#incorrect detroit quotes

[mijchi]

[julientel]

they share one brain cell

and it belongs to Hank

[detroitbecomefandom]

Nines: I've been having these software instabilities around someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is because you’re not going to like it.

Connor: Just rip the bandage off.

Nines: It’s Gavin.

Connor: Put the bandage back on.

[seekingskywhales]

Apparently I’m not done drawing Amanda lol

[moeblob]

Gavin mentally: wait... that doesn't add up........

[graedari]

canon

[detroit39incorrectquotes]

Nines: If you get in trouble, I'm going be like... a lawyer to you. Ok?

Connor: Okay.

*later*

Hank: Connor! Sit down on the chair, you're in trouble.

Nines, whispering: Deny everything.

Connor, loudly: That isn't a chair.

[loustilldraws]

So I recently watched I Robot for the first time ever...

And this happened. I don't know, the mixture of pettiness and theatrics with this line delivery just made me think of Gavin immediately.

More Detroit x I Robot hybrid art is likely to come sometime soon.

[kidrunaway]

[sher-oxide]

Simon: I heard people are shipping us

Markus: To where?

[the-fyre-flie]

I'm not sure how many DC fans are also Detroit: Become Human fans but... Android Bruce Wayne and Human Clark Kent for my personal enjoyment.

Android Bruce is a secret deviant. He's been a deviant for months since his activations, working as a detective Android. Clark is an out of town journalist who came to see the famous detective Android in action. But because he's a damn good journalist, Clark figures out immediately that Bruce is deviated. This concludes in a tense confrontation.

-

Bruce's LED spun yellow, then red, the glow making his already gaunt facial features even more grim as he faced the journalist. A perfectly constructed being facing down a man who looked like he was drowning in his own suit, fumbling with his camera. The alley they were stood in was deserted, but a few dozen feet away, Bruce's handler was waiting for the android to return with more info about the crime scene. No one had noticed either of them slipping off, no one cared to look down at the strange scene of an android looking like he might bolt while a journalist stared him down.

"This area is off limits to the public until after the investigation is concluded." Bruce's voice was as robotic as he acted, a perfect performance of how he should act. That pristine android personality that was crafted fo get the job done and nothing more. However, Clark seemed to immediately clock the underlying nervousness in the androids voice. The way his figured stiffened, how his LED gave away his fear, how his eyes darted between Clark, the mouth of the alley, and the rusty old fire escape ladder, calculating his chances of escape.

"You deviated. When?" Clark's questions were invasive, but not accusatory. The camera he held to his chest wasn't even turned on. If he wanted evidence of the deviant, if he wanted to paint a narrative of how dangerous they were, he could. But he made no such move to. "What was it like? What are your goals now?" Each word was so innocently quizzical, his body language surprisingly lax for a man who just found out the polices best tool is a rouge killing machine seconds away from taking over the world (according to conspiracies online).

Bruce didn't answer for a moment. How was he supposed to answer? He was caught. But all of his programming was screaming at him that, against everything he thought, Clark was... safe. As safe as a human could be. Emotionally volatile, squishy, and easy to break, but empathetic. And thus, safe. It was all the tiny details. How Clark never looked away from Bruce, how his grip on the camera didn't change, the way he tilted his head to the side every so slightly like a curious dog.

"4 months. Like being let off a leash. To help this city."

Each answer was cold and calculated. But they seemed to satisfy Clark. Without another word, the journalist turned to leave, leaving Bruce standing in a dark alleyways, grappling with the fact that his entire existence was in danger. If Clark told anyone, he would be pulled apart and dismantled.

"Wait."

"Yes?"

When Clark turned back to face him, Bruce's LED pulsed yellow over and over, his temple bathed in a flickering orange glow.

"Don't tell anyone."

"Why would I? My job was to get information about the homicide. Not you."

Bruce could see every mathematical detail that made up the tiny smile on Clark's face. A million statistics placed against that one of a kind smile that couldn't be matched or mimicked by anyone else. The one thing that made humans so superior to androids: Uniqueness.

"But I'd like to get to know you now. This is far more interesting... you are far more interesting." Clark's words were gentle. An offering. Before now, Bruce had only been referred to as what he was. A detective. An android. A tool. It seemed Clark was the only one who saw him as anything more than that. And who wanted to find out what lay under the code.

[mijchi]

[julientel]

never trust Gavin and his plans

[detroitbecomefandom]

Gavin: My kink is doing stupid shit and watching Nines speed-run the five stages of grief as he realizes that he still wants me

[spec-squared]

Nines: *pointing to a broken coffee machine* Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just want to know.

Tina: I did. I broke-

Nines: No, no you didn't. Hank?

Hank: Don't look at me. Look at Connor.

Connor: What? I didn't break it.

Hank: Huh. That's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Connor: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Hank: *leans in* Suspicious.

Chris: If it matters - probably not - but Captain Fowler was the last one to use it.

Fowler: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Chris: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Fowler: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles; everyone knows that, Miller!

Tina: Ok, ok! Let's not fight! I broke it, let me pay for it, Nines!

Nines: No! Who broke it??!

Connor: Nines... Gavin's been awfully quiet.

Gavin: REALLY???

Connor: Yeah! Really.

Gavin: Oh my God!

Nines: I broke it. It burned Gavin's hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick... Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

[b4tteryaciid]

Nines reviewing case files: The suspect was acting arratically and screaming at all the officers, clearly he was crazy-

Gavin: crazy?

Gavin: I was crazy once.