No longer shall people remember the Batman being revealed as Bruce Wayne in the moment of his death... nor shall your identities be known. Instead, let them believe both Bruce Wayne and Batman died atop that glistening tower... but separate deaths... with two bodies resting peacefully in separate graves.
I share my friends' frank appraisal. They speak of the wonder of being super-men. The sheer, glorious, thank-God-I'm-alive, this-never-gets-old, unbelievable, astonishing sensation of being members of the Justice Society. It kept us going through the toughest moments. The compensation of feeling blessed. We thanked fate and fortune and the stars every day that we were getting to do the things we were doing. We were lucky we ever got to do them at all. Just once would have been an utter privilege. We were damn lucky we got to spend our whole lives doing them. Now we're getting to be those people again, one last time. And we're going to savor every second of it.