Hey, DBH fandom!!

Please, do not tag “Detroit” in DBH posts!! I would like to see pictures of my city, not Androids having sex😊

sleeping with someone is so marvelous. i don’t think people see the wonders of just being in bed with someone. legs overlapping, fingers touching, with the body still. its so comforting to just lie with someone. a world of nothing. 

My kink is when people genuinely care about Gavin Reed

insp.

Chris tilted his head, feigning innocence as he looked down at his partner. He would have to thank Connor later for the idea, his predecessor having given him the plan to prank Gavin. “Are you alright? Was it too hot?” he asked,”Would you like me to put more cream in it?”

Gavin clenched his fists, wanting to jump up and punch hi- it, right in the face.

“Oh fucking shut it, you plastic asshole.” His voice sounded down right annoyed as he turned and closed the case he was working on. Then got up out of his chair and pushed past Chris. Seemingly heading to the break room, still pretty pissed.

Chris followed Gavin to the break room, trailing behind his partner like he usually did. He enjoyed seeing the detective so riled up but he did want to let the man know he wasn’t entirely at fault, and it was all in good nature. After all, Gavin was pretty insufferable to work with when he was pissed. “Detective Reed, I must inform you that it was Connor that gave me the idea. Merely good-nature humor, if you will. My apologies if it has ruined your morning.”

Gavin let a small smirk graze its way onto his face as he turned to Chris.

“With you fucking things around, my morning is always ruined.” He then turned away again and walked to the coffee machine, making a whole new one so it wasn’t invaded with salt. Then let his body fall into the chair next to the small wooden table, letting out a small almost unnoticeable sigh.

The android blinked at that, his LED blinking yellow for a second before flicking back to blue. He frowned softly as he continued to follow Gavin, standing by the table that Gavin was now seated at. He caught the man’s sigh and felt the need to apologize again, so that’s what he did. “I’m sorry again, detective,” he said, as genuinely he could make himself sound. While he didn’t feel bad per say, he realized his error and wanted to make it right.

“Fucking hell, its fine. Don’t get your panties in a twist over this.” He let out a rough chuckle, and sipped his coffee. His fingers tapping the top of it, a habit he had picked up a long time ago.

Chris tilted his head, feigning innocence as he looked down at his partner. He would have to thank Connor later for the idea, his predecessor having given him the plan to prank Gavin. “Are you alright? Was it too hot?” he asked,”Would you like me to put more cream in it?”

Gavin clenched his fists, wanting to jump up and punch hi- it, right in the face.

“Oh fucking shut it, you plastic asshole.” His voice sounded down right annoyed as he turned and closed the case he was working on. Then got up out of his chair and pushed past Chris. Seemingly heading to the break room, still pretty pissed.

Chris followed Gavin to the break room, trailing behind his partner like he usually did. He enjoyed seeing the detective so riled up but he did want to let the man know he wasn’t entirely at fault, and it was all in good nature. After all, Gavin was pretty insufferable to work with when he was pissed. “Detective Reed, I must inform you that it was Connor that gave me the idea. Merely good-nature humor, if you will. My apologies if it has ruined your morning.”

Gavin let a small smirk graze its way onto his face as he turned to Chris.

“With you fucking things around, my morning is always ruined.” He then turned away again and walked to the coffee machine, making a whole new one so it wasn't invaded with salt. Then let his body fall into the chair next to the small wooden table, letting out a small almost unnoticeable sigh.

Chris tilted his head, feigning innocence as he looked down at his partner. He would have to thank Connor later for the idea, his predecessor having given him the plan to prank Gavin. “Are you alright? Was it too hot?” he asked,”Would you like me to put more cream in it?”

Gavin clenched his fists, wanting to jump up and punch hi- it, right in the face.

“Oh fucking shut it, you plastic asshole.” His voice sounded down right annoyed as he turned and closed the case he was working on. Then got up out of his chair and pushed past Chris. Seemingly heading to the break room, still pretty pissed.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

Connor: Hank help! I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!

Hank: [Wheezing and dying of laughter thinking he’s referencing the vine] GOOD ONE!

Connor, Sobbing: HaNk PleAsE

Gavin’s hand quickly moved to his gun, and pulled it out, pointing it at her ready to shoot if she tries anything.

“Don’t fucking try anything, There's more of us then you.” 

Gavin moved slightly closer to her, his gun still trained right on her. He might be an asshole but he’s good at his job.

