I'm a Renegade (OPEN)

[DYLAN CARRERO]

A number of months after getting through the police academy, Dylan turned her back on the GCPD when they went after her father's mob. James Carrero had gotten out of prison and done something stupid which had gotten their attention. The police had the attitude of showing no mercy towards the mob. She couldn't do anything like that when it came to her family, and she couldn't let her father go down without at least a little warning. No one suspected her of having done it until she'd screamed it at Gordon while he was looking at the obviously corrupt officers and detectives. She couldn't believe how oblivious everyone had seemed. They were her family. The Carrero mob was her family. It took them being threatened for her to really register it.

Wandering down the street with a bit of a stride, the youngest Carrero ignored everyone else in the area. She didn't care about them. Her footsteps thudded on the pavement. Her orange hair blew slightly in the September wind as she neared an old pub that her father had told her about. Hadley Jones had mentioned it once or twice, as well, which she only remembered as she pushed the door open. Hadley fucking Jones. How much she wished she'd shot him last time she saw him. She hadn't, though. He'd tried to shoot her, but aiming for a moving target hadn't been easy for the officer - lucky for Dylan, really.

"Coke." She requested as she sat on the nearest bar stool, pulling her short jacket around her a little. Her hand moved to her pocket as the drink was brought to her and she paid before glancing around. She knew that there was every chance a police officer would come into the pub, but she didn't care. No, she did care. Only a little, but she cared. They'd accepted her for a short while and she'd completely rejected them. Well, now she was in a mob. No doubt they wanted any member of any mob. It was unfortunate for them that she hadn't done anything illegal, really... Her gaze turned to the nearest TV as the news began talking about a Joker killing. He still scared her. She'd been in Gotham when he'd first come about. She remembered it and remembered him. Just because of that, she wished she were still a police officer. He went for mobs, not police... Generally.

Dylan sipped at the Coke, taking a deep breath after and pulling her wavy hair over her shoulders to hang down her front. Other than Hadley, she hadn't seen any old colleagues. She hadn't really wanted to, either, which begged the question of what she was doing here. An officer knew about the place. The same officer she'd seen since basically becoming a renegade against the GCPD. Better turning her back on them than becoming corrupt. That was how she saw it, anyway...

((Notes: Set where Dylan's in her dad's mob. I made a couple of small changes to the idea - in that she actually got into the GCPD before she decided to go mob... Idk I like this better anyway, yeah... Go nuts!))