Love is not compatible || Connor x Reader (DBH)

*Chapter 4*

Pedro was talking to Hank telling him about some amazing high stake bet he should place. Same old Pedro. Once a week he came here at the same time as Hank so they could gamble. Y/N ducked down and under the food trucks flap in an attempt to stay dry.
"Hey Y/N. How about you? You in?" Pedro asked.
"Pedro, you ask me every week and every week what do I say?"
"No. But you can't stop me from trying." He laughed and jogged on both feet.
"Oh, I think I could." She joked. Pedro shrugged his shoulders and walked off with Hank's money. 

Connor stepped forward and joined them out of the rain. Hank groaned.
"What is your problem? Don't you ever do as your told? Look, you don't have to follow me around like a poodle. I already have one." He gestured to Y/N who playfully glared.
"I'm sorry for my behavior back at the police station. I didn't mean to be unpleasant."
"Oh wow. Y/N did you hear that? They make brown-nosed programs!" He was highly amused by this. 

Gary handed Hank his burger.
"Can I get you anything Y/N?"
"No thank you, Gary. I'm good." Hank walked over to a nearby table that had an umbrella for shelter from the rain.
"Don't leave that thing here!" Gary complained pointing to Connor with his food prongs.
"Not likely. The thing follows me around everywhere." and if on queue Connor joined Hank. 

At the table, Connor leaned in and almost whispered.
"This Pedro. He was proposing illegal gambling." He said it in a way that he was shocked that this would occur.
"No?" Y/N said overdramatically with her hand over her mouth. Hank snorted.
"Am I right?" Connor asked now unsure that Y/N said no.
"Yeah," Hank answered.

"And you made a bet?" Connor was stunned by this behavior. It was bad for anyone to break the law. Especially a member of the law.
"Yeah." Hank nodded and took a bite out of his burger as if it was nothing. Connor looked so confused and amazed at the same time. Y/N studied his face. For someone with no emotions, his face betrayed him. Connor changed the conversation. It was like he had learned all he could from that conversation and wanted a new topic with new information.

"Your meal contains 1.4 times the recommended daily intake of calories and twice the cholesterol. You shouldn't eat that. Y/N was right to reject buying one for herself." Hank shrugged.
"Everyone has to die of something." Connor looked at Y/N and he thought of the conversation they had in the car. Questions.

"Is there anything you would like to know about me?" Connor asked.
"Hell no!" Hank quickly responded. "Well... uh... why did they make you look goofy and give you that weird voice?"
"Cyberlife androids are made to work harmoniously with humans. Both my voice and my appearance were specifically designed to facilitate my integration."
"Well... they fucked up," Hank admitted.

"The evidence behind the rise in Y/N's heart rate and the blood rising to the surface of her cheeks would disagree with your statement." Y/N's mouth opened like a fish.
"Is he allowed to do that?" Y/N asked Hank. She was shocked. She looked back at Connor who winked at her. "Oh my God. I hate you both. I wish I had never met either of you!" She turned away from the two men and hid her face. She couldn't believe this was happening. Both Hank and Connor laughed.

Software instability

"So," Hank said moving the conversation on. "Have you dealt with deviants before?"
"A few months back. A deviant was threatening to jump from a building with a little girl." Y/N turned back around.
"She must have been so scared." She said sympathizing. 
"I managed to save her," Connor added, Y/N let out a sigh of relief.

"So you've done all your homework, right? Know all there is to know about us." Hank gestured with his hands to let Connor tell them what he knew. 
"I know you, Hank, graduated top of your class. You made a name for yourself in several cases and became the youngest lieutenant in Detroit. I also know you have received several disciplinary warnings in recent years and you spend a lot of time in bars. Y/N was sent to live in a communal home at the age of 15. You were determined to become an officer so joined the academy as soon as you could. You have no listed family in your records. You were the first partner the lieutenant had in years and nobody knows why." 

Hank and Y/N shared a look before Hank asked, 
"So, what're your conclusions?"
"I think working with officers with personal issues is an added challenge. But adapting to human unpredictability is one of my features." And he winked again.
"Okay, who taught him how to wink?" Y/N asked.
"I just got a report of a suspected deviant. It's a few blocks away. We should have a look. I'll let you finish your meal. I'll be in the car if you need me." Once he was gone it gave Hank and Y/N time to talk to each other.

"What do you think of him then?" Hank asked. "And spare me the high school bull shit."
"I think he's going to be helpful in these cases. Who knows more about androids than an android. What do you think of him?"
"I'm not sure." He admitted.
"Come on Hank. I see you are starting to warm up to him. Don't lie to me."
"But he follows me around and never does as he's told."
"Remind you of anyone?" She smiled. 
"You were different. You had a past. You had a story to tell. He's... he has no story."
"He told you about the deviant and the girl he saved a few months ago. That was a story" Hank sighed and threw his trash in the bin almost missing.
"Come on. We need to go to this Crime scene. I think if androids could cry. Connor would at the fact we aren't there yet."