Detriot: Becomes Human (One shots)

New Mission

Dominate!Connor x Deviant!Reader

- Lustful Fluff

- Club

- Interrogation

Connor's POV

"Lieutenant," I called, turning to the man struggling to climb out of his car.

"What is it?" He snapped, freeing himself from his seatbelt.

"The deviant is said to have (h/c) colored hair and wearing an oversized hoodie with jean like leggings," I explained, thinking of the report in my head. Hank looked up to me, walking up.

"We're about to go into a club, you're gonna need a lot of fucking luck to find someone in such a tight crowd." He said, now standing by my side.

"Finding the deviant won't be difficult." I smiled, feeling the determination to find this woman. Hank scoffed,

"Do you want to do it yourself, then?" He asked.

"No!" I denied, walking into the club. The music was loud, shaking the ground that we stepped on. Multiple girls surrounded us, none seemed of which matched the description of (Y/N). A lot of eyes stayed on us, seeming to bear into our presence with judgments. "I need to get out of this Andriod uniform," I said, turning to the closest bathroom. I stripped off my jacket and shoved it underneath the sink before turning to Hank. He handed me a beanie to cover up the LED light.

"Don't fix your tie, keep it lose to blend in." He suggested. I nodded, pulling the knot of the tie down slightly. Hank walked up and ran a hand through my hair, roughing it up. He then unbuttoned the top two of my shirt, letting my collarbone show almost completely. "There you go, you gotta look like you've had a rough night." He explained. I nodded, not completely understanding but getting the idea.

Your POV

I kept myself in the shadows, a cup of alcohol my hand. The thought of my owner was stuck in my mind, the image of him bringing his fist above me, his anger, then his dead body on the floor with the gun in my hands. I shook my head, chugging down the drink. Sadly, I don't think I can get intoxicated. But I wish I could... No wonder so many humans do this to forget everything.

"Hey." A man said, walking up to me, a stride in his walk. He had long gray hair with a matching colored beard, he seemed a bit old to be in such an exotic and explicit club.

"Hey," I answered, turning slightly so the man can't see my LED light.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?" He asked. I chuckled slightly,

"Wow, that's the oldest pickup line I've ever heard," I said. He smiled,

"Well, I'm pretty old so " He laughed. I smiled, feeling relieved to be able to feel a bit of joy again. "You didn't answer my question though."

"I... I just really needed to clear my head."

"And coming to a loud ass club was your answer?"

I giggled, holding the cup slightly higher. "I was hoping to drink to forget," I said.

"Forget what?" He asked. I looked away from his eyes, starting to fidget with my hoodie's sleeves.

"Just... Things." I chuckled, "Things I regret, but yet it's things that me free." I finished. His eyes stayed on me, seeming to observe my movements. Then a man walked up,

"Hank I can't-" He started, then his eyes landed on me and he seemed to freeze. My eyes trailed him, perfectly messed up black hair, dark but beautiful brown eyes, I looked into every tiny detail. "Oh, hello." He smiled. 'Hank' turned to the man and chuckled,