10 Oneshots of HankxConnor (DBH)

(This is a Human AU. Hank and Connor are both humans and partners at the DPD.
Present me here: I actually like this one 🤭)

This was bad. Really bad.
How could Hank let this happen? This was the one thing that could possibly go wrong, and it did. Honestly, what are the odds of this actually happening? One in a million that they were here when this happened. And another odd chance that they'd be in the middle of it.

"Come on, Connor! Stay awake!" Hank shouted, crouched over his partner that laid on his back with a gunshot wound to his stomach. He slapped the side of his face a little bit, trying to shock him into consciousness with pain.

"Get on the fucking ground!" The man in the mask yelled, pointing his pistol at Hank, and waving it at other people in the bank that were already scared and shaking.
"Get away from him!"

Hank had a mental battle with himself. If he didn't do what the man said, he might get killed. And then he wouldn't be able to help Connor at all. But on the other hand, he needed to be by Connor's side to keep him awake, and to prevent him from bleeding out. It was a lose/lose situation.
Hank decided to do a bit of both, and see if he could get away with it.
He moved a step or so away from Connor. Just enough to please the assailant while still being able to keep an eye on his partner.

"If one of you calls the fucking police, l'll shoot you!" The man shouted, shooting a few bullets into the air, causing a traumatized crowed of people to let out startled screams and gasps.

Little did this man know, there was two police officers in this building already. One of which was currently incapacitated, but the other was more than qualified to take him down. But a gun vs no gun battle was an obvious war to be lost. Nothing could be done at the moment.

Hank sat quietly, checking on Connor every few seconds while the masked man kept the rest of them hostage. He took note of this, and walked over to Connor and Hank.

"Didn't I say to back the hell away from him?!" He yelled, it seemed that's all he knew how to do.

Hank stared at him quietly, unspoken. He wasn't about to apologize to someone like him, or beg for forgiveness. He didn't deserve it.
Behind them though, Connor made a groaning sound out of pain or comprehension.

"How the hell are you still alive?!" The man yelled, pointing his gun at Connor again.

"I swear to god. If you hurt him again, I'll-" Hank started, being cut off by the gunman taking aim at him.

He retrained his gun to Connor and shot him again in the chest.

"Fuck!" Hank yelled, his words being drown out by the crowds screams.
His face was plastered into a wide eyed, worried look. He didn't have any other emotions but worry and anger, and he intended to act on one of those.

What the armed man didn't know, was that Hank had been counting his bullets. Being on the police force, Hank knew how many bullets were in the magazine of that particular pistol model. Seventeen. He had to cock the slide, so that means he couldn't have had eighteen. So there was one in the chamber and sixteen in the magazine. He shot six into the air at the beginning of the robbery to scared everyone. He then shot two bullets into the ATM machines on the wall out of frustration of the noise the crowd was making. Then he shot Connor in the stomach after he attempted to unarm him. Eight left. He then shot three more into the ceiling. Five. He shot Connor again. Four. He shot into the crowd twice, thankfully only skimming one person. Hank just needed to make him use two bullets, or wait for him to do it himself, so he could detain him with the least amount of injury possible. But he had to work fast. With a stomach and chest wound, Connors survival rate was low.