Owl gave him a squinty-eyed look when he admitted to tailing her, but then she just shook her head and dusted herself off.
"Well, before I knew you were following me, I didn't wanna freak you out by saying I'd just taken down a notorious, murdering child rapist," she said, and barely repressed a shudder as soon as she said the words. It was...difficult not to think about what she'd witnessed. What she'd almost witnessed. To think about what could have happened, and what had happened to the others she couldn't save. It was much better to think about the boy she had saved, and that the man was now behind bars--and would, hopefully, never hurt a soul again.
She rolled her shoulders back and took a deep breath. Being a hero was...emotionally difficult work, as it had turned out. But it was also rewarding, and it was that desire to help people, and the small little flickers of progress she saw, that made it all worth it. It would get easier with time, she'd been told.
"Anyway, I suppose it'll be my turn to teach you things, now. Teach you how to be good and honest. Inspire hope rather than fear! Well...you can still inspire fear, you just have to direct it at the awful people who deserve it."
She adjusted her mask, and then began to walk, still a little unsteady and achy.