D:BH Conner x Human Reader

I like Animals

You looked up front and felt the overpowering memory of your obedience with your parents in the car. No more. You are your own person, and that Hunter and a dead drug dealer is going to control you anymore.

But the situation seemed so similar with the both of them in the front and you sitting in the back. It was a bit terrifying.

"Lieutenant Anderson, are you sure that you're willing to have me at your place?"

"This is all for the job until more space clears out and we can put this troublemaker back to the police's hands. I can handle a couple kids for a few days."

"I don't understand, Lieutenant, there's only one person here."

"Nevermind..."

You chuckled, getting what the Lieutenant was putting down on the table. He seemed to see this Android as his child, or a child. That's still much better than a machine like most people think. You really like this Lieutenant a lot.

You pulled up to a house you've never seen in all of your life. "We're here."

Connor got out of the car and went over to you, opening the door for you.

You stepped out of the car and Connor pushed you forward. You knew you couldn't outrun him, so you didn't even try. Besides, you were curious about this duo.

A grumpy old man that seemed to be mad about everything yet seems to accept the Android. Especially since you saw on his desk a poster that said something along the lines of 'We don't share the same color.'

If he hates Androids so much, why is he accepting his partner so much? Unless he's forced to?

And Connor, the so-called machine, even to himself. Handsome, dangerous, yet at the same time, a bit goofy.

He opened up the front door and you entered after him, Connor guarding the back door. You sighed and looked out to the view of the living room and the kitchen. "Pretty nice place."

"Heh, could be better."

"Better than where I was at." You told him and walked over to the couch. "Hank, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, I do really like you, you and Connor. I just hate the atmosphere and that one guy. Does he always have a baby tantrum?"

Hank started to burst out laughing as Connor smiled. "He did have a negative attitude with me when I got him the coffee he asked for."

"Wow, that's rude. Did he at least take it?"

"No."

"What a jerk."

"Yeah, he's quite a prick," Hank chuckled, "Can't wait to tell him that one."

You sat down on the couch and folded your arms. Might as well enjoy the time you have at an actual house while you can. Should you steal some food? Nah, maybe some money, not much since you like these guys, maybe a 20 buck thing and out.

"So, what kind of things do you like?"

"Baseball games, animals, little to no human interaction, that kind of thing," calmly answered.

"Heh, thank goodness," you mumbled and looked over to the TV. Should... should you? What can you do exactly? "So, if there's going to be no awkward silly talk, what rules are you gonna lay down for me? Other than the obvious."

He chuckled a bit, "What a character we got... Bathroom's over there. And you can help yourself to any food here and on TV. I don't really care."

You frowned and studied the man, he walked away and over to somewhere.