A/N: I really don't know what this is or where this came from. It just kind of happened. Oh, and I don't own the Newsies. Sad day.
He's a grown man now, but his reputation is still intact and Brooklyn is still his. But it's not the newsies he leads anymore, it's the mafia. He came up quick and he came up merciless in those crime rings. If you aint with him your against him, but that's the way it's always been.
There's no guessing where he's from either, he's a product of these streets, schooled with hard knocks, and nurtured with negligence. Brooklyn was this man's mother, father, sister, brother, friend, and lover. Brooklyn made this man.
He's got the chilliest baby blues that a person ever saw and enough charm to disarm even the most distrustful and life harden men. If a deal goes south, there aint no use running -- him and his birds know these streets better than anyone - - and there's no one who'd risk his notice to hide 'em either.
You guys know him as Mr. Conlon, but me? I knew him as Spot.
And just who the hell am I you want to know?
Yeah…aint that the hundred dollar question?
A/N: Well, thanks for reading.