"C'mon, Con." Hank grunted. "Let's get to work before Jeffery loses his shit."

"Got it, father." Connor obeyed graciously as he scratched behind Sumo's ears a few more times, then pushed himself to get prepared to leave.

"Hey, son. Don't forget your quarter." Hank tossed the coin onto Connor's hand.

"Thank you." Connor was startled he almost forgot his favorite alleviation item.

"Awright, let's get this day rollin', Connor. I'm sure it's gonna be a struggle as usual." Hank grumbled as he collected his car keys and they both entered his vehicle.

As they were navigating to work, Connor added, "Well, at least you are not struggling with drinking habits anymore."

"Yeah, but I still feel a little pessimistic, ya know?" Hank pursed his lips with aversion.

"That's to be expected, Lieutenant." Connor tried. "After all, you did have a horrid past."

"Heh." Hank laughed darkly. "Tell me about it."

That got Connor to remain silent for the rest of the ride in apprehension.

Luckily, they made it to work without giving time for the atmosphere to feel stifling awkward between them both. The DPD seemed to be bustling about with many new missions for everyone else that day. Gavin Reed and Conan Anderson had to drive to a house with three victims who were shot dead by a sniper recently. Tina Chen and Chris Miller were given tools so they could collect evidence at a car crash scene. All those missions for every single officer and detective that day was going to last the whole work day for them to collect evidence and get a move on with the truth of what really happened in those crime scenes. Hank and Connor's mission, however, was completely different from everyone else's. They both were ordered to chase down one Red Ice dealer. Seriously, that was it. Fowler told them to do so without hesitation. So, Hank and Connor left their Captain's office to get started on their chase. Everyone else was already gone doing their own things. If it weren't for Hank and Connor, since Fowler left a moment ago, the whole department would be empty at that point.

"Wow." Hank muttered as he collected his gun and info about the Red Ice dealer. "Never thought I'd see the day when everyone actually has their own mission to do. Fowler is dead serious about today."

"Yes, it seems Fowler is the busiest we have ever seen him." Connor agreed as he made sure to keep his coin with him at all times, including his pistol. "From what I'm reading about the Red Ice dealer, he is escaping so far on foot, so we'll have more of an advantage over him."

"It'll be an easier time for me, especially." Hank grunted as they left the department and started driving in his old car. "I can barely run without havin' to take a deep breath. I can't even walk that fast without feelin' like I'm havin' a heart attack!"

"That is why I will do the running, lieutenant." Connor assured. "Once I get a hold of him, you can keep him on the ground while I handcuff him."

"Connor," Hank sighed, "I don't want ya to overwork yourself. Let me take him on."

"Lieutenant, I'm precise at chasing people. You know this." Connor reminded.

"Fine!" Hank threw his hands up with exasperation. "But once ya have a hold of him, I will body slam that motherfucker and take him down with my own bare hands. Ya will do nothin' else at that point but watch and make sure he doesn't try anythin' else. Got it?"

"Got it." Connor nodded, not wanting their argument to become detrimental.

"Okay. Let's get a move on." Hank drove a bit faster, but not going overboard in the process.

Connor analyzed every single spot outside to find the criminal before he was lost from anyone's sight. Before the dealer could turn a corner, Connor saw the guy running away from them in slow-mo in his scanning eyesight. He left the scanning function to tell Hank exactly where to drive next. "Lieutenant, I found him on a sidewalk. Swerve to the right before we end up losing sight of him." Hank did just that and sure enough, the guy was looking left and right until there was barely any self-driving cars on the highway.

"Oh shit!" Hank hissed. "He's plannin' to cross the highway, that crazy bastard!"

"We should stop the car in a parking spot. Please." Connor pleaded. He knew exactly what to do and Hank didn't like it one bit.

"No, son. Ya already did that stupid decision twice. I'm not riskin' ya bein' killed anytime soon."

"No, Hank." Connor snapped. "I'll be fine. I did make it those last two times."

"Barely." Hank grumbled in reply. "Yeah, ya definitely made it. Ya definitely weren't shaken the second time ya did so."

Connor avoided him as he dived out of the car and chased after the dealer. Hank followed after him. The dealer had made it to the middle of the highway thus far. There were way more self-driving cars at that time.

"Connor Anderson!" Hank's voice boomed with warning. "If ya fuckin' go over there, I swear to god! Ya will not be a happy android!" Once again, Connor ignored him completely and attempted to pass by a fourth of the highway as Hank remained on the sidewalk, his heart never feeling so jumpy before. His stomach churned when his own son was trapped tight between two lines of cars navigating by him at great speed. Finally, Connor passed by half of the highway and grabbed onto the railing in a shaky manner. He had the other half to go as the dealer was already done with the highway and started escaping out into another big town. That's when Connor began to debate whether or not he should continue his wild goose chase. But, once all the adrenaline ebbed away from his internal systems, panic began to rise. His eyes widened as he registered that he had to return back to his father's side without being run over. He kept his shouts of panic deep in his throat as he swiftly crossed the first half of the road back to Hank. Once he made it back to Hank in one piece, the old man seized him by the wrist to pull him in for a agitated but solacing embrace.

