Agent watched him holster his guns, glad he wouldn't be addressing her with a weapon in his hand.  At his comment, Agent shrugged and scratched the back of her neck.  "Oh, I guess the same goes for you," she said, the quickly retracted and explained, "I mean, I've seen you in the news too."  She didn't want to admit it, but he looked a lot older than she expected.  Many other vigilantes and heroes were usually young.  This man, however, seemed old enough to be her father.

"Is this how you do it every night?" Agent asked, waving to the dead bodies on the ground.  Sure, the men she beat were bruised up, but none of them were dead.  The main difference between the anti-hero's and her victims was the amount of blood.  Another chill was sent down Agent's spine.  It was hard to look at the bodies.  As a hero, she was sworn to protect everyone... Right?  Did that include saving criminals from death?  "This is how you stop crime every night?" Agent muttered, a lump catching in her throat.