A/N: This is my first Newsies Oneshot. It's "The World Will Know" through the eyes of Brooklyn-Spot Conlon, who I am totally in love with. Drabble. Enjoy!

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"Pulitzer and Hearst, they think we're nothing! Are we nothing?"

Spot Conlon rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he leaned casually against a shady tenement's facade.

"Pulitzer and Hearst, they think they got us. Do they got us?"

Now, Spot audibly snorted. Luckily none of the 'Hattan newsies turned to his vantage point. There were only two men that the King of Brooklyn would admit to serving, and those were Misters William Randolph Hearst and Joseph Pulitzer. What in the name of God was Cowboy doing, standing over all his boys and telling them they ruled the world? It just wasn't a bright idea.

Spot watched as Kelly bent down and nodded at the words coming from the Walking Mouth. What was his name? Didn't matter.

The Mouth was the reason Spot had come. He needed to hear the arguments in order to decide what was best for his boys.

Jack Kelly may have been full of hot air, but The Mouth had a brain-or so Spot believed. The words just weren't coming out of Kelly's mouth right.

"We'll do what we gotta do until we break the will of mighty Bill and Joe..."

Spot scoffed, unfolded himself from the building, and melted into a dark alleyway. Good luck doing all o' that without Brooklyn, he thought wryly.

Spot's mind was set. Brooklyn would be neutral in this war, and Jack Kelly would have a hell of a time coming out on top. That big head needed some deflating, and the King of Brooklyn wouldn't mind watching it happen.

Now, if Brooklyn would lead the uprising-that would be different. Or even the Mouth.

Spot Conlon, King of Brooklyn and Hero of Newsies. That had a ring to it.

Now, how to make it true? He would find a way. He always had.