20+ Hannor Oneshots

Thirium

Maybe he didn't hate the taste of his blue blood when analysing samples at crime scenes, but there was an inherently distasteful emotion to seeing it flow from his own body.

After one altercation with a particularly persistent drug dealer, a bullet wound was in the android's shoulder, accompanied by sweeping lacerations across his stomach from a knife. He clutched at it, trying his best to ignore the error warning as he lost a copious amount of the life fluid.

Hank had rushed to his side, eyes wide and fearful as he tore off his jacket and wrapped it around the wounds, calling 'CyberFix', the small organisation made up of ex-CyberLife members who sympathised with androids and would fix them, and soon received a box full of thirium pouches and some spare parts even.

Connor lay on Hank's sofa, sinking into the actually rather stiff leather, and as the grey haired man moved to sit beside him, he shifted his head onto his lap. Hank twitched but chuckled.

He didn't like being hurt, but he was willing to lose some thirium to experience moments like this.