Detroit : Become Human One Shots

Baseball Game

"My name is Connor. I'm the android sent by Cyberlife."

"Never heard that one before," Hank muttered as he shook his head and scoffed. "Jesus, you just don't die." He stared at the glass of whiskey in his hand. "Haven't got anything better to do, huh?"

"I was sent to accompany you," Connor said, gesturing with a hand. "Androids don't stray from their mission, Lieutenant." He paused a moment. "I understand the death of my predecessor may have been upsetting, but it should not interfere with the investigation."

"Right." He shot him a withering look and finished his glass. "Any news regarding the deviants?" he finally asked, looking over at him. Connor was intently watching the game on the tv. Hank grumbled in irritation and cleared his throat loudly. "Connor, what the hell are you doing?"

"Sorry, Lieutenant."

"Didn't answer my question." Hank crossed his arms and eyed the tv. "The hell are you doing?"

"Your favourite team is the Blue Jays. I thought it would be useful to understand them a little more, for conversational purposes," Connor admitted, glancing back up at the tv. "Also, their probability of winning this game is less than 47 percent."

"Jesus, Connor, ruin the whole game for me, why don't you?" Hank said sarcastically as he ran a hand over his face. Connor looked a little confused and blinked at him.

"Cabora will land on third base, but on the opposing team -- "

"Rhetorical, Connor," Hank grumbled. "Never been to a game then, huh?"

"No, I've never been to one," Connor agreed, looking over at him. "Nothing in my programming -- "

"Agh, screw your damn programming," Hank said dryly. "We're going to a game." He grabbed his coat and slung it on, then looked at Connor and raised his eyebrows. "Let's get a move on."

Curious, Connor fell into step behind him and followed him to his beat up old car.

"I don't understand what this has to do with our investigation."

"It's called having fun, you prick," Hank said as he looked over at him. Connor still looked confused. Hank twisted to face him. "It's what partners do sometimes."

"Oh." Connor put his hands in his lap and his LED flickered yellow. "Is it something friends do?" He looked amused as he met Hank's eyes again. Almost teasing. Hank grumbled and snorted, rolling his eyes as he started the car and pulled out into the street.

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They found a game was playing later that afternoon, in roughly two hours time. The Detroit Tigers against the Astros.

Connor sat on a snowy bench and looked out to the freezing water. Despite the snow and the cold, the sun was filtering through the clouds and it was a relatively nice day.

Pigeons pecked around Connor's legs and he decided not to move, watching them instead. He picked up a handful of stray crumbs and fed the pigeons. Eventually, they fluttered around him and landed on his legs, pecking at him.

"Lieutenant," he called and Hank looked over and smiled ruefully.

"Well damn, Connor, that's some animal attraction."

Connor blinked and tilted his head. "I don't understand."

Hank waved him off dismissively and leaned against the bench, staring off towards the water.

Connor decided not to speak right away. Finally he said, "About the case..." and Hank rolled his eyes and looked at him. "It's going to be harder to find these deviants if and when they remove their LEDs."

"And? I told you, work on the case later." Hank shook his head. "Jesus, you never stop working."

"It isn't in my programming to -- "

"Yeah, I get the message." Hank huffed impatiently and checked his watch. "Can we go?"

Connor nodded and went to stand up, but paused. "Lieutenant, it might be best if I stay here a little while longer," he said, looking up at him and shrugging his arms a little. Hank eyed the birds nesting on him and shrugged back.

"Yeah, good call."

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Getting Connor untangled from the birds was a hassle -- Hank came out of it swearing and attempting to fight off the birds, swinging his arms around his head.

"Damn pests," he growled as he swiped at one. Connor stood and brushed himself off, carefully picking the feathers out of his hair. "Turn around," Hank sighed and brushed the rest off the back of his head and his shoulders.

They walked to the stadium, only a block or two away, stepping around the crowds of people milling about the streets. Hank was still grumbling about the birds almost pecking his eyes out. Connor looked amused as he listened.

"Finally," Hank muttered as they entered the stadium. Connor stayed close by as he followed Hank up the flights of stairs.

"Jesus I'm getting old," Hank panted as he sank into his seat. Connor, completely unbothered, sat next to him and leaned forward, scanning the crowd. "Hey, don't do your thing, okay?" He sat back and folded his arms over his chest.

"My thing, Lieutenant?"

"The weird... tech thing you do." Hank waved his hand towards the crowd and shook his head. "Whatever you do. And no licking things," he demanded.

"Got it."

Hank looked at him, studying the flickering circle of light on his temple as he looked around the stadium. "Those LED's, what do they do?"

"They show what I'm doing, technically," Connor answered, side-eyeing him. "Blue means I'm neutral. Yellow means I'm processing data, or thinking. Red means that I sense danger," he explained. Hank nodded slowly.

"Oh, here we go," he said as the teams started filing out. Connor instinctively scanned them and mentally calculated the probability of success, finding his answer quickly after they finished filing out.

"Would you like to know the probability of success, Lieutenant?"

Hank stared at him a moment, then sighed. "Watch the goddamn game, Connor."

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Halfway through, Connor began fiddling with his coin and Hank watched out of the corner of his eye. With a frustrated growl, he grabbed it and pointed to the game, raising his eyebrows. "Those tickets cost real money."

"Lieutenant, why would I continue to watch when I understand the premise and the outcome?" Connor looked at him, tilting his head.

"It's the experience," he said testily and leaned back. "We're almost halfway done anyway."

Connor nodded and copied his movement, crossing his arms. "So the experience is watching two teams run back and forth, collecting points?"

"More or less. Humans are weird," Hank sighed. Connor kept quiet, but he had to agree.

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The ball came hurtling towards them. Hank shouted a handful of choice curse words as he ducked his head. Connor reached out a hand and grabbed it mid-air, and looked at it closely.

"How the fu -- " Hank stopped as Connor handed him the ball and gave him a rare smile, brief.

"I guess I had my eye on the ball," he said and Hank swore he saw him wink.

"Cheeky bastard," he grumbled as he took the ball, but Connor could tell he was smiling.

He decided that he liked baseball games from then on.

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Just an attempt, I guess. I also have an angst one to put up.