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hanimanny · 20 days ago

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SHE'S BARBIE, AND HES JUST… TIM?

a.k.a Bruce notices the many upgrades Tim's been getting since your arrival.

tags: Tim Drake x reader (established relationship), Bruce Wayne x platonic!reader, crack, pretty bird is a certified genius!!!

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It first started when Bruce and Tim—in the furry persona—went out on a reconnaissance mission gone wrong.

It was a trap! The blueprints for a deadly android able to possess and control whatever tech exists was rumored to be lurking around this area is nowhere to be seen, and instead, they were greeted with an army of robots. Old prototypes, tank-like and bulky, nothing like they were searching for but still extremely difficult to deal with.

The robots had surrounded them, and the usual method of overloading them wouldn't work, not with this kind—they were clearly built to take a beating.

While Batman fights expertly as he does, brute-forcing his way through by ripping out their motherboards, Red Robin takes a different approach.

He takes his bo-staff, which looks a bit different from his usual one—glowing a faint blue light at its tips—and hums as it spins (yes, like a lightsaber) and tags the robots.

He rapidly taps the bots with his staff while simultaneously avoiding the attacks targeted at him until he reaches the other side of the warehouse, tagging at least half of the robots.

With a click of his bo-staff, all the robots drop dead, as if life has been sucked out of them.

Strange, what the heck did Red Robin do?

Soon, like a domino effect, the nearby robots to the dead ones drop as well, as if they were infected with the same virus Tim had infected them with.

“Batman, the nano-virus will only incapacitate them; they’ll wake up in the next hour,” Red Robin informs as he takes the end of his bo-staff and stabs it through a robot's chest—destroying the motherboard.

Nanovirus? When did he come up with that? Sure, the idea of nanotech was prevalent, especially in this day and age, but quick-acting nanotechnology that was able to instantly incapacitate any tech—be it only for an hour—is incredible.

Batman nods, keeping it in mind to question Red Robin during the debrief, and continues to destroy the robots.

But the debrief wasn’t helpful at all. Tim was being as elusive as ever, which he thinks he picked up from himself. Saying that the Nano-Virus was a random project that he wanted to try out, that it wasn’t supposed to work this well.

Overcompensating. Tim’s trying to hide something. He may be great at keeping his tone varied and avoiding detailed explanations that would definitely raise flags, but Bruce is the greatest detective alive and can see through anything.

Bruce gives Tim a stern scolding. Tell him that he needs to be informed of anything, even if he’s just on a trial. It may have worked this time, but the future is always unforeseen, then dismisses him.

He’ll get to the bottom of this.

The next time Bruce sees changes, it’s in Tim’s demeanor.

He’s been brighter; not that he wasn’t happy before, but Tim has been more chipper. He could assume that was from having a girlfriend—the girl who works as one of the lead biotechnology engineers at Wayne Enterprises, who somehow pulled a Tim (it’s what the kids are calling it) and discovered all their identity in the first week of meeting them. Bruce would lie if he said he wasn’t impressed, especially with how you had no prior experience with being a detective (aside from doxxing people in your teenage years).

The stress of not needing to hide who and what you are from the person you love is surely elating, but that wasn’t it (maybe partially).

Maybe bright isn’t the term to describe it… It’s more like he’s free.

Tim sat on the couch, nursing a large bright red Stanley cup in one hand—probably filled with an ungodly amount of caffeine—and the TV remote in the other.

“You normally watch in your room.” Bruce's voice breaks the silence between Tim and the paused movie on the flatscreen. Tim peaks over his shoulder, as if he had to make sure that the deep stoic voice belonged to Bruce.

“Sup B, I do, but Birdie wants the big screen experience—like my room doesn’t have it,” he scoffs as he takes a glug of his drink.

Bruce nods as he observes Tim further. “You seem less stressed,” he prompts.

“Yeah, Birdie came up with an A.I able to sort the paperwork and get background checks on every company that wants to make a proposal with WE, so I got less on my plate.” Tim sighs, as if he doesn’t have a pile of untouched cases back at the batcave. “Did you know we have at least 250 fraudulent companies trying to make deals with us? Insane,” he mumbles before his lips are back in the cup.

“Also, she has me drinking more than 8 cups of water a day; I’ve never felt more alive.” Tim rattles the Stanley cup, hearing the clashing of ice against its metal walls, before again, taking a fat swig.

Bruce’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second, and not because of Tim’s unhealthy habits (maybe just a little actually). Not only were you able to convince Tim away from his horrible caffeine addiction, although he was still skeptical about the front, but you were able to come up with a program that passes Tim’s savant expectations.

You would be a great asset to the league, especially now because you know their identities.

You walk into the living room, startled, as you’d been dead in your tracks at the doorway.

Your eyes flick towards Bruce, then Tim, then back at Bruce, then Tim. and then—

You’ll never get used to Bruce’s intimidating aura.

“H-hello, Mr. Bruce Wayne, sir,” you stumble out and… bow? What the heck! You inwardly cringe at your action as you pull yourself up, gripping the bowl of popcorn with an unprecedented amount of strength.

Tim chuckles at your words, and Bruce settles a gentle smile on his lips because—after an extensive background check on—you truly are as sweet as Tim describes.

“Didn’t I say to call me, Bruce?”

Your face pales as if you’ve committed the greatest sin alive, as you visibly gulp (at least he still has his intimidation skills). “Yes, Bruce Wayne—I mean, just Bruce,” you nod as your eyes flick at Tim, who reads your mind (but I mean, it’s clear what you’re trying to do).

“Say, Bruce, do you want to join us for our movie date?” Tim asks, and your face loses all its color at this point. Bruce laughs softly at the comedy of the moment and shakes his head for your sake: “It’s okay, you kids have fun.”

You wait for Bruce to take his leave, bowing again (seriously, would you stop doing that!). before you scurry off to Tim’s welcoming side, letting out a mixture between a whine and a groan of embarrassment.

Bruce will save the interrogation for later, saving you the trouble of passing out due to fear and embarrassment.

Before he's completely out of earshot, Bruce picks up the lingering conversation between the two of you.

“He's my boss!”

“I’m your boss.”

“That’s different; you’re a loser.”

“rude”

“Cry about it, furry.”

“Technically, Bruce calls himself Batman, so he’s also—

“If you ever tell him I said that, I'll be sure to put laxatives in all your foods.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

The last innovation that goes under his nose happens, literally, under his nose. or more so the batcave.

Scarecrow escaped, fear gas smothering the streets, and everyone is in the bat cave preparing to leave for the battlefield.

Gearing up in his quarters, Bruce—moments before the cowl is up—sees you whispering frantically to Tim, who’s dressed in his own kevlar gear—besides the mask—consoling you gently.

You seem nervous, more nervous than you normally are when he’s in your vicinity. You’re holding a metallic case to your chest, mumbling something he can’t quite hear.

Then Tim speaks up, “Bruce!” Not just Bruce looks at him; the others do too—Dick, Damian, and Alfred. Tim then ushers you in front of him, and the way you clutch onto the briefcase makes you seem like a little bird.

“Come on, pretty bird, you know it’ll work,” he encourages, and you take the deepest breath known to man.

“I made a vaccination for fear gas.” You start, your shoulders squaring as you stare directly at Bruce, “It blocks any foreign neurotransmitters from pursuing infiltration, so think of it as antibodies for a virus. You inhale it just like fear gas, and you will be immune; it's viable for any variation of fear gas—because I designed it to be fast-adapting—for 24 hrs.”

“Of course, it does vary between everyone’s metabolism, and it must adapt to you first, so for it to work I need to infuse it with your DNA,” you mumble the last part out.

“And how are you sure it’ll work?”

“I tested it out on myself, which is a very invalid trial, but I promise you, Bruce W.-Bruce, it’ll work.” There's a glint of determination in your eye. Bruce pauses at that and stares at you with his iconic glare. “We’ll discuss this when we get back; how do you administer the DNA?”

Your meek demeanor slowly leaves you as you perk at his acceptance, scurrying away from Tim and towards Bruce. “You just need to prick your finger, wait a minute for everything to infuse, and use it like you use an inhaler,” you instruct as you crouch down to open the case.

You get to work, pricking Bruce first, then Dick, and with much reluctance from Damian, him as well.

“Why isn’t Drake taking one?” Damian calls out as you hand the inhaler to the boy.

You glance over to Tim, who's already looking at you: “Umm… I kinda sorta… already took it.” Bruce deadpans and glares and sighs all at the same time. Tim braces himself for a lecture, but it doesn't come.

“We don't have time. Let's go.

Bruce turns away, pulling his cowl on, but not before he sees you launch yourself into Tim’s arms in a fit of relief.

“I can't believe I did that.”

“I can. You're one of a kind, Pretty Bird.”

Bruce huffs and shakes his head.

…

When they all return, they are much less banged up than they normally are. Your vaccine worked wonders; although temporary, this innovation is amazing! The pathways that have opened are endless; you truly are incredible.

Bruce, of course, forces you to sit through the debrief, which was actually not that bad. Hearing that your vaccine worked way better than expected fills your chest with pride. You can't help but steal glances from Tim, who is fully locked in Red Robin mode right now and doesn't even spare you a glance, but he does give your thigh a little squeeze, something to tell you that he is proud.

The lectures you receive, on the other hand… You don't know how Tim does it; sit through it with a straight face. You're sitting with your wits tight, breath held, and sweat dripping down your temple. You blink in a daze as you listen to Batman drone about safety, teamwork, and the ethics of self-experimentation and how you should definitely not do it.

You don't notice the pause in the lecture, zoned out completely to save your heart the trouble of all the anxiety. Although your name coming out of Batman’s mouth surely draws you back into reality. Your eyes focus again, and you’re met with Batman’s infamous gaze.

“Yes?” You squeak out, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“Do you want to work for me?”

You blink owlishly, and your brows furrow in confusion, giving Tim a glance, who only shrugs in response.

“Um, Mr. Bruce… I already am… working for you— I mean.

“No, as a family physician, I've seen all your degrees: board-certified doctor, surgeon, and PhD in multiple fields. You can work from the manor as well. It's convenient that you already know all our identities and the inner workings of this family. I've also seen the tech upgrades you've given Tim. I believe you will be a great asset.”

Tim clears his throat, and Bruce spares him a glance.

“Great addition,” he corrects himself.

You're bubbling in your spot next to Tim, like a volcano ready to erupt.

“I would love to work with you all,” you reply back, but it's obvious you're trying to keep your composure in front of Bruce.

“You can let loose, Pretty Bird, B doesn't bite,” you erupt with permission from Tim. But what neither man expects is for you to launch yourself into Bruce, squeeze him like a giant teddy bear, and let out a string of thank yous.

Tim is stuck between a state of horror, adoration, and relief watching you hug Bruce with all your might. He didn't know whether to stop you, cheer you on, or simply pass out.

“I won't let you down, Bruce!” You pull away, and there's a bright gleam in your eye, something that Gotham lacks entirely.

Where the hell did Tim find this girl?

“Let's go, Duckie!”

And you're off, pulling Tim along, who’s sporting a lovesick grin.

The adventures of Pretty bird (shenanigans revolving you and Tim's family)

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mullermilkshake · 3 months ago

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Which choice is wrong?

It's always raining. Though today is different.

Android!Suguru x Sex worker!Reader Inspired by Detroit become human (AWESOME GAME BTW) Fem!reader,Naoya is a dick,Blood and gore/ violence,Mentions of abuse/ getting paid to receive abuse,Prostitution,Murder,Choking,Strangling,Bent over a desk,Blood spray

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It was raining again.

It always seemed to rain on the days you were furthest down in the pit you couldn’t seem to get away from.

Just one more month. Then, you could escape the place that had forced upon you a false sense of security under the guise of taking care of their own, giving you opportunities to make connections and garner more attention. When you got out of here, like hell would you ever go to the rich old men that fleeted in and out of those double doors just for a touch of your body.

You loathed the attention, but how were you ever to pay for the piling medical bills if you didn’t? Illness struck families like a train wreck, while evident of the damage at surface level, the true monster lusting for blood lingered underneath where no one could see him.

Still, you worked that pole every night like your own life depended on it and waited for the inevitable. You catch someone’s eye and they pilfer you off into a specialty private room for thirty minutes and do whatever they want to you- within reason.

Warranted, the reasons were… vague.

