[ WP ] An important press conference , with rows of cameras pointed at you . Dozens of journalists wait with bated breath , until finally you mutter , `` no comment '' into your microphone . The room explodes with excitement . One of them yells , `` this is going to be front page news across the planet ! ''

I could hear a pin drop if every pin in the room was not too busy holding its breath. 
 
 All the journalists are pointing their microphones at me. I feel like I'm the pope and they want me to bless their babies. Except I sure do n't feel holy and serene right now. 
 
 *This is when I deny everything. * I think. 
 
 But I do n't. It seems like I'm unable to pronounce one word. And each damn second increases the tension in the room. Each damn second decreases the plausibility of any denial I could make. 
 
 I open my mouth. I close it. Nothing wants to come out. 
 I'm tired. I'm so bloody tired. Alfred is going to kill me. 
 
 -No comment. 
 
 My voice is tired and creaky. But it does n't matter as the room explodes. Every journalist turns back to face their camera and they're all speaking fast and loudly. 
 
 -This is going to be front page news across the planet! I hear. 
 
 It sure will, pal, it sure will. I feel numbed. I let my eyes wander and they fall on yesterday's newspaper on the table in front of me. 
 
 *Wayne Enterprises' accountant brings evidence that its billionaire shareholder Bruce Wayne is the Batman* 
 
 I sigh. I'm Bruce Wayne. 
 
 And I'm Batman.
