( Even if her question wasn't harsh, he couldn't help the immediate reaction. His entire body jerked forward with it. Gesticulating vigorously as he spoke. Heated, but pointed. Every syllable pronounced. ) That wasn't why I died, Claire. I died because no one was willing to do what was necessary, not even Bru-- ( He'd started moving toward her but that name just about to come out of his lips stops him in his tracks. A pause, a long one. He looks aside. Then, back. ) Not even him. Not even Bruce--Batman, whatever. ( A hand flicks over toward Claire. ) You have my file, no point in hiding that shit now, I guess.