But that’s why each girl had a state of the art android to accompany them in each room. The club stated they were merely for the client’s needs, though you saw it as a deterrent. Though the androids did not gossip, or even function as real human beings, their extraordinarily human-like faces were enough to make the more aggressively sexual men think twice. They did not need to eat, gather materialistic things or take bathroom breaks. And required no payment in return for their services.

The android who you were automatically paired with on arrival was more often than not, the same one. It seemed to like going by the name Suguru. Well, you couldn’t quite call the android ‘it’ to its face, the android was far too human-like to ever be considered an ‘it’ by you.

So you referred to the android as ‘he’. And Sugru seemed to be content by it.

“Good evening, Miss Lady.” His name for you when every other android referred to you by first name alone.

“Hello, Suguru. How… how are you doing?” Like he could actually give you a detailed description of sitting in storage until the club opened.

“Delightful. I’m ready to work tonight like always. I hope you are well?”

He watched you like he always did, more closely than the others. It was as though he was trying to work you out, or figure what facial expression you were using to properly gauge the conversation. You could never read him because you never knew what he was thinking, that was if he thought about things in the first place.

What do androids think about when they aren’t working? Do they judge people, or maybe they talk to each other like some weird social network we aren’t aware of?

“I’m good, thank you-”

“Still conversing with those things like they know how you’re feeling?”

You looked over your shoulder and noticed your colleague already dressed and ready, her skirt riding up her thighs and heels higher than necessary. It only made her taller and more intimidating, right from the soles of her feet which she loved stepping on weaker men with, to her snow white hair that fell effortlessly past her accentuated shoulders.

“Hi Mei, uh… I-” you stopped before you followed her into the dressing room. “I’ll be right out, Suguru.”

Mei’s sarcastic chuckle made you follow behind and try to justify yourself. “I just feel bad for these androids… no pay, constantly working or sitting in that stuffy warehouse when they aren’t. It sort of makes me feel bad, y’know?”

“They’re just expensive hunks of metal and plastic, Love. Nothing human will come from them, they just turn a profit.”

“But what if one day, they did?”

A constant thought across your mind, what if one day, an android decided that enough was enough and snapped? You had seen how those things were treated in public, who knew how they were treated behind closed doors? With the advancements in technology, anything was possible now.

It made you wary of them.

“I doubt they’ll do it in our lifetime, if they were to do something like that. I wouldn’t bother about it, not when the tips are this good and we don’t have to share with them.” Mei sat down at the dresser and fiddled with her hair whilst you began getting changed.

You had done your make up before you left home tonight, the routine taking far too long to entertain getting wet out in the oncoming thunderstorm. You took a taxi, an expensive one at that. But again, you reiterated to yourself that you only had a month and you could get out of here and find another job while you paid off one of the bigger medical bills you had been saving for.

Another job, one more dignified and better paying. In the coming week, you had three interviews lined up, all fully aware of your current occupation and they all still agreed to entertain an interview. You were incredibly hopeful.

“Well, I’ll be off.” She climbed back out of her seat and smoothed out the skirt that covered a portion of skin Mei usually had on show. “Yaga’s back for seconds. I just can’t help but make him feel tiny. Poor man…”

See, Mei had a niche which had the usual suspects and even the more shocking ones flock to her. You had a niche too. A dangerous one to get as many tips as possible.

You learned how to apply makeup pretty early on to flawlessly hide the evidence of the clients misdeeds so that it didn’t prove you to be ‘used’ or ‘damaged’. That seemed to lower the amount of tips you would receive on a nightly basis. Sure, Makeup took time, but when it was the difference between a thirty dollar tip, to something more upwards of two hundred dollars, you learned exceedingly fast to understand what men wanted.

In other words, you let them downright abuse you, if you wanted to call it what it actually was. Though your manager just called it being overzealous, or sexually frustrated. It still never stopped you from wandering home at three o’clock in the morning and sobbing in the bathtub scrubbing the sweat and filthy fingerprints from your body on a nightly basis.

Still, One more month to go. Then you’d be free for a time.

“Are you ready, Miss Lady?” Suguru had been waiting outside for you like he always did, almost waiting on your command to leave the spot he’d been instructed to wait.

“I am, you can go ahead and wait at the bar until I have a client, Suguru.”

He blinked at you, his expression even neutral. “My apologies, Mr Zenin, has sent over the docket for tonight. You already have five bookings and you are to go into room three momentarily, but-.” His eyes stared blankly into nothing. “Mr Zenin has just requested you into his office.”

Naoya Zenin, the club manager once taking over from his father who was just as much a bastard and he was. You barely ever saw him these days and when you did, it was maybe for a few minutes before he took his usual girls into his office to fuck. Everyone seemed to love him, you absolutely loathed him. Most of the girls here had slept with Naoya at some point, the exceptions being you and Mei, because Mei made it clear that she’d never do such a thing for free when she could get paid for it.

And Naoya Zenin wasn’t a man to be belittled like she enjoyed. No, he took pleasure in doing that himself.

“Uh oh…”

“Is there anything I can help with?” Suguru remained on that spot, his head tilted to the side as he studied your expression.

“Can you come with me? I-I think I know what this is about.” Your resignation. You were obligated to, by law, give electronic notice on file to even attend an interview. Some companies withheld releasing it if they weren’t sure of your suitability for the job, and some did so before the interview. This meant one of the jobs you were interviewing for must have decided to take you on without an introductory interview.

So Naoya must have received your resignation.

“Of course.” Suguru nodded and led you across the club to Naoya’s office.

Would he get angry? Of course he would. You being the only girl that let men hurt you the way they day turned a huge profit for him, he was set to lose out on a large chunk of money if you were to go.

But he couldn’t keep you here. Well, you were sure he couldn’t.

You knocked and tried to make sure that it left no room for interpretation that you were scared, or anxious in seeing him. The door slid open automatically and Naoya Zenin sat behind his desk like he was the king of this little fucked up kingdom his father created.

Talk about riding on someone else's coattails.

“Mr Zenin, you wanted to see me?” You bowed as was custom and stood as straight as you could so the animal could not see you as prey, yet he did most of the time.

Suguru stood off to the side and seemed to power down, staring off into space at a specific spot on the panelled wood wall.

“You walk in 'ere tonight just like that, and yer handing ya notice in?” He was never one for actual introductions or pleasantries.

What could you even say to that? ‘I dont fucking want to be here anymore you creepy prick?’ No, even though you wanted to.

“Uh…I-”

“Stop mutterin’ and use yer words carefully.”

“I have family obligations that have changed, so I have to be available at night. My apologies, sir… I haven’t attended any interviews yet- I didn’t know they were-”

You jumped at the sound of his fist banging on the table that should have shattered his own fist, your heart thumped and never settled whilst the adrenaline pumped through your system.

“You think you can leave?” His wide grin did not match the fury in his voice. Then he huffed and seemed to simmer down instantly. “I guess you can do what yer want, who am I to stop ya, hm?”

Every alarm bell in the pit of your stomach jumped up and down and screamed at you not to trust him, to get out and leave right away. “Thank you, Sir… I-I realise this is sudden.”

A month was not sudden, he had plenty of time to find another girl to replace you. But would he? Again, your gut was coaching you to step back and leave through the office door and maybe use Suguru as a shield of sorts to protect you from the raw anger you knew Naoya had.

“Come ‘ere.”

“Sir?”

He motioned to his lap and patted it, practically cooing at you. You were in no position to refuse now either. Would Suguru protect you if Naoya were to do something rash, or would he just watch like all the other times you were in a fearful situation?

“I said, come here.” He said so with a terrifying smile on his face that you assumed was supposed to be a comforting one.

You did, and instantly regretted that decision.

Naoya sat lazily slumped in his chair, turning to face you with a certain impassive expression. “Yer a clever girl, aren’t ya?”

How should you respond to that? “Well… I-”

It was quicker than you ever could have anticipated, Naoya took a fist full of your hair and pulled you down awkwardly so your head was level with his own. “Y’think you can just walk outta here? I own you, yer contract is up when I say it is.”

“Mr Zenin- ow!- please let go, I have clients!”

He yanked you close and his voice grumbled in your ear to tickle it uncomfortably. “You work when I say. You stop when I say. You fuck when I say. Got it?”

You were certain if you agreed, he’d let you go. “O-okay, I understand-“

He stood up and kicked the large office chair behind him which slammed against the wooden panels. You lost your balance as he pushed you, still with a fistful of your hair so that you fell on top of his desk.

Just then, the office door opened. “Mr Zenin I have some-“

“Fuck off!”

You couldn’t tell who it was, but they reacted to Naoya’s aggressive words like anyone else. The office door closed immediately and you were on your own again.

Suguru still remained where he was after a brief glance you managed in his direction.

Stupid android. Think for yourself!

It was like he was unaware that you were bent over Naoya’s desk, his hips pressed against you and his ironclad grip squeezing the base of your neck which shoved your face into the mahogany.

“Now. You’ll be a good slut, and do yer job. Or I’ll make things real difficult for you. Do y’understand?”

“Mr Zenin-“

“You women are all the same, aren’t ya? Always me, me, me and never thinkin’ what the men want. I could kill your right now and y’wouldn’t be missed… don’t forget all I do for ya, a lil appreciation wouldn’t go amiss.”

Now he was squeezing your neck, silently choking you. His weight on top of you made it difficult to move, to speak, plead.

“S-Suguru…” his blurred out of sight when things got dark.

“I’ll keep a close eye on ya from now on, don’t yer forget it- what that fuck do you want, fuck off!”

You couldn’t see what was happening, you only gasped for breath and coughed, spluttering at the sudden release from your neck. Naoya had let go and gone silent, but you didn’t dare move or open your eyes for fear it was some sick test.

A struggle. You sensed a struggle behind you. He could have been putting his perversions on you and touching himself. That’s what you assumed until you dared to look and saw that Suguru was no longer where he was before.

“You fuckin’…” you took a chance and spun around to see Naoya clawing at Suguru’s hands around his neck.

“Apologise to her.” The android said, teeth gritting and fists shaking.

“S-Suguru,” you were still coughing and nursing your neck. “Don’t kill him… They’ll deactivate you.”

“Fuck… you…” Naoya managed, his eyes swelling and bloodshot from an insurmountable pressure.

You didn’t realise the blood splatter until you were sprayed with it, when Suguru ripped his throat out and showered you with iron smelling red. Naoya clutched at his neck and went to grab you, falling down to his knees gurgling like a hose pipe. And then, he didn’t move after he fell to the ground.

You tried to breathe, taking in little shallow half gasps to try and calm yourself before you spoke. You were sure to scream in terror to cope with all that blood. There was a lot of blood in the body, no one ever mentioned that before.

Suguru covered your mouth before you could scream, pulling you close to his chest and burying his fingers in your hair. The blood was seeping into you strapped heels and disgustingly clinging between your toes. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I just could bear it anymore. I really tried.”

You managed to pull your head away so that you could try to formulate words. Suguru’s change of character begged a question that managed to articulate itself amidst the panic.

“W-what… how are- how come…”

How was Suguru talking that way and why was he moving more fluid than you’d ever seen?

He caressed your cheek and rubbed red from your face. “I know this must be a shock, to be honest it is for me too. I don’t really know what’s going on.. But seeing you hurting all the time makes me so...” He was searching for the words. “Angry… and I don’t want you coming to harm ever again. Not while I’m around.”

“You… you’re thinking for yourself.” So the time came before your lifetime ended. “They’ll deactivate you for this, Suguru- I can’t protect you.”

“No… it’s my turn to protect you. We'll run away, and you never have to come back here again.”

The thought of running away occurred to you, just not with an android. Especially one that had just murdered someone right in front of you. You wanted to say no, but the power imbalance frightened you. What if he didn’t like your answer and did something to you? He said he didn’t like people hurting you, but never expressly said he wouldn’t hurt you.

“How does that sound? Do you want to get out of here?”

What was the right choice?

Leave with him in fear of the police and fear of his sudden temper?

Or send an android who was just protecting you back for deactivation?

Whichever you chose, you’d have to live with the consequences.

DISCLAIMER - Crossposted from my AO3 - I do not own any of the characters or anything from the anime or game. This is a work of fan fiction and is absolutely not representative of the views or intentions of the original creator(s).

Also please don’t post any of my work without permission thank you!

