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Respect

Comment Prompt:

Fawcett City is the worst city in the world, even worse than Gotham. None of the leaguers know that so they don't understand why Captain Marvel gets the most respect until one (or more) of the YJ kids tell them.

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When you think of Fawcett City, you probably think of picturesque skies, brick and mortar shops with hand-painted windows, barber shops where the door is always propped open and a song wafts through the air. A park where birds chirp, couples walk hand-in-hand, and children's laughter fills the air.

You imagine it to be happy, you think its a safe place, right?

Well you'd be wrong.

Sure, Fawcett City used to be like that...but that was in the 50's. Nowadays, the town was worse for wear.

It was in bad shape— it was rare to find a store that hadn't been robbed before, to find a store that didn't have bars over its windows. The items they held looked like they were in prison, but it was all shopkeepers could do to protect their goods.

Spray paint adorned brick walls, vibrant colors depicting phallic objects or tags or explosions covering each other, all in an cry for attention their creators so desperately craved.

Crime was commonplace, and there was rarely a day where the police weren't dealing with something that would get put on any normal news station's channels.

Many believed it to be one of the worst towns in the country— some said it was worse than Gotham. Then again, that was what the people who lived there said. Those who didn't live there— they only knew the sunshine-y, 50's Fawcett. Not what it had become.

Captain Marvel tried his best too keep order, and he had done a good job since his appearance two years ago— he calm around when the town had been at its worst, and slowly, ever so slowly, had started to help it get back on its feet.

The bright, smiling hero was often seen as a godsend to the people of Fawcett City, something they could depend on no matter what, a symbol of a simpler time gone by where people trusted one another, where you could turn you back to someone and not fear being stabbed in the back (sometimes literally).

The Captain looked out for his people— often times he would run himself ragged helping them, but his citizens were always grateful. Underneath their fear and mistrust, he knew they were good people, and that they depended on him to be a beacon of light in the darkness that shrouded the town.

As a part of the President's plan to make the most crime-ridden citied in the US cleaner and safer, the Justice League had been touring the country, assuring citizens and implementing teleports where needed. They held ceremonies at each town and met the people that lived in the towns.

Soon enough the time came that it was Fawcett City's turn, to which many of the Justice League were confused. They were gathered in Fawcett's City Hall, in a meeting room large enough to fit them.

"Surely this can't be correct, Fawcett City had a reputation of being a picturesque town." Superman said, looking over a document in his hand.

"Everything looked fine when we walked in— though we did come by teleport, I didn't notice anything particularly off about the town." Green Lantern spoke up, taking a sip from the cup that was in front of him.