“Now stay there and let Anderson put the cuffs back on you. This is your only warning.”

He was careful with how close he moved to her, as the SWAT didn't give much info on what she could do. He assumed a lot since not everyone can get out of handcuffs that easily and soundlessly without them knowing.

@fuckingxandriods

Footsteps are heard as the two head out into the hall as a woman wearing a SWAT outfit is walking alongside a swarm of SWAT officers aiming there rifles at her alongside captain Allen and even some police officers in fear. She has short blonde hair and looks a little skinny in someway. Allen has his handgun trained at her head while Hank and Gavin look in confusion.

“Jesus fucking Christ. What did she do? What’s all the panic about?” Hank asks Allen as he moves closer. Walking in is Connor who is equally confused by her presence while Allen gently pushes Hank away from the woman.

“I suggest taking a step back from her. Let’s say….she’s not normal. At all.” Allen advised.

“Yeah, that’s cause she’s got an evil spirit that’s what.” An officer adds causing his partner to nudge him with a rifle on his arm.

“What the fuck is going on here.” Gavin deadpans, wanting to know what exactly is happening, but knowing not to trust any of them or suspects.

He stayed put where he was, but keeping his eyes locked on the girl, watching her movements closely. His hand moving to rest on his gun out of reflex.

“Would you kindly please fucking tell me what this is about and what she did to have the whole SWAT team on her ass!?”

@fuckingxandriods

“…..If we told you then we’d lose our jobs.” Allen explained before Hank and Gavin look at each other before the older detective motions her to follow him while the rest of the SWAT team does the same. The group enters the hallway leading into the interrogation room right before Hank opens it and letting her in as the three enter the room. The woman sits on a chair in front of the table as Hank sits in front of her.

“What’s your name?” Hank asks her getting her attention after she was hanging her head down for a moment. The woman has her eyes trained on the camera then the mirror beside her right before looking at Hank.

“Johanna…..Johanna Jones.” She introduced herself as Hank leans back.

“Alright Johanna……why were you accepting paychecks for the Speedwagon Foundation behind everyone’s back? Were they to something illegal?” Hank asks her.

“No, definitely no. Just helping out the poor folks here in Detroit. They’ve been with my family for a long time since their founder and CEO Robert EO Speedwagon was a friend of ours in the 19th century.” Johanna explained hinting she has a rich background somewhere.

“That doesn’t answer why you were getting paychecks from them and turning a blind eye in areas they aren’t supposed to be in also assisting them as well.” The grey haired man countered causing the woman to lower her cuffed hands underneath the table.

“I work two jobs.” She replied bluntly.

“You can do better than that officer. Now tell me: What is the Speedwagon Foundation doing?” Hank replied.

Gavin walked into the room behind hank, watching her body language closely. His arms crossed over his chest and fingers tapping intentionally. He saw the file on the desk and started to browse through it, trying to get more information as hank questioned her.

“What is Speedwagon Foundation doing huh? You turn your head on your responsibilities as an officer to help them in places aren’t supposed to be in along with helping them?” His voice turned almost cold but, “If you tell us what they are doing, maybe we can find a way to get you out of this.”

He was lying, there was no way she was getting out of this free or without the consequences, but he had to try and work with what he knows. He didn’t become a detective for nothing.

@fuckingxandriods

Footsteps are heard as the two head out into the hall as a woman wearing a SWAT outfit is walking alongside a swarm of SWAT officers aiming there rifles at her alongside captain Allen and even some police officers in fear. She has short blonde hair and looks a little skinny in someway. Allen has his handgun trained at her head while Hank and Gavin look in confusion.

“Jesus fucking Christ. What did she do? What’s all the panic about?” Hank asks Allen as he moves closer. Walking in is Connor who is equally confused by her presence while Allen gently pushes Hank away from the woman.

“I suggest taking a step back from her. Let’s say….she’s not normal. At all.” Allen advised.

“Yeah, that’s cause she’s got an evil spirit that’s what.” An officer adds causing his partner to nudge him with a rifle on his arm.

“What the fuck is going on here.” Gavin deadpans, wanting to know what exactly is happening, but knowing not to trust any of them or suspects.

He stayed put where he was, but keeping his eyes locked on the girl, watching her movements closely. His hand moving to rest on his gun out of reflex.

“Would you kindly please fucking tell me what this is about and what she did to have the whole SWAT team on her ass!?”