“And it’s gone now. You killed it.” She paused. “But there’s something else. On your glove.”

“No,” she said, pulling her hand back. “That’s the disease. You’ve been doing this so long you’ve forgotten what it feels like to stop a monster. You don’t even get the quiet joy of a job done well. You just get the quiet.”

“That’s the job.”

Here’s a short story based on your request, featuring “Dredd and Stella.”

She tilted her head.