In Between 'Hattan and Brooklyn || A Sprace Story

Chapter 11 - "If Manhattan Goes Down, I'm Going Down With Them."

- Chapter 11 - "It's Like You Know You're Half Brooklyn." -
Warnings: Start of the strike? Idk.
Third Person POV

"Please take me to Midtown with you." Race almost pleads with Albert.

Albert chuckles. "Love you tons, Racer, but nope." He responds. "You're the closest chance we have of getting Spot to join."

Race rolls his eyes. "But I hate them and they hate me." He complains.

"They don't hate you." Albert responds with a soft chuckle, his arms crossed. "Brooklyn just teases anyone, especially their own Newsies."

"I'm not one of their Newsies!" Race exclaims, waving his hands around him.

Albert chuckles, ruffling Race's hair and walking off.

Race turns around to walk away, walking into Jack.

Jack, Davey, and the girl chuckle.

"I hate my luck." Race mutters, fixing his Newsie hat.

Jack chuckles, crossing his arms. "Like Al said-" he starts.

"I'm half Brooklyn and your best chance at getting Spot's help," Race repeats mockingly, rolling his eyes. "I got it, thanks."

"How did you become half Brooklyn, anyway?" Davey speaks up, a bit confused.

Race purses his lips. "It's a long story," he tells him, his hands on his hips. "but I was born in Queens and was raised in Brooklyn until I ran away at 6 years old." He starts. "A place in Brooklyn, Sheepshead Races, was a family memory, so when I was first allowed to sell on my own, I somehow wandered there. A boy, who is now the leader of Brooklyn, came and questioned me." Race explains. "He just let me sell there and I've sold there ever since." He sticks his hands in his pockets. "And that's how I got my Newsie name." He shrugs.

Davey and the girl nod.

"Oh, Race, this is Katherine Plumber." Jack introduces. "Katherine, this is Racetrack Higgins; my Second in command and second youngest brother." He explains.

Race rolls his eyes. "I'm literally five years older than Lucky," he responds. "Let the 'second youngest brother' thing go."

Jack chuckles, ruffling his hair.

"Well, I better get going." Katherine says, looking at her notepad.

She starts leaving.

"Ey, Plumber!" Jack exclaims.

Katherine turns to face him, an eyebrow raised.

"Write it good." Jack tells her. "We both got a lot riding on you."

Katherine nods, running off.

"Write it good." Race mocks under his breath, his arms crossed. "We both got a lot riding on you."

Jack chuckles. He grabs Race's collar. "Let's go to Brooklyn."

"Is there a reason you're holding my collar?" Race asks, looking up at him.

"I know you, and I know you were planning to run." Jack answers with a chuckle.

Race rolls his eyes. Hate how well they know me.

In Brooklyn

Race hides his eyes with his hat when they get to Brooklyn.

Rock looks at Jack. "Afternoon, Kelly." He greets. "Need something?"

"I need to speak with Spot." Jack informs him.

DD smirks as he stands next to Race, pulling his (Race's) hat off of his head.