Author's Note: Another prompt I got from tumblr in which I was to choose my two favorite newsboys and have them doing something with strike signs. Random. Enjoy!


It wasn't everyday that Spot Conlon graced the Manhattan Newsboys Lodging House, but then again, this was not considered an everyday kind of day.

They had been locked up the entire night, put on trial that morning, and now Jack had been taken from them.

Spot was walking around jauntily, one hand on the top of his cane, thumb tapping at it in what one could describe as anxiety. His nose was slightly turned up and his eyebrows were raised as he watched many a newsboy prepare for the upcoming strike. It was Blink that caught his eye, hunched over in the corner, toiling away on something like there was no tomorrow. And hey, who ever knew if there'd be a tomorrow?

Sliding between the packed lodging house residents, Spot made his way to the blonde newsie. Glancing over Blink's shoulder, Spot let out a small grunt. "What's that?" he asked, none too impressed.

Kid barely took his eyes off of his creation. "What do you mean 'what is it'? It's a sign. For the strike," Blink explained excitedly, taking no offense to the way Spot was staring down at him.

"A sign?" Spot scoffed. "That ain't a sign. These are signs," he spat, raising his fists and taking up a fighting stance.

Blink sighed. "C'mon Spot, you know I ain't no good in a fight," he replied quietly, gesturing vaguely at his eye-patch, not to mention the shiner he was sporting from the bull that had clubbed him the night before. One of the rare occasions in which Blink was willing to exchange blows.

Spot nodded, knowing all too well that Blink didn't mean his loss of vision kept him from being a good fighter, but that his loss of vision was a result of being a bad fighter. "Look Blinky-boy," Spot started, once again tapping the tip of his cane and shrugging one of his shoulders noncommittally. "If, you know, trouble ensues, I'se'll be there at your back, 'kay?"

Blink grinned. "You still feel guilty," he deduced.

A light flush of pink lit Spot's tanned cheeks. "I don't feel guilt! I got rid of Blue the moment you got knocked to the ground," the leader of Brooklyn retorted, nose scrunched slightly. "Although you did provoke him, what with smiling at his girl in that way of yours."

Slapping on the same smile he had worn the day he lost sight in his eye, Blink shrugged. "He didn't deserve her."

Spot smirked. "Nope. And that's why I got her." He pulled his cane from his belt loop and lightly knocked Blink on the top of the head.