"Welcome to the superhero confessional. We do not sell indulgences here, but we do sell painkillers and spiritual band-aids. This confessional is a fully automated and unmanned service system and is strictly confidential. Please feel free to use it."
Clark stared at the wooden door and blinked, then looked at the introduction on the brass door plate, his sinful hands ready to move...
"So what's in the confessional?"
"I saw your Batarang got stuck on the confessional... Oh, Rao°△°!!"
Clark realized that he had been tricked.
"Kal-El! How many times have I told you? Don't act rashly when encountering supernatural phenomena?!"
Batman pointed at Clark's nose and growled, until the Kryptonian repeatedly assured him that he would act with caution before leaving.
However, when they were parting, Batman asked casually: "By the way, what are you confessing to?"
"Last time I secretly ironed your cloak with a heat ray and it burned a hole in your uniform... Oh no!" Superman covered his mouth in hindsight.
"Clark! Kent! Watch your mouth and hands!"
However, there was only one Clark, so soon superheroes tentatively entered the confessional.
As for what they confessed to?
There is a sentence that sums it up perfectly - superheroes are also human beings, but they all have Dolby Atmos and IMAX image quality when they die.
Intention: Just be happy