"C-Connor Anderson... you fucking plastic prick!" Hank shrieked as he let go of his son and started to shake the petrified android by the shoulders. "What in the living fuck were you thinking!? Why did you have to do this again a third time!?"

"H-Hank!" Connor never was so scared in his life! "I had to try and capture the Red Ice dealer! I couldn't just leave him to flee any farther than he already has."

"Well, lookee here! He escaped anyways! There was no reason for you to chase after that bastard! I was hoping you would've learned to not do this the last couple of times. I suppose I haven't been harsh enough on you." Hank kept his grasp on Connor's wrist as he partially dragged Connor back to the car. "Maybe you need a little more assistance than I thought when it comes to obeying orders from your higher-ups."

Connor remained silent as he knew he truly deserved whatever punishment Hank was about to dish out to him. For now, Hank had to drive back to the precinct. It felt like days until the old man parked in the parking lot. As Hank left out the car, Connor couldn't help but scan possibilities of escape from his punishment.

SCANNING POSSIBILITIES OF ESCAPE...

OPEN THE DOOR AND FLEE TO A HIDING SPOT: 60% CHANCE OF SUCCESS

WAIT IN THE CAR UNTIL HANK IS FAR AWAY AND THEN FLEE: 50% CHANCE OF SUCCESS

STAY IN THE CAR FOREVER UNTIL HE LEAVES FOR GOOD: 5% CHANCE OF SUCCESS

(I know. These are really stupid. XD)

Connor's tech vision disappeared once Hank laid a hand on his shoulder. "Connor, I know what you're doing. You better stop it right now."

So, the android looked up at the lieutenant expectantly.

"Alright, we're going back in the department and I'll deal with you then. Got it?"

"Got it."

Hank led Connor to the entrance after closing the car door and locking the doors with his keys. They inched closer and closer to the precinct until an idea sprung up in Hank's mind. "Connor, stay out here. I need to check and see if anyone is still inside. Once the coast is clear, I will lead you inside so I can deal with you. Got it?"

"Got it clear as crystal, lieutenant." Connor sighed.

Hank rolled his eyes, then disappeared into the building.

Of course, like a normal, nervous android would do, he began to scan probabilities of bolting away from his punishment.

SCANNING POSSIBILITIES OF ESCAPE...

ENTER THE BUILDING AND REASON WITH HANK: 30% CHANCE OF SUCCESS

TURN THE OTHER DIRECTION AND VAMOOSE FROM THE PRECINCT: 80% CHANCE OF SUCCESS

CHOOSE A HIDING SPOT OUTSIDE AND REMAIN THERE: 20% CHANCE OF SUCCESS

HANK FORGETS THE PUNISHMENT: 1% CHANCE OF SUCCESS

Connor did want to escape, but realized how much time that would waste if he were to do so. Hank and the others would surely find him in no time. But, the second choice was really tempting, so... he looked back and forth in a cautious manner, then started to move one step away from the department. He wasn't even able to take a second step as Hank already was finished making sure no one was still inside the place. The old man stepped partially out the door, then raised an eyebrow. "Connor Anderson? What do you think you are doing?"

"Nothing, Hank." Connor couldn't even look his father in the eyes. "I was just waiting for you for the whole time."

Hank growled as he grabbed Connor by the wrist the millionth time, then led the stiff android inside. They stood a few feet away from each other after they made it deep in the middle of the huge office of desks and swivel chairs.

"Connor, here's what's gonna have to happen." Hank sighed, dreading the moment he has to punish his son. "I've warned you many times to not go running out in the middle of highways. What do you do?"

"I disobeyed you." Connor mumbled with his hands clasped behind his back.

"Exactly. You did just that without thinking once again. Why, Con? Why do you keep on wanting to do this?"

"Hank, you have said so yourself." Connor argued. "You hate Red Ice dealers. I can't let one escape from us because I'm not too fond of them myself."

"Connor, he succeeded anyways!" Hank snapped. "Bastards like him are used to passing through highways all the time to get away from us and cause more damage to our society. You should've just let him go and possibly die instead of you following along with him."

"I can't give up, dad!" Connor crossed his arms over his chest. "I catch criminals no matter what dangers there may be lying ahead."

"You may have been capable of doing those foolish actions before," Hank placed his hands on his hips with a tired expression on his face, "but now, you don't have many chances to live like you used to. Connor, CyberLife stopped working with all androids. Am I right?"

"Correct." Connor was curious where this conversation was heading.

"So, if you were to be hit by a car... y-you would be..." Hank was having a hard time keeping his cool. It seemed as if he was going to break down in tears.

