest motorbike and revved the ignition. You listened to its healthy growl, telling you that his bike had just the right amount of fuel ingested into it. You swung the bag around your shoulder again and claimed a motorcycle of your own. It also purred happily with its use, your escape was now inevitable thanks to it. There was loud pounding on the walls, the pursuit was still on.