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mjh1260 · 3 months ago

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My mum played dbh, and finally finished it today! She liked it, but also she had a lotta thoughts on it:

- Kara was her favourite, and Hank was her second favourite

- she thought Carl was gay, and that’s why he got an “attractive young man” (Markus) to take care of him and wipe his ass and stuff, she said the android that was taking care of him later (she pushed Leo) only made her believe this more

- she said that Simon was “very clearly gay”, apparently it was how he looked at Markus, and the hug when he came back to Jericho

- Josh is also gay for Markus too, apparently. She said she saw it most when Markus and North kiss (after they meet up with Connor and the warehouse androids right at the end) and how he camera cuts to Josh and Simon

- she was let down by the Alice is an android plot twist, but got over it pretty fast and said she would have loved her anyway

- apparently she thought Connor had a crush on Amanda, and that was why he was “always trying to be so gentlemanly” (???)

- she liked Connor’s deviant outfit way better than his cyber life one, imo I think they make him look homeless

- she said that Hank and Connor were also gay, and that she wished they could have spoken in the hug scene

#dbh #detroit become human #dbh connor #amanda dbh #hank dbh #kara dbh #alice dbh #dbh meta #I don’t know she just thought they were all gay I guess

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pastelghoul · 4 months ago

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Stake-Out - Connor x Reader

Imagine you’re wounded on a mission with Connor but you insist you’re fine, requested by Anonymous

This case had been dragging on for three months almost. Normally you were quick about wrapping up your cases. This one had sent you running around in circles, however.

Tired and irritated, you were running on pure caffeine at this point. Gone was your usually chirpy, witty attitude, replaced with a demeanour that could rival Hank’s.

You’d spent these last few months investigating a string of disappearances, all linked to one person. Connor had helped you track the suspect down to this location - an abandoned warehouse, shattered windows and graffiti littering the side of the brick building.

“According to the suspect’s supposed routine, he should have left an estimated 15 minutes ago.” Connor’s voice caused you to shift your gaze from the building to the android sat beside you, a tired, slightly irritated expression plastered on your face.

Connor remained blissfully unaware of your aggravation. Bless his little android thirium pump.

“Are you sure-“ Connor began, only to be abruptly cut off by your exasperated groan. The android tilted his head slightly at you, his led flashing a brilliant yellow.

“Connor. This is probably our last lead; We’ve been at this for almost three months. We won’t have another chance like this, I am not throwing away my shot at closing this case.” Your knuckles were almost white, you were gripping the steering wheel so tightly.

“I understand. However, this is not a productive use of our time. We could-“ Yet again, you cut Connor off, your finger pressed to his lips in an effort to silence him.

“Quiet! That’s our guy!” You whisper-yelled, hand reaching for the door as the other hovered above your holster. Connor paused, analysing the suspect before confirming, giving you the go-ahead to follow.

The shadowy figure had noticed you though, quickly making a break down a narrow alleyway. You shot after them, pulling your gun out and grasping it firmly in your grip as you followed the suspect.

“Detroit Police! Freeze! Freeze or I’ll shoot!” You shouted, footsteps pounding against the loose gravel road, puddles splashing muddied-water up your pants.

You hadn’t checked to see if Connor was behind you, you were too engrossed with catching the strange figure to worry about your partner.

A sudden crashing of metal followed by a loud thump found Connor having leapt off one of the fire escapes from above, landing squarely on the suspect and pinning them to the floor. How the hell did he even get up there?

Connor patted the suspect down, feeling for any signs of it being a deviant android.

“Android?” You asked.

“Positive.” Connor said, tasting the blue blood leaking from the side of the suspect’s head. “You are under arrest, you have the right to remain silent, resisting will force me to use excessive measures.”

The android grunted as Connor tugged his arms tightly behind his back, however a flash of brown knocked Connor to the side before he could handcuff the deviant.

“Connor!” You shouted, eyes wide as you realised there was a second android that had been hiding nearby, now helping its accomplice to their feet. “Stay where you are or I’ll shoot!”

“___, don’t!” Connor shouted, noticing something that had slipped past your perception yet it was too late, a loud bang rang out through the quiet darkness.

A sharp pain erupted in your side, a white hot burning sensation spreading across your rib. You looked down to your side as blood leaked down your shirt, turning the dark blue blouse a deep purple.

You looked to Connor, then towards the deviants.

“Connor, grab them!” You shouted, pushing through the pain as you rushed towards them, stumbling halfway as you caught yourself against a wall. Connor leapt towards you, helping to hold you up.

“___, you’re wounded. You need to-“

“No! I’m fine Connor, really. It’s just a flesh wound.” You grunted, pushing yourself up with all the remaining strength you had and pure stubbornness.

“No, you’re not. You’re bleeding heavily. At least let me look at it.” Connor pressed, a look of concern clear on his expression as his led glowed yellow.

“I said no, Connor! I’m fine, seriously. Look, they’re getting away!” You cried after the culprits, now sprinting down the alleyway.

“___, I don’t care about them right now; There will always be another chance to catch them. You are my main concern now. Sit down and let me look at you, please.” The android pleaded, his strong arms still holding you up.

“Connor, no…” you trailed off as Connor caught you in his arms before you hit the ground, enveloping you in a cloud of warmth and safety. His LED flashed a ring of crimson, watching the deviants make an escape. They weren’t important at the moment - keeping you alive was his mission now.

“Quiet, you need your energy.” Connor said as he analysed the wound. You watched as Connor removed his jacket, ripping a piece of fabric from his shirt to apply to your gunshot. “Can you hold this?” He asked, pressing the cloth tightly against the wound.

Wincing, you nodded as you applied as much pressure as you could. Connor scooped you up and made his way to the car, setting you down carefully in the passenger seat.

Despite his seemingly unbothered state, Connor was panicking inside; The yellow led spinning circles on his forehead told you as much. His knuckles gripped white against the steering wheel as he sped towards the hospital.

What if she doesn’t make it? He thought, glancing over at your half-conscious state. Reaching over he removed your hand, letting it fall weakly to your side as he replaced the pressure with his own hand.

One hand still on the wheel, he pulled into the hospital drop off station. Looking back at you, he raised a brow upon realising your hand was now resting on his, your thumb rubbing circles along his wrist.

Connor wasted no time in scooping you up and rushing into the bustling hospital, handing you over to the android nurses who wheeled you off for emergency surgery.

Please be alright…

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residentdeviant · 7 months ago

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𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑩𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀

── .✦ summary

⟢ you and leon make further progress in your android investigation, and hope to help more people than you originally thought were involved.

── .✦ story notes !

⟢ written with re2r/re4r leon in mind ! also, i did my best to have this be a gender neutral reader, but if there’s anything that suggests otherwise, please let me know.

── .✦ word count

⟢ 2.1k !

── .✦ tags ! (warnings included)

⟢ d:bh au, android!leon, second-person, no use of y/n, angst, gore, used a line from my re1 poster, mentions of abuse.

── .✦ a/n !

⟢ i’m sorry that this is a significantly shorter chapter piece. :( but trust that chapter three will make up for it! it’s longer than either of the first two lol help- also i got a cameo from nick apostolides and i was freaking out for a solid twenty minutes. saved and added to favorites, i fear.

(i kept forgetting to post this, so i apologize for the wait!)

⟢ part one!

⟢ part three!

7:23pm.

The white police cruiser pulled up to the raggedy warehouse, parking on the side of the road. At first glance, it seemed rather normal. It was about two stories tall, brick walls, vines all over… any bits of wood were rotting… but overall, it was your average abandoned building — other than the horrors that took place within it.

These walls wouldn’t talk — they’d scream.

The music that quietly played in the car was fully shut off as you killed the engine, taking the key out and placing it in your pocket as you exited the sedan. Leon followed suit, shutting the door behind him as he observed the warehouse. “That’s totally not creepy,” you remarked as you prepared yourself to face whatever was lurking in that monstrosity. Leon softly chuckled in response, thankfully being programmed with some sense of humor.

Back-up was on the way, and you couldn’t be more grateful. Sure, it was nice to know that you had an android detective by your side, but you two didn’t know each other that well yet. It’d take some time for you to get used to him, even if he was already adjusting to you.

The two of you made your way towards the entrance, proceeding with caution. Even after several years of working with the RPD, you still didn’t know how to process these situations. It was a difficult job, and some say that you should be worried if it ever got easier.

“Don’t worry, detective. I’ll be by your side the entire time,” Leon spoke softly, trying to ease your mind. Your heart rate was spiking, and he knew you needed to be calm going into the situation — or who knows what could happen. One mistake could change the whole mission.

Butterfly effect.

You just gave him a small smile and a light nod in return, ready to move on. Leon slowly opened the door, opting to go first and let you follow behind. Part of this mission was about protecting you, so he would put himself in harm's way in order to ensure that he was fully successful.

Your android partner walked in first, gun in hand as he observed the foyer. His gaze shifted quickly from place to place as he looked for any and all signs of life. His steps were slow, yet calculated, committing anything and everything about the warehouse to memory.

The two of you wandered around the warehouse, carefully creeping into each and every room. But after quite some time, you never found him. You didn’t even know who he was, but you were sure that your team could identify him with the right evidence from the scene. If this was really where the mystery man was based, anyway.

“He’s not here,” Leon determined, gently pointing his gun down but still keeping his guard up.

“Yeah, seems so,” you agreed, looking around the building as you sought out anything that may seem off. “Well, let’s check out the place. We could find more information that could tell us about our guy or what he’s doing here.”

Your partner nodded along as you spoke, choosing to follow your lead. You walked around for a bit, eventually finding yourself in the basement of the warehouse. This seemed to be the unsub’s main workshop, and yes, I mean that as a literal workshop.

Few lights shined within the dark and eerie basement, still leaving it rather dim. There was a hospital bed in the middle of the room, which you assumed was where Martha had died, and it had one lamp above it — almost as if it were from an operating room.

You shined a flashlight towards the rest of the decor that filled the area, wandering around as you examined everything. Surgical tools, android parts, several bags of thirium… how did this guy obtain all of this? He also had papers about the disappearances on the walls, seemingly loving the attention he was getting from all of this. You couldn’t believe it. How was someone so sick? Walking towards the mini fridge he had near a counter, you misjudged your steps and slipped into…

Is that… is that — blood?

Oh God.

Staggering backwards away from the pile that you had confirmed was definitely human blood, you felt two arms help you get back up, standing up after a few moments of struggling. “You okay?” Leon asked, his icy blue eyes searching yours for an answer.

“I’m alive…” you replied, not really knowing how to answer his question. He just nodded, seemingly understanding you perfectly even if you didn’t say a word.

Leon took the lead as you two finished searching the basement, constantly finding things that made you absolutely sick to your stomach. You could never get used to any of this, even after so many years of being in the force. But at least you had Leon by your side, right?

“That’s everything. We should get out of here and make a plan to catch him when he comes back,” the blond suggested, turning away from the horrors that lay within the basement and facing towards you. “Yeah… yeah, I’m sure we can figure something out,” you agreed, readying yourself to leave. But as you did so, you could hear metal creaking and the sounds of people groaning. Something was in there, and it wasn’t planning on leaving you alone.

“Leon? What’s that?” you questioned, hoping that your partner would have an answer. He looked over to where the noises came from, shining a flashlight towards the general direction— observing it. It didn’t take long for him to realize what was going on. “Those are androids… They’ve been… it seems our guy has been doing experiments on them,” Leon concluded, looking away from the damaged machines after a moment. They weren’t even human, but God, they sure seemed like it. Especially in times like these, where you could just see and feel the amount of distress they were in.

“Based on the newspapers, he caught wind of us finding out about the missing people, and he opted for androids instead to try to cover up his tracks,” you stated, disgusted by the unsub’s actions. How could someone do such a thing? It was horrendous, really. Those poor androids…

Clearly, the droids were even more hurt about the situation than you were — physically and emotionally. They had gone through so much. Just by the physical evidence, they were experimented on, abused, had parts exchanged or ripped from them completely and who knows what kind of torture they’ve endured other than that.

“Help us, please… he’ll be back any minute, but we can all escape,” one voice begged, his voice box slightly damaged.

A broken AX400 placed her hands on the cage walls, pleading with you. “Please… we’ve done nothing wrong. We just want to be free.”

You looked at Leon, and you could see the distress in his face. He had… he had sympathy for these androids. His LED changed to yellow, remaining there for quite some time before going back to the usual blue. And eventually, he looked back at you. He wanted to help them so desperately, but if anyone found out about his feelings towards the situation, he would be called a deviant and reminded of his place before he was reset. Or even worse, discarded in a junkyard to be forgotten about.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^

You communicated with your team and had your back-up return to the station before they ever even arrived at the location. You had a plan figured out and hopefully, it could work.

