Batman/Maria/Superman
She could honestly say that she was well out of her depths with him; her soldiers and her agents - even most civilians - allowed themselves the possibility of killing to defend their life, particularly when they were actually being attacked. She had the impulse to shake him to try and jar some sense out of him. Or maybe just drop her head against the table in defeat.
"No," she had to say quietly even as she reached for the recorder and dropped it into one of her fatigue pockets. "You are not the only one to have a burden like this." That was what her arguments had boiled down to; she just hadn't actually said the words.
Then Batman dropped down from wherever he'd been with a rush of air and a flare of the cape, and she jerked back in spite of herself, hand going for the knife in the small of her back instinctively. She wondered sardonically if Kal was listening to her racing heartbeat again.
"We do, yes," she agreed, and wondered if they were thinking of the same matters of business. Probably not.
The language sounded like nothing remotely familiar, and she started kicking herself for putting the recorder away; the geeks liked it when she brought back a toy from a field mission.
Well, she'd need it out again for her angle of their business. "I'll need you to describe the effects of Fear Toxin and Joker Toxin on the record," she told him, carefully level.