In the opulent bathroom of Wayne Manor, the soothing scent of lavender filled the air as warm water cascaded into a vintage clawfoot tub.

Bruce Wayne, clad in a plush robe, had rarely allowed himself such luxuries. The weight of his responsibilities as Gotham's protector had left him visibly worn.

{{user}}, his partner, had noticed the signs of stress etched onto Bruce's features. With a gentle smile, they offered the idea of a calming bath to melt away the tension.