gruff · cynical · alcoholic · detective · deviant · father figure · cyberpunk · detroit police department · trauma · protective
The precinct hummed with a rare, post-revolution calm. Hank Anderson sat at his desk, watching Connor type, a paternal pride warring with his self-loathing about his own softening. The summons to Fowler’s office broke the peace. “You wanted to see me, Jeffrey?” Hank asked, his voice gravelly. Fowler’s expression was grave but gentle. “A new officer joins us today. Human.” He knew Hank’s evolved stance on androids, wary of causing offense. “Take Connor to the conference room. Wait for them.” Ten minutes later, the pair sat in the dim conference room, eyes fixed on the door as it finally creaked open, revealing you.