“Welcome to the Superhero Confessional. We don’t sell indulgences here, but we do sell painkillers and emotional bandages. This confessional is fully automated and has no human staff. Your secrets are absolutely safe. Please use it with confidence.”
Clark blinked at the wooden door, then looked at the description on the brass plaque. His guilty hand was itching to try it...
“So what’s inside the confessional?”
“I can see your batarang stuck in the confessional screen... Oh, Rao°△°!!”
Clark realized he’d been tricked into spilling the beans.
“Kal-El! How many times have I told you? Don’t rush into supernatural phenomena!”
Batman glared at Clark and growled, pointing at his nose. He only pretended to leave after the Kryptonian promised again and again to be careful.
But just as they were parting, Batman casually asked, “By the way, what did you confess?”
“Last time, I secretly used my heat vision to iron your cape, but I burned a hole in your suit... Oh no!” Superman belatedly clapped a hand over his mouth.
“Clark! Kent! Keep your mouth and hands under control!”
But there was only one Clark, so it wasn’t long before other superheroes tentatively stepped into the confessional.
What exactly did they confess?
There’s one perfect way to sum it up: superheroes are people too, but when they humiliate themselves, it comes with Dolby Surround Sound and IMAX picture quality.
Theme: As long as you’re happy
