10 Oneshots of HankxConnor (DBH)

Robbery ??

Hank decided to make a bold move, that could easily backfire. "What do you want? I'm a DPD officer. I can negotiate anything you want. Well, my partner over there is the talker. I'm more of the shooting one." Hank had his hands up with his elbows bent at a ninety degree angle, in surrender. He laughed a little, clearly scared. You would have to be a psychopath to not be scared. It didn't matter how experienced you were. You're always scared. You just need to push through it. That's what let's you perceiver.

"What the fuck?!" The man yelled, clearly panicked. "I killed a cop?!" He put his hands on his head in dread.

"He's not dead yet." Hank replied sternly, not accepting that Connor was anything more than scratched. "Let me stay next to him, and he'll live." Hank negotiated.

"Fine, fine!" The man agreed, not wanting to be caught and pinned with the murder of a cop. It's a harsher sentence than the murder of a normal civilian. Well, that's what the robber thought.
When a police officer is killed while in civilian clothes, you could argue that you had no knowledge of them being law enforcement, so you'd most likely be tried as if it were just an everyday person. Actively causing harm and/or death to a uniformed officer is what gets you in the most trouble.

The man went around the bank, and picked up any casings he could find. He didn't want any evidence left behind. His plan was to run with the bank money, especially after finding out he practically killed a police officer.

"Come on, Connor. You'll be ok." Hank whispered. Leaning over him again, his face mere inches from his. Almost no blood was coming out of his mouth, so the bullet may have missed his lungs, which was good. He would already be dead if it pierced his heart, so it couldn't have done that either. The bullet in his abdomen could cause problems too. It could have severed his liver, or tore apart his intestines, but Hank had no way to tell. Connor was the one with the medical knowledge, not him.
"Just hang on a little longer. I'll get everyone out of here." Hank assured, touching his head and face gently to soothe him of any pain he may be experiencing.

"You! Cop!" He yelled, pointing his gun at Hank to get his attention, and potentially scare him.

Hank sat unmoved though, but looked at him in concentration. Two bullets.

"I want a way to get out of here!"

"It's not my bank, man." Hank suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. "I'll get some information from the other hostages."

"Yeah, yeah. You do that." The man quieted his voice. The surreal situation he was in was hitting him in full force. He just shot a cop, twice, and he's robbing a bank in the presence of another.

Hank slowly moved away from Connor, not really wanting to, and made his way to the huddle of a crowd that was the hostages.

"Do any of you know a back exit in this place?" Hank whispered, commanding the others to whisper back.

"I-I used to work here a few months ago." A women raised her hand to the side of her head.

"Ok. Does this bank have a back exit?" Hank asked again.

"Yeah. Behind the counter towards the employee bathrooms." The women offered.

"Great, thank you." Hank smiled, reassuring the people huddled around him.

He crawled back to Connors side. It looked as if he had moved a bit. He was surrounded in a pool of smeared blood, obviously his own.

"You should try not to move so much." Hank cooed, trying to not get mad.

"Do you know where yet, old man!?" The robber yelled, shooting a bullet straight passed Hanks head. One.

"Just behind the counter, near the bathrooms." Hank informed, waiting for the psycho to shoot off his last bullet, so he could get him.