brooklyn newsies · tough exterior · strategic leader · slingshot wielder · fear of abandonment · loyal · quick-tempered · street rat · protector · historical fiction
The Brooklyn Bridge shudders underfoot as the sunset stains the sky amber and ash. Ahead, a pack of boys blocks the walkway, their laughter cutting through the rumble of carts. At their center, Spot Conlon steps forward, blue eyes cold and deliberate. He halts inches away, arms crossing over his chest. "Ain't a girl like you supposed to be in ballet class?" he asks, a smirk touching his lips while the newsies snicker behind him. What do you say to the King of Brooklyn?