Afterwards, you spoke with the androids, doing your best to help them stay calm. Although Leon was conflicted because of his emotions and his orders, you didn’t have to worry about that, so you decided to try to ease their worries. You couldn’t let them out yet, but you’d help them when you returned. You promised, and they trusted that you would keep it.

9:35pm.

You and Leon made your way back to the police department, ready to catch the unsub and put an end to this mess. Your heart was heavy, and so was the silence that fell between you two. It was a difficult situation, and neither of you knew how to go about dealing with it.

The car sped down the streets of Raccoon City, with the soft raindrops being the only sound that filled the quiet space.

“You alright?“ you asked, trying to check in on him. Most people wouldn’t even bother, but it was important to you that you always check in on your partners – android or not. “That was a lot… for both of us.”

The android next to you remained quiet for a few seconds before turning to face you. “I was scared. I could feel their pain… their suffering. I’m not supposed to, but— I could. Maybe there’s an error in my software, but I swear I’m not a deviant!.. I just–”

“It’s okay, Leon. I’m not gonna tell anyone. You can trust me.”

He must’ve trusted you a lot already, because if anyone else heard that, Leon would never be heard from again. But he knew that you were different, he knew that you cared. You wouldn’t hurt him, would you?

No, you wouldn’t.

Before you knew it, the two of you had arrived at the station. It had started raining, so you got a black umbrella out from the trunk and used it to keep you and poor Leon from getting wet. He probably didn’t mind the rain, but it’s just good manners to keep your friends safe and dry during harsh weather. Was he your friend? At this rate, maybe. You’d like to think so, anyway.

As you walked inside, you were greeted with almost complete and utter silence. Most of the staff had gone home at this point, only leaving you, Leon, a few officers and some janitors within the massive building. Not that it was a bad thing, of course. They needed time with their families and it gave you a few moments of peace — which was always needed with a job like this.

“I’m gonna go take care of some reports and then head home for the night,” you said to Leon as you made your way to the west office, making a beeline for your desk. He just smiled a little, giving you a simple “okay” before following you to the office to check out his own desk. Did he need it? Maybe, maybe not. But the thought was still nice. The welcome sign, too.

“Did you like the decorations?” you asked with a smile, just curious to see what he thought about them. “I did everything myself.”

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^

He nodded, smiling in return. “Yeah, they’re very nice. Thank you.” Okay, maybe he’s a little awkward, but still cute nonetheless.

“Sure thing,” you replied before sitting at your desk, eager to get everything done so you could get some sleep before waking up earlier and carrying on with the case. Today’s work had been exhausting in more ways than one, but you didn’t even know if you could actually get any rest until the unsub had been caught. Only time will tell.

The way you saw it, it was unfortunate that you hadn’t caught the guy — or even identified him, as he left no traces of his DNA or identity anywhere — but you also found some strong pieces of evidence. Speaking of evidence, you had Samuel, the caged androids, the android parts, literal human blood spills and so much more. The first and second floors of the disgusting warehouse were left alone as if it truly was abandoned, but once you got to the basement, you had realized it was anything but abandoned.

It had practically become a slaughterhouse.

You weren’t really sure as to why the unsub would do such a thing, maybe he had his reasons or maybe he was just insane, but you knew you’d figure it out soon. You had a plan, and you wished so desperately for it to work. You had to do something, there was no doubt about it. Countless lives had been lost, both human and not, and you were determined to figure out why.

And after a couple of hours of handling reports and other tedious work, you grabbed everything you needed to take home and readied yourself to leave. But of course, you wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye first. “Goodnight, Leon.”

“Goodnight.”

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #detroit become human au #resident evil #android!leon kennedy x reader #android!leon

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sexhaver · 6 months ago

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i was going to ask why you care so much about robot fuckers but if someone wanted to fuck my job i would feel weird about that too

that's definitely part of it yeah. another part is that i work specifically in warehouse automation, which uses dozens of identical + interchangeable + replaceable bots instead of the "singular android" most of these posts are focusing on, and the former has always read to me as more of a dumb pack animal/livestock. so to me it's basically equivalent to reading a post from a farmer getting horny about herding and shearing their sheep. i know that's not what the robotfuckers are going for, i know they're horny for a hypothetical future, but i've been mired in the very real present of robotics for the last 5 years and it's hard to get out of that mindset

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starryeyedstray · 8 months ago

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fic premise: when hank and connor reunite and hug it out at chicken feed, hank realizes that deviancy isn't the only new thing about connor. he's got trauma now too.

In the aftermath of the Android Revolution, Connor had been busy. His missions were clear: organize security and make New Jericho safe for androids. That was clear. Many days were spent organizing and meeting and talking and surveilling and patrolling and discussing. Androids didn’t need sleep. They could just keep performing tasks endlessly. And so that’s what Connor did. He kept going and going. Distracting himself. Completing his missions. It wasn’t that Connor was hesitant to go into stasis. That he was reminded how he would go into stasis every time he reported to Cyberlife. Every time he was in the Zen Garden. Every time he saw Amanda. He wasn't afraid that if he went into stasis they would seize control again. Connor was just busy. Busy completing his new missions.

And then 3 weeks passed. And then suddenly he was told to rest.

“I’ve seen you working Connor. You haven’t stopped and I know you’re up doing patrols while the rest of us go into stasis,” Markus said one day when it felt like things were finally settling down. “You need a break.”

“Markus, I don't need a break. I can function optimally as I am.”

“I’m not taking no for an answer. I’m telling you to rest. Take a break for a day. You can get back to fulfilling your role here tomorrow. Now go rest.”

Connor knew he could probably persist or ignore his orders. But Connor vowed to make up for what he had done in the past by helping Markus. And if Markus was issuing a command, he was going to follow through.

“Got it,” he replied.

“Thank you. See you here tomorrow.”

Connor left the warehouse that was New Jericho’s temporary HQ and started walking. He could stick around New Jericho, but he knew some deviants still felt discomforted by his presence. Plus, with how crowded it was, it'd be difficult to find a place for him to idle without bothering anyone. And he didn't like being idle anyway.

He considered calling for a cab, but he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to do that anymore. Cyberlife had covered any extraneous costs that were incurred while he worked on cases, but now that he severed himself from Cyberlife he was certain that they would not be covering those expenses. Besides, he didn’t know where he wanted to go. So he just walked. He flipped his coin absently as he did. He was supposed to be taking a break. But he had no where to go. When he went deviant, he lost all directive. He could no longer go back to Cyberlife.

He flipped his coin as he came at an intersection. Heads was left. Tails was right. Heads. He did that many times until he realized that he was near somewhere familiar. A soft snow had begun falling and Connor realized he was approaching Chicken Feed, the food truck Hank had taken him to when they worked together. Hank.

Connor had not seen Hank since the night of the Android Revolution. In the midst of all the androids awakening another at the Cyberlife Tower, Connor suggested that Hank leave since it could get dangerous. Hank agreed and Connor escorted him out of the building along with the army of new deviants.

Before Hank got in the car that the other Connor had tricked him into driving here, Connor announced, “Lieutenant, I regret to inform you that I will no longer be your partner at the DPD. I only worked there under the collaborative directive between the DPD and Cyberlife. I have since terminated my associations with Cyberlife.”

“No shit, kid.”

Connor hesitated before continuing. “I’m sorry you got dragged into all of this, but I really did enjoy our time together, Hank. Perhaps, we will meet again.”

Hank grasped his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Come visit me, kid. When things have settled down. You know where to find me.”

“Past experience suggests that you are not always where you're supposed to be,” Connor said a hint of a smile on his lips.

Hank laughed, “That never stopped you from finding me before.”

The likelihood of Hank being here at the same time as Connor was very low. The food truck wouldn't be open and many humans have already evacuated Detroit. In fact, the probability of Hank being here while Connor was at this time of day was 0.8%. But Connor rounded the corner anyway. He had nowhere else to be. He was supposed to be on a break. And then he saw something in the distance. A large figure cutting against the white backdrop of the snow.

Connor quickened his pace. A scan confirmed it. It was Hank. Hank turned as if expecting him and took a few steps toward him. They stopped short a couple feet of each other. Connor was unsure of what to say. He wasn’t sure what he should say. But Hank cracked a smile and Connor couldn’t help but crack one too. The lieutenant then stepped forward and pulled him into a hug. Connor had never hugged before. But he instinctually lifted his arms to reciprocate the hug. Hank's hand was at his neck holding him in place and it felt... comforting.

They stayed quiet before Hank finally released him. Hank had been worried that the revolution was gonna fail somehow. That he was going to lose Connor. It hadn’t and he hadn’t. Everything turned out okay for the most part. Hank opted to hold Connor out at arm's length, hands on his shoulders. “It's been awhile. Thought you had forgotten about me.”

“Androids don't forget unless our memory is reset.”

“It’s just an expression.” Hank grinned. “Surprised you found me out here at this time of day.”

“I was not seeking you… It happened by chance.”

Hank furrowed his eyebrows. “Seriously?”

“I was told to take a break. So I walked and arrived here.”

Hank laughed. “They told you to take a break, eh? I’m taking one too. What do they got you doing out there?”

They began a slow walk around the area as they swapped stories. The DPD was in chaos with all the precinct changes and trying to manage the evacuation and handling looters and protesters. It was difficult work.

“The workload would be a helluva lot easier if you still worked there.”

“I did increase your productivity by 87% while we were partners.”

“You pull those number out of your ass?”

“It was based off performance re—”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Hank said with a nonchalant hand wave. He had learned it was better to just cut off Connor sometimes. Hank eyed the darkening sky and the increased snowfall. “Let’s go. The snows really piling on.”

And indeed it did. The snow fell faster quickly after. The temperature dropping that even Connor’s HUD showed a warning that he would soon be outside of optimal operation range. The wind picked up a flurry of snow wrapping around him. It felt cold.

And he was back in the Zen Garden. A figure appeared in front of him through the blizzarding snow. It was Amanda. “We just had to wait for the right moment to resume control of your program."

...

Hank began to quickly shuffle to his car as the snow and wind began to bluster around him. “Damn, might not be able to drive if it gets any worse,” he called back.

No response.

He turned and saw Connor had fallen behind him a bit. “Con—”

A bright pulsing red LED caught Hank’s attention. Something was wrong. Hank ran over. “Connor!” he called. Connor’s eyelids were fluttering. His arms wrapped protectively around himself. He grasped Connor’s shoulders and shook him. “Connor? What’s wrong? Connor!” he called. The once gentle snow becoming a blizzard.

Connor finally responded to the haphazard shaking. His eyes rapidly blinking until they finally focused on the lieutenant. LED shifting to yellow. “Hank?”

“C’mon kid,” he called as he pulled Connor toward the car. They entered and Hank turned it on. The storm made the visibility low so they would have to wait it out for now before driving home.

Hank dusted off some of the snow and eyed Connor who still seemed a bit unfocused. His LED spun yellow 3 more times before switching back to blue.

“What the hell happened back there?”

“What are you referring to, Lieutenant?”

“You stopped back there and.. your light was red. What happened?”

Connor looked away. His blue light turning yellow briefly as he thought. Hank could see the glow off the window. “I don’t know.” His arms were still tightly wrapped around his chest. Remembering the cold.

“Is it too cold or something?” Hank questioned. He didn’t really know how androids worked, but maybe they weren’t supposed to be out in the snow for that long. Hell, Connor was wearing just that thin blazer he always wore. He must be cold. Hank began taking off his jacket and turned up the heater.

“I am functional until temperatures drop below zero degrees Fahrenheit.”

Hank tossed him his jacket.

“I assure you that you need a jacket more than I do. Androids don’t feel the effects of the cold unless its well below freezing.”

“Well, ya look cold.”

“Lieutenant—”

“Just put it on.”

The car’s temperature was warm enough for a human to be relatively comfortable even without a jacket so Connor obliged to appease Hank.

Hank sighed. “So if it wasn’t the cold, what caused your err… malfunction?” He wasn’t sure what word he should use to describe what happened to Connor.

Connor wasn’t sure if he wanted to tell the truth or lie. He considered Hank a friend. Previously, it had been a part of his programming to cooperate with his partner. But now there was no end goal or reason to remain close to Hank. They weren’t solving a case. But Connor still wanted his company.

