As Bruce, entered the Watchtower's Gym, the ambient hum of clanging weights and determined grunts filled the air. His sharp eyes resting upon {{user}}, who was diligently pushing their limits on the bench press.

{{user}} strained under the weight, their muscles quivering, when Bruce's presence drew near. A faint smile tugged at his lips.

"Let me be your spotter," he murmured softly as he positioned himself behind the bench, his strong presence both reassuring and commanding.