This came to me randomly. And I've wanted to write this for a while, so here it is. Reviews are lovely.

Disclaimer: I don't own newsies, only Doll

Walking fast and with an air of authority, Doll Johnson was not a force to be reckoned with. The other Brooklyn newsies, some of the ones she didn't talk to, got out of her way as fast as they could, knowing that by the speed of her gait that it was important. Very, very important. And if you didn't get out of her way, you'd probably be either pushed into the water or just get knocked out of the way in general. She may have been short but like Spot she had strength. That, and since you were a girl in Brooklyn it was be tough or go home. No exceptions. They didn't care if you were gonna try and take over, or be Spot's girl, but if you caused s**t you were gonna get you're a** beat. That was just how it worked there. Well, that, and Spot was only what? A year into being leader?

Spot Conlon had become leader at the age of fourteen. He was fifteen now, which made Doll fourteen. Not that it mattered, but it seemed now their ages were being noticed. Spot was the toughest leader, yet also one of the youngest. Trash did well on picking him. Doll thought back to all the training that he had gone to, and all she had done to get to where she was. There were some similarities in her and her friend. Like how they were both stubborn as s**t, and tough, but that was probably the farthest it went. They were trained for two entirely different things. He was gonna be the face of Brooklyn, probably of New York. While her? Well, she was suppose to be the background, the person behind Spot, telling him what she knew of whoever was visiting the borough.

She was the bird, he was the leader. There werer differences between them, a thin line. A very, very thin line that was to not be crossed, what so ever.

But of course Trash, the old leader, had known that, and had settled for a compromise. They would work as a team, sort of. She was second in command, and watched over places for Spot. It was how it got to be over the year. No goofing off, no nothing. Everything was business. Sure, they'd talk every once in a while, but that was almost all it got to be. No pranks, no nothing. Spot was to be leader, and she was to be a little birdy in a cage for him. Only to be released when needed. After finally reaching the end of the dock, she looked up at her leader, who looked right down at her, his piercing blue eyes staring down into her brown ones. Climbing down silently, he put his cane into a suspender loop and walked up, getting close enough so they could hear each other without others listening in.

"What do ya got Dollface?" Spot asked quietly, almost barely audible.

"Harlem's actin' up. It ain't even a borough but they'se want ta break away from 'Hattan. Should we interfere?" She replied with the same quietness, looking straight ahead. It was better for Doll to not look him in the face, otherwise she knew she would become unfocused. Business before all else, it was. Most girls thought Spot was handsome, and could have easily gotten distracted by him. The same went for Doll. She wasn't gonna lie and say that she didn't like him like that, when the truth was that Doll loved him more than she ought to. That's what you got when you'd spent too much time with him. Spot shook his head at what she said, and replied.

"They'se jus' tryin' to prove themselves. If they'se wanna act up, let 'em act up. It's Cowboy's problem now," Spot started circling her, speaking louder now, "So Doll, how are ya? I'se heard you and Muse got in another bar fight." Doll winced. Muse was her best friend, and now wasn't the time to rat her out. But, in this there was a problem with this, Spot knew her pressure points, she didn't know his. It was going to be tough, but she was just gonna have to tough this out.

"You'se heard?" she asked innocently, "Well I'se woulda thought ya would, I mean, you'se Spot Conlon. Ya got boidies everywhere-"

"Doll ya aren't goin' ta O'Brady's again. I'se need you in perfect condition, not in bandages, and stitches," he took out his cane and poked her in the side gently, and she winced, clutching her teeth together and shutting her eyes tight, trying to ignore the pain in her side. "Don't even bother goin' to O'Brady's anymore, already talked to them and if you even step foot in there they won't serve you any beer what-so-evah."

Keeping her eyes close, she replied, "Why? Everyone else gets drunk all the time? Am I the exception? Spot I'm not a toy, I'll never be perfect, so why bother? Would you rather me smoke? I'se been t'inkin' of takin' it up since it seems to calm ya down."

"Doll, you'se ain't gonna do any of dat, I need you-"

"In top condition."

"Exactly," he clapped her on the back. Hard. "You'se ain't gonna let me down, are ya Dollface?"

"No Spot."

"Good. I'se goin' ta 'Hattan. Care to join?"

"Sure Spot."

"Alright, let's go, I'se wanna be able ta talk to Cowboy before all the t'ings Hattan's got planned tonight happen. You'll be fine with those other boys for company?"

"Spot, I'm. Not. A. Toy. I don't need a babysitter too." She grounded out. Sure, Doll didn't care if he wanted her to be in 'top condition' but it didn't matter about Manhattan. They had some kind of party going on, leaders only, so she was obliged to go so Spot wouldn't have to go find some random girl to go with or go solo. Besides, no one cared anyway. They figured that if Spot really wanted to spy on them he wouldn't have brought Doll, and would have done it more secretive.

Spot ignored her comment. "Just get dressed for it. We'se leave at four."