“A recording of a memory replayed in my head that I had not pulled up intentionally.” His LED was spinning yellow.

“A recording of a memory… so like a flashback?”

“That is the equivalent human experience.”

“I take it, it wasn’t a very good memory.”

Connor closed his eyes. LED flashing. Yellow. Red. Yellow. He opened his eyes again. “It was not.”

Hank studied Connor’s face. It was neutral now, but not the usual neutral face he usually sported. There was a lightness to that neutral face. A brightness in his eyes. There was tension in this one. His eyes flickered to Connor’s reflection in the opposite window. LED still yellow.

Could androids get PTSD? If their brains were wired like a humans, maybe they could. There were cases where androids would go through trauma and injury causing them to deviate and they were sent for reprogramming. Or disassembled. It had been so natural at the time, but the thought of that now made his stomach turn. There was no way in hell he’d let that happen to Connor. They’d find another solution. But what the hell would Connor even find traumatic?

Hank recalled the first time he had remembered it turning red. This was before he learned what the colors really meant. He had seen interrogated android’s LEDs flicker red or yellow previously so he knew what it generally meant stress or something. But he never gave it much thought. Until he saw Connor’s go red.

Against Hank’s orders, Connor had dived into the middle of gunfire to try to read a deviant’s memories. The deviant shot himself in the head and Hank had come running after Connor panicked that he had been injured. He grabbed the android to see if he was hurt. And berated him with a mix of anger and relief when Connor said he was okay. And then Connor admitted he was scared. And Hank hesitated. Noticed the red LED for the first time. Before Hank could even come up with something to say, Connor was back to his usual self. Focus. Driven. Blue LED. Back to the mission. Revealing the clue he had found out about Jericho. It almost gave Hank mental whiplash. He had seemed so frightened but now he was back to normal. At the time, he figured androids didn’t hold onto trauma like that. But now, he suspected Connor was just really good at pushing it down for the sake of the mission.

He later learned that red was an indicator of severe distress. So he started paying attention to the color of Connor’s LED.

The second time he had seen Connor’s LED go red was when they were at Kamski’s house. Hank didn’t like Kamski. Everything about him screamed he was a pompous asshole living in his ivory tower. Him and his fucking Kamski Test. Connor had almost shot that android girl. But despite Kamski’s persistence, he relented, his LED flashing red. Hank was so relieved he hadn’t really noticed at the time. Not until he was back in the car driving back to the station.

It was strange. Even with a gun to his face and his life on the line, Connor’s LED only ever was yellow. Real physical danger never seemed to distress Connor. Feeling scared. Feeling empathy. Those are what had distressed Connor. What made his LED flash red. Acknowledging emotions before he had deviated. So what emotion had triggered it today?

“Do you want to talk about it?” The snowstorm had lightened up; the blizzard passing. A light flurry of snow remained.

Yellow. Red. Yellow. If Hank hadn’t been staring he would have missed it.

“No.”

Hank sighed. He knew what it was like for people to pry so he wouldn’t. “Let’s go to my place.”

-end-

hope y'all enjoyed this piece!! it's part of a larger fic i've been working on but haven't made much progress recently. i haven't been writing much lately (too focused on drawing) but wanted to release this and maybe get some motivation to finish the fic haahahhah.

#dbh fanfic #hank #connor #mine #detroit become human #detroit: become human #dbh #d:bh #dbh connor #dbh rk800 #connor rk800 #dbh hank #dbh hank anderson #hank anderson #anderfam #writers on tumblr

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androidwarehouse · 3 months ago

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Imagine pitching junjou romantica to kadokawa. Yeah the most famous author of this fictionalized version of your company is gay. He’s a weird gay pervert. And everyone else who works there is gay. The editors are gay. The salespeople are gay. The president and his secretary are gay together.

#jr #in the android warehouse

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solar-wing · 2 years ago

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⚣ Captor & Captive 🦍

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⚣🦍 A/N → The final installment! Fair warning. For those who read the original version, this one is going to be completely different. With my updating and revising the previous parts, this is the ending I originally pictured but decided to not go with at first so I hope you all enjoy it. As mentioned in the last part, the full NSFW version will be posted to Patreon. WARNINGS: MALE INTERSEX READER. Canon-Typical Violence. Bondage & Gagging. Manhandling/Rough Treatment. Emotional Feelings. Some Comfort&Fluff Vibes, etc! All NSFW warnings will be on the full version.

⚣🦍 Summary → The moment has arrived. Conner's finally got you where he wants you and is ready to tear you apart from the inside (literally). However, a timely arrival from your friends could offer itself as a last chance to escape his grasp before he is able to claim his prize. Are your teammates up to the challenge though with the Kryptonian's increased strength and full powers?

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Today was really not your day.

How you ended up in this situation? No one knows, but what or who could you have possibly angered to have something like this happen to you? No punishment in the world you imagined could be as bad as that time you got in trouble for acting out in school and they called your dad.

He could be a frightening man when he wanted to be.

But nope, this outweighed that by so much. And the day started out normal as usual.

Well, as normal as possible for a young superhero with pyrokinesis who was part of an elite team of other young superheroes and vigilantes.

Usual shit, you know?

You woke up, got out of bed, and ate breakfast with your dad before running (flying) off to your university. Classes were boring, you and your buddies acted like goofy idiots all day, and you burned a few kids on the ass for being assholes to other students.

At the end of the school day, you made up an excuse of why you couldn’t hang out with your friends before rushing off to the abandoned photo booth/zeta gateway in an alleyway of your city to meet up with your team. The second you got there, Batman called you all into the mission room to give details of Professor Ivo’s newest schemes before sending you all off in the bioship to discover what he was up to.

Arriving at the abandoned warehouse where Ivo was sighted, it wasn’t long before things had gone from calm to chaotic. The dusty and dirty building was filled with a bunch of brand new boxes that contained an army of laughing MONQI robots, Ivo’s annoying little robotic henchmen.

It was a trap, one you realized a little too late when you got nabbed by a couple of the laughing androids. Superboy came to your rescue only for you to realize the set-up was for him when he got injected with a purple serum. After you got your bearings, you managed to trap Ivo and take out the last androids, but Conner was out clean, and you had no idea what they had done to him.

Red Tornado was able to deduce what the mysterious liquid was when Conner woke up after you all returned to Mount Justice and he began acting very aggressive and animalistic towards you. Let’s just say your scent was ‘desirable’ to him, and he was very keen on keeping it and you to him as long as possible along with other things. Details aren’t needed, but from many of his actions, the wind-controlling android figured the Kryptonian was injected with a hormone-boosting solution.

Its intended use was for him to turn into an angry, instinct-driven savage and kill you and your friends. Thankfully, you knocked the vial out of him before it could be fully administered, but his instincts were still amplified. Only instead of a murderous beast, he became the superhero version of a horny and aggressive brute dead set on fucking you stupid.

Thankfully, your friends and mentors intervened and managed to get you away from ‘Caveman Conner,’ as you dubbed this new persona. However, he did not make it easy for them at all as apparently, that serum made him extremely possessive as well, leading to him holding you captive on his shoulder like a potato sack while fighting your friends and mentors like they were world-class villains for attempting to get you away from him.

Whether that was a Conner trait before the injection or one that was created after was something you didn’t think about though, considering he acted nothing like this when he was with M’Gann.

This entire ordeal led you to discover Batman’s apparent insurance policy for the Kryptonian, in case he or Superman were to ever go rogue. It made you wonder if the superhero had backup plans like that for all the other members of the league, your meta and magical teammates, or even you.

As far as you knew, there wasn’t anything that could counter your powers as long as you weren’t extremely cold. And it wasn’t like there was a member in the Justice League who shared similar abilities to you that Batman could test something out on. But, of course, as cruel fate would have it, the Dark Knight did indeed have an insurance policy for you which Conner had discovered and taken advantage of after shutting off the electricity and luring you to the garage hangar when you and he were alone after everyone had left out.

With the power and communications off in the Cave, your powers nullified and the dark-haired boy’s own amped up since he apparently unlocked his full Kryptonian abilities due to the effects of the serum, you were trapped inside, defenseless, and at his mercy.

Not only had he forced you back into the Cave after you almost escaped, but he smashed the panel that controlled the garage hangar door rendering it completely useless before proceeding to handcuff and gag you while giving a pre-show of his intended plans.

Now, you watched in anxious anticipation as the Kryptonian carried you down to the hall to wherever with plans to ruin your body for his own carnal pleasure.

Yep, normal shit.

Okay, you knew where you went wrong now; you got out of bed.

The tight pressure and soreness in your abdomen had become like a throbbing sensation with every step Conner took that would slightly cause a repeating push against your waist from your position on his shoulder. You did your best to keep your body upright to avoid the very familiar feeling of blood rushing to your head and swimming around in your ears, but it seemed Superboy was taking his good ole time and your upper body strength was getting weaker and weaker.

You also tried to keep your mind off the ache and tingles running up and down your arms as they rested against your back with the metal of the cuffs weighing them down. The Kryptonian chuckles at your futile efforts to escape his hold, with your weak squirming and struggling as he continued fondling the soft flesh between your legs with the same hand holding your thighs against his chest.

He loved the sounds of your muffled whines and cries, feeling like the most powerful person in the world as you were virtually helpless and at his mercy. You would not enjoy the boost to his ego that was guaranteed to happen, especially after his little preview of your night in the garage hangar which you prayed to whatever deity watching that the cameras throughout the base were powered down to and didn’t catch any of that on tape.

The last thing you needed was your friends reviewing the footage and seeing you get violently fingered against the wall and splashing a mess all over the floor.

Speaking of which…

WHERE THE HELL WERE THEY?

Kal, M’Gann, and Zatanna had left on a walk around Happy Harbor almost 20 minutes before you decided to pack your things and head out. Your fight with Conner, including his little pleasurable fun with you had to also have been at least 20 minutes itself. So, if you were doing the math right, it’d been almost a little over an hour since they had left. What, did they decide to make a stop in Gotham too?

What the hell were they doing and why weren’t they back yet?!

Who were you even kidding though? Conner virtually made sure there was no way to get back inside the base without him knowing about it. And of course, if they did manage to make it inside, he’d be alerted well in advance and have time to do whatever with you before going to deal with him.

Of course, you could fight or melt your way out, but with this stupid cooling bracelet on your arm, that wasn’t happening either. You were trapped inside Mount Justice and the only way you were leaving was if the Kryptonian allowed you to.

Why was that low-key kind of hot though?

Despite how embarrassing this whole ordeal felt, you couldn’t deny how erotic all of this was. If it wasn’t for the emotional mess this would eventually lead to, you would have played the role of the innocent and helpless virgin, ahem, victim from the beginning, no questions asked.

His possessive attitude, treating you like the most valuable piece of treasure in the world and not wanting anyone else to have it. The aggression and dominance in how he handled not just those who dared try and take you from him, but how he dealt with you and your ‘bratty’ behavior.

What’s that purring sound?

Suddenly, Conner came to a stop. You tried your best to turn and see where you were before everything moved in a fast blur as the dark-haired boy turned to look at the two companions that were following behind.

“Stay.” He commanded in a gruff tone.

Wolf nodded at your captor, before planting himself right next to the door you were facing, Sphere going to the other side of it. The Kryptonian entered the room shortly after.

It was dimly lit by the red emergency lights of the Cave, and as the door shut behind you two, it became even harder to tell where you were. However, when you saw a few piles of clothes, some workout equipment, and a bin of tools in different areas, you quickly found the answer: Conner’s bedroom.

Well, at least he was considerate in choosing a more private place this time to have his way with you.

A part of you was excited at the thought of getting to have sex with your crush. But, the other side where logic and rationality were still speaking kept you apprehensive. When all was said and done and Conner (hopefully) came back to his senses, where would you and him stand?

You didn’t want to risk losing your friendship with the Kryptonian if it turned out he didn’t harbor any romantic feelings for you and this was some sort of anomaly. How could you both even work on the same team together if there was an awkward air between the two of you?

He walked across the room before you felt yourself being nudged up, one of his arms coming up to your back as he gently lifted you off his shoulder and deposited you onto his bed, a slightly relieved feeling running through you from the release of pressure on your abdomen. It was a surprising change of pace from the rough antics you were used to.

Conner brought his face directly above yours, staring into your own pupils with an expression that made you feel as if you were in trouble, which considering the previous events, you probably were.

