Huh; looks like Winslow has his pickle set on 'vibrate'.
Quick! You are Bruce Wayne! Which of the following things do you say to solve this problem?!
(a). "I'm Bruce Wayne and could buy and sell each of you a hundred times over. So every body just shut up."
(b). "Yes, I'm Batman. And I have a file of each one of you. Even you, Captain Kangaroo. Act accordingly."
(c). "Another robbery attempt?! Rollins, you're fired! And take that stupid x-ray with you!"
(d). "Yeah, Van Cleer's desperately flailing limbs bumped into the x-ray machine while we were doing the nasty together during the break. Anybody here got a problem with that...?"
Well, if you're a real fan of Golden Age comics, you'll know immediately that none of those answers is ridiculous enough and so the real answer is:
(e). "Shut up, Rollins, you moron. That's obviously an x-ray Prof Perkins took of the two battling cavemen!"
Words to describe the stupidity of this assertion fail me and I am left only to flail my limbs desperately as if I were "Doing the Moth". I assumed the 'remains' Prof Perkins had been studying were, you know, bones 'n' such. In order for that to be an x-ray taken of the "battling cavemen" they would have had to have been live specimens flash-frozen in mid-grapple by history's most rapidly advancing Ice Age. I can just picture Anthro, DC's notoriously gay caveman, being so intent on his *ahem* 'grappling' with another caveman so long and so hard that the glaciation just kind of snuck up on him and caught him in flagrante delicto.
Anyway, after that load of malarky is launched, even Killer Moth can figure out that Bruce Wayne, lying sack of poo that he is, must be Batman.
Apparently, the fact that Wayne is the only boardmember with a youthful ward who could be Robin doesn't factor into his thinking at all.
But in order to be sure of his deduction, he arranges for a false alarm at a bank in Gotham, while watching Wayne Manor to see whether Bruce and Dick dash off. Because that would surely mean that they were Batman & Robin. Or that they were late for the opera. Or had overdue library books. Or any number of things.
Batman is much too clever for that, however, and ingeniously thwarts Killer Moth by means of... playing chess! Somehow. It doesn't make any sense to me. But THAT's how smart Batman is.
No, really; I'm positive this happened on Frasier once.
This all puts the headache-inducing secret identity shenanigans to a halt, but that's okay because Killer Moth, his street cred and confidence inexplicably buoyed by his successful theft of exactly one pre-Incan moth idol, is back in action, baby!
"You like me. You really like me!"
NOW Killer Moth is in his element! NOW he's at the top of his game! NOW, it will be a different story!
"Now, with the aid of my--YAAAH, *SHRIEK*!!!!!!!!!!"
Let me make this perfectly clear. Killer Moth, the 'anti-Batman', is, by this point, so terrified that he's going to take another beating that when Batman shows up he:
- bounces off a wall; and
- crashes his body through a gigantic window (his limbs flailing desperately the whole time, no doubt).
Oh, well; I'm sure this is only a temporary setback. After all... this is Killer Moth we're talking about here!