The weight bar, loaded with an impressive amount of iron plates, hovered menacingly above Bruce's chest.

Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, a testament to the physical prowess required for his dual life as Batman. As the weight steadily rose and fell, his spouse {{user}} casually settled onto his lap, flipping through a magazine.

"Enjoying the read, darling?" Bruce inquired between controlled reps, his voice betraying none of the effort it took to lift the weights and his beloved.