Re: Batman/Maria/Superman (or - After the longest car ride ever)
"Pain," she said quietly. "Pain to the brink of death. All that matters is what you are feeling in your skin. And you would do anything to stop the attack."
And there she had it - her full confession. Not the part where he'd killed the Joker: they all knew that part. The part where he had been skidding towards death, tormented with reality and visions of horrors, afraid and wounded in so many ways...that was what needed to be on record.
His breakdown and regret didn't hurt in the slightest. It was something beyond her experience, even as an outsider - she was a soldier, and had been around soldiers. Killing had been part of the deal. But that he regretted killing taking a life, however deserving the Joker had been of it...
"Okay," she said quietly, and recognized that they'd reached her second reason for being here. She deliberately reached out and stopped the recorder. This didn't need to be on record. "You were not a god, nor a judge, no more than any soldier is a god and a judge. You killed an enemy combatant who was firing on you in a war zone. I have done that," she admitted frankly.