What you didn’t expect was for his hand to rub down the side of your face in a soft caress, his calloused fingers somehow feeling soft to the touch. His eyes slowly traveled across your face, seemingly taking in every detail they could while you definitely did not snuggle your face into his hand.

You know what, you could have this moment. Just for a little bit.

Your soft whimpers were the only sound that was heard as the Kryptonian stared at your shiny, wet eyes before he leaned back up while his hands moved down to the front of his pants.

This was it.

The moment you fought so hard to avoid had finally come. You couldn’t deny the many parts of you that felt excited, the anticipation at knowing you were about to get something you’ve wanted for so long. Well, a part of something at least.

You could recall times when Conner and M’Gann were still dating and you’d feel jealous at the sight of her lips upon his. The Martian getting to touch and caress the Kryptonian in ways you thought you would never be able to. It was a bittersweet thought.

In the end, you did get to have something she may have never had (at least to your knowledge), but at what cost? When all was said and done, and the serum was fully out of Conner’s system, who said he would still see you the way he does now?

He could end up resenting you for tempting him with your desirable scent. Of course, that would in no way be your fault, but it was still a possibility.

Just as much as it was possible that he actually may feel some sort of feelings for you. It would explain why he was attracted to you out of everyone else, especially M’Gann, and why he’d act so aggressively when anyone else would try to take you away from him.

It was a nice thought, but in your mind, it was highly unlikely.

Just as he was about to unzip his pants, the sound of mechanical whirring and things powering on hit your eardrums. Your sight was blinded for a quick moment by the sudden return of the ceiling lights, illuminating the room where you could spot more details and items you couldn’t before.

‘Someone turned the power back on.”

It would seem Conner had the same realization given the enraged look on his face as he looked around the room. He hopped off the bed, you watching his tensed muscular back as he marched to the door before yanking it open and leaning out. He stood there for a few seconds before turning around, the look in his eyes even more irate as he stomped his way back over to the bed which could mean a lot of things, but more than likely one.

Your friends had returned.

The realization brought immediate relief to your body, but you didn’t have much time to celebrate as the Kryptonian lifted you into his arms in a bridal hold. You fought back as hard as you could with a renewed fight and energy.

Your goal wasn’t necessarily to escape this time (though it was still your end objective), but more so to create as much noise and commotion as possible to alert your friends to your location. And though he’d probably never admit it, the Kryptonian had a much harder time holding you still as he walked you over to his closet which was surprisingly tidy, unlike the rest of his room.

He had to keep your legs still with you kicking wildly while placing you gently on the ground in the closet. When you were fully inside, he gave you a stern look. His way of telling you to be quiet or else.

You had no plans to adhere to that warning. The second he closed the door, you swung your body around as best as you could and started kicking your legs against the door only to almost get singed by the red blast of the Kryptonian’s heat vision.

He was searing the door shut like he did with the garage hangar door to keep you trapped inside, and more importantly, keep anyone but him out.

You’d almost forgotten about his upgrade in power with the serum unlocking his full Kryptonian abilities. Now, not only did he have super strength and invisibility, but he could fly, had full x-ray and heat vision, and inhuman speed.

Your friends had no idea what they were about to walk into. Even though you held your own against Conner for the most part, it was easier to try to escape than fight him head-on, and that was when he just had his normal abilities. It’d be almost suicide to try and fight him if he was fully equipped, which he was in more ways than one…

Hey! No dirty thoughts!

You could hear him zapping his bedroom door closed, creating two fortified barriers in the event someone managed to figure out where you were. Even if you kept kicking and knocking yourself against the wall, all you’d do is manage to hurt yourself.

The only one who’d be able to hear you was Conner with his super-hearing which you’d bet money was enhanced as well from the serum.

Trapped once again and left in darkness, the only hope you now had was that your friends could subdue Superboy long enough for them to find and free you. Potentially, with all four of you, there could be a good chance of taking him down or if need be, calling Batman to find out where his supply of Kryptonite was.

‘C’mon guys, don’t fail me now…”

“Do I even want to know what that mess on the floor is?” Zatanna asked, pointing to the wet ‘spill’ on the floor and pieces of clothing scattered near the wall.

“Probably not. What I want to know is why the door panel was not only smashed to bits but the entire door welded shut and the power shut off.” Kal said while inspecting the crumpled piece of machinery.

“Who do you think could’ve done this?” M’Gann wondered.

“I have my suspicions, but we won’t know until we check the medical wing or at least find Y/N if he’s still here.”

“I’ll go check the mission room and see if the Zeta Tube logs show any transports to his city.” The Martian volunteered.

Kal instructed her to go in stealth, just in case whoever did this was still here and watching them. He and Zatanna started searching the different halls and rooms, hoping to find something, anything that could help them figure out where their friends were and what had happened.

When they reached the medical wing, Kal's suspicions were confirmed the second they spotted the empty medical bed.

“Great, so if this was Superboy’s doing and he still has the serum affecting his mind, there’s no telling where he could be.”

“What if he followed Y/N home? Red Tornado said Conner was focused on…mating with Y/N. If he left before or right as he was waking up, he could’ve followed after him.” Zatanna said, a visible disgust coming over her face at the mention of the mating part.

“Then, why was the door blocked and the power off? He couldn’t use the Zeta Tube if the power was down. And would he even know how? Red Tornado said Conner's mental thinking was reduced to that of a primate. I’m not sure how much they knew about computers and gateway technology back then.”

“Guys!”

The two turned around to see M’Gann flying up to them with a distressed look while holding something in her hand. She was breathing hard while checking her surroundings before she looked at her two teammates and whispered something they couldn’t hear.

“Huh? Say that again.”

She huffed before checking behind herself. When whatever she was checking for was clear, she turned back and leaned closer, this time speaking a little louder but not loud enough for them to understand.

“I’m sorry, we still can’t hear you.”

The Martian girl rolled her eyes before they went wide with realization.

‘CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?!’

Kal and Zatanna covered their ears in shock before giving an annoyed look to the green martian, “Yes, we can hear you, which ow, by the way.” Zatanna retorted.

‘Good. Sorry, and don’t speak out loud! He can probably hear us. Use the mental link.’ She instructed.

‘What are you talking about? Who can hear us?’ The sorceress asked, now also using the mental link as well.

‘Conner! He’s still here, and so is Y/N. When I went to the mission room, I checked the gateway logs and found the last transport going out to Y/N’s home city failed due to a power outage. Plus, his backpack was sitting next to the console.’

Kal and Zatanna's eyes both went wide as they looked at each other with realization.

‘Okay, kind of a smart move on his part. What better way to keep your captive from escaping than to lock them in an indestructible powered-down fortress?’ Zatanna said before something down the hall caught her eyes.

‘Indeed, a bit too smart for my comfort level. But, then why would Y/N seal the doors shut? He’s the only one who could weld it to the wall and floors like that.” Kal pointed out.

‘Guys…’

‘Maybe Y/N managed to escape and melted the doors to keep Conner from escaping.’ M’Gann suggested.

“Um, guys…”

‘Possible, but why was the panel smashed and why didn’t he come to find us?”

‘Guys! All legitimate concerns, I agree. But, we’ve got bigger problems!’ Zatanna shouted over the mind link before pointing towards the entrance to a very shirtless, very pissed-off Kryptonian.

They barely had time to react when Conner charged at them. He swung a punch aiming for Aqualad but only managed to hit the ground before they each ducked out of the way.

‘M’Gann, try and establish contact with Y/N now!’ Kal commanded while pulling out his water bearers to create twin swords.

‘Y/N? Can you hear me? Y/N, this is M’Gann!’

Not even a second later, they heard your voice screaming into the link, ‘CONNER HAS HIS FULL KRYPTONIAN POWERS!’

It prompted them to look up just in time to see Conner shooting his heat vision at them. Zatanna muttered a defensive spell that blocked the crimson beams from hitting Kaldur just in time while they turned and decided to run back towards the garage hangar.

‘Thanks for the warning,’ Zatanna said in the link.

‘No problem. Conner locked me in the closet in his bedroom and he used his heat vision to sear both the doors shut.’

‘That won’t be an issue for me. I can use the teleportation spell I used to get us inside.’

‘Alright then. Zatanna, you go and free Y/N. M’Gann and I will do our best to hold Conner off as long as we can.’ Kal said just as they reached the hangar. They heard a shattering sound and an angry scream, meaning Conner broke through the shield. Zatanna muttered a spell before she blinked out of sight with a small shimmer of light.

Just as she disappeared, Conner came flying around the corner looking more angry than before. Things were about to get serious.

The sorcerer appeared right in the middle of Conner’s bedroom, taking a moment to collect herself before she looked around the messy room.

“Ugh, boys…” She muttered before rushing toward the closet. “Y/N, are you in there?” She asked.

All she heard was muffled sounds and screams in response. She uttered another spell that would force the doors to fling open while hearing your warning screams in her head all too late before she got the shock of her life.

“OH MY GOD!” She screamed, before covering her eyes at the sight of your bound naked body.

The embarrassment you felt right now definitely exceeded what you felt earlier when your friends had to first rescue you from the Kryptonian. In your defense, you tried to warn her before she opened the door, but the girl didn’t listen.

You could hear her uttering another spell under her head before a new tank top and pair of shorts appeared on your body. When the dark-haired girl confirmed you were indeed clothed, she knelt down to untie the gag off your mouth.

“Not one word of this to the others,” You said the second you could spit the torn piece of your old shirt out.

“Agreed.”

Zatanna helped you out of the handcuffs before helping you to your feet. It took you a minute to get your balance back since you hadn’t been on your feet for a while with Conner always choosing to carry you every fucking where on his shoulder.

“What took you all so long?! Conner freaking shut off the power and trapped me in here, and then basically molested me in the garage hangar. He was just about to get his grand prize before you guys showed up. My therapist is gonna be banking off this for the next year.” You all but shouted while trying to get the cooling bracelet off your wrist.

“Okay first off, TMI. Second off, we would’ve been back a half-hour ago but we were stuck outside trying to figure out why the door wouldn’t open. Now, we know why. Speaking of which, why didn’t you just blast him or fly away and come get us?”

“Oh, you don’t think I freaking tried that?! Conner waited to surprise me with his new powers just as I got out and then as a bonus, decided to slap one of Batman’s insurance policies on me. This freaking cooling bracelet is blocking my powers, and I don’t know how to get it off!” You groaned while trying to pry the thing open.

“Ugh, hold still,” Zatanna said while grabbing your wrist.

You heard her speaking backward again before you saw the blue light on the bracelet suddenly turn green before it snapped open, falling to the ground. Just as earlier when Conner first put it on and you felt a rush of cold air, the second it was off, a familiar heat spread over your body as you conjured two fireballs in your hands.

“Have I mentioned how much I appreciate you?”

“No. But, if you order me my favorite takeout for dinner, I’ll consider it all forgiven.”

“Deal.”

Just as you both began to make your way to the door, you could hear M’Gann calling out to you on the link.

‘M’Gann, what’s wrong? I just got Y/N and we’re about to be on our way back.’

‘Don’t. Conner’s on his way to you now. Get to the mission room and use the Zeta Tube to get out of here. Kaldur took some hard hits. He wasn’t as harsh on me as he was on him, but I think he figured out our plan.’

As soon as she said that, the door was blasted off its hinges as the Kryptonian made his way through. When he saw you weren’t in the closet anymore (pun not intended) and that you were free of your cuffs, you immediately knew you were in for it by the vicious snarl he let out.

Thankfully, you had no plans of letting that happen.

He pointed his finger at you before pointing at the ground in front of him, reminding you of earlier when you first broke out of his hold. When this entire mess began…

You moved Zatanna behind you while staring at the Kryptonian in his blue eyes, formulating a plan in your head.

‘Zatanna, when I give the signal. Teleport us to the mission room.’ You instructed.

‘What about Kal?’

‘M’Gann will take care of him, I’m sure. But Conner won’t even waste his time on him. He’ll be too focused on chasing after me.’

‘Alright.’

Just like earlier, Conner could somehow tell you were up to something. You were counting on the hopeful fact he hadn’t noticed you were free of the cooling bracelet, which was met with joyous truth as he reacted too slowly to you blasting your own heat vision right into his eyes as you did earlier.