"Dead." Connor's eyes widened with awareness of the circumstance.

"Exactly." Hank spat, his eyes a teensy bit wet. "Connor, there is no other clones for you to move on to if you were to die in that body. If you die, you're dead for good. That's why CyberLife left you all so they believe you all will go through a harsh karma of what you all wished for. I'm not going to let that happen to you anytime soon, not if I can help it!" Hank was adamant on reminding Connor how good it was for him to care for his own safety first.

"Hank," Connor gulped, "what will the punishment contain?"

"You're going over my knee for a spanking."

Hank's blunt answer threw Connor off for a moment.

"W-Wait, what?" Connor stammered. "Y-You're spanking me here?"

Hank only nodded once as he advanced towards Connor without hesitation. Since Connor was built to be a defensive android, he wasn't going to give in easily. He also didn't want to hurt his father since he loved him a lot, so all he could do was flee from the middle-aged man. The frightened android made sure they both had as much desks and chairs in between their distances as much as possible. Connor was in a stance, ready to dash to another direction if Hank was daring to scramble towards his son in a certain way. Hank took a left while Connor took a right. Many desks and chairs were still protecting Connor from Hank's calm and collected but about to be brutal wrath. Hank made sure to stay calm at all times no matter what as he turned another left to Connor's safety bubble. Connor never lost breath as Hank was about to. However, Hank had a certain energy to him he never realized he still contained after all of these years of not having to use that certain feeling too often. His adrenaline for wanting and needing to teach Connor a lesson was what was preventing him from ever giving up their foolish chase in the first place. Connor started to take a left as they were close to the exit.

"I will not let you touch me!" Connor exclaimed as he was debating whether or not he should really run out through the exit. "You can't just spank me here! Why can't we go home and deal with my punishment there?"

"Jeffery wouldn't allow us to leave early just because of your insolence." Hank growled. "Would you rather wait until we get home at night?"

Connor was speechless there. What could he say at that point to counteract his father's point?

"Exactly how I thought you would react." Hank huffed. "Now, let me take care of your ridiculous impudence. Take this like a man. It will be better for both of us if you do."

SCANNING BIOCOMPONENTS...

STRESS LEVEL ^75%

Connor attempted to change his father's mind. "Hank, Captain Fowler would never allow this to happen! It would be against the rules!"

"Oh trust me, Connor. He would be more than willing to do this to you if you were to act like this around him. He's been wanting to do it to Gavin for years." Hank grunted.

"But father, he hasn't." Connor frowned with confusion.

"Well... he hasn't cause Gavin never learns. If he did it, Gavin would just get further incensed than anything else."

Before Hank could even blink, Connor sprinted towards the exit. Luckily, Hank was pretty talented with shortcuts. For that fact, he was able to keep up with Connor's speed and finally seized his wrist for good. He partially dragged Connor to his desk and flipped Connor over his knee.

(Art above is not mine. It's made by ALLMIGHT. Just ignore those three people in the background. Please. XD No one is supposed to be witnessing them both anyways.)

SMACK!

"OWW! Dad, stop!" Connor began kicking his legs. "Please! I don't want anyone to find out!"

"You know what?" Hank said whilst spanking Connor's wriggling bottom, "Maybe it would be good for you to have at least one person witnessing your first spanking. Then maybe, just maybe you'll obey orders better."

"But, father! This isn't fair! This is sooo embarrassing!" Tears began to form in the android's eyes as his face was just as blue as his bottom could be at this point.

"How is it any different from you running out into highways three times for the whole world to see? I don't see how that can be any less embarrassing than this. I don't want you to waste away your life like this, Connor!" The android wailed and kicked more profusely when the spanking got a bit harder. "I love you too much, Connor Anderson. Jericho needs you. The DPD cares about you, boy. Sumo would miss you just as much as I would if you were to die on me. You're barely a year old for Christ's sake!" Hank spanked a bit more forcefully as Connor sobbed the most he's ever done in a long while. "Just remember, kid. There's many many Red Ice dealers out there, but there's only one you. Please, be more self-aware of your actions. It's all I need." Hank was close to crying once again as he finally stopped spanking his broken son. Connor was weak all over as he held onto his dad, never wanting to let go. They both stood up and embraced each other. Hank never wanted to lose this bond anytime soon.

(Art isn't mine and it's made by ALLMIGHT.)

"Sorry, Con. I had to do what I had to do."

"I-It's okay, Hank." Connor sniffed as he raised his head off of his father figure's shoulder. "I tend to conduct deeds without thinking." Connor rubbed his eyes with his sleeve. "I d-didn't know what I was estimating to happen back there."

"Ya weren't thinkin'. That's why." Hank smirked a little as Connor pouted. "We all make mistakes, Connor. Welcome to my fuckin' world."

Connor couldn't help but giggle and shake his head a little as Hank pat his shoulder, then they returned back to working on their cases at their desks.