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Kid Blink x Reader | The Careless And The Cautious

Thank you, @NSTOBI1992, for requesting this! Oh, and btw, Blink took Harlem ;). But also because so little is talked about with the other boroughs, I had to make up some characters.
Oh, and some of the prompts didn't work with the story, so I hope you don't mind that I only used two. But if you want the other prompts, you can just request them again for a different story.

Also, fun fact: Kid Blink had two eyes, he was just blind in one eye, so he covered it up.

Prompts: 2 and 3

'•.,¸¸,.•'¯ 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘗𝘖𝘝 ¯'•.,¸¸,.•'

Being a newsie when the price is raised isn't the best thing in the world, some might say. And over in Manhattan, a couple of boys have gone on strike over it.

Now, there had been rumors that they were sending out boys to all the other boroughs in order to get them to join the strike. And being the Harlem newsies' second in command, I've been tasked to deal with the strikers.

We have a place that we call, "The Tower", which is actually just an abandoned three story building that has a nice view. So of course, I wait at the top to keep an eye out for the kids.

And just as the clock strikes 12 PM, I see an all too familiar Manhattan styled outfit in the distance. Of course, I don't recognise the face, since I don't talk with the Manhattan newsies very often.

As soon as the kid is within shouting distance, I lean forward, over the railing of the fire escape.

"Hey, you from 'Hattan?" I yell, gaining the boy's attention. It's only now that I notice the kid has an eyepatch.

"Depends, you the Harlem leada?" The boy yells back. I sigh, feeling taunted by the boy. I grab one of our ropes we attached to the building before sliding down and landing almost at his feet.

"Second in command. Now tell me who you is," I say, showing off that my title means that I still have some power by commanding him. But instead, Mr. Eyepatch rolls his eyes and scoffs.

"Friends call me Kid Blink. But I didn't come 'ere tah talk tah you, I'se here fah da leada," 'Kid Blink' says, trying to walk past me. I hold out my arm, and lightly shove him away,

"For the recahd, the leada, Viper, put ME in charge. He didn't wanna deal with this stupid strike business, and told me to tell anyone who came tah ask 'bout the strike, that we'll not be joinin'. Not unless Brooklyn joins, or course," I say. As I finish my sentence, I pull out a cigar from my pocket, pulling out a lighter with it. Once I light my cigar, Kid Blink snatches it from my hands. "Hey, dumbass, give it back."

"Not until I see Vipah. And besides, who do you think you ah?" Blink says. And in a split second, I punch him in the stomach, which makes him double over in pain. That gives me just enough time to take back my cigar.

"One, I'se already told ya, no. And two, the name's Y/n, but kids call me Snaps. 'Cause as soon as ya snap ya fingahs, I'se already got an idea," I say, snapping my fingers in demonstration. Blink, still clutching his stomach, lifts his fist up in a threatening manor. "Uh uh uuuh, I wouldn't do dat if I was you."

He gives off a questioning look, before I point upwards. He looks up, and I can tell that he's spotted all the other Harlem kids glaring down at him by the look on his face.

"Fine. But I'll be back soon, and when I'se back, I expect Vipah tah be here," Blink says before turning around. I hold up my hand to wave goodbye, but only curl my fingers, as if giving him a mocking wave.