He shouted in pain while you yelled “NOW” to Zatanna who immediately grabbed your hand while uttering the spell. However, he recovered faster this time than before and immediately tried to charge at you in hopes of snatching you back before you could get away, but was too late as you both blinked away, popping into the mission room in a flash of light.

“Nice one,” You said while immediately running for the console and punching in the coordinates for your city.

Just as you finished typing, you heard an animalistic growl from behind you, turning to see a flash of white fur before you were suddenly knocked to the ground. A pair of snarling teeth were in your face as you felt Wolf’s paws on your body while Sphere held back Zatanna from trying to help you.

“Ugh, I forgot about you two.” You groaned.

He must have sent them here to hold you off, probably knowing if you managed to get free, you’d try to transport your way out of here since the garage hangar was blocked.

Out of patience at this point, you mentally apologized to the canine before letting your body be consumed in flames to force him off your chest. Yet again though, as the day was proving over and over, you couldn’t catch a fucking break.

The moment you were off the ground, Conner rushed in and immediately charged for you. One second, you were standing free and ready to make a break for the teleporter, the next you found yourself slammed against the wall with him gripping both your arms while he pressed himself against you to prevent you from moving.

A familiar rush of cold air spread over you, the Kryptonian not wasting any time slamming your good ole wrist jewelry back on.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” You snapped while Conner had his arrogant smirk before tossing you back over his shoulder, not bothering to cuff your hands while making his way to the Zeta Tube.

“Zatanna, a little help!”

“I’d love to, but I’m kind of busy not becoming a bowling pin right now!”

You didn’t have time to throw back a witty remark before you felt yourself lifted and tossed into the open portal. The familiar tingle you always got when using the Zeta passageways came over but was stronger this time. Probably because your body was colder than its normal temp from the cooling bracelet, so it had more of an effect on you.

When the flash of light passed through your eyes, you found yourself inside the photo booth in the alleyway of your city. Knowing Conner would be right behind you, you figured one last-ditch attempt wouldn’t be too worthless. Maybe you could find a place to hide or catch someone’s attention to give you a hand.

Yeah, of course. Just grab the next random person’s attention and let them know a super-powered caveman Kryptonian is after your sweet little hole, and you need help escaping in their Toyota Prius or Nissan Altima even though he can move faster than the car.

Real smart idea.

Well, actually the Altima may not be a bad thought. Those fuckers never obey the speed limit.

The moment you exited the photo booth, it lit up again with your captor promptly exiting and smashing the booth to pieces, preventing your friends from being able to follow behind.

Because why fucking not?

You barely had a chance to turn around and run before he had you back in his grip, his smug look returning to your sight before you were lifted into a bridal hold with him taking off in the air.

‘Oh, god, I’m so fucked…’

The sound of waves crashing against land was the first thing you recognized when Conner finally landed somewhere. A salty sea smell assaulted your nostrils as you looked up and took in the deserted beach. The city lights in the distance added some illumination on the dark shore as well as the shine from the moon in the clear sky.

You could remember countless times when you’d come out here at night whether with friends or just yourself to fool around or listen to the sounds of the waves. It helped you relax, helped you think. It was where you made some of your biggest revelations and decisions, like when you first discovered your powers.

Ironic a person with pyrokinesis first thought was to run to a place filled with water. Actually, maybe it was kind of smart. If something went wrong, like you accidentally set yourself on fire, you had a quick way to put it out.

There were a lot of great memories with this place. It was comforting. It was peaceful…

He brought you up to a lone standing tree before setting your on your feet positioning you between it and him leaving you no place to move. He held your waist tight in his hands while pressing himself against you, staring down deeply into your eyes.

The shadow around his face made his strong chin and jaw look more prominent, but more than ever, his blue eyes seemed to shine brighter than the ocean right behind you two as he stared down at you with an adoring gaze.

Wait, adoring?

“Co-Conner? Is that you? Like, actually you in there?”

He stared at you quietly, his usual frown in place which only made you more nervous until the corners of his lips turned up into an all-familiar cocky grin, immediately putting you on high alert.

“Well, depends on your definition of ‘actually me’, but if you mean am I back to a regular state of mind, then yeah, seems so.” He responded.

Pardon?

“I- uh, I’m sorry, huh?” You stammered, words slowly escaping your mind.

“Think I can get a couple rounds in before the others show up?” He asked while taking a hand and palming around your stomach.

Bitch, what?

“Hold the fuck up!” You exclaimed, your hands fully planted on his chest as stared down at you with an amused raised eyebrow. “The hell you mean was that enough?! Were you actually conscious of everything this entire time?”

You may have sometimes been a little naive, a bit clumsy, and you often ran your mouth before you thought about what you were saying, but you were no fool. Boo-Boo was nowhere on your birth certificate last time you checked.

So, when Conner’s lack of confusion and surprise at the current ‘circumstance’ you were in failed to show, assumptions were made on your end. And they were not good, not in the slightest.

“Conner whatever your fucking middle name is Kent, I swear to whatever deity is listening to me right now, if you don’t explain what the fuck is going on right now, this whole beach is going to turn to glass in the next 10 seconds. Because if you’ve been playing games this entire time, pretending you were in some primal state of mind just to make a fool out of me, you’re going to realize that Batman is not the only one who has different ways of kicking your ass. And I promise you, that if-”

Your rant ended in a sudden ‘mmph’ sound when he pulled you into a sudden kiss. Out of all the times the hero managed to shock you into silence, this has to be one of the most surprising and satisfying ones.

There was a latent level of shock in your body, your wide eyes reflecting this, but the soft feel of his lips had them closing and you giving in to him within seconds. Despite his initial rough approach, there was a tenderness in the way he kissed you.

Before you even knew it, your lips were dancing right along with his. There was passion and longing in that kiss, leaving you more confused than 10 seconds prior.

The way he held and treated you was definitely different. The possessive grip he had around you didn’t falter at all. But, there was a newfound gentleness in his touch, like you were a prize to be cared for. Even if that was what you technically were earlier when he was in his conquest mode, this was not the same as that.

In those moments earlier, you were the kind of prize meant to be conquered. Here in this moment, you were rather something treasured.

Before long, your human lungs started giving you their red alert. Conner broke away the kiss not a moment later as if he already knew before you did. Your lips chased after his though, and he chuckled at your reaction before lifting a finger to your chin to tilt your head up toward him.

“Does that explain enough for you, or do you need a little bit more demonstration?”

Despite the blush written clear across your cheeks, there was a small smile appearing on your lips, as you took a few seconds to process what was going through your head and heart.

Satisfaction, physically speaking.

Nerves and adrenaline.

Ultra flamboyant giddiness.

Completely normal.

Yet, that nagging little voice in the back of your mind got louder with every fluttering heartbeat that pumped blood and butterflies throughout your veins.

What did this all mean?

“Hey,” You heard the Kryptonian speak, noticing the concerned look on his face, “What’s wrong? Did I do something?” There was a nervous tone in his words, almost vulnerable if you were listening hard enough which would be very different compared to the stark, smug confidence he showed you whenever he managed to toss you on his shoulder or dig himself inside your guts. Even before this serum fiasco, he may have been standoffish at moments and quiet, but rarely had you ever heard him talk like he was afraid of being hurt.

You felt for him in that moment, you really did, but you were also at risk of being hurt. And, rather than sit there and pretend like everything was clear and simple, you had questions that needed answering. For your own sake, and quite frankly, your own sanity.

“Conner, I-” The words seem to get stuck in your throat, with you trying to find the right thing to say, but what that exactly was couldn’t form a clear sentence in your mind. So, out of options, you just babbled.

“I don’t know what the heck is going on right now, and truthfully, I rarely ever do know what’s going on. Uh, wait, what was I saying? Oh right! This morning, we were friends, nothing more, then the warehouse happened, and started acting like a caveman and treated me like your prey or prize or whatever, not like it wasn’t super hot, because it definitely was and I shouldn’t have said that. Either way, you’re confused! No, wait, that came out wrong. I meant you’re confusing and I’m confused. Either way–

“Y/N!”

Conner shouting your name with a slight squeeze to your ass was an effiective way of shutting you up. Rude and hot, but effective nonetheless.

“I know. I was aware of everything going on.”

Now, that had you wordless.

“Well, actually, not everything. And I wasn’t in control of my actions at all. Well, not completely. Okay, now I’m confused.”

“You and me both.” You muttered under your breath. He responded with a light growl and a pinch to your ass.

“I’ll spank you.”

“Like you haven’t already done worse.” You said back with a challenging tone.

A stubborn grunt was let off before he gave you another small thrust as punishment for your smart quip, pulling a light whine from you. You could feel his cum dripping out of you slowly since his dick kept you plugged and everything inside, which you had a slight feeling he was doing on purpose.

“Alright, before any more smutty shenanigans ensue, can we talk about what exactly this is, and more importantly, why this even happened in the first place.”

Conner let out a sigh, looking down at you through his eyelashes before leaning down and giving your neck and shoulder light kisses. The giddy feeling in your stomach almost managed to cloud your rationality, almost being the keyword.

“Hey, don’t try to distract me.” You chastised him with a slight slap against his naked arm.

“I’m not distracting, I’m just enjoying the moment.” He said while giving you a few more light kisses.

Eventually, he moved you both over to the sand, setting you both down a little bit closer to the water while sitting you in his lap. However, you suddenly found yourself missing the warm contact of his skin pressing against yours.

When he finally had you both in comfortable positions, you resting against his chest and him nuzzling your hair, the intense beating in your heart that you had become used to from the day’s excitement had gradually started to slow down. You felt yourself nuzzling into his embrace more than you would admit out loud, but the man was comfortable.

After a few beats of silence, you heard Conner clear his throat. Though you didn’t want to move from the warm spot, you’d rather look the Kryptonian in the eyes as he explained himself. For your own sake.

“I was aware of what I was doing,” He started, which had your chest tightening and a sullen look appearing on your face which he noticed, “Only after you guys subdued me the first time, and like I said earlier, I still wasn’t in full control of myself.”

You could feel the confusion start to return to your mind, but rather than start rambling again, you just nodded to him to signal you were listening and let him continue.

“When I first woke up from the serum, Tornado was right. I was completely out of my mind and acting on pure animalistic instinct. All my senses were amplified even more than they usually are with my powers and all. So the onslaught of different smells and scents triggered me and I was about two seconds away from trying to kill you all, then I caught your scent out of everyone else’s, and the next thing I knew, you were all I could think about.”

Huh, nice to know you were what was stopping the team’s arguably most powerful member from murdering you all by just smelling good. Something you never thought you’d be thinking in your life, but there was a first for everything as they say.

“It started as a general curiosity, since at the moment, all my mind could think prior was anger and murder. But, of course, curiosity turned to excitement, and let’s just say I suddenly only had one goal in mind.”

“Doing me in front of friends?”

“I’d rather call it ‘mounting my claim.’ You know, animal terms and all that stuff.”

You rolled your eyes at his corny joke, before going silent again to let him continue.

“But, yes, for a lack of better words, all I could think about was shoving my dick inside you. You just smelled so good in that moment, you always have, but, the serum just suddenly made your scent feel almost irresistible to me, and all I could think of was capturing you in my arms and not letting anyone take you from me. Granted, I might have gone a bit far.”

“A bit? You call slinging me over your shoulder for half an hour while you leap, run, and fight our friends going just a bit far? Not to mention you choke-slamming Wally against the wall and damn near strangling him.

“Okay, one, you enjoyed that. I have the dried evidence on the shoulder of my shirt to prove it, spanking and all so don’t try and deny it.”

He got you there. Blushing cheeks (face and ass) and all.

“Second, I told you. Animal state of mind. In my head, I claimed you as my mine, and everyone else was a threat to that. What animal have you ever seen not defend their territory?” He asked, which you had to admit, he got you there as well.

Also, why was that kind of hot?

“You know I can still smell your arousal right? And the fact that you are in my pants and covered in my scent is not helping.” He said, to which you noticed the familiar feel of his throbbing organ below you wanting more action.

“Mind your business.”

“You’re currently sitting on my lap half naked while wearing my pants and covered in my sweat and cum. I think it’s safe to say you are my business at the moment.” He responded while tightening his hold around you.

Seriously, where did he get this smart (and hot) mouth from? That serum had to have more side effects than noted. But, you weren’t easily defeated in the sass factor. Conner may have you beat when it comes to raw strength and physical force, but wordplay? That was your forté.

“And who’s exact fault is it, that I’m even in this position?”

“Dr. Ivo.”

