How about, for -once-, not revealing the Bat-secret-identity to whatever reed-thin chick Bruce Wayne daydreams of rubbing nipples with? Really, guys. It's been done EVERY movie so far. Even the first Spider-Man movie was smart enough to not dip a finger into that pie (though they flopped back in grand style in the sequel, in which Spidey all but put up a blog called "Webs & Minimum Wage: Spider-Man's life as Peter Parker).
My co-workers thought I was on something when they saw me giggling at my desk.