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"I don't know how long you were listening before you decided to jump in, but I spent the first half of the meeting playing the skeptic. And after weighing all the evidence I came to what I felt to be the logical course of action. The difference is, had the League voted against me, I wouldn't have stormed out like a child. I wouldn't have insulted the people who- whether I wanted to admit it or not- are some of the closest friends I have in this world. I wouldn't have done that."

"You're the closest thing to an ordinary human the League has- had. I understand that Bruce. That gives you insight the rest of us often lack. It doesn't make you the mouthpiece for human opinion. And don't pretend that your experiences, your huge fortune, and your training don't change your perspective either. Because they do.

There are plenty of others out there who represent mankind, and manage to give a much broader view than you. Because Green Arrow and Wildcat don't lock themselves away in isolation 20 hours a day. So don't tell me you're the 'everyman' here, alright?"

Clark sighed. "Look, just like you've haven't held Diana responsible for actions done under the influence of the Psycho Pirate or me when someone uses some variant of Kryptonite that alters my behavior- I can't call Hal a murderer for the things Parallax did while it possessed him. You don't believe his story? Don't think he's fit for duty? Send a request to Oa- we've worked with the Corps enough that they'll give you an answer- probably a very long an detailed one." Clark narrowed his eyes. "But if this is about your jealousy over Jordan's power- that of all the regular humans the ring could have chosen, it wasn't you- then that's something you need to get over."

He raised his hands. "And Zatanna... I don't know what to do with her. Frankly, when I first heard the story, my first thought was that she was acting on your orders. I honestly can't tell where you'll stand on anything, anymore. You draw the line so definitively in some cases, but in others you bend to suit you."

Clark continued, pointing an accusatory finger at his friend, as his tone hardened. "You've had no qualms about taking teenagers into combat alongside you, or about dishing out injuries that can cripple men for life on a nightly basis. You break into government databases and top secret servers without a moment's hesitation. And if anyone ever confronts you, you give the same answer you always do 'My way works. The end justifies the means'. But when Zatanna makes a terrible choice, but does it for the right reasons- do you even consider that its exactly your kind of paranoia that may have led her to do what she did? Do you at least have some empathy for her? Some forgiveness, for an old friend whose proved herself time and again? No. All you have is righteous indignation."

Clark had closed the distance between them, his voice rising as he did. "I'm sorry we can't all live up to your impossible standards. But that's your fault, not mine. You say we've lost touch? Well look in a mirror, because whoever the hell you're supposed to represent, it sure isn't humanity!" Clark exhaled heavily, turning to let his back hit the glass as he leaned on the window, crossing his arms.