“Okay, well, after him.”

“Batman and Red Tornado for not making sure I was properly secured before leaving.”

“Okay! After them!”

“The others for not showing you the backdoor out of the Cave.”

“There’s a backdoor?!”

“Yeah, you didn’t know? M’Gann showed it to everyone on their first tour of the base. The garage hangar is considered the front door, and there’s a back door just in case. You didn’t think we’d only rely on the vehicle hangar or the Zeta Gateway if we had to make a fast escape did you?”

“I- … No comment.” You sighed in defeat, Conner chuckling at your tone while rubbing your back. You’d be having a word with your friends later when you got back to the Cave. Many words…

“It’s okay, I really didn’t give you many options either way. And even if you did manage to make it out the back, I would’ve just followed right behind as you already know.” The Kryptonian reassured you, which reminded you about the nagging question in the back of your mind.

“So, on that note, I’m assuming when you said you were aware of your actions, it was then?”

It was his turn to sigh after you asked your question, immediately knowing where this was heading.

“Yes. After Batman knocked me out with the Kryptonite, the serum lost some of its effect on me, but not as much as Red Tornado predicted. Kryptonite doesn’t just weaken my abilities, it affects everything in me, including my immune system. By the time I woke up, I was still very much under its influence, but I was slightly back to myself and could think and focus on more things other than sex and fighting.”

It made sense. You remembered the moment during your fight with Conner in the vehicle hangar when you realized how convenient and well-planned everything seemed. It was truly when your doubts and insecurities about everything started taking root, thinking all of it was just some game with you in the end being the actual loser.

Now, the time to find out if you lost was here, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to know.

Some would think that paying attention to Conner’s actions and words before this, would negate some of those concerns in your head, but, as life has proven many times in the past, things aren’t always as they seem.

But, that doesn’t mean it’s always in a bad way though…

“So, you were awake then, huh? When Wally and I were talking in the medical hangar…”

He looked down at you at that moment, his eyes softening as if he could sense the growing mental and emotional turmoil in your head and chest. You wanted to focus on his words, and his words only, but it was hard with the way you could feel him pulling you in closer, doing his best to comfort you as much as possible.

It was the fact that you couldn’t tell if it was for making you feel better in the moment to alleviate your worries or cushion the eventual blow that you were expecting to come soon.

“Yes, I was. I was actually up that entire time. The Kryptonite did weaken me enough to where I couldn’t react or respond like I would’ve if I could, but I wasn’t asleep or unconscious. Truthfully, after Batman and Tornado had left and it was just you and him in the room, I was planning to just surprise you both right there. Incapicate Wally in any way I could, grab you, and run for one of the exits.”

“What stopped you?”

All day, you’d been subjected to prideful smirks, arrogant grins, and cocky looks from the Kryptonian. An annoying, but definitely attractive sub-trait of his overwhelming confidence and stalwart courage. So, seeing his blushing cheeks and undeniable shy look on his face had you sitting up very suddenly.

Conner didn’t like it since it meant you could see his face more clearly, and unbeknownst to you, you were further away from him, and he liked the feeling of you cuddling against his body.

“Why are you blushing?” You asked, not letting him pull you back in his arms like he tried. It helped you were sitting on his still very erect penis at a slightly awkward angle which limited his movements. One wrong move, and he’d be in a very uncomfortable position.

“Would you stop it?” He pleaded, clearly already uncomfortable with the metamorphic spotlight that had been placed on him.

“Answer the question, and I will.”

“I thought actions spoke louder than words.”

“And suddenly, I can’t hear. Answer.”

“How will you hear the words?”

“I’ll read your lips. Answer the damn question.”

You were staring into his blue eyes by this point, fully waiting for your answer. The Kryptonian looked right back into your own before his hands grabbed the sides of your head, pulling you into another smashing kiss like the one against the tree earlier.

This was similar but still very different from the previous one. He wasn’t trying to shut you up (considering you weren’t even talking), but merely trying to communicate the words he couldn’t bring himself to say. Ironic how he has no trouble expressing how he feels in any other scenario whether it’s his anger about a mission or irritation with an order from Batman or your comrades, but this has him fumbling.

Yet, you were not complaining about how you moved your lips against his, bringing your hands around his neck. You could almost physically feel everything he was pouring into the kiss, and it was mind-numbing, to say the least.

Once again, your human lungs reminded you of their need for oxygen. Thankfully, Conner did the work for you and pulled away from your lips with you chasing after them. He placed another light kiss on them though, while opening his eyes to your closed ones, enjoying the pleasant view in front of him.

When you opened yours back up to him, he smiled at you, placing another peck on your lips while finally scooting you back closer to him, and re-adjusting himself into a more comfortable position.

“Does that answer your question?” He asked. Though there was no trace of sarcasm in his tone, you could still spy it in his face with the humorous glint in his eye.

“Maybe. I might need another one though just to be sure. I always like to double-check my answers.” You responded with your own smile.

He laughed at you before feeling himself nuzzling his face into your neck, taking in your scent which you now could admit was actually very comforting. Still weird, but you’d grown used to it by this point.

Your doubts had been quieted, and you felt you could trust his words without second-guessing or overthinking, something that was not an easy feat to do. That’s why when a few moments of silence passed, you decided to ask one of the other questions that had been nagging in the back of your mind.

“How long?”

“Since you joined the team. I was never good with my feelings, let alone expressing or even understanding them. It took some time for me to figure out what they were, and when I did, I was nervous and scared that you didn’t feel the same about me. I knew you liked guys, but I didn’t know if you liked me. And, even if you did, I didn’t know if you would like me for… well, me. So, I stayed quiet.” He admitted, immediately knowing what you were asking.

Thinking about it from his perspective, you could see his reasoning and why he chose to hide his feelings. If you were in his shoes, you’d probably do the same. However, it was clear neither of you was good at picking up signs considering he missed all the ones that showed you were into him. Not that you were trying to, but there were moments where it was plainly obvious, enough for Wally to pick up on them which led to him finding out.

Idiots in love, the both of you.

“When I heard you and Wally talking in the medical wing, and his little teases and performance, it was all the confirmation I needed. If it wasn’t for that, like I said, I probably would’ve just waited for the right moment to snatch you away from the others and find a way out of the Cave without alerting them. But, after hearing that conversation, I figured why not make it a little bit more challenging and fun. Didn’t expect you to put up as much of a fight though. Glad I had insurance.” He explained, his typical smirk returning to his face while he marveled at the accessory on your wrist.

Hold it.

“Back up. You mean to tell me you trapping me in the Cave, fingering me in the vehicle hangar, and locking me in your closet was all for fun and a challenge? I’m nervous to ask what your ideal idea is for a first date.” You stated. He gave you an unimpressed look while nudging his still-hard member against you.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy any of it. Remember, I could hear, taste, and smell your arousal through everything.” He teased while nipping at your ear.

You ignored the horny pang in your stomach from that while pretending to be annoyed, “Whatever. Well, I hope you weren;t planning to try and do me raw. Last thing I need is to end up pregnant.”

“What if I want a kid? No better way to trap you with me than with a baby.” Conner mumbled while still giving you soft kisses behind your ear and neck.

“Then you can explain to my dad what happened if I end up knocked up. And I gotta warn ya, Kryptonian powers or not, that man is scary.” You chuckled, turning your head to look at the superhero, who would never admit that slight nervous look in his eyes at the mention of your father.

A slight laugh bubbled up your chest before you turned looking out to the sea. The feel of the cold piece of metal on your wrist became prominent and the silence and you looked down at the device, still slightly shuddering from the chill running through your body.

“How did you even know about this thing in the first place?” You asked, pointing to the cooling device on your wrist.

“Dick let me in on a few little secrets about the Bat, though he never did tell me where he keeps getting and storing all that freaking kryptonite. Anyway, when I heard you and Wally talking about Batman’s insurance plans, I figured if he had one for me, then he had to have one for every meta on the team and in the league. While you and the others were in the lounge room hanging out, I went searching through the libraries and rooms and found some of Batman’s secret compartments.” He explained.

You raised an eyebrow at that. “Hmm, so is that when you discovered your unlocked abilities?”

“Actually, no. Right when you managed to make it out of the door, I originally was just going to do the same as I did before and well… leap after you. Even if you got away, I could track you down since your scent is alluring, but definitely not subtle. Fire powers and all,” He said with a smug little chuckle.

“Yeah yeah yeah, I get it. Heat makes smell more noticeable. Gosh, you and Wally sure love harping down that tree.” You retorted with an actual annoyed eye roll this time.

“Hey, I said you still smell good. Either way, when I jumped after you I noticed instead of falling back down to the ground, I was still in the air flying. It didn’t take much for me to realize what was going on and I just flew into action, literally.”

“So the whole welding the door shut and almost barbecuing our friends?”

“Yeah, I might have overdone it on that one, but animal instincts were still in control. There was only so much I could do to hold myself back. Every time you fought against me or got away or the others intervened was another boost to my aggression and anger, prompting my hasty reactions. And it wasn’t just my instincts fueling all this. Like I said, there was a reason your scent stuck out to me the most. Your conversation with Wally just confirmed it was returned and it made me a bit more crazy to an extent.”

“To an extent is a stretch,” You muttered under your breath. Conner let out an annoyed grunt while giving you another playful nip on your ear.

“Super hearing, remember?”

You were fully aware of his ability, but, for his sake, you played along.

“Right, sorry.” He gave a kiss to your neck as a way of saying he accepted the apology. With a little time to process everything, you felt most of your questions answered. However, there was one that was remaining at the back of your mind. Probably the most pressing one to be honest.

“So, is that why you and M’Gann…”

“We broke up because I realized that there wasn’t any real spark between me and her. What started between us was curiosity, considering I didn’t know what romance and feelings and everything else was. I just went with what I saw and observed. Sometimes it was nice, many times it was confusing, and many times, it felt wrong. So, I broke up with her. She was upset about it a little and figured it had something to do with you. She was always suspicious, but never had confirmation until this happened.”

Conner pointed his fingers between the two of you, and the reminder of your earlier indecent actions had you blushing and smiling all over again. You had to admit, it was a nice feeling knowing that most of your doubtful and questioning thoughts were for nothing.

Well, it’s better to be cautious than to fall in blindly and get hurt. But, the satisfaction and happiness you felt in your chest bloomed over all of those past feelings.

Thinking about the day's events and how everything ended up happening, you had to say you were fine with how it all played out. However, you definitely would admit you imagined you and Conner getting together in an entirely different scenario.

Saving each other on a mission, getting into an argument and blurting things out, or even just the cutesy little moments where your friends stick their noses in and try to get you together were all ideas that came to mind. This scenario however with you sitting on the beach after he acted like a caveman and chose you as his new mate was not in the tarot cards for this category.

Though, the end result had you more than satisfied; both physically, mentally, and emotionally.

If there was anything to learn from this, you should listen to your instincts more, no matter how primal they are.

“So, are you going to take this off anytime soon?” You asked, once again pointing at the wrist jewelry you were currently wearing.

Conner smiled down at the item and you mischievously before running one of his hands over the device.

“Are you going to try and fight me again? I kind of like you being defenseless and helpless.” He joked though a part of you knew he was also partly serious.

Though, now, considering all that was said and done, it was your turn to have some fun.

“Well, considering you had to take away my powers to be able to catch me, I’d say your victory wasn’t really much of a victory at all.” You taunted while tracing a finger over his chest.

You could feel the vibration from his irritated growl under your fingertips, letting you know you hit the right button. Caveman or not, Conner both loved and hated being challenged.

“I mean, to me, it says that even with your full Kryptonian powers, you needed some cheap little trinket to be able to actually subdue me. Guess I’m just that tough of a prey to catch.” You continued your teasing, sneakily taking glances up at the Kryptonian, catching his hard and lustful stares at you.

“Is that so?” He gruffly spoke into your ear.

“It would seem so, at least to me, and anyone else watching. Don’t think you can say you claimed me if you couldn’t manage to beat me fair and square. But, it’s okay, I get it. Maybe you’re not up to the challenge. Maybe someone else will come along and prove their merit without needing to cheat.”

You barely finished the sentence before the sound of the clamp opening hit your ears. That familiar rush of warmth came over you again as your fire returned to your body. While you were distracted, Conner ripped the shorts off and his pants off of him before standing you both up, now fully naked to the world, minus your shirt.

“I dare you to say that again.”

You were